Chapter 17 Sera
SERA
Alik groans, the erotic sound dragged from the depths of his chest. I love that sound. Want to make him do it again.
Time stops as he looks at me. The room collapses into our tiny sphere of water, and bodies, and humid air. His hands are back on the pool’s ledge. I’m caged in by a body radiating a predatory level of intent. “And how, moya voitelnitsa, can I help you come?”
I want to hide my face again but don’t. “I don’t know.”
Alik’s attention drops to my mouth. He licks his lips.
“How about…” He touches my arm where it’s lifeless in the pool, holding it only long enough to place my own fingers on my lips before returning his hands to the ledge.
“I dream about that mouth of yours,” he says. “How it tasted when I kissed you.”
I trace my bottom lip with one fingertip, watching him watch me intently. Don’t let myself overthink what might be about to happen. “How did I taste?”
“Salty on the outside, from the sweat. And so sweet on the inside, like you are just meant to be eaten. The best combination.”
I smile at that. My finger slips between my lips. Alik groans again. “What else do you dream about?”
“Those lips around my thick cock,” he says, no hesitation.
It is thick. And long. I’ve seen it. And suddenly I’m fantasizing about licking it, splitting my mouth wide for it, sucking it deep.
It’s something I’ve never wanted to do but now crave with inexplicable intensity.
I feel my own finger in my mouth, close my lips around it.
Can’t suppress a moan when Alik’s eyes glaze over.
“Yes, good girl. Just like that.” He watches, memorized as I hollow out my cheeks, saliva pooling at the idea of sucking him like this.
“You’ll take me so well,” Alix murmurs, transfixed by what I’m doing.
“You’ll love when I wrap your gorgeous hair in my fist and hold you in place, that mouth so wide, so I can fill it with my cock.
Fuck it long and deep. You’ll love it, Sera, and you’ll do it so well I’ll become addicted.
Enslaved. Yours will be the only mouth I ever want. The only lips I’ll ever need.”
A shiver tumbles through me, my body shaking. The movement draws Alik’s eyes down to my chest. My heart pounds so hard I swear he can see it through my skin.
Alik stays quiet. My brain is sluggish and it takes me a moment to realize he’s waiting for me to do something. I feel a smile curl over my lips as I move my hand down my neck, toward my breasts. Want to grin like an idiot when Alik murmurs appreciatively.
I’ve never had a praise kink. Never even thought about it. But something about Alik’s approval, his appreciation taps into a part of me I’ve never met before. Wields a power over my pussy that I didn’t think possible.
“Christ, Sera. Your tits.” He sounds hungry, borderline desperate. “Show me. Take your bra off.”
I don’t think, I just do it. I lose track of my bra the instant I pull it up and over my head. Alik’s eyelids sag, his mouth gaping on a sharp inhale. “I knew they were perfect…knew you were perfect, but fuck.”
That last word comes out as a growl and it curls around me, pulling me even further under his spell.
Mesmerized, I trail my hands across my chest, tracing the undersides of my breasts, just above the waterline.
Every move I make, the water curls around my arms and teases my torso.
The feeling is hypnotic, as is the way Alik is staring at my hands, like he’s committing to memory every line I draw across my skin.
“I can’t forget how your tits feel,” he says, like he’s confessing a sin. “Soft and perfect in my palm. Your nipples so hard, begging for my mouth. My teeth.”
He says it and I need to feel the bite. I find a nipple, pinch it. Let my eyes close and my head tip back at the sensation.
“What would I do next?” Alik’s voice seeps into my brain. “If I had your nipple in my mouth, if I bite it, what would I do next?”
I’m touching both breasts now, plumping and teasing and tugging until my lungs start to burn with the effort to breathe. “You’d lick it,” I answer, voice breaking. “You’d lick away the sting, suck it until I’m writhing beneath you, begging you to stop. And then you’d do it all over again.”
Russian words cloud the heavy air. I don’t know what Alik is saying but it sounds filthy and needy and I love it. “Yes, yes, I would. Exactly like that. Good girl. Such a good, beautiful girl.”
Beautiful girl. That’s what he calls me and, God help me, I believe it. Heat gathers beneath my fingers, arrows down to my pussy. I’m throbbing there, aching. Desperate to touch myself.
“Do it,” Alik says, reading my body like it’s an open book. “It’s what you want. What you need. Do what you want, Sera. Make yourself feel good.”
My hand is already moving, descending through the water. I feel the slope of my stomach, can’t miss the tender skin and cuts left behind by Rocco’s fists.
Despite the warmth of the water, a chill dances across my limbs. The hairs on the back of my neck rise, a frown pulling at my mouth. I haven’t even gotten to my underwear and the fizz in my blood is starting to fade. The noise in my head getting too loud to ignore.
“Sera. Baby. You’re doing so well. You’re making yourself feel so good.”
I open my eyes, find Alik looking at me with encouragement and something that looks like pride. And heat. Cazzo. So much heat.
“Keep your eyes on me and don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop.”
Blue irises, electric with lust, hold me captive. That mouth that’s just out of reach kicking up in a wicked grin when I move my hand lower. Alik stares at me as I skim over my belly button, then lower still. Tease my fingers into my underwear and down.
Beneath the water, I find my clit. Stroke.
Stars start to dance in the corners of my eyes. I want to close them, to hide away, but Alik won’t let me. He’s watching me, his chest rising and falling as fast as my own as I start to really touch myself.
“Are you wet, Sera?”
“Yes,” I gasp. Holy shit, I really am.
“I bet you feel so good. That your pussy feels so fucking good.”
Another stroke and my eyelids droop. “Have you dreamed about that too?”
“So fucking much.”
My blood is rushing through my ears, but I swear I hear the ledge behind me crack beneath Alik’s grip.
“Wh-what have you dreamed of?” My voice is thready, my hand moving faster. Sparks crackling deep in my core.
“Fuck, Sera.” Alik drops his chin, staring down at where I have my hand shoved between my legs, jaw set as he tries to catch every movement through the veil of water. “I’ve dreamed—fantasized about how wet you’ll be. How hot. How good your pussy will feel choking my cock.”
My inner muscles flutter, my channel begging to be filled. Bottom lip between my teeth, I dip my hand lower, slip one finger inside. Moan when I feel the slick, soft heat.
“You’re fingering yourself, aren’t you?” Alik’s voice is so low I can barely understand what he’s saying.
My body doesn’t have the same problem. He sounds like pure lust, and I feel a rush of arousal coat my hand. My pussy flickers as I add another finger to the first. I feel full, but not full enough. Close to coming, but not there yet.
“Tell me,” Alik demands. “Tell me what you feel like.”
“I’m hot. Swollen, so ready,” I say, any lingering embarrassment erased by the need sweeping through me. “God, it feels good. I feel good.”
“Yes. More.”
“I’m so wet, Alik.” I rock against the ledge behind me, not caring about how hard it grinds against my skin. “Wet and slick. And tight.” I push my fingers deeper and gasp at the feeling of being filled.
Alik growls, the sound erotic, encouraging. “Such a good fucking girl. You’re so close. So close to making yourself come.”
I am. I can feel it, the release steaming toward me with every thrust of my hand. My legs are shaking, my vision spotty behind closed eyelids. I’m ready, impatient, but I need more.
I need him.
With one hand on my breast and one hand working furiously between my legs, I pry my eyes open and free fall into Alik’s gaze. He’s murmuring encouragement, praise, filthy, filthy words that make me even wetter. It’s still not enough.
I need to feel him, any part of him, need him to anchor me down so I can let go. I tip my head forward, press my forehead against his. Our noses brush, his lips so close to mine I swear I can feel them.
He’s breathing like he’s just run a marathon, my race to the finish line reflected back to me by the tension radiating off him. He wants me to come as badly as I do and knowing I’m not alone, even if it’s just in this, frees me from my last restraints.
Staring into his eyes, I drag my hand to my clit and rub, two times, three, my toes curling, my whole body shaking, a cry building in the back of my throat.
The explosion comes on my next heartbeat, excruciating pleasure detonating like a nuclear bomb, my body going concave before satisfaction melts me like butter on a hot griddle.
I’m weightless, sightless, on the verge of actually drowning when Alik catches me with one arm, keeping me upright against the side of the pool.
I can barely move but that doesn’t stop me from trying to curl my arm around his neck. I want to feel him against me, feel as much of him as I can. Feel if he’s as hard as I want him to be.
I’ve barely started to move when he backs away, water rushing in where his body had just been. For one horrible minute I think he’s going to just leave.
But then he stops, reaches for me. “Fuck, I need a taste.”