Chapter 14
NIKOLAI
My finger presses deeper into her ass, just to the first knuckle, and Jenna’s whole body jerks like I’ve electrocuted her. The water sloshes over the tub’s edge as she grinds down, caught between the invasion of my finger and the length of my cock pressed against her pussy.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her neck, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips. “Take what you need.”
She does. Christ, she does. Her hips roll in desperate circles, grinding her clit along my shaft while my finger works deeper into that virgin territory. Each movement makes her gasp, these broken little sounds that go straight to my cock.
“Nikolai—” My name on her lips sounds so fucking good. “I can’t—it’s too—”
“You can.” I curl my finger slightly, and she screams. Not pain—pure, overwhelmed pleasure as her body tries to process sensations it’s never felt before. “Come for me, beautiful. Show me how good it feels.”
Her movements become frantic, water sloshing everywhere as she chases her orgasm. My free hand grips her hip, guiding her rhythm as she grinds against me. The head of my cock catches against her entrance with each roll of her hips, teasing us both with what we can’t have yet.
“Please, please, please—”
She shatters. Her back arches, head thrown back as her orgasm rips through her. I feel every pulse of it—her ass clenching around my finger, her pussy contracting against nothing, her whole body shaking as she comes apart in my lap.
I work her through it, my finger moving gently until she collapses against my chest, trembling and gasping for air.
“Out,” I command.
She’s unsteady as I help her from the tub, taking my time drying her off. The towel moves over her skin in long strokes, and I memorize every shiver, every catch in her breathing when I brush sensitive areas.
When I’m done with her, I dry myself quickly, trying to ignore how my cock throbs with each heartbeat.
Then I scoop her up, carrying her to my bed. She weighs nothing in my arms, this woman who’s utterly destroying my control. I deposit her in the center of my black sheets, and the sight stops me cold.
“Fuck.” The word escapes without thought. “That’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. First woman to ever grace my bed.”
“What?” She props herself up on her elbows, confusion clear in those gray-green eyes. “Surely not?”
“I’ve had plenty of women.” I catch a flash of what looks like jealousy, and file it away for later examination. “But never one I would allow in or on my bed.”
“Why me?” The question hangs between us, loaded with more meaning than two simple words should carry.
I shake my head. “Good fucking question. No more talking.”
She opens her mouth—to argue, to demand answers I don’t have—but I cut her off.
“Fuck, spread those pretty thighs for me and let me see that sweet cunt.”
The command comes out rough, but she obeys. Her legs fall open on my black sheets, and the sight punches the air from my lungs. She’s still swollen from her orgasm in the tub, glistening in the low light of my bedroom.
A growl rips from my throat—pure, animalistic hunger that I don’t try to contain. I climb between her legs, my hands sliding up her inner thighs, spreading her wider.
“Been wanting to do this since I first saw you,” I confess against her skin, my breath hot on her inner thigh. “Eleven days of watching you through that pharmacy window, imagining how you’d taste. Now two weeks of having you here.”
She makes a sound—half gasp, half moan—as I lower my head. The first swipe of my tongue has us both groaning. She tastes like everything I’ve been denying myself, like the answer to a question I didn’t know I was asking.
I devour her. There’s no finesse, no technique—just raw hunger as I feast on her pussy like a man starved. My tongue explores every fold, every sensitive spot, learning what makes her hips buck and her hands fist in my sheets.
When I suck her clit into my mouth, she screams. Her thighs try to close around my head, but I hold them open, pinning her to the mattress as I devour her with lips and tongue and just a hint of teeth.
“Nikolai!” My name tears from her throat as I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right so she comes apart for me. “Oh god, oh fuck—”
I lift my head enough to speak, my lips still brushing her sensitive flesh. “That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.”
The endearment slips out again—baby—and I don’t try to take it back. Not when she’s spread out in my bed, not when I can feel her pussy clenching around my fingers, not when she’s this close to coming apart for me again.
I kiss my way up her body, tasting salt and soap and something uniquely her. My lips trace the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist, the underside of her breast. Each kiss draws a shiver from her, little tremors that run through her skin like electricity.
When I reach her mouth, she kisses me desperately, tasting herself on my tongue. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling hard enough to hurt, and I groan into her mouth.
I shift my hips, dragging the length of my cock through her folds. The piercing catches against her clit, and she breaks the kiss with a gasp.
“Please,” she breathes against my mouth. “Nikolai, please—”
I do it again, slower this time. The head of my cock glides through her wetness, the metal jewelry creating friction that has her arching beneath me. I grind against her, letting her feel every inch of what she can’t have yet.
“Fuck!” Her nails dig into my shoulders, leaving marks I’ll wear proudly. “I’ve never—god, I’ve never wanted to be fucked so bad.”
Another roll of my hips, and she’s practically sobbing with need. The sound goes straight to my cock.
“What are you doing to me?” The question comes out broken.
Her hips chase mine, trying to angle so I’ll slip inside, but I control everything.
“Making you mine,” I growl against her throat. “Teaching your body who it belongs to.”
I increase the pressure, grinding harder against her clit. She’s so wet I can hear it, obscene sounds filling my bedroom as I slide against her with the length of my cock and that curved barbell.
“Please, please, please—” The word becomes a chant, a prayer, a demand all at once. “I need—Nikolai, I need—”
“I know what you need.” I bite down on the junction of her neck and shoulder. “But you’re going to wait until I command it. You’re going to be good for me.”
She makes a sound that’s part frustration, part surrender. Her whole body trembles, balanced on the edge of an orgasm just from this—just from my cock sliding against her, the piercing dragging over her clit.
“Come for me.” The command rips from my throat as I grind harder. “Now, Jenna. Show me how good I make you feel.”
She breaks. Her orgasm hits like a tidal wave, her whole body shaking beneath mine as she screams my name. I push her through it, grinding as she shakes and gasps, her pussy clenching on nothing while she soaks my cock with her release.
I don’t give her time to recover. Before she can catch her breath, I’m sliding back down her body, spreading her thighs wide again.
“I can’t take it,” she gasps when she realizes my intent. Her hands push weakly at my shoulders. “Nikolai, please, I can’t—”
“You’re my good girl.” I press a kiss to her inner thigh, feeling her muscles jump beneath my lips. “You can take it.”
Then I feast.
My tongue delves into her oversensitive flesh, and she cries out, her back arching off the bed. I hold her down with one arm across her hips while I devour her, licking and sucking. She tastes even better now—salt and sex and desperation all mixed together.
“Too much!” Her voice cracks as I suck her clit into my mouth. “Nikolai, fuck, it’s too—”
I hum against her, the vibration making her sob. My cock throbs between my legs, so hard it hurts, precum dripping steadily onto my sheets as I drive her wild with my mouth. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that will make her pussy clench around them, fluttering.
“Please,” she whimpers, though I’m not sure if she’s begging me to stop or keep going. “I can’t—oh god—”
I lift my head enough to meet her gaze. “You can. You will. You’re mine, Jenna, and I’m going to wreck you until you can’t remember your own name.”
Then I dive back in, pumping my fingers inside her. My cock aches, demanding relief I won’t give it. Not yet. Not until I’ve destroyed her first.
Her next orgasm builds. I feel it in the way her thighs tremble, and the way her breath catches and releases in broken gasps.
“Nikolai, something’s—I feel—”
She doesn’t finish the sentence. Her back bows off the bed as she comes, and this time—fuck—this time she squirts. The first rush of it surprises us both, her release coating my tongue, my chin, down my throat as I drink her down like a man dying of thirst.
“Fuck!” The word tears from her throat, more wetness gushing from her as I work her through it, not letting up, not giving her a moment’s reprieve.
I’ve never been this hard in my life. The taste, the scent, the way she’s lost control—it flips a primal switch in my brain.
“Godfucking damn it.” I lift my head, my face drenched with her release. “I wanted to wring a few more orgasms from you, but I can’t fucking wait.”
I surge up her body, positioning myself at her entrance. The head of my cock presses against her. She’s so wet, so ready, but I need—
“Look at me.” My hand cups her jaw, forcing her to meet my eyes. “I want to see those pretty eyes when I claim you.”
She does. Those eyes lock onto mine, pupils wide with lust. An answering hunger to the one burning through my veins.
I slam home in one brutal thrust.
Her scream fills the room—pleasure and pain and shock all tangled together as I bury myself to the hilt. She’s tight, so fucking tight despite how wet she is, her pussy clenching around my cock like a vice.
“Nikolai!” My name comes out broken, her nails digging into my shoulders hard. It’s only at this moment I realize I forgot to tie her, too overwhelmed with my desire for her.