Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Andrei & Lilith
Andrei
Lilith was naked.
Her perfect back and the curve of her ass—right there in front of me. I couldn't stop myself from thrusting into her.
"Harder, please, ah—"
Her moans came out broken and desperate, until they dissolved into something between a sob and a whimper, like a kitten begging for milk.
"Open your mouth, baby. I'll give you more."
I felt her walls clench, her core building toward release. I wanted to fuck her senseless, but I needed her to come first. I had to feel her explode.
I gripped Lilith's waist and drove deep, as deep as I could go. Our bodies locked together. Her body convulsed around me—her second climax today, and it was all for me.
"So fucking tight..."
A raw growl tore from my throat.
"Oh—ah!"
Her unhinged cry shot through my blood. She squeezed me like a vice.
My body seized. White-hot pleasure crashed through me.
I was breathing hard, holding Lilith as we collapsed onto the desk. My hips still rolled against her, pushing into her tight warmth, coaxing out every last tremor before I finally pulled out.
Neither of us had caught our breath yet. The flush on Lilith's cheeks spread from her cheekbones all the way to her ears.
She buried her face in my chest. I rested my chin on top of her head, closed my eyes, and let my breathing settle. Pleasure still rippled through me in slow, fading waves.
We stayed like that for a while.
Sunlight filtered through the blinds, drawing parallel lines across the floor. Dust floated lazily in the shafts of light.
"What are you thinking about?" Lilith's voice drifted up from my chest, still breathy and sweet. It nearly got me hard again.
"Thinking you did very well today," I said it on purpose.
She lifted her head and glared at me, her face red as a lobster.
Finally, she turned away. Her ear twitched. I caught her earlobe between my lips, wrapped my arms around her hips, and pulled her flush against me. She closed her eyes and moaned.
"Mmm... I really can't. Not again." Even as she said it, she pulled away fast and started getting dressed.
I smiled and helped straighten the hem of her dress. "Me neither. I'm afraid I'd lose control and fuck you all day."
Her face couldn't get any redder. She was adorable.
I was suddenly glad it had been me who opened the door that night. Not Luca. Maybe I shouldn't think that way, but I'd never been the type to pretend I was noble.
"Come with me to a party this weekend." I changed the subject, fingers lightly kneading her waist. "Pool party."
She nodded. Then it registered. Her eyes widened slightly. "Pool party?"
"Yeah. I wasn't planning on going, but now I think we should. Relax a little." I paused. "More importantly, I want to introduce my princess to everyone."
"Yes! I'd love to." Lilith's eyes lit up, then dimmed. "But... won't I embarrass you?"
Her lips pressed together after she said it. I knew what she was worried about—her body again.
"Lilith." I took her chin and made her look at me. "I have never thought you'd embarrass me. You have no idea how stunning you are. And no one dares say a word about your body in front of me. Not unless they want to see tomorrow."
Lilith laughed. "Okay. I got it."
I rubbed her head. She probably thought I was joking. I wasn't.
Saturday came fast. I finished handling business for the organization early, then drove to pick up Lilith. We headed to an upscale mall in Midtown Manhattan—three floors of nothing but designer labels.
Lilith stood at the entrance, tilting her head back to look at the gold-trimmed sign above the door. Her steps slowed.
"The clothes here are expensive, right?" she said quietly.
"Princess." I took her hand and pushed through the glass door. "Your happiness is what makes these clothes valuable."
Lilith's lips curved up.
We walked to the swimwear section. A sales associate started toward us. I waved her off. I wanted to browse with Lilith alone.
Her fingers trailed along the racks. She paused in front of a bikini, her expression shy, but she didn't pick it up.
Eventually, she stopped. Everything in front of her now was one-pieces—styles with skirts, the kind that covered as much skin as possible.
She pulled out a navy blue one-piece from the corner. The chest was designed like a shield, and the bottom had a ruffle skirt.
"What about this one?"
Lilith held it up to herself and turned to face me.
"Not good enough for you." I shook my head.
That thing covered more than the dress she was wearing.
I grabbed the white bikini she'd been staring at earlier. Clean lines. No unnecessary details. The cups had the perfect shape, and the sides were tied with thin metallic chains. I could already picture it on her. It would drive me insane. "You liked it. Why didn't you pick it?"
Lilith's pupils dilated slightly. She seemed surprised I'd been watching her the whole time.
She bit her lower lip. "It's too revealing. My body might not be right for it."
"No. Absolutely not. If it doesn't fit, that's the swimsuit's problem. Not yours." I said. "And I think you should put it on right now so you can see for yourself how beautiful you are."
"Really?"
"I'm sure." I held the suit out to her. "Trust me. Trust yourself."
"Okay." She walked into the fitting room.
A full five minutes passed before the curtain cracked open. Then Lilith slowly stepped out.
My breath caught.
Her shoulders were smooth and round. Below her collarbone, her skin dipped and rose. The bikini top lifted her full breasts perfectly, creating a tempting line of cleavage.
The metallic chain at her waist sat right on the sharpest point of her hipbone.
A small teardrop pendant hung from the chain, swaying gently against her pelvis.
Her waist curved like a scimitar—flawless—tucking into the bikini bottoms. The curve of her hips was lush but not heavy, like the goddesses painters kept coming back to in classical oils.
One look and my mouth went dry. My pants tightened. I had to shift my stance.
Lilith walked over to the full-length mirror outside the fitting area. I stood a few steps behind her, watching her reflection.
She lifted a hand and swept her hair back. The brown waves fell from her shoulder to her back, exposing smooth skin and two thin bikini straps.
She turned around. One hand hovered self-consciously over her stomach. She looked up at me, eyes full of shyness and hope.
"What do you think?"
"Beautiful." I met her gaze.
"You really think so?" she asked.
I reached out and gently took her wrist—the one she'd been using to cover herself. I lowered my head and kissed the back of her hand.
"Of course. So beautiful I want to take you right here."
She understood exactly what I meant. Color flooded her cheeks.
I was about to say more when movement caught my eye.
Two young guys in sneakers pretended to look at beach towels on a nearby rack, but their eyes kept sliding toward Lilith. A middle-aged man with a stroller walked past, then stopped a few feet away.
Their stares clung to her. Heat shot up my throat.
"Fuck." I swore under my breath, then pulled off my suit jacket and draped it over Lilith's shoulders, blocking their view.
"What's wrong?" Lilith smiled up at me, completely innocent.
She hadn't even noticed.
I frowned and glanced at Pavel, who stood a short distance away. I gave him a look.
Pavel nodded and left. Not long after, the men who'd been watching were escorted out of the mall.
I put my arm around Lilith and steered her into the fitting room.
"This one. We're buying it." My voice came out rough.
"Okay. I'll change out of it now and wear it to the party." Lilith tilted her head playfully.
"Andrei, I need to change. Aren't you going to step out?"
"No." I pulled the curtain shut.
"What?" Lilith shook her head fast. "No, no. You can't."
Lilith
The fitting room was made for one person. With both of us inside, our bodies pressed together.
Andrei wanted to watch me change. What kind of weird request was that?
"I'll be embarrassed." I pushed at his chest, but he didn't budge. "There's nothing interesting about changing clothes. Go on, I'll be quick."
"No."
Andrei spoke right against my ear. The tingling sensation shot straight to my brain and shut down all thought. He smiled, but his tone was almost a command. "Be good. Take it off. Just like this."
Take it off. In front of him. In a mall fitting room. God, this was so humiliating. I should refuse. But my body wouldn't listen to my brain.
I stood in front of the mirror. Andrei's burning gaze landed on me like he wanted to devour me. My body trembled. The bikini was already wet. I'd have to wear it later. I tried to undo the clasp quickly, but my hands started shaking. I couldn't get it open.
"Need my help, Lily?"
Andrei rested his chin on my shoulder. Our eyes met in the mirror. Every inch of exposed skin burned hotter.
He didn't need an answer. His hands were already on me, moving lightly across my back. Everywhere he touched started to itch.
"Done yet?" My body felt so weak I was about to collapse into him. Even my breathing had gotten heavier.
"Done."
I felt the shoulder straps loosen. The bikini top didn't fall off completely—it hung loosely from my shoulders, most of my breasts exposed.
I saw myself in the mirror: lips parted, cheeks flushed, nipples barely visible at the edge of the white fabric, brushing against that thin, almost nonexistent material with every breath.
"You can take it off now." Andrei's voice had gone rough.
"Okay."
I looked at Andrei's face in the mirror. He was watching me.
I froze for two seconds, too shy to keep looking. Goosebumps broke out all over. The hair on my arms stood up. My nipples hardened. This was so mortifying. I was getting turned on just from him watching me.
"What's wrong? Still need my help, princess?" Andrei's hand hovered near the side of my breast.
"No, I don't need it. I can do it."
I quickly pulled the top off. I thought it would cool my brain down, but when my entire upper body was bare in the mirror, my blood boiled even hotter. I immediately searched for Andrei's eyes—he was watching me.
I almost reflexively raised my arms to cover my chest.
"Hands down," Andrei said.
In the mirror, I hesitated for two seconds, then dropped my hands.
"You know what happens to you when you get shy?" His voice was low. "Your ears turn red first. Then here..." His finger traced from behind my ear down my neck, stopping at my collarbone. "Then here..."
His finger kept moving, drawing a line down my sternum, stopping just below my breasts. My breath caught in my throat and came out as a soft moan.
"Andrei..."
My body trembled lightly. The bikini bottoms were completely ruined by the slick wetness between my legs.
His finger didn't touch my nipple. He just circled the skin above my breast with his fingertip, round and round, smaller and smaller. Each time he almost touched the edge of my areola, but each time he pulled away at the last second.
My nipples ached under the fabric. My entire chest craved his touch, but he wouldn't give it to me.
"Andrei..." I wasn't sure if I was calling his name or begging him.
"Yeah?" He looked at my face in the mirror, the corner of his mouth lifting. "Tell me, princess. Where do you want me to touch?"
My face was burning so hot it could've been smoking. "You... you already know..."
"I want you to say it."
His teeth gently caught my earlobe. He just held it there, didn't bite down.
My knees went weak. I fell back into Andrei's arms, my ass pressing against his groin. Immediately, I felt it—that large, hard, burning bulge pressing through his pants into my lower back.
I could feel the shape of it even through the fabric.
My hips moved on their own, my ass grinding against his erection once, twice. By the time I realized what I was doing, the flush had spread from my face down to my chest.
Andrei's arm tightened hard around my waist, but he didn't do anything else.
"Good girl," his voice was rough as sandpaper on wood, "say it. Where do you want me to touch?"
"My chest..." I panted. "My nipples."
"Which one?"
"Both... both of them."
"Good girl."
Finally, he moved his fingers up and pinched both nipples.
I threw my head back and let out a moan I didn't recognize. The back of my head hit his chest.
"Don't hold back." His hands kept working my nipples. Each squeeze made my lower back go soft. "You're dripping, aren't you?"
"Yes..." My body felt like it was melting.
One hand left my chest and slid down my stomach, fingertip brushing my navel. He didn't stop. He kept going, hooking the thin metallic chain at the side of my bikini bottoms.
"Open your eyes."
I opened them. In the mirror, his finger hooked the chain and pulled it up gently.
The metal dug into the soft flesh on either side of my hips.
The soaked fabric rubbed against my clit.
My thighs clenched involuntarily. The insides of my legs were drenched.
I could feel wetness sliding down my inner thighs.
"Don't close your legs." His knee pushed between my thighs from behind, forcing them apart. Now my legs were spread open, held that way by him, facing the mirror in the most humiliating position.
He cupped my sex through the bottoms, his entire palm pressing down. The heat from his hand soaked through the drenched fabric into my folds.
"Soaked."
"Don't say it." I covered my face with my hands.
"Hands down." He commanded. "Look at the mirror."
I dropped my hands and looked up.
Andrei was still fully dressed in his suit. I was nearly naked.
The contrast made my body react even more intensely.
"Time to take off the rest." His fingers gripped the side of the bottoms and paused for a second. "Still need my help?"
I nodded, finding my voice again. "Please hurry."
He pinched the edge of the fabric and slowly slid it down my legs. As it peeled away, my wetness stretched into a thin, glistening thread.
I stood completely naked in front of Andrei.
He looked at me. His gaze burned every inch of my skin.
Andrei wrapped his arms around me from behind. "Baby, look. You're beautiful."
I followed his gaze and saw myself in the mirror. Then I heard him say, "You're perfect in anything. Or in nothing at all. You can show me everything without shame. Princess, I'll always worship your body."
My heart pounded wildly. I met Andrei's eyes. Those beautiful eyes were full of sincerity.
He said he worshiped my body. "Really?"
"Looks like I need to prove it with worship, my goddess."
As soon as he said it, Andrei dropped to his knees and buried his face between my legs. His tongue slipped inside my bare, dripping pussy, and my inner walls opened for him.
His tongue moved inside me, drinking me in.
Raw, primal pleasure slammed into my nerves.
My mind was about to shatter. I spread my legs wider and pressed the back of his head, making him go deeper, making him worship me more thoroughly—until I let out a scream-like moan and everything drowned in the flood.