22. Irina
22
IRINA
I didn’t know what I was agreeing to when Viktor told me that he’d pick me up at eight. There wasn’t any chance I would’ve told him no.
Now that I was waking next to him in bed the morning after he got me from my apartment, I never wanted to leave.
He fucked me so hard and rough on the couch, spanking my ass until it burned. It was so bad, wrong to want him at all, wrong of me to be so thrilled that my professor was spanking my ass. Knowing how inappropriate it was made it all the hotter.
I’d barely come down from the high of coming on the couch before he moved us. Dizzy and lost to such a powerful orgasm, I was disoriented and floating on bliss when he carried me into a huge shower, an enormous stall that rivaled the size of what could be found at my father’s house. As he washed us, taking care to caress my red ass and treating me to both a shower and a massage, I lost track of noticing all the details about his bathroom.
Then, as the shower turned into more foreplay, he brought me to his king-sized bed and made love to me there. It felt presumptuous to think that—making love. But that was what it was like. Not as hard and rough, which I did like, but slow, gentle, and tender. If he wasn’t on a mission to show me how varied of a lover he could be, he was proving it, anyway. Fast or slow. Hard or soft. No matter how he was when he put his hands and mouth on me, his cock inside me, he showed me how treasured a woman could feel.
He woke next to me, moaning in a sexy, sleepy manner that made me smile. Stretching while he was still flush to me, he rubbed his hard, muscled, hot body alongside mine.
“Hi,” I said, hating how lame I sounded.
He was amused, smiling slowly and pulling me in for a deep kiss. “Hi,” he whispered back. “Don’t tell me you have a class you need to get to.”
I laughed. “It’s Saturday,” I reminded him.
“Oh. Good.”
“Am I interfering with your weekend plans?” I asked. I hadn’t counted on spending the night. Peter and the other guard were busy doing something else for my father. I doubted anyone would notice my leaving my apartment last night via the cameras. Because I didn’t matter to them. I was just a burden.
“No. But you’re helping me make some.” With that, he slid me closer to him. As he spooned me, he picked up my thigh and draped it back over his so he could stroke his fingers over my slit.
“You’re insatiable,” I teased.
“For you, sweetheart. The things that you make me want to do…” He growled, kissing the side of my neck as he played with me.
“Tell me.” I pushed my ass back toward him. “Please?”
“You make me want to fuck you until you can’t stand.” He pushed his fingers a little further, lightly penetrating but keeping his touch so light that it was a tease.
“I’d say you’re halfway there.” Talking about sex got me wondering about where he’d taken me last night. And now that I was awake, I noticed how well furnished his bedroom was. Viktor had commented that being a professor wasn’t his only job. But at the moment when he said that, I couldn’t tell if he meant his only job currently or ever. He was clearly loaded.
As we lay there, his finger stroking and his lips pressing under my ear, I thought back to all the things that didn’t quite make sense.
“You’re thinking too much,” he said, dipping his finger deeper into me.
“If you keep that up, I won’t.”
He went still, and I groaned. “No, please. Don’t stop.”
He resumed his touch, but too lightly and slowly to get me off. “I want to know. What’s on your mind?”
I laughed lightly. “Are you pretending that I’m not just a piece of ass to you?”
“You’re not.” He turned me slightly until I faced him, his finger still hooked in place inside me. “I want to know you. Inside and out. You’re more than just an easy lay, sweetheart.” After placing a tender kiss to my brow as he moved his finger again, he lay back down and spooned me again. “I want to know what you’re thinking.”
“I was thinking that not everything adds up about you.”
“Like what?” He followed his question by kissing me.
“Like your taking me to that…” I furrowed my brow, impatient when he didn’t keep up with his fingers sliding in and out. “Where was that place?”
“A whorehouse,” he answered simply.
That was my best guess. I’d been so shocked by it all that I hadn’t asked.
“So, you’re just an average college professor who frequents whorehouses?”
“I’ve never visited them as a guest.”
That makes less sense.
“And a professor who’s loaded?” I moaned as he leaned lower to suck my nipple. “This place is… fancy.”
“I have money,” he confirmed.
“But not from being a professor?”
He shook his head. “Other things.”
I couldn’t help but feel like there were two sides to this hunk of man who could make me feel so good. I was only meeting one half, though. “Vik?”
“Hmmm?” He moved his thumb to my clit, and I arched into his touch.
“A big part of why I want you is because you’re so different from the men I’ve met so far. The men I have met through my father’s business. I like that you’re such a ‘normal’ guy, a stranger who can meet me and form independent opinions about me. And you want me.”
“Of course, I do.”
Still, he wouldn’t comment on what I said. He wasn’t filling in the gaps.
“I can’t imagine why. What a professor could hope to do with one of his students. What kind of a future you are looking for.”
He teased me still, stroking me, fingering me, and playing dirty by increasing his attention on my clit. “I can see a future with you. In my bed. Making me hard.” Moving me away, he shifted so he could sit up. He held his long, thick shaft, stroking himself as he watched me. “Telling you how much I love it when you suck me.”
I smiled, slightly irked that he was distracting me with sex. It was too tempting to resist, though. I wasn’t sure I could prove that I knew what I was doing, but I hoped I made up for my inexperience with enthusiasm.
Crawling over, I lowered my mouth to his dick. First I licked the tip, then I circled my tongue around the wide head.
As I explored and sucked him, he encouraged me to move up the bed while he reclined. Once he pushed me over him, so he could align his face with my pussy, he decided to talk again.
“I’ve never really considered my future too much,” he admitted in between kisses he placed up the insides of my thighs while he stroked his finger in me.
I had never done something like this, and the naughtiness of it was exhilarating.
“But I’ve always wondered if and when I’d find a woman who’d make sense in my life.”
I smiled, slowing my sucks on his big dick. “Me?” I ventured to guess, kissing along his wet shaft.
He pulled my hips lower so he could nuzzle at my entrance, kissing and sucking hard. As he pushed me back up and thrust his dick at my mouth, he replied, “No.”
I pouted as I sucked on him again, bothered by his answer and the fact that he’d slowed down on me.
“Nothing about you makes sense, Irina. We shouldn’t be together for many reasons.”
I lifted off him. “Why?”
“Keep that mouth busy,” he ordered. As soon as I complied with his bossiness, he moved me closer so he could lick all my cream. After he replaced his mouth with his finger, he continued, “Because you’re supposed to be my student while I’m your professor.”
Supposed to be? How am I not?
“Because you’re sixteen years younger than me.”
How does he know my age?
“And because our backgrounds are… different.”
He could say that again. I would never relate to him, stuck as a Mafia princess and expected to do as my father decided.
“Despite all that,” he said, “I’m starting to convince myself that I can fight to keep you.”
I sucked harder, somehow turned on that much more at his devoted words.
“That you and I could figure out how to be together.”
I hummed my approval.
“That’s the future that I want to make my reality, sweetheart. I want to keep you. All to myself.”
Moved by his words and wishing they could come true, I doubled down to please him, as if it could be a token of gratitude that he’d want me so badly after knowing me for such a short time—knowing the version of myself that I let him know.
He stopped talking, adjusting me so I straddled his face. I sucked on him while he ate at me. Before long, under his encouragement, I ground down on his face. He looped his arms up to grab my ass and secure me over him. The closer I came to my orgasm that remained just out of reach, I worried how I would breathe around him. Taking my mouth off him wasn’t happening. I was determined to please him, to show him how much I wanted him too. I was no expert, not like any of those whores in that house. I was na?ve but eager to prove my worth.
Fighting back the pleasure of his mouth under me, I breathed through my nose and hummed at the satisfaction of his finally coming. Jerking up into me, he emptied himself in my mouth. Jet after jet of hot, salty cum shot into my throat.
He growled, digging his fingers into my ass as he nipped the sucked at me, pushing me to come with him.
Just finished with swallowing down every last drop, I wrenched up as my release hit me. I ground down on his face as I leaned on my arms, locking my elbows. As the waves of pleasure rocketed through me, dizzying me, I humped him and sought every last morsel of friction he could give me.
It wasn’t easy to believe him when he said this wasn’t just sex between us. It felt like it was. Yet, as he carried me into the shower to clean up again moments later, I snuggled into his hold and realized how sweet it would be to rely on his vision of a future together. In bed and out of it.
It wasn’t the future I knew I could have. One day soon, someday soon, I would kill my father and have to run with Maxim. That had been the ultimate goal for so long.
I hadn’t counted on meeting a man who could entice me to want something else, something more.
In the shower again, held within his strong embrace, I battled back the angst of still never being able to have what I wanted.
I wanted him.
And I wanted freedom from my father.
Those endings could happen at the same time and overlap, though, so with a heavy heart, I vowed to enjoy every second with Viktor that I could while it lasted.