21. Blair #2
We ease back into the crowd, moving with the beat and taking in the energy of the crowd as we dance. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch the guy who tried to interrupt us earlier grind his way up to another woman who looks even less amused by his antics.
I point in his direction, and we both end up laughing until a possessive grip on my hips pulls me back against a strong chest .
I look back, relaxing into him as the smell of Andrei’s cologne wraps around me like a blanket, smiling as he buries his face in my neck. My hands slip over his, but I pause when I find the split, swollen skin of his knuckles. I blink up at him and he looks right back, smiling softly.
I want to ask him what happened, but Nadya scoffs in our direction. “Gross. Get a room.”
Andrei huffs out a warm breath that sends shivers down my spine. Even in the hot room, the heat of him against my back is scorching, and suddenly I’d love for nothing more than to be burned.
“Now that you mention it, I’d love to. You going to be alright if I steal my wife for the rest of the night?” His thumbs stroke circles on my hips while Nadya makes a show of rolling her eyes, playing up her disgust.
“Yeah, yeah,” she answers, waving her hand dismissively. “Get out of here.”
“Do you need a ride?” I ask.
“I’m good. Alexei should be meeting me here soon anyway, so I’m going to hang out in his office and get drunk on the good booze.” We laugh as we say goodbye, but Andrei keeps me in place while she retreats down a concealed hallway, disappearing into the shadows before he pulls me toward the exit.
He pauses after he opens the door for me, his hands flirting with the hem of my dress, making me realize how much it’s ridden up while we danced.
“I really do like this dress,” he murmurs, his lips dancing against the back of my neck. “Tell me, zolotse , are you wearing panties?” I nod, my cheeks heating. “When you get in the car, be a good girl and take them off for me.”
I hesitate, glancing at the tinted windows and then back at him. They’re dark enough that someone would struggle to see inside the car, especially at night, but still. They could see if they really wanted to.
He raises a dark brow in an unspoken challenge. I take a deep breath before I slide into the seat, keeping eye contact with him until he shuts the door, a smirk gracing the corners of his lips. As he walks around to his side, nerves make my hands shake.
When his door closes behind him, he simply looks at me. There’s no one around the car, and it’s dark, but there’s still a possibility of being seen.
Am I seriously going to do this?
Under his hungry gaze, I feel a little braver.
I arch up and slip my hands under my dress and into the band of my panties, making a show of pulling them off for him.
As the pink satin slides down my legs, I shiver.
His hands clench into fists. When I drop them into his lap, he growls while I laugh, an unexpected burst of excitement filling my chest.
“Spread your legs,” he orders with hooded eyes. I glance out the windshield at a group of men passing by. When I look back, Andrei’s eyes are dark, possessive, and hungry. I shudder, powerless to resist him in the wake of his want.
His desire erases any traces of reluctance, and when I spread my legs, my dress slides up my thighs, denying me modesty.
But I don’t feel exposed when Andrei looks at me. His eyes burn with desire, the air around us filled with a tension that leaves me breathless .
He glances away for a moment, his eyes focusing on the men. They’re standing around talking to each other, not paying us any attention, but something in Andrei’s eyes shifts.
Andrei growls, turning on the car and focusing on the road.
The absence of his eyes is a physical weight.
It presses down on my shoulders until Andrei reaches across the center console, his hand tossing it away with a single brush against my bare thigh.
He teases me, smirking when he skims his strong hands over the sensitive skin of my thigh, the wet seam of my pussy, only skimming his hands over my clit long enough to make me gasp. He draws all my attention with small touches, only ever grazing his calloused fingers over where I need him.
He brushes his thumb over my clit, but as soon as my hips start to rock, he pulls away, maddeningly moving his hands to stroke against the soft skin of my thigh.
It’s never enough to give me what I want, but his touch doesn’t offer me a reprieve, either, slowly driving me to the brink.
Every mile of the drive takes an eternity, winding me tighter and tighter, until I’m dripping all over the leather seat, needing him to the point I’m ready to beg and plead for him to stop torturing me.
As soon as the car is stopped in front of our house, one hand is on the back of my neck and the other on my hip, hauling me out of my seat and into his lap, his mouth pressed against mine like he needs me as much as I need him.
Andrei’s hands slip under my dress, gripping my ass as he maneuvers me exactly where he wants me while I cling to his shirt, hips bucking against him. I never had a hope of containing the way I burn for him, especially not when I find the hard ridge of his cock against his thigh.
He kisses me like a man possessed, mouth moving against mine like he wants it more than his next breath. His hands pull against me, encouraging me to move against him as the fabric of his pants ignites a delicious friction against my aching clit. I pull back, gasping against his lips.
“Andrei,” I whimper as he winds his fingers through my hair and pulls my head backward, granting him more room to drag his teeth down my throat. “Please, Andrei. I need you.”
I cling to the soft material of his T-shirt as his lips, teeth, and tongue abuse my delicate flesh, his hand running along the smooth skin of my thighs under my dress.
At the same time that his terrible, talented fingers trace my wet core, his lips follow the line of my collar bone, startling a moan out of me.
“That won’t do,” he scolds as he thrusts two fingers inside me faster than I can complain.
“Those noises are just for me. Not the neighbors, not for those mudaki back at the club,” he growls while I drop my head against his shoulder, biting my lip while his hand moves, slow but relentless.
“I’m a selfish man, Blair. I don’t share. ”
As if possessed, my hands slip to his belt, but he pulls away from my pussy, placing a heavy hand on my wrists as he shakes his head.
He’s barely touched me, but I’m already so wet that I think I should be embarrassed by it. He presses a kiss to my shoulder.
“Keep quiet, or I’ll have to stop. ”
I bury my face against his throat, trying to keep back a desperate whine. My hips move against him, trying to urge him to hurry up, but he clamps his other hand on my hip, keeping me still.
“Andrei, please,” I whimper.
Like an emotionless stone wall, he chuckles.
“Please what, zolotse ? Please stop? Please let you scream my name? Please fuck you so hard you can’t walk and the whole neighborhood knows exactly who you belong to?” I shake my head, eyes closed tight as his fingers trace my slit, tormenting me. “Then tell me. What is it that you want?”
“I want you to make me come.”
He hums, but finally, finally thrusts his fingers deep inside me. But he’s moving too slow, being too gentle to give me what I really need.
“And if I do that, will you stay quiet? Or will you wake up the whole neighborhood the moment you’re dripping around my cock?”
I want to tell him that I can bite my tongue, but the truth is, I can’t.
Something about being with Andrei makes me want to shed my inhibitions.
When we’re like this, my insecurities don’t matter. I’m not afraid he’s going to judge me, and I’m definitely not worried that he’s going to react poorly when I end up screaming until I’m hoarse, breathlessly begging for more.
“I’ll be good,” I pant, tracing the line of his throat with my tongue. His fingers move up my spine, a featherlight caress that feels like a kiss until his hand is back in my hair, urging me to hide my face in his shoulder.
My orgasm builds, and I just need a little more. A single touch to my clit, just a little faster, another pull of my hair, and I’ll explode.
“Prove it,” he says, curling his fingers to brush against my G-spot on his next thrust, even while I groan.
His pace increases and I moan against him, my back arching.
“Prove you can be good.” Like he’s answering my prayers, he flicks his thumb against my clit, teasing a third finger against my entrance.
“Andrei!” I sob as the dam breaks, pleasure coursing through me like a tidal wave, throwing me against the rocks.
I ride his hand through the aftershocks until my thighs shake.
He presses gentle kisses to my hair as I recover, shivering when I blink at him slowly.
His expression isn’t just hungry, it’s starved .
He pulls his hand away slowly, evidence of my arousal sticking to my thighs as he pulls down my dress.
“That’s my wonderful, beautiful wife,” he murmurs, a smile apparent in his tone. “Now we can go inside, and you can scream my name as loud as you want.”