Chapter 22 - Dani
I feel like I’m burning up in Nikolai’s lap while his hands move along my body like he can’t get enough.
Every hard plane of his body presses against me as his lips claim mine over and over again, heat seeping through his clothes and making me melt further.
His cologne mixed with his natural scent clings to my senses, making my head spin with the need for more of him and more of this addictive feeling.
A soft groan slips from his mouth and catches in the kiss while his palms roam up my back and along my curves. “Christ, Dani…”
I shiver at how wrecked he sounds already, just from kissing and having me against him. Immediately, it strokes my pride, and I deepen it, hips moving on their own volition.
Another strained sound resonates in his chest, and Nikolai wastes no time dragging his tongue against mine before he shoves the jacket off my shoulders and tugs at the belt loops on my jeans to cut what minimal distance exists between us.
His hands are nearly trembling with the force he uses to hold himself back from going further. His fingers linger at my waistband, but he doesn’t continue.
At that, I break the kiss long enough to hold his gaze, exchanging breath still. “Why are you hesitating?”
Swallowing hard, his chest heaves. “I need to know this is what you want.”
“Have I pushed you off me?”
His brows furrow slightly. “Obviously not.”
“Then yes, this is what I want,” I murmur, kissing him again.
Nikolai’s hands on me almost relax, but he exhales through his nose before speaking between kisses. “I want your express permission.”
“And you have it,” I return, nipping his bottom lip in a moment of bravery.
His breath catches, and when I pull back more to look at him fully, I have half the mind to think it offends him, but the way his eyes darken suggests otherwise. Instead, he stays where he is, hands loosely on my hips. “Say it.”
Staring at one another, a silent challenge moves between us, and rather than give in to what he wants, I take it a step further.
Shuffling back, I leave his lap and carefully kneel on the floor, getting between his legs while I look up at him, fingers trailing along his thighs.
Recognition immediately floods his features, and a ragged breath slips from his lips. “Dani…”
His tone sounds one part warning and the other resigned, and the gleam in his gaze gives away how much this appeals to him.
“What?” I ask innocently, slowly moving higher and testing the boundary.
The inner war he wages inside himself is clear through his features, torn between setting the pace himself and letting me take the lead. He watches me with heavily lidded eyes anyway, looking even more affected now.
“You don’t want to start this here.”
“But I do.”
Nikolai curses under his breath, but before he can argue, he’s unbuckling his belt with more urgency now, looking both eager and vaguely ashamed of himself for not standing his ground. Regardless of his attempted restraint, he’s already pressing against the front of his slacks.
“You still didn’t say it…”
Ignoring him, I pull his fly down and free him without further preamble, and I watch as he tenses before exhaling with subtle relief.
“Too bad.”
“Fuck,” he mutters, head tipping back at the feeling of my fingers wrapping around him. Color fills his cheeks as he pants softly, like he’s bracing himself. “You’re being a brat.”
Something about that claim sends a thrill down my spine, and I hum, completely unashamed now as the drinks from before help loosen my inhibitions. I stroke him slowly, soaking in every subtle reaction from him.
“Good.”
The moment I press my lips against him, Nikolai groans, bringing a hand up instinctively to cover his mouth. His hips jolt before he forces them down again, and his opposite hand reaches for my hair. “Dani…goddamn. You’re going to pay for this.”
Liking the sound of that more than I should, I push my luck even more and slowly take him into my mouth.
At that, his breaths come out more fragmented while he tries to hold himself back. He stays as still as he can, but while his eyes slide shut and he succumbs to every sensation, he can’t avoid the subtle thrusts upward for long.
I keep a steady pace, moving with surprising confidence as I take as much as I can, listening to and feeling his every reaction. Whenever I do something that makes him strain or suck in a breath, I do it again, taking immense satisfaction in making him squirm.
There’s something addicting about watching the usually composed Nikolai crumble piece by piece, and it’s all because of me.
By the time he’s panting harder and fighting to keep his sounds back, he pulls at my hair a bit harder, tugging me back before he can reach the edge sooner than anticipated.
I go to protest, but he’s hauling me back into his lap, mouth crashing against mine before I can get a word in. Surrounded by him all over again, I melt into it, forgetting all about it the moment he undoes my jeans and starts working them down.
“Your turn,” Nikolai murmurs against my lips before capturing my bottom lip between his teeth, mirroring my previous gesture.
That spreads more heat through my system, and my breath catches at the immediate pressure of his fingers against the front of me, pressing into the soft fabric just enough to be deliberate.
He hums, tracing the faintest circle against me, taking note of my every shift and hitched breath. “Don’t assume you’re off the hook. I still want you to say it.”
Regardless of the position he has me in, that defiance rings true still, and I huff out a soft breath. “No.”
“No?” He asks, cocking a brow at me while slowly teasing me without giving me what I want. When I squirm in his lap, his amusement gleams in his eyes. “You sure?”
He pushes the fabric aside without warning, sliding his fingers along me and testing just how ready I am for him. A satisfied grin settles on his lips as he slowly inserts one inside me. “You like disobeying me too much...I shouldn’t be doing this for you at all.”
Instantly, my legs feel weak as he touches me, wearing down my resistance little by little. I try to hold out as long as I can, but when he prods deeper and uses his thumb against my clit, I cave.
“You have my permission,” I manage to say in between shaky breaths, thighs squeezing around his hand. “I want this.”
The corners of his lips pull again, and he drops all attempts at holding back for the sake of making a point. “That was all I needed to hear.”
Something in me wants to scold him for making me wait, but before I can, he’s pulling me closer while keeping my panties shifted to the side, and his mouth claims mine again.
Positioned above him, an intense burst of pleasure hits me the second I feel his length pressed against me, and I grip his shoulders to brace myself. The back of the SUV feels much hotter now, but neither of us cares enough to do anything about it.
“Lower yourself onto me,” Nikolai murmurs, bringing a hand up to brush the hair from my face, allowing his thumb to linger against my cheek as he cups it. Those hazel eyes gaze up at me like I’m the most precious thing he has ever seen. “I want to watch you.”
Those words alone feel like a sledgehammer to my previous bravery, and I hesitate before letting my mind wrap around it all.
He’s giving me the reins now. He wants to see me as I take him, and as daunting as it is, seeing this surrender from him is intoxicating.
So I move before I lose my nerve completely, slowly lowering myself onto him.
At once, our breath catches at the same time once his girth slowly stretches me, and our mutual grip tightens.
The more I take of him, the more intense the fire in me burns, forcing my eyes shut while I grapple with the overwhelming sensations. His hand on my hip grounds me, and even if this is the last place we should be doing this, I can’t bring myself to care.
“That’s it,” Nikolai mumbles with a sigh bordering on a moan as he guides me further, letting me go as slow as I need to. His fingers slide into my hair to press against the back of my head, keeping me close. “Christ…”
When he bottoms out in me, I settle there for a moment as I catch my breath, forehead pressed against his while I let every sensation wash over me at once. It feels like drowning in him all over again, but this time, the position makes it feel entirely brand new.
He catches my lips again, slow and deep this time, then he murmurs against my mouth, “Keep going…”
The command, along with the hoarse tone he uses, is enough to spur me on, so I do.
Starting with a languid pace, I move on him, using his shoulder and the back of the seat as leverage.
Like shockwaves moving through me, it all hits me again and again, and his grip on me is the only thing grounding me in the moment.
Nikolai tries to keep himself quiet while his lips find my neck, kissing and nipping with panted breaths in between. But as I go faster, he falters, cursing against my skin.
Mindful of the driver, I bury my moans into his neck while I ride him, chasing after every bit of pleasure I can get.
“You’re taking me so well,” he murmurs, brushing his tongue along the underside of my jaw before hovering his lips above my cheek, stealing whatever contact he can. “…Like you were made for me.”
A shudder scurries between my shoulder blades at the praise, losing myself more to the moment and the heat between us.
Nikolai grips both my hips now and guides my movements while he thrusts upwards, breathing harder with the exertion and the need for more. He’s relentless in his need, but so am I.
The waves of warmth and static hit me repeatedly, forcing me into a drunken haze I don’t ever want to end. But even so, it doesn’t take long for that familiar pressure to form in my lower stomach, promising release.
Then, his hand drops between us, finding my clit without hesitation.
He rubs it with just the right amount of pressure to make me tense from the influx of pleasure.
The double stimulation is so perfect yet too much at the same time, and I barely have time to bask in it before my moans turn to whimpers, and I’m clinging to him.
“Do it,” Nikolai murmurs, warm breath fanning against my jaw. “Come for me.”
Not needing to be told, I clench around him as I gasp, thighs shaking while a wash of euphoria drenches me. I grip his shoulders as tightly as I can, feeling every shallow thrust he makes to help me ride it out, even while his own choked sounds fill the back portion of the SUV.
“Dani…” Nikolai utters, voice wrecked now. He thrusts a bit deeper, holding me as close as possible when his movements stutter, and he fills me one last time before coming undone.
Groaning against my neck, his arms tighten around me briefly, then he goes lax with a satisfied breath as his orgasm courses through him with the same kind of intensity.
Limping against him now, I don’t even bother to move. Not that he would let me anyway.
Instead, we both catch our breath, and he traces absentminded shapes against the small of my back, nose pressed into my hair while the vehicle continues home.
The soft kisses pressed against my temple make me relax further, and even if this complicates things further, I wasn’t lying before.
I want this.