17. Mia
MIA
I haven’t really sucked his cock yet. Minus a few experimental tries in the bedroom over the last few days, but nothing like this. I’ve never been on my knees.
The tub digs into my knees. It’s such a hard surface and my knees are already starting to ache. I have to deal with it. Alek killed two men for me, cleaned the entire downstairs so I wouldn’t see any blood.
If he can do that, I can do this.
My nails drag up his thighs, up and down, up and down, and he peers down at me, his pupils blown.
“You look so fucking good on your knees for me,” he growls, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls.
That invigorated me. I tested myself, sticking out my tongue and licking up his thick shaft.
“Oh, fuck, Mia.” He tilts his head back, the tendons in his neck protruding.
I wrap my hands around the base, my fingers almost touching from his girth. I stroke while I experiment, tracing the crown with my tongue. His knees buckle and his palm slaps against the shower wall. I grin, knowing I must be doing something right.
Taking a deep breath, I suck the head into my mouth. It’s soft and spongy. I don’t mind the feeling of it at all. I bob down, taking him deeper into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he curses, his hips rocking on their own accord.
They’re small strokes, and they gain speed the deeper I take him. His hand slips down to cup the back of my head.
“Mia. Just like that. Da.”
I peek up at him through wet lashes, my gaze lingering his abs before sliding up his chest to meet his intense stare.
“I love how your mouth looks stretched wide with my cock. I’ve never seen a prettier sight.” He strokes his knuckles across my chest, his fingers dipping to reach my nipple. “Do you like having my cock in your mouth?”
I nod, unable to answer with my mouth so full.
“Good girl. I want to see this view every day. You’re doing so fucking good. I know it’s a lot,” he praises, sweeping his fingers through my hair.
I dive deeper, taking him to the back of my throat and he shouts when the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat. I gag and cough, immediately pulling off him to catch my breath.
“Fuck,” he gasps. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I cough, not used to having anything of his size in my mouth. Spit travels down my chin, a string of it dripping off his shaft.
“We can stop. You don’t have to—”
I cut him off by sucking him down again, doing my best to coax the come from him.
“… Fucking Hell, Mia,” he rocks onto his tiptoes, slamming his fist against the wall. “So eager for my cock.” His fingers drift through my wet hair again, grasping onto the roots.
I hope I’m doing an okay job. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be on my knees with Alek’s cock in my mouth. I never ever imagined Ivan. Not in ways I was supposed to. It’s always been Alek for me.
Even when I’d kiss Ivan, I’d dream of Alek.
I’m right where I want to be.
I hum around his shaft, lapping at him as if he will quench the thirst I have for him.
He shivers. Alek’s entire body trembles. His hand grabs my hair even tighter and tears pool in my eyes from the pain.
I don’t mind it. I love that I make him feel this good.
Me.
I find it a little hard to believe since I have no idea what I’m doing, but I’m listening to my instincts. I assume, teeth aren’t a good thing, so I’m keeping them away the best I can by how I have my lips.
Maybe he might like a little pain too?
I relax my mouth and tease the edges of my teeth across his sensitive muscle, scraping across the spongy head.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, nearly collapsing on top me, but catches himself on the wall. “Mia.”
Seems like I don’t need to try so hard then. Alek seems to like a little pain with pleasure.
I wonder what would happen if I bit down? Is that too much? I peek up again, his eyes hooded, his lips parted, his wet hair hanging in his face. He looks ruined.
I did that. I am doing that. He feels this way because of me.
Someone would have to kill me to get to me stop.
I pull back, rolling my tongue across the tip, dipping it into the slit to gather more of his salty precum. I love how it tastes.
Alek is mumbling something in Russian, his head tilted back, his breathing becoming quicker, and I make note that he must really like the tip of his cock adorned.
I flick up and around. It’s messy with no strategy. He seems to enjoy it even if I’m bad at it.
I’ll get better in time.
I tug his sack, palming them gently, then giving them a good tug to see what he likes and what he doesn’t.
He hisses, a deep growl reverberating off the walls. “Fuck. Mia. Fuck. I’m close,” he warns, reaching down to cup one of my breasts, his thumb brushing back and forth over my beaded nipples.
I’m dying for him. My clit is throbbing. My hole is aching. It actually hurts and the only way to ease the pain is if slipped inside me.
“Fuck this,” he snarls while wrapping a hand around my throat and lifting me to my feet.
He spins me around, flattening me against the wall, one hand pressed between my shoulder blades to keep me in place.
“Hard to believe you’ve never had a cock in your mouth. Are you lying to me, Lyubimaya?”
I shake my head, spit still dripping down my lips. “Never. Only you.”
His fingertips slip down my spine, down the crease of my backside, then pushes that same finger inside me. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Mia. Does sucking my cock turn you on? Do you like being on your knees for me like my dirty little slut?”
I moan when he pumps in and out of me, the wet sounds coming from me and not the shower.
“Oh, you love it, don’t you? There’s just one problem. Your mouth around me feels so good and then makes me crave you in more ways.” He slides out of me, lining his cock against my pussy, and slams forward.
“Alek!” I cry out his name as he suddenly fills me.
He clutches the back of my neck, curling over me to press his lips against my ear as he sets a brutal, hard pace that I can’t seem to get enough of.
Yes. Yes. Yes. More of this. More.
His lips move against my cheek with every hard pound he gives me.
“That’s right. Scream my name for all to hear.
Let Nikolai hear how I’m fucking you. I want him to hear what he will never get to have when it comes to you.
Let him be jealous of you taking my cock.
Because this pussy is mine, isn’t it? Say it. Tell me, Mia.”
I don’t answer. My mind is spinning. I can’t string two thoughts together. My body is on fire. My vision blurs. How does he expect me to answer him when he has taken over me entirely?
“Tell. Me.” He punctuates his hips, slamming into me so hard, I slide up the wall, my nipples grazing the slick tiles.
“Yours! I’m yours. Every part of me. Every inch of me. I’ve always belonged to you.”
He intertwines our fingers together, then tightens them into a fist, resting them on the wall next to me, my attention locked on them. His other hand keeps me bound against the wall still. It’s tight around my neck, keeping me in place for him to fuck me.
“You feel so fucking good. I want to be inside you every day. You take my cock so well. Does it hurt? I don’t want to hurt you.” He kisses my shoulder, flexing his hips hard and fast.
I feel him in my belly, driving deep, seeking my soul as if he hasn’t already claimed it.
“No. I only want you deeper. I want you everywhere.” I turn my head, needing a more comfortable position for my neck.
“I’m everywhere when it comes to you. Don’t ever forget that. I’ll always be everywhere.” His cock fills me with every stroke, his sack swaying to slap my sensitive clit, giving it just enough pressure to weaken my knees.
The sounds that escape me I’ve never heard before. My shouts of pleasure bounce off the bathroom walls and echo within my head.
There’s no way Nikolai can’t hear us, and I don’t care. I can’t keep how good I feel locked inside.
“That’s it. Fucking scream to the entire world. Let them be jealous of us, Lyubimaya.” He licks the water off my back, his tongue flat against my spine as he works his way up. “They will never have what we have.”
My orgasm hits me hard and fast. Without warning. Without any build up. He grips me by my hair and yanks my head back, forcing me to cry to the ceiling instead of the wall.
“Don’t let him miss the grand finale, Mia.”
Him.
Him being Nikolai.
And that only has another orgasmic wave to crash over me. I practically sing Alek’s name, rocking against him to prolong every bit of ecstasy I can.
“Fuck. Mia! Goddamn it, you feel too good. Mia!” He roars my name, and it brings a smile to my face because I know Nikolai can probably hear him too.
He comes long and hard, lazily kissing me as his cock fills me.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” he whispers against my lips, the water from the shower dripping into my mouth.
It’s warm and doesn’t do anything to sate my thirst, but that’s okay, water tastes so much better coming from Alek. His cock slips free, leaving me empty and needy for him to fill me again. I’d love us to fall asleep with his cock inside me, holding me as close as possible.
A loud banging sounds on the bathroom door and I jump, covering my breasts on instinct.
Alek’s eyes flash with annoyance at us being interrupted. “What?” He barks, snagging the loofah from the hook. “It’s my turn to bathe you now,” he whispers to me in a completely different tone.
“Can you two keep it down? You’re waking up everyone!” Nikolai shouts.
“There’s only you,” Alek shouts over the loud spray of water.
“Me and all the wildlife in the forest. Keep it down.”
“My house, Nikolai. Don’t like it, leave.”
Alek pauses to see if his friend will say anything else. He doesn’t.
“Finally,” Alek groans in relief. “Can’t get a moment of peace without being interrupted. I’m sorry about that.”
“Don’t be. I’m not.”
Alek drags the loofah across my chest, smiling down at me.
He almost looks like a difference person when he isn’t having to be Aleksandr Bykov. He’s gentle and kind, sweet and funny, but what I love most about him is how thoughtful he is. I’ve never met anyone like him before.
He’s a brutal force with everything and everyone. Except with me.
He gets to be soft with me. I like that I get a part of him that no one else ever gets to have. It’s mine and mine alone. Just for me. A secret I get to devour every day for the rest of my life.
I love it.
He dives the loofah between my legs, grumbling under his breath about something.
“What?” I ask on a yawn.
“I don’t like seeing my come drip out of you. I want it to stay inside where it belongs.”
If I wasn’t so warm from the shower, he’d see me blush.
But then my stomach drops, and nausea hits me when I realize what we’ve done. I don’t speak up. I’m too afraid. What if he’s mad at me? I’m not on birth control. We haven’t been wearing protection.
“What is it?” He drops the loofah onto the floor to grab the shampoo. “What’s wrong? Do you feel okay?” He searches my eyes for an answer, waiting for me to tell him what’s on my mind.
I can’t.
“It just hit me how tired and hungry I am. That’s all. Plus, it makes me sleepy when you touch me.” I bite my lip from the admission. That part is true. His touch relaxes me.
“After this, you climb into bed, and I’ll make you something to eat.”
“But Nikolai.”
“I don’t give a fuck. He’ll be fine. My love wants food. I get her food. As simple as that. Da?”
My snicker turns into a groan when he starts massaging my scalp. “Da. Da,” I slur, my eyes basically crossing with how good it feels.
“You promise everything is okay?”
My breath hitches and for the first time since knowing Alek, I lie. “I promise.”
He has too much to worry about. He doesn’t need to have the possibility of pregnancy on the table too. He’s forty-five. He probably doesn’t even want kids when Ivan is grown.
He leans down and kisses me. “Lean back.”
As the water washes away the soap, guilt and regret sour my mood even further. The voice in the back of my head says, “Talk to him. He’ll understand.”
But this is different, and I have no clue on how to approach it.
It’s the only promise I’ll ever break. I just hope he doesn’t hate me for it.