9. Mia
MIA
I’m lying on the bed, my entire body sore and bruised from the day. I’m exhausted yet at the same time I’m wired. I can’t seem to sleep even though every molecule in me has nothing left to give.
I stare up at the ceiling, the beams clean and spotless. Whoever cleans this place does a great job, especially since the beams are so high.
“Seriously, so bored you’re analyzing the beams,” I grumble to myself, rubbing my hands down my face.
I turn to my side, fluff my pillow, and stare off into the darkness.
The outlines of the furniture can be seen.
The nightstand is by the bed. There’s a lamp in the corner.
Frames hang on the wall, but the pictures can’t be seen.
There’s a TV at the foot of the bed that I can turn on, but I’m not in the mood to watch anything either.
I sigh, my stomach rumbling from the lack of food.
Again, I don’t have the energy to go down the stairs and have any of the food Alek made. I don’t think he did either. He went straight downstairs after the shower. He barely spoke to me on the way out. I’m starting to think I’m more of a burden to him than he’d like to admit.
Not that he’ll ever know, but I saw everything when I closed the door.
Ev-er-y-th-ing.
And I’ve never wanted a man so much in my entire life after seeing him naked.
Alek has such a strong body. He keeps fit, clearly.
With those broad shoulders, muscular pecs with amazing definition, strong arms with veins that slither up and down, to the cut V he has on either side of his hips.
All of that to show me the very large prize that stood hard between his legs.
He looked… big.
His cock was thick and long, hanging from the weight, the tip rubbing against his thigh.
I’m assuming he was hard because he was in the shower with a naked woman—a natural reaction, not because it was me.
I would love for it to be the reason.
The thought of him has a throb pulsating between my legs. His boxer briefs become wet the longer I picture him with a towel wrapped around his waist. It was hung low, barely covering himself, and the V was on display.
All of him was on display like a statue.
I peek at the door. I left it open just in case Alek needed anything, but now it’s me who needs something.
Tossing the covers off me, I tiptoe my way to the landing just outside the door and peer over the railing to see Alek lying on the couch.
The throb between my legs becomes more intense the longer I stare at him. He has his shirt off, arm slung over his face, and the blanket doesn’t cover his left leg, barely covering his cock. One move, and the material would slip away, showing me everything I’ve craved for far too many years.
More heat pools in his boxer-briefs that I’m wearing. I can’t wait any longer.
I back away into the room and slowly close the door, the hinges squeaking so loud in the quiet. I pause, close my eyes, and try again.
The creak lasts the entire time I shut the door, then I lock it for good measure.
Finally. Alone.
Nerves take hold. I’ve never done this before. Ivan didn’t want me to risk me accidentally taking my own virginity, so I wasn’t allowed to touch myself. It was ridiculous, I knew that, but I listened because he scared me. I’d rather live then risk my life for an orgasm.
Not that I’d know what it feels like. I’ve never had one of those either.
Ivan and I never touched. We never pleasured each other. He wanted to wait until the wedding to explore that and abide to the contract. Even if he was cheating on me. He was such a hypocrite.
Now, I’m free, and I want to start exploring that freedom.
What better way than to touch myself to the thought of his father?
I slip my shirt off and toss it on the floor, then shimmy out of his boxer-briefs. There’s a big wet spot on them, proof of desire for Alek.
Crawling into bed, the cool air wraps around me and I slide under the covers. My heart beats rapidly, loud pounds that seem to reverberate through the body. I need this. I need to take the edge off.
Holding my breath, my fingers slip between my breasts, the ache there reminding me that Alek had to save my life earlier today.
I can’t believe that was today. It feels like a lifetime ago.
My shaking fingers travel down to my belly button before sliding up. My nipples harden and I think back to when Alek was washing my body in the shower. His gentle nature when it comes to me is one of the qualities, I find most attractive when it comes to him.
I close my eyes, conjuring the thoughts of him without his shirt. Swallowing, I tweak my nipple and gasp when a zing of pleasure ignites my nerve-endings. My mouth parts with shock. I never expected it to feel that good.
The space between my legs becomes slick and my hand drops, my fingers instantly wet.
Testing what I like, I slip them up and down, slow and gentle, a barely there touch. I moan when I circle my clit, fireworks exploding in my vision, stars twinkling in my mind.
“Oh my god,” I moan at how much I’ve missed out on.
Feeling more comfortable with myself, I ease one finger inside, thinking of Alek every single second while I explore.
Closing my eyes, all I hear is the sound of my breath coming out in harsh pants with every slide of my finger.
With my free hand, I twist and tug on my nipples while simultaneously driving my finger in and out.
Alek’s face invades my mind, his dark green eyes locked with mine with the same intensity he always has.
He smirks, kissing his way down my body until his face is buried between my legs.
His fingers dig into my thighs, for once, bruises I do not mind keeping, and he swipes his tongue through my lips.
I arch my back, moaning his name loudly into the room, “Alek.”
I bury my hands in his hair, tugging on the silver strands. All I have is the view of his strong shoulders, his muscles flexing as he moans into me, his tongue plunging into my virgin hole.
“You taste so fucking good, Mia. You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this—wanting you.” Alek continues to tongue-fuck me while pinching my clit with his fingers.
One hand remains locked on upper thigh near my ass, pulling me as close as possible to his face.
“Alek,” I moan his name in the empty room, wanting nothing more than for him to climb up the steps and bring me the relief I seek.
He releases the grip he has on my thigh, his palm migrating up my body to wrap around my breast. Alek squeezes me gently, his thumb brushing over my sensitive nipple, back and forth, adding to the sensations he is giving me below.
My eyes snap open when my body suddenly feels lightweight. There’s a tingling in my body starting from my toes. I don’t stop. I don’t change the pace. I’m close to experiencing whatever this feeling is.
“Alek!” I call out his name when the first wave of pleasure hits. My back arches again and I whimper and whine, the sounds leaving me I’ve never made before. I can’t breathe. I can manage to gasp for air when my orgasm keeps pulsating through every muscle.
“Mia!” Alek shouts from the other side of the door. The handle jiggles. “Mia! Open the door. Are you okay?”
“Fuck,” I moan when another orgasm takes me by surprise, the erotic mewls echoing off the walls. There is no way he can’t hear me.
Him coming to my rescue must have triggered another orgasm. No one has ever come to my rescue before.
I can’t move. I’m… busy.
“I’m—” I say a bit too breathlessly.
And a bit too late.
The door slams against the wall, pieces of wood flying everywhere from Alek kicking it in, and he is holding out his gun, aiming it towards the shadows.
Which has another orgasm hitting me.
I’m noticing a pattern. When he is around and is protecting me, that’s my hot spot, that’s what I desire.
I whimper again, rolling my lips together to hide the whines wanting to spill free. I don’t stop moving my hand. I never want this feeling to stop. I want to come again and again until I fall asleep from pure exhaustion.
“Mia?” My name deepens at the same time he sets his weapon down on the nightstand.
He flicks the bathroom light on so he can see me, and he growls when he realizes what I’m doing.
“Were you thinking of me, Lyubimaya?” He asks, stepping forward. “I heard you calling for me, but I thought you were in trouble. Were you calling my name because you made yourself come?” He takes another step, his shadow casting onto the bed.
I nod, afraid to say one word or maybe he’ll leave or worse, this is all a dream, and I don’t want to wake up.
“Were you thinking of me?” His voice becomes a soft rasp and he takes another step forward, nearly touching the edge of the bed.
“Yes,” I whisper, afraid’ll hear me.
“Fuck, Mia.” He squeezes his length and that’s when I remember he sleeps naked. He must have rushed up here thinking I was in trouble, and he didn’t even think to put clothes on.
I could come again if I wasn’t so nervous.
Alek watches me remove my hand from between my legs like a hawk.
“I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’ve never done anything like this before and seeing you in your towel—”
Oh my god, I’m rambling because I’m so nervous. Let the nightmare end.
“I wanted to try.” I sit up, holding the covers to my chest, my entire body on fire with embarrassment.
He sits on the edge of the bed and circles my wrist with his fingers. He brings my fingers to his mouth and sucks them deep.
I hold my breath, stunned at how bold he’s being. He hums, slowly easing my fingers free. I can’t breathe. I can’t believe he just did that.
“I’ve always wanted to know what you’ve tasted like.”
I just thought of this. Is this the dream? I pinch my side to make sure and the pain too real. I’m brought back down to earth.
“And? Am I… do I taste okay?” Fire blazes in my cheeks from the question.
He licks his lips and leans forward until I can feel his breath on my lips. “I want more.” Without breaking eye contact, he takes my hand and lowers it under the covers, telling me he wants his seconds now.