Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Zahkar
No fucking bra.
This woman kills me.
I drag my eyes over Alyona, who’s sitting on the bathroom counter, swinging her legs. She dressed in a stupidly small pair of shorts and a tight tank top.
Her tits are fucking amazing and taunt me all hours of every day.
It’s taken every ounce of willpower not to ravish her these last couple of weeks, especially since I lie next to her every night in bed. I have to keep my back to her in order to control my stupid dick from poking in her ass. Rodion gets the pleasure of that instead. Not that he minds.
Damn, she’s gorgeous when she’s just woken up.
She has a body so enticingly exquisite that you’d cross oceans, brave wars, and surrender your heart, all for just a glimpse of her.
The mere thought of what lies beneath those clothes is enough to ignite a fierce ache within me.
I’m a man fucking starved of her and it’s a special kind of cruelty.
“I can do this myself.” She blushes, unable to hide a cute smile. “I just need a second opinion. I think I may be able to lose the bandage soon. I feel like a pain in the ass getting you to check it for me. ”
She nearly got a pain in her ass last night…
“You are a pain in the ass,” I tease to relax her, “but I don’t mind.”
She swats my arm playfully and watches me lay out the bandages, wipes, and other supplies on the counter beside her.
“You’ll need to lift that shirt or lose it all together,” I say with a devious smirk. “That may be a little distracting, though.”
Oh, it definitely will be distracting. Just being around her period is distracting.
She teases back with a saucy grin and fire in her eyes as she rolls up her top to sit beneath her tits and delicately peels away the old bandage.
When she left, when the heaviness got too much and pulled me under, I found myself wishing I’d never had her. Never tasted her sweetness or felt the warmth of her body beneath me. But the truth is, I’d endure any pain, any heartbreak to have those memories of her. To know her.
Placing my hands on her knees, I part her thighs making her breath hitch. Her eyes dart to mine, the blue depths like the center of a flame. Her chest rises and falls a little too quickly giving away that I’m not the only one distracted.
At least I’m not the only one in pain around here.
Standing between her thighs, I rip open one of the cleaning wipes with my teeth and gloat inside when her tongue whips out to moisten that fat bottom lip of hers.
Pulling the little piece of wet cloth free, I dab it around her wound making her jump a little. “Sorry,” I say, barely above a whisper, concentrating on the task. It looks healed, the small thin line raised and ready to form a scar.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore. It was just cold,” she murmurs, her face so close to mine it would take nothing to capture her lips and devour what I’ve been craving.
It is surprising how comfortably we have adapted to domestic life.
Rodion and I take turns going to the club to oversee operations while the other stays here with Alyona and Roza, arranging the house to our liking.
Alyona finally agreed to give Roza her own room after a raccoon got onto the property a few nights ago, and the house lit up like a Christmas tree in warning.
She won’t feel completely safe until we find the assassin nun's uncle, but we’re working on that.
“That’s good.” My voice croaks, and I have to clear my throat.
“I think keep it covered for showering but other than that you can leave it bare.” Placing a waterproof bandage over the wound so she can shower, I press gently against the edges to make sure it sticks, my fingers straying a little to stroke her bare skin.
Her breathing shallows, and I know if I look at her face right now, the lust there would mirror my own.
She jolts when the door suddenly opens, pulling down her top like she’s been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
It makes me chuckle, and she slaps me again, a small smile curling the corners of her mouth.
We’ve all been tiptoeing around this need between us like the house may come down around us if we slip, and we deserve gold fucking stars for our restraint.
Rodion pays us no attention as he begins stripping off his clothes, discarding them along the bathroom floor like a breadcrumb trail.
Alyona’s jaw has completely unhinged by the time he’s butt-ass naked.
My predatory gaze tracks him in the mirror as he turns on the shower and closes the glass door behind him.
At the sight of him, the water soaking over every defined muscle, my mouth goes dry and I consider wetting it by running my tongue over the grooves of his abs. He is a sight I’ll never tire of.
It’s the first morning in the last two weeks that we’ve all been together. Apparently, people don’t like to work on Labor Day, so neither of us needs to get to the club.
“Isn’t there another bathroom he could have used?
” Alyona asks, breathless, her gaze fixated on him.
She shifts her hips, and I swear the oxygen gets trapped in my chest at the sweet scent of her arousal filling my senses.
My dick is already straining against the counter desperate to be inside either of them.
“Sweet baby Jesus,” she pants when Rodion leans with one hand on the wall, water cascading down his back and ass as he fists his thick, hard cock.
“You’re fucking soaked, Alyona,” I growl dropping my eyes to the wet spot on her thin shorts.
Tugging my shirt free from my slacks, I unbutton the first few buttons and place my hands on either side of her.
I’m regretting getting dressed at all. But, I was the first one up and made Roza a bottle before putting her back to sleep.
Strange how easily fatherhood comes to a man. Despite not knowing anything about babies, I feel as if I know what I’m doing with Roza. It’s just natural.
“Who fucking wouldn’t be turned on?” Alyona bites her lip, lines tugging down her brow as if it pains her to watch him. “Oh, God.” She wriggles her hips to get some friction between her legs, her skin heating. She’s desperate and so am I.
“Want me to eat your wet pussy?” It’s not really a request but more of a warning of what I’m about to fucking do.
Her eyes flare wide. “We shouldn’t… should we?”
“It’s just pleasure, Alyona.” My voice is labored and telling lies.
Nothing with her is just pleasure.
“I’m going to fucking taste you now,” I warn and her head begins bobbing up and down frantically in agreement.
Thank fuck.
Ripping her shorts down her legs, I toss them over my shoulder and lift her feet until they’re balancing on the edge of the counter, opening her perfect pink lips to my greedy eyes.
“I’ve missed your pussy, my love,” I growl, burying my face between her legs, inhaling more of her scent, my tongue ravenously swiping up her folds.
Heaven.
A heavy thumping against the glass makes me groan for an entirely different reason. Looking over her thigh at Rodion, he shakes his head. “Not her.” He jabs a finger against the glass, pointing in her direction.
A whining sound escapes Alyona's throat as I pull away from her needy cunt and she glares at Rodion. His muscles tense, and I follow the definition of his strong arms, firm chest, a taut six-pack, and then to the two angles of the “V” pointing to his perfect thick cock standing to salute me.
“Not her,” he says again, firm and resolute.
Bastard.
I rip open the rest of my shirt, the buttons pinging around the room, clinking when they hit the tiles. Unbuttoning my slacks, I shove them down my legs along with my boxers and yank open the shower door to shove at Rodion's chest. “You owe me a new shirt.”
He runs a hand through his wet hair and drops his eyes to my cock with a needy grin.
Smirking, I shake my head, jerking my chin to my dick.
“Fucking suck it, Ro.” My tone is razor sharp.
Light sparks in his eyes, his tongue teasing his bottom lip.
His chest rapidly rising and falling is his tell, giving away much more than what his hard cock does.
Rodion is alpha male through and through but the way his body reacts when I order him in these moments is a stunning contradiction that I live for.
He crashes his lips to mine, pushing inside my mouth with his tongue, tasting Alyona there and groaning into me, fisting my dick and stroking. Rough and firm.
Hot fiery desire rushes over me making every nerve come alive when Alyona slips from the counter and palms the glass to get a better look.
Gripping a handful of Rodion’s hair, I force him back against the tiles and palm his cock tight, teasing the length and chasing the droplets of water along his jaw with my mouth, down his neck, and biting the muscle of his shoulder.
This connection between us flows without effort, unbound by spoken command, our bodies so attuned to each other’s, we flow like water and move like we’ve danced to this song a million times, yet every time feels new.
Releasing his cock, I push down on his shoulder, urging him to his knees. I force the shower head away from us, turning it to the cold to clear the steam, and ask Alyona, “Do you like watching us, love?”
Her palm slides down the glass as she slowly falls to her knees and pushes her hand between her thighs.
“Not you, no touching,” Rodion growls at her.
She pulls her hand free, her cheeks flushed pink, her nipples straining against the fabric of her top and watches him, transfixed. And I can’t blame her. He looks like a fucking god before me, thick muscular thighs spread at my feet, his hands palming my ass.
“Beg him to taste me, Alyona,” I order her, my heart thundering, every nerve ending standing to attention.
“Oh fuck,” she cries out. “Do it, Ro. Suck him.”
Cupping the back of his neck, I make a scoffing sound. “That didn’t sound like begging to me, did it to you?”
“I know she can do better.” His voice is velvet over a heated flame, his eyes glassed over with undiluted lust.
“Please, please suck him,” she begs, shuffling closer until her forehead presses against the glass. “Do it, Ro, please.”
“Good girl,” I praise her, rubbing a thumb across Ro’s lips. “Now, you be a good boy.” I pull him to me. “Take my dick and show her who it belongs to.”
I arch into him as his lips kiss over my tip and then open and slide down my shaft, his tongue flat and forcefully pushing upward against the length. “Look how good he is, Alyona, how well he takes my fat dick.”
My head tilts back and my hips piston forward, hissing from the contact. He takes me down his throat from tip to root and back again, over and over, teasing my tip with laps of his tongue.
“Look how bad he wants my cum,” I groan, fucking his mouth. “He’s so greedy.” I grunt while fisting his hair, forcing him to gag and hold me in the back of his throat, before letting him breathe again. “You’re so fucking good, Ro, the way you own me. I’m fucking obsessed with this mouth.”
“You’re going to make me come,” Alyona cries out, squeezing her thighs together.
Rodion grunts around my cock, popping it free from his mouth before rising to his feet.
He pushes my front against the glass with a growl.
Reaching up, I grip the lip of the shower wall so I don’t fling the door open.
Rodion pulls my hips back into his, spitting down my ass crack, and pushing two fingers into me, surging past the ringed muscles and teasing the prostate.
A tingling shoots up my spine and I clench my teeth, riding the pleasure, pre-cum seeping from the tip of my dick.
“Get up, Alyona,” Rodion demands, and when she takes too long, he adds, “I said now, woman.” Her legs shake and so do mine when Rodion pushes deeper into my ass, preparing me. “Watch me fuck Z and don’t fucking touch yourself or come. Do you understand me?”
“Yessss,” she stammers.
The desire is tangible in the thickening air around us all, our mixed pants filling the room in a symphony of needy moans.
“Tell her how much you love my cock, Z.”
“Not as much as you love my ass,” I taunt, biting my tongue to stop myself from calling out his name.
“You’re fucking right. I do love it. What’s not to love? It’s perfect.” He breathes through gritted teeth, slapping my ass cheek and pounding his fingers.
Spreading my cheeks, his body falls over mine. His hand wraps around my throat as he lines his cock up with my ass, pushing inside and making all my muscles go languid with sheer pleasure.
His thrusts are slow and deliberately designed to tease not just me, but Alyona. Our fucking is usually rough, untamed and animalistic, but he’s sharing more of himself with her tonight than he is with me. She’s getting a part of us we usually only reserve for ourselves.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Z,” he drawls, flexing his hips against me. “Look at this body.”
My head drops forward when he releases my throat, and his hand slides down my spine to grip my waist. My cock strains when he powers his hips into me, stroking the prostate with his thick head, each thrust in, and each pull out, bringing me closer to oblivion.
I fucking love this man.
Pleasure builds in my stomach, working through my limbs like a raging wildfire, burning me up and each of them along with it. A strangled groan tears from my throat, enticing Rodion to surge forward harder, faster, tilting his hips and making my legs almost buckle.
“I need to come,” I groan. Watching Alyona as she watches us is almost too much to bear. I’m about to fucking explode.
“Fuck him harder, Ro,” Alyona urges. “Make him come.”
Wrapping his arm around my waist, Rodion palms my dick and strokes up the length, rubbing his thumb over the tip with each caress until my balls draw up.
He roars into me, his thick cock pulsing inside, sending a ripple of pleasure crashing through me.
My dick throbs and white ribbons of cum splash against the glass, my body shaking and jerking with each pulse of my release.
Rodion slams one last time into me, nearly crashing us through the glass and onto Alyona.
This feels like heaven.