Chapter 7 Evie #2
“You already do, baby.” He gives me a wink and slowly slides his hand out of my pants, bringing his wet fingers to his mouth.
I watch him suck them clean, surprised when he closes his eyes and lets out a groan before saying something in Russian and pressing his lips to mine in a hungry kiss.
His tongue presses inside, running over every inch of my mouth, and when I give it a suck, he growls and gives my bottom lip a hard enough bite to sting.
“Fuck!” He pulls back with a gasp, putting some distance between us and trying to get control of himself. Tightening his grip on me, he kisses my cheek and says, “I’m sorry if I hurt you. Just give me a second. You test my control like no one else ever has, Evie.”
“You didn’t hurt me. I liked it,” I tell him, and then I wiggle out of his grasp and kneel between his thighs.
“Evie,” he warns when I lean closer and reach for the button of his jeans. I notice a few red dots of paint, and I smile because it makes me feel a lot better to know that I’m not the only one in this relationship who’s walking around in old clothes that have a few stains on them.
“I want to do something for you,” I tell him, ignoring the warning look he’s giving me and instead eyeing the large cock that’s straining against his pants. Good god, the man is huge! Enthralled, I run my fingers over him, meeting his eyes when he sucks in a quick breath.
He cups my cheek and runs his thumb over my lips, groaning when I part my lips and suck him in. “Goddamn, baby, I’m only human.”
I slowly pull my head back, sucking his thumb the whole time until he pops free.
“I want to do this,” I tell him. “Please let me.” I reach up and slowly pull his zipper down, and then meet his eyes for another embarrassing confession.
“I’ve never done this before, so I should probably warn you that it might be terrible. ”
“Impossible,” he says, cupping my face and leaning closer. “Are you sure you want to do this? Don’t do it because you think you have to, because I’m fine, Evie. I promise.”
“I want to do this. I want to do a lot more than this, but I didn’t think you’d agree to that.”
He smiles and kisses me gently. “You’re right about that. No way in hell am I fucking you for the first time in a tiny cubicle at your work. I want all night with you and more room, and I don’t want to worry about Jerry calling the cops because of the noises you’d be making.”
My face heats up at the mention of my coworker who’s blissfully ignorant of what all we’re doing up here. “That’s probably for the best,” I whisper against his lips. “Please don’t laugh at me if I do this all wrong.”
“Evie, I would never laugh at you, and knowing you’ve never done this before but that you willingly got on your knees for me has me so close to losing control that I’m going to be using all my willpower to not come all over your sweet face as soon as your lips touch me.”
My heart speeds up even more at his words, and when he reaches a hand into his jeans and maneuvers his cock out, my mouth drops open.
I may not have firsthand experience with dick, but I do have access to the internet, and I know for a fact that most men don’t look like this.
Valeri is a goddamn work of art. He’s thick and long and he’s covered in pre-cum.
The sight of it trailing down his shaft has me licking my lips and scooting closer.
When I bend down and run my tongue up the length of him, he growls something in Russian and grabs onto the base of my ponytail before pulling my hair tie off and slipping it on his wrist. He runs his hands through my hair, fisting it tightly as I run my tongue along his head.
Reaching up, I wrap a hand around his thick shaft, not at all surprised that my fingers don’t meet.
“Tighter, lapochka,” he growls. “You’re not going to hurt me.” When I tighten my grip, he groans his appreciation. “That’s right, baby, just like that. Now let me see you wrap that pretty mouth around my head.”
I run my tongue over his slit and dig my fingers into his muscular thigh before slowly sucking his head in while I move my other hand up and down his shaft.
“Fuck,” he growls, watching me suck him harder.
Wanting to see him come undone from my touch, I try to take him in some more, but I don’t get far before I gag around him.
My eyes dart to his, but instead of disappointment, he looks like a man who’s barely hanging on.
His jaw is clenched, the vein in his temple is throbbing, and I can feel how tense his body is.
“You’re embarrassed because you gagged, baby?” he asks, his accent even thicker than before.
“Mm-hmm,” I moan around him, and when I gag again, my eyes water so badly that they spill over, tears streaking down my cheeks. He releases one hand from my hair and trails a finger over my cheek before bringing his wet finger to his lips, licking my tears from his skin.
“You have no idea how sexy you look choking on my cock, sweetheart. You think it’s embarrassing to have tears running down your face while you try to take me in, but goddamn, this is an image I’m going to replay over and over again for the rest of my life.”
I take in a slow, deep breath and keep my eyes on his as I lower down even more, gagging once again because I’m clearly not a natural deep-throater, but I don’t give a fuck. The desire and approval in his eyes is clear to see.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” he praises, sending a rush of pleasure straight to my pussy.
I’d walk through hell if at the end of it he’d call me his good girl and look at me just like he is right now.
Ignoring the way my eyes are watering and the sharp sting from how tightly he’s fisting my hair, I lower down another inch while I keep working him with my hand.
My lips are stretched tightly around him as I slowly pull my head back up and take in a quick breath before lowering back down. I find my rhythm, working my hand and mouth together as his breathing picks up.
“I’m close, baby,” he growls, warning me to pull back if I don’t want to see this through to the end, but I don’t stop.
No way in hell am I quitting now. I work him harder, letting my spit drip down so I can twist my hand around his wet shaft as I continue to work him while I moan around his cock and suck harder.
When I feel his body tense, he groans something in Russian, his cock swelling even bigger, threatening to split the corners of my mouth right before he lets go and I feel the wet heat of his release hit the back of my throat.
He pulses inside me, giving me everything he has until he’s finally empty and a shiver runs through his body.
When he starts to soften, I take full advantage of it and take him in all the way, licking and gently sucking him clean while he massages the sting from my scalp and lets out a contented sigh.
“Holy fuck, baby,” he says, his voice relaxed and lazy.
As soon as I slide him out of my mouth, he’s reaching down and lifting me onto his lap.
His thumb runs over my swollen lips before he kisses me slowly, savoring the fact that I taste like him.
“Let me take you home,” he whispers against my lips.
“I can’t. I need to get back to work.” I give a soft laugh. “This isn’t exactly what I’m being paid to do.”
“Quit, come home with me, let me take care of you, Evie.”
I pull back so I can see him better. “You’re so sweet, Valeri, but you know that’s crazy.”
“It is, but I don’t care, and I’m not sweet, lapochka. I just am to you.” He cups my face, tracing a line over the bruise that’s mostly faded. “I want to take care of you, and I don’t give a shit that we just met. I don’t want you going back to that bastard.”
“I’ll be fine,” I tell him, hating that he looks so worried. “Don’t be sad. Tomorrow’s my birthday, and we’ll have the whole night together.”
He plays with a strand of my hair and studies me with his green eyes. “There will come a time when I’m just going to grab you and not let you go.”
I laugh, but he doesn’t join in. I know he’s worried, so I lean in and give him another kiss. “Thanks for letting me give you a blowjob.”
That does make him laugh. “You can suck my cock anytime you want, sweetheart, but tomorrow night I’m going to be the one burying my head between your legs, and I might very well stay there all damn night.”
“Happy birthday to me,” I say, making him laugh again.
“Come on, baby.” He smacks my ass before helping me up so he can tuck himself back in and zip his jeans up. “Show me what I need to do out here.”
“What?”
He smiles and helps me fix my coveralls. “No way in hell am I going to just walk off while you’re stuck here cleaning.”
I grab my flowers and glasses and walk with him back out to the main area.
He refuses to let me do a damn thing. He sits me on one of the tables, gives me a kiss, and then grabs the mop and does the entire floor on his own while he asks me a million questions about myself.
By the time the sun is rising, he knows just about every detail of my life, minus some of the more embarrassing moments that I decided didn’t need to be shared.
It’s not until we’re saying goodbye that I realize he kept me so busy talking about myself that I didn’t get to ask him anything.
“I have a million questions for you too, you know.”
He smiles and pulls me closer. “I’m not near as interesting as you.”
I laugh at how absolutely absurd that is, but he cuts it off with a kiss that makes everything else disappear.
Valeri doesn’t just kiss. He consumes and invades every part of me until nothing else exists.
I lose myself in him every single time he touches me, and judging by the cocky grin playing at his lips when he finally lets me go, he knows it.
“You’re way too good at that.”