17. Blair
Blair
A ndrei kisses me with a tenderness that is completely at odds with the ferocity he’s using to pin my body against the door while his thumbs stroke against my temples, smoothing back the stray hairs that have fallen free from my ponytail.
When I decided to ignore everything else and focus on our date, I realized that it is really easy to spend time with Andrei.
When he asks questions, he genuinely seems to want to hear my answers.
He’s engaging and charming and funny. I never would’ve guessed that he could make me laugh more than I have in ages, all while stoking the fire between us with gentle touches and sly looks.
I couldn’t figure out if my face felt warm because I was blushing or because I wanted him.
Until he leaned across the table, looking at me with a starved expression that had nothing to do with our dinner and told me to text Mila to let her know we’d pick up Niko in the morning. Then I decided the why didn’t matter .
“I don’t want her to worry,” he told me. “As soon as we get home, you’re going to be busy with my cock stretching those pretty lips until you’re choking on me.”
Now, Andrei’s being gentle, but it’s a tease that only has me wanting more.
So, I nip at his lip as I tug against his tie, wanting absolutely nothing between us.
As soon as the knot’s loose, I drop it to the floor, moving to the buttons of his shirt, hoping to pry his control away, but he holds firm.
I’m one moment of weakness from begging him to give me what I want, but he’s just as collected as he always is, taking charge and refusing to give an inch.
In a fit of desperation, I grip him through his pants, a silent plea for him to end this slow tease. In a flash, he removes the space between us, licking against my lips before he pulls away. I whimper, because the couple inches between our faces are far from what I want.
“Do you like this dress, zolotse ?”
Eyes glazed, I nod. I’ll answer anything he asks right now, as long as he just touches me .
“Do you want me to tear it off you? Because if you keep touching me like that, it’ll be nothing but pretty scraps, and I’ll have to buy you a new one.”
Reluctantly, I pull my hand back, moving it back to his chest and stroking my thumb over the fabric, imagining the designs inked hidden underneath.
His pupils are dilated, and I feel drunk on how powerful his blatant desire makes me.
With a strong grip, he moves my hand down to his belt, smirking as I tug at it until I’m able to shove his pants down enough to free his length and stroke it with one hand.
When he nods, I sink to my knees. I look up at him from under my lashes, his cock twitching when he meets my eyes.
“Fuck,” he breathes, head falling backward as I run my lips against his head, tongue darting out to taste the precum that smears against my thumb on my next stroke.
I want his cock in my mouth so badly I ache with the desire burning through me.
I press my lips against his length, teasing him with chaste kisses before he growls, hips twitching when I finally put us both out of our misery, parting my lips enough for him to press between them.
God, I need this. Need him .
Slowly, he rolls his hips, his cock filling my mouth and bumping against my throat. I swallow to avoid gagging, and it isn’t long before he’s filling my mouth while my eyes water freely.
Andrei groans a low and throaty sound, while his hands slip through my hair, pulling it free of my hair tie and pulling my head back just enough for me to look up at him.
“Pull up your dress,” he orders. “I want to watch you play with yourself while my cock is in your mouth. Show me what you like.”
Heat flashes through me, the heavy look in his eyes enough to spark me into obedience.
I pull back to catch my breath as I lift the skirt of the dress enough to give myself room to slip one hand between my thighs.
He inhales sharply while I slip my panties aside, happily tracing along my pussy, getting my fingers wet before I plunge two of them inside me as I bite back a moan.
With a starved growl, his grip on my hair tightens.
“ With my cock in your mouth, zolotse . ”
He pulls me toward him, and I don’t hesitate to part my lips, sealing them around him and moaning at his clean, musky flavor.
His grip in my hair stings against my scalp when my tongue flicks against the vein that runs along his length.
The edge of pain does nothing to discourage me when I try to control the pace.
I savor the burn when I move faster than he wants, moaning as I bob my head up and down.
He growls, forcing my head back far enough that I have no choice but to accept his withdrawal, whining when he teases me, only rubbing the tip of his cock against my lips.
He shakes his head. I whine in the back of my throat, tongue darting out to coax him back.
“If you want me in your mouth, you have to learn to behave.” Bracing a hand on his thigh, my nails dig into the fabric covering his thighs while my clit pulses against my hand, fingers working in tight circles. “Will you behave?”
I nod as I sigh shakily.
A beat passes as he strokes a thumb over my wet lip.
“Then come for me,” he orders as he slams his cock into my mouth. My throat convulses around him, and I blink back tears. “Get yourself nice and wet so when I get you into bed, I can sink every inch into that tight little cunt of yours.”
When I pull back, he lets me. I suck hard as I pull off, releasing him with a wet sound as I stroke him in my hand while I look up at him, fluttering my lashes.
Andrei’s eyes are feral.
With a spark of daring I didn’t know I possessed, I pout my lower lip, fluttering my lashes at him. “I like this dress, Andrei. How do I know you won’t ruin it?” I ask, dragging my tongue from base to tip, swirling it around the head.
“There’s only one way to find out,” he growls as he urges me to take him back into my mouth. It sounds like a threat, not a reassurance, but I don’t want to do anything that’ll make him stop. With a hitched breath, I plunge my fingers deeper.
Between the hot, heavy weight of him on my tongue and the way his hands stroke through my hair, shooting heat along my spine, I’m already on edge. Part of me wants to hold out, draw out my own orgasm as long as possible, but when I let my thumb circle my clit, I know I’m not going to last.
My thighs shake while my release hits me, muting every sensation except pleasure. I moan, clawing against Andrei’s thigh to brace myself against the onslaught.
“Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Andrei rasps, voice gruff with lust. His expression is awe-struck as he strokes my cheek.
I’m still floating when Andrei pulls me off him, taking his cock in the hand not wrapped in my hair and squeezing around the base. I whine at the loss.
“When I let you go, you’ll have two minutes to get upstairs and get out of this dress,” he rasps. “Then you’re going to spread yourself out on the bed and wait for me. If you’re still wearing anything when I get there, I’ll tear it off you with my teeth.”
His voice is firm, leaving no room for argument, but I can’t resist the urge to push him anyway.
“And if I don’t?”
“Then I’ll have no choice but to take you over my knee,” he answers easily, the effect only emphasized by his hungry expression. A bolt of pure lust shoots through me at the mental image .
Holy shit.
“Do you understand me, zolotse ?”
I nod as much as his grip allows me to.
I squeeze my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the pressure.
If Andrei wants to spank me, he’s more than welcome to. Even though I have a feeling he wouldn’t be playful and teasing.
No, a spanking from him would be just like every other part of him. Focused and intense. He wouldn’t give me an inch unless he wanted to, and the untamed look in his eye says that he isn’t feeling very generous.
“Two minutes.”
He releases my hair, and I scramble to stand, hesitating for only a moment before I rush to obey him. His eyes silently track my every move as I dart upstairs.
I pause on the top landing, carefully undoing the thin halter straps at my neck and letting the dress fall to pool at my feet, leaving me in only my panties as I turn down the hallway, giving him a full view of the wonders these heels to for my ass.
I know better than to think he’ll chase after me. Andrei does things in his own time, and if he’s giving me two minutes, there’s a reason. But I can still have my own fun in the meantime.
As he chuckles, my bravado fails me, and I end up scrambling to remove my heels and panties and crawl onto the bed.
I can hear him moving around downstairs, checking the locks and turning off the lights while my nipples bead with anticipation.
I shift eagerly, but there’s nothing I can do to rush him .
It feels like I’ve been lying here for far more than two minutes, and I huff out a frustrated breath.
Well, Andrei never said I had to wait for him, did he?
My hand ghosts down my stomach, causing my skin to break into goosebumps as I trace a path to the bundle of nerves between my legs, pleasure shooting through me with a groan as my fingers move in slow circles, not even bothering to be quiet as I lose myself.
A throat clears, and it’s like someone has thrown a bucket of ice water over me.
“Not that I mind the show, but I don’t remember saying you could play without me.
” Andrei leans against the doorway, naked as the day he was born.
I can’t help but admire his gorgeous, tattooed muscles as he crosses his arms over his chest. Unwittingly, my eyes drop to his cock, standing at attention as he watches me.
“You didn’t tell me I couldn’t,” I counter, spreading my legs wider so I can push a finger into my soaked core. He growls, stalking across the room to take control of my hands, pulling them above my head.
“But I didn’t tell you that you could.”
He lets go of my hands and grabs my hips instead, flipping me onto my hands and knees faster than I can react. Not giving me a chance to brace myself, his hand lands against the fleshy part of my ass with a sharp smack that has me crying out.
Fuck, I’m so wet it’s practically dripping down my thighs.
I have half a mind to argue with him, to tell him that he isn’t being fair. But his hand strokes over the spot he just hit, soothing away the sting. I arch into the touch, and he lets out a low groan that sets my nerves on fire.
“Do you like a little bit of pain, zolotse ?” He hums, running his hands up my back as I nod. His fingers bite into my shoulders so hard I wonder if he’s going to leave marks. “I’ll have to remember that.”
That’s the only warning I get before he slams himself inside me, stretching me open with a delicious burn. I collapse to my elbows, scrambling to find my balance as he pounds into me hard and fast, not even giving me time to catch my breath between thrusts.
My nipples rub against the sheets underneath me, an incredible friction that has me spiraling higher with each thrust. I roll my hips back against him, meeting Andrei stroke for stroke.
“You’re fucking perfect.” He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me against his chest as he uses his knees to spread my legs wider, letting him thrust even deeper inside me. Ecstasy builds, and there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be in this moment than right here.
“The way you squeeze my cock, the sounds you make… You’ll drive me to madness.”
My breaths are short pants as I wrap my arms back around his neck, twisting my head around to meet him in a messy kiss.
His hand moves down to my clit, pushing me over the edge in just a few short strokes.
My muscles draw tight as my core flutters around him, squeezing tight like no part of me can bear to have him apart from me .
He breaks the kiss and presses his face against my neck, holding me tight against his chest. His cock pulses as he grunts so lowly I can feel it rumble through my chest.
He pulls away slowly, and I collapse, unable to hold up my own weight while my mind rebels at the thought of him walking away from this again. If he really wants to keep this hot-and-cold routine, I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep up.
“There’s never been anything as beautiful as you.”
I jolt at his words as much as I do at his fingers running along my slit, slick with our combined release.
Before I have the chance to take a breath, he slowly thrusts his fingers inside me.
My oversensitive nerves protest as I try to move away, but I have no energy left to fight him.
All I can do is mewl pathetically as I shake my head.
He chuckles, kissing my shoulder. “Easy, Blair.” The mattress shifts as he stands up and I let out a quiet whine, hating myself for it. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promises, as if he can hear the insecurities creeping into my mind, eager to fill the space he’s leaving behind.
Forcing myself to trust him, I relax for the few minutes before he returns with a wet cloth, cleaning up the mess between my thighs with gentle care and attention.
When he’s finished, I roll over and grab his arm, keeping him close. The pathetic, desperate creature in my chest claws at my ribs, demanding I force him to stay with me.
“Will you stay?” The words escape me before I get a chance to bite my tongue.
I hate how pathetic I feel. If he says no, I’ll have no choice but to go back to the same routine we had this morning, acting like roommates who tolerate each other enough to fuck occasionally and forget how he made me feel when he held my hand over dinner.
“I want to wake up with you. Just once.”
He looks at me in that evaluating way of his, and I feel beyond vulnerable. It’s like he’s stripped me of every protection I have, and my soul has been laid bare. I both hate and savor the experience of feeling seen, even as I have to resist the urge to squirm away from it and hide.
Slowly, he smiles, and it’s like the first rays of sun coming out after a freezing winter.
“I’d stay with you every night if you’d let me.” His tone is serious, and my heart skips a beat. It doesn’t silence the desperate, anxious creature that’s made a home for itself in my chest, but it does help put a muzzle on it.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him against me in a kiss, basking in the warmth of his skin against mine. “Then stay,” I murmur against his lips.
He nods, kissing me as I smile.