29. Elyssa
ELYSSA
A fter an hour spent crying in bed and lamenting over what had happened with my cousin, I decided to get up and find something to eat.
There were still no texts from Konstantin, which meant he wasn’t on the island yet, and that only soured my mood further.
I carefully treaded through the corridors, heading for the kitchens. It was the weekend, but even then we weren’t allowed to get out of our dorms after midnight, and certainly not to get to the kitchens.
It didn’t deter me from finding something to eat, though. When I arrived on the ground floor, in the hallway leading to the kitchens, laundry rooms, and janitor closets, I couldn’t help but notice there was a dim light coming from one of the laundry rooms. Stumbling to a stop, I cursed under my breath because it meant I wasn’t as alone as I thought.
Just as I was about to turn around and head back up to my room, a sound caught my attention.
A moan.
Curiosity and the need to forget my disastrous evening animated me and so I found myself softly advancing towards the room. The closer I got, the louder the voices got. Not only that, the sound of skin hitting skin and the unmistakable vibrations of one of the washers could also be heard.
“Fuck, yes baby. Give me another one.”
My eyes widened at the hoarse words hissed by a masculine voice. The door was cracked open and I bit my lip, trying hard not to peek inside.
It felt wrong, but I was horny, and eventually, arousal won.
I took a look through the gap, silently gasping when I saw who was in there. I immediately recognized the girl’s pink uniform, her long black hair fisted into a strong hand while another familiar person rammed into her from behind.
Sinem had a leg thrown over the working washing machine, which seemed to cause vibrations to hit her most sensitive part while Royal, Konstantin’s best friend, thrust inside her with abandon.
Both of them had their eyes closed in bliss, whimpering and moaning together.
Royal had one hand holding her in place, another one in her hair, and she grasped the edges of the machine like her life depended on it. They weren’t exactly quiet, but the sounds the machine made somehow washed theirs away.
Arousal twirled in my stomach as heat spread all over my cheeks. They painted an exquisite portrait. Both their shirts were open, letting Royal’s cut torso in full view while her breasts were squashed against the machine.
“Royal! Fuck, yes, yes, yes, again!” My friend’s cheek was resting on the surface she was bent over, looking away from me, but Royal's head was facing me.
And when his eyes suddenly snapped open and he saw me standing there, like a fucking voyeur, he didn’t even waver.
He just smirked while pounding harder inside Sinem. I couldn’t take my eyes off them, which was certainly why I hadn’t heard anyone coming up from behind me.
When a hand wrapped around my throat, I yelped, but the sound was cut short when they squeezed.
“So you like watching our friends have sex, lebedochka ?”
A strangled sound came out of me, but he squeezed my throat again, his other hand quickly inching towards the waistband of my pajama pants, before sneaking inside.
“Do you need release?” he whispered against my ear and I nodded eagerly, my eyes never leaving the live-action porn in front of us.
Royal wasn’t looking at us anymore, he was much too engrossed in making Sinem attain yet another orgasm. The sounds they made, the way their bodies worked so well together, it made me wetter, hornier.
So much so that when Konstantin’s hand found my slit, I was already soaking.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled before one of his fingers dipped inside me.
I didn’t wait a second before I ground myself on him, desperate to have the heel of his hand rub against my clit, but he kept it away on purpose, adding another digit instead.
Konstantin’s fingers fucked me violently, making my building orgasm reach higher with each thrust, but he was careful not to touch my clit.
“Oh please… please, please, please, touch my little clit. Please.”
The words I whispered sounded pathetic even to me, yet I couldn’t help but beg. I wasn’t even watching our friends anymore, focused on my own gratification instead.
Finally, he gave my most tender place one flick, causing me to throw my head back against his shoulder, but before I could appreciate it, he stopped. He took his fingers out of me, and I was close to crying in frustration. My legs felt like jelly when he whispered in my ear,
“You seriously think I’m making you come in front of them? Only I get to see that. You’re mine.”
And before I could comprehend it, he had me over his shoulder and started stomping away. I squirmed, my clit throbbing against my clothes, especially since each step he took caused it to bump against his muscled arm.
When we stopped, I looked over my shoulder to see we were under some unused flight of stairs, not too far from the laundry room. The wall was made of old bricks and Konstantin pushed one at the very bottom with his foot, causing the wall to give away into a dark passage.
My breath caught in my throat when he walked for a few minutes in the dark, Konstantin using the light on his phone to see the way, until we arrived in front of another wall. Again, he pushed a rock and the wall disappeared, letting me see a very familiar setting: our secret room.
We entered and he finally put me down. I sat on the sofa and he went to light a fire. I moaned, still out of my mind with arousal. I felt like I was burning up. Of their own accord, my legs spread, each of my feet digging into the cushions, while my hand sneaked inside my pants.
I immediately found my clit and pressed on it a few times, before starting to massage it.
Alerted by the sounds of my moans and finally done with the fire, Konstantin turned around, eyes widening at the sight of me, hand in my pants, head thrown back in pleasure against the couch.
“Please, I need you,” I whimpered, my eyes closed in delight.
“Fuck,” was all he said before he started walking toward me, the fire long forgotten.
He grasped the sides of my pants and harshly pulled them down, baring me to his gaze. I must’ve been a sight, flushed with desire, my hand violently flicking my clit, crazy with desire.
Inserting two of my fingers inside my cunt, I couldn’t help but cry out. Konstantin had said countless times that I was tight, and now I believed him.
“That’s it, malysh . Fuck yourself for me,” he groaned, eyes trained on where my fingers were moving in and out of my pussy.
Wetness was seeping out of me, streaming down between my ass cheeks and ending on the sheet he’d used to cover the old sofa.
“I need you. Please.”
He didn’t need anything more to grab my wrist and forcefully pull my fingers out of me. I whimpered at the loss of contact but quickly forgot about it when he pushed them into his mouth instead, marveling at the taste of me.
I was burning up.
Once he was satisfied, he let go of them and got to his feet. His cock was tenting his black dress pants, and I licked my lips at the sight.
“Take it out and get it ready for you,” he ordered and I didn’t wait to do as told.
Once I had his cock out, I didn’t hesitate and took him in my mouth. He was huge, but I gave my best, and what I lacked in experience I sure made up for in enthusiasm. He didn’t seem to mind one bit.
His hand tangled in my hair as I sucked and licked the underside of his dick, loving how simultaneously soft and hard it was. He used his leverage to make my head bob up and down and I loved it even more. I slobbered all over his hard cock, getting it wet and ready for me.
Because tonight was the night and we both knew it.
“Fuck, your mouth feels so good around me. Look at you gulping me down like a good little whore.”
The words startled me but I would be lying if I said they weren’t a turn-on.
“Whose whore are you, lebedochka ?” He pulled my hair just hard enough to cause his cock to pop free and I looked up at him through my lashes, hungrily.
“Yours.”
“Say it.”
“I’m your whore.”
Leaning towards me, he crashed his mouth on mine, his tongue sneaking between my lips to lick mine. He was tasting himself on me.
Our clothes were quickly thrown on the floor, and he joined me on the sofa, kissing me deeply. I let my hands wander all over his chest, loving the hard ridges and soft, warm skin. Then I gripped his cock and squeezed before moving my hand up and down, making him growl.
“I need you. Please,” I whispered against his lips, “I’m on the pill and I don’t want anything between us.”
I had been obsessing over it for weeks, ever since we’d started seeing each other. Feeling him bare inside of me with nothing to separate us was driving me crazy.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled before pushing me on my back.
I spread my thighs as wide as they would go and he settled between them. Konstantin gripped himself, tracing my entrance with the tip of his cock. My breath caught in my throat as I watched, fascinated. When he started pushing inside slowly, I arched my back. The sensation was painful at first, like a hard pinch on my most sensitive part, but the further he got, the easier it felt.
He’d stretched me pretty well over the past few weeks.
“You can take me,” he whispered, eyes zoomed in on where we were joined and I nodded blindly.
“Fuck yes, I can.”
The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt, but I never wanted it to end. When he started moving, I met him thrust for thrust, and before long, my first orgasm hit me.
I was already well and truly ready since witnessing what happened in the laundry room earlier, but that was nothing compared to the feeling of Konstantin Korolov driving himself in and out of me like a madman.
Like everything he undertook, Konstantin just had to excel at sex. It didn’t matter that it was his first time, it didn’t matter that he was inexperienced, his thrusts made my whole body shake. The sound of wet skin hitting skin, his groans, and my fierce moans of pleasure were all that could be heard around us.
A second orgasm hit me, and I screamed out in pleasure just as he hit his own release too. The warmth of his cum inside my pussy made me feel like I was born for this. Like I was born for him.
His arms gave out and he fell on me, his face nuzzling the crook of my neck as he got his breathing back in order.
“Fuck, you’re exactly how I thought you would be,” he mumbled, sounding just as satisfied and exhausted as I felt.
“How?”
“Fucking perfect, moya lyubov. ”