Chapter 11 #2
Caught between the conflict of desires and moral obligation, Konstantin slipped two of his fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them before he pulled it out.
His slippery saliva dripped down as he extended his hand, running it over my lips.
Granting me the gift of tasting him with a maddening tease.
But I wasn’t satisfied as molten lava flowed through my core. Demanding more.
“Tell me this is what you want.” He rasped with desperation.
My body screamed for more.
“Yes. Yes,” I nearly chanted. “I want you.”
The corner of his lips lifted with dark satisfaction as he circled my mouth before pushing his two fingers inside. A moan escaped me as I sucked, enjoying the warmth of his skin. The taste of his flesh.
My half-lidded eyes watched his aroused face as greed consumed me and I took him deeper, gagging.
“Fuck, kotyonok.” He slowly retrieved his fingers as he brought my hand to his mouth, teasing my fingers with the edge of his lips. “I knew you would be so bad for me, Blair.” His smile was pressed against my palm as he darted his tongue out, licking from the center to the tip of my fingers.
Unprecedented pleasure zapped through my nerve endings. Never had any man taken the time to explore every inch of my skin so intimately, and without him, I would have never known I wanted more.
God, I must have been insane, but if this was insanity, I never wanted to be sane again.
“You’ll be the end of me.” I panted.
“Oh, baby, this is never going to end.” His eyes on mine, never leaving as he leaned down, his face hovering above mine as I believed I would finally get to taste him but no.
With his free hand, he turned my cheek and kissed my jaw.
Leaving soft pecks, tender and gentle, like I was something he was scared to hold.
My heart stammered like a small girl.
His tongue darted out, dragging along the side of my neck. “My god, you taste divine.” He sighed a moan.
God, the sound of him was like heaven.
It was so raw and vulnerable. I was the only one who could hear him like this.
“More,” I pleaded, reaching my hand out as it wrapped only half around his shoulder. Pulling him deeper onto me, wanting to fuse his skin with mine and feel every inch of his burning desire.
Teasing again as he licked and kissed against the sensitive spot, white-hot fire flared in between my thighs. His teeth skimmed down to my collarbones, nipping and marking softly, each touch lingering after the other.
He hummed as his hand reached the top of my bust and ripped my dress apart, lace tearing at the seams. Instead of revealing a bra, my bare round breasts bounced against the cold air as he slapped one and then gripped it.
“These tits… fuck, you drive me crazy, kotyonok.” His lips kissed each one of my breasts.
A shiver of pleasure rolled through my body all the way to my hips. Needing him everywhere at the same time.
Proceeding to then pinch one, then the other, before taking it into his mouth. Lapping his tongue over the nipple, as a restrained noise rumbled inside his throat. He sucked and sucked until they became puffy. Biting around the edges as he marked what belonged to him— me.
The pulsating between my legs spiked as my legs rubbed against one unconsciously.
“Your pussy must be needy after all this fighting. Let me fix that.” He murmured against my neck, beginning a trail of kisses downward. Goosebumps broke over my skin as it amazed me how rough yet gentle he could be at the same time.
Konstantin paused above my lace thong, teasing as he drew his tongue over the material, mixing my wetness with his saliva. His tantalizing eyes stayed on mine, almost relishing every reaction of mine.
Then he dipped his hand inside and teased along my aching flesh. My core shivered at his touch. Leaning back into the chair of the booth, giving him more access to my pussy as I spread my legs and he pulled my panties to the side.
My fingers threaded through his hair as I didn’t have any more patience and roughly pushed his face into me.
“Ahh, yes, Konstantin.”
Hoisting my legs over his shoulders and holding them apart with his arms, his hot tongue slid in between my folds. Burying his face in my pussy as he moved up and down. His fingers clenched around my thighs. Kon groaned with each lick; the vibration increased the chasing friction.
Pleasure writhed through me as I threw my head back, my spine curved against the seat. Fuck. My breasts ached as they needed attention, and I began to play with them. A soft pinch exhilarated my blood.
I moaned loudly, not caring who might hear us.
He paused, his lips hovered over my pussy as he watched me intently.
“Don’t stop, baby.”
His mouth shone with my slickness. A strangled noise escaped his chest as his dark eyes drowned with fervent lust. “Kotyonok, this will never stop, for either of us.”
He gathered his spit and dripped it all over the clit. His tongue flicked it repeatedly as he inserted one, then two fingers into my pussy.
I gasped as the thickness of them stretched me out.
He smiled maniacally. “There you go, beautiful. How else do you think I’ll train you for this cock?”
Sliding his digits in and out in a slow then fast pace, making my hips jolt against him. More. More. More.
I watched, lightheaded as the candlelight seemed to fade away.
Without stopping, he stood up, fingering me as his erection outlined against his pants, and he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks. His hard cock jolted out, hitting his stomach. He was thick, veiny, and pierced as the tip leaked with white precum.
My lips fell open.
“What? Never seen a pierced cock, kotyonok?” He said with such self-satisfaction there was a reason a man like him was so confident of himself.
My mouth watered as I nodded, dying to have a taste of him.
He stroked his cock— once, twice— as his eyes became heavy-lidded, grunting before he turned his attention on me and tapped his dick against my face. The thud of his erection conjured something so primally submissive, I just wanted to be facefucked.
I attempted to lick the underside of his shaft as he took a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back roughly. Running the tip of his cock against my lips as he commanded with absolute authority. “You want it? Take it, kotyonok.”
He thrust his cock inside, hitting the back of my throat, making me gag. Tears lined my eyes as I opened my mouth wider to adjust to his size. I started to lick around the rim and suck his shaft desperately. Using one of my hands, I cupped his ass and rocked his hips further down my throat.
Konstantin rubbed his thumb softly against my cheek, making my head go all fuzzy and hazy. “Look at you, kotyonok, all needy like a good slut.”
Spit ran down my mouth as I took every inch of him as I pulled his cock out of my mouth and wrapped my hand around the base and started to jerk him off while I began licking his balls.
He threw his head back, his shoulders heaving uncontrollably and roughly as he moaned.
A few seconds passed before he reopened his eyes, hissing as he picked up where he left off and rammed his fingers harder into my pussy.
A whimper fought to leave my mouth as I sucked him off and he played with my pussy. The ravenous desire to consume and give each other absolute pleasure was the only thing we cared about.
His fingers curled upward, hitting my G-spot as a gush of water began to trickle out of my pussy; my legs began to shake as the precipice of bliss began.
Twisting and jerking his cock, I moaned without restraint. “Konstantin. Konstantin. Ah, Konstantin.”
The room began to shift, the world blurred away, overtaken by ecstasy. My brain was aflame, and all I wanted… all I needed was right in front of me. Just me and him until we faded into oblivion.
Ah, what bliss but wait this isn’t—
My eyes snapped open, meeting the four stone walls of this old chamber. Buried beneath the silk sheets, it felt so heavy, like I was being buried alive and my body was on fire.
It’s hot. Too hot.
Flushed by the hazy wet dream as sweat dripped from my temple, I threw the blanket to the side and sat upright. Allowing me space to breathe and cool down as my body appeared firmly pressed against my thin nightgown, my nipples poking through.
Geez, was I really getting that turned on… by a dream?
Remnant flashes of his hot lips meshed against mine, his fingers on my skin, his hard cock against my lips, thrusting in and out as he fingered my pussy without mercy.
A dream with Konstantin.
My shoulders collapsed inward as I sighed.
“How… embarrassing,” the murmur barely passed my lips.
A defeated sensation dwelled deep inside my stomach. This couldn’t be happening. Not now. Not that I was obliged to my vows. Both religious and to Ollie and Marcello.
“Everything alright, kotyonok?” Konstantin’s darkly heated voice rippled in the room.
I snapped my head up, realizing he was watching me. My sight wandered to the other end of the room as my eyes grew wider by the scandal.
“What are you… wearing?” I squinted, observing trails of water skimming down his naked chest down to his Adonis belt as he stood basically naked. The small towel he held barely covered his dick, showing off his muscular ass.
“A towel.”
As if that isn’t obvious.
“I know that’s a towel. I’m asking, why are you wearing it in the middle of the night?”
“I took a shower.”
I lifted a brow. “In the middle of the night. Why?”
“Why are you asking so many questions? Go back to sleep.”
“I can’t. I had a dream— I mean, a nightmare.”
“Was I in it?”
“Haha, don’t flatter yourself. Well, actually, since you’re here now, I would call that a nightmare.”
“Don’t tell me… You’re developing feelings for me, kotyonok?” He leaned against the drawer, a prideful smirk playing on his round lips.
My heart stammered.
A bit more quickly than I’d admit.
I snarled; disgust mixed with something else turned my stomach. “As if.”