Roman
Chapter twenty-four
I'm so hard I could pound nails. I’ve been stroking myself slowly for the past hour, watching Tatiana own her sexuality, edging myself. I don’t have any illusions that she’ll do anything with me, but just watching her has been enough for me. When she passes out, I’ll quietly finish myself.
Pride makes my chest warm. I’m so happy for her - that this could be a good experience for her. That instead of wallowing in fear or loss at the life she was building for herself, she’s giving herself permission to take what she wants, where she can get it.
I’ve been watching Mik and her for years - innocent touches, longing looks, inside jokes - wanting to scream ‘just kiss already!’ at them more times than not.
They’re perfect for each other. Mik’s dark and edgy and closed off to the world.
She’s bright and sunshiny and so beautiful it’s painful to look at her sometimes. Yet, they’re perfect for each other.
I’m also happy for Lev. That he got over his childish crush and allowed himself to be vulnerable with her. The hunger left in his eyes, though, promises that this is very far from being over.
I let my gaze wander over her naked body. Her chest heaves still from her orgasm, and her skin is coated in a thin sheen of sweat. Mik was absolutely the right choice for her. I knew he would make it good for her - cherish her like she deserves.
But when her blue eyes open, finally, and focus, she turns her head to look at me. The grin that forms on her mouth should be illegal. No one that sweet and innocent should be able to look like such a succubus.
I shake my head at her, a wry smile tugging at my lips.
“You’re okay, Tanya. You don’t need to worry about me.
” I grip myself again through my sweatpants.
I can feel the wet spot on the front of my pants from where I’m leaking.
This has been the most erotic night of my life.
And while I know we agreed to a “free for all” and that this is temporary, a part of me is still hesitant.
If Dmitri finds out that I touched his precious daughter, I’m dead. There’s no two ways about it. But then she rolls over onto her hands and knees and fucking crawls to me. I drop my head back against the couch and groan.
“Do you know what I’m getting tired of, Ro?” she asks, and the honey in her voice is my undoing. I know that I’m going to touch her. I’m going to taste her. I just have to pray if he does kill me, she gets assigned a better man than me as her bodyguard.
“I’m getting real fucking tired of men telling me what I can and cannot do.”
Oof. That lands like a kick to the gut. Of course she’s right. I open my eyes and see her kneeling in front of me. I raise my hands apologetically.
“You’re absolutely right, sweetheart. Do whatever you want.”
She’s naked, kneeling in front of me, like the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. I should feel bad that I’m so much older than her, but she’s right. She knows her own mind, and who am I to tell her otherwise?
She bites her lip as she looks down at the obvious tent in my sweatpants, like she’s wondering what she wants to do with me.
“Let me see you,” she says, and I obey in an instant, shrugging my boxer briefs and pants all at once. My cock springs forward to rest against my lower abdomen, so painfully hard for her.
“I won’t last long...” I warn her, not wanting to disappoint her when I come fast. Round two or three, I might last longer, but she is literally a fantasy.
“Let’s see...” she starts, gripping my ass in her hands and dragging me forward, so I’m sitting on the edge of the couch.
Her eyes drag to my bandage, like she’s making sure I’m okay.
“... I’ve had my first blow job, my first cunnilingus, and my first sex tonight...
” She smiles over at Mik, who’s gotten rid of the condom and is resting on the mattress, on his side, watching her - always watching her.
She leans forward and traps my dick between her tits, her hands pushing them together to create the softest, warmest channel for my cock.
I groan again, one hand gripping the couch in my fist and the other coming to the back of her head.
I need to feel her - to ground myself to this moment because she feels so unbelievably good.
She works her tits up and down my cock, and I can already feel my orgasm building. Edging myself for the last hour probably wasn’t the best idea.
And then she makes an already incredible experience even hotter. She opens her mouth and lets a pool of spit drop from her tongue into the valley of her breasts. It’s filthy, and so unexpected, my cock swells even more.
The hand on the back of her head slides down to cup her neck, as my breathing turns ragged. Then she lowers her head and takes just the tip of me into her mouth, and I’m done for. My orgasm barrels through me like a freight train, ass clenching, thighs shaking, as I groan out loudly.
She pulls back, jerking me through it, letting me paint her chest and tits with my cum.
A little drips from her chin, and the sight of it makes me feral.
I’m barely finished coming when I grip her under her armpits and pull her into my lap.
She squeals, startled, but doesn’t complain when I wrap my arms around her and hold her to me.
I know it’s illogical, but seeing her painted with me feels like claiming her in a way no one else ever has.
It makes me want to burn the world down to protect her.
It makes me want to tell her father that she’s mine now, and I don’t give a shit what he thinks.
It makes me want to drag her away from her family, this world, and keep her.
Her back shakes beneath my arms, and I realize she’s giggling. The little minx just titty fucked me, jacked me all over her chest, and now is giggling?
I let her lean back to see what is so freaking funny in the moment, but she just looks down at my shirt, which is now painted in my own cum from where it’s rubbed off of her. I couldn’t care less.
But I rip my shirt off and use it to wipe off her chest, even though I hate watching my cum slide off of her skin. I want her to wear it all day, every day.
I’m about to ask her if she wants to come again, and to lie down so she can sit on my face, but she yawns a deep, chest-breaking yawn. I look outside; the snow is still coming down sideways, and just now the chill in the cabin is noticeable.
I’m about to boss her around again, but change my mind at the last minute. “Do you want to curl up under the blankets? Lev can add some more wood, and we can try to sleep?”
Her smile softens, and I know I made the right choice in asking her instead of telling. I haven’t been a partner to a woman in a very long time, but I’m not too old to learn.
She drops a kiss to my lips, and I find myself chasing her mouth when she pulls back again and gets off my lap, and slides into the waiting arms of Mikhail. She snuggles into his side, and he wraps the comforter around them both.
Lev and I share a look and a silent conversation. He adds wood to the fire, goes to my room, and brings me my gun.
I may be injured, but they’re still going to have to go through me to get to her.