31. Chapter 31 #3
“You’re probably feeling frustrated right now, and I get it. But I’ve told you before — you’re more capable than you think. But capability without control gets you hurt here. Or worse, it gets someone else hurt.”
I swallowed, my insides twisting.
“You’ll get your moment. And when you do, I expect you to use every bit of your chaos.”
A faint smirk tugged at his mouth.
Sasha desperately wanted — needed — to protect me, while all I wanted was to be part of his world, not just a pretty girl on his arm.
I swallowed, inwardly trying to come to terms with the fact that he was right. This wasn’t an environment where I could get away unscathed if I continued to walk into situations for which I was clearly not equipped.
That didn’t mean I had to like it, though.
Sasha cocked his head to one side while he surveyed me for a moment. A feral expression spread across his features and he demanded, “Lay back.”
I scoffed and raised a single brow. “Make me.”
“With pleasure,” he snarled.
Yanking my legs up, he threw me off balance and I toppled back onto the sunbed. He followed my movement, his muscles rippling as he hovered over me.
“You’re really not good at following the rules, Little Devil. But don’t worry” — he shot me a wicked smile before he yanked the triangles of my bikini top to the side and exposed my breasts — “I’m gonna make sure you’ll behave.”
I gasped when he attacked my nipples with savage vigor, sucking one of them hard into his mouth and flicking the barbell piercing of the other. My hands dug into his light-brown hair, tugging on a strand until he released it with a pop.
“The most perfect fucking tits in the whole wide world and you thought it was a good idea to go get them pierced and make them completely irresistible.”
Shaking his head, he massaged my breasts, weighing them in his hands before releasing them abruptly and watching them jiggle. Then he straightened up, towering over me, his silhouette outlined by the sun glaring down at us.
“Don’t move,” he instructed, his voice low and commanding.
Even if I had wanted to, I wouldn’t have been able to. I was rendered utterly dumbfounded by the way the sweat glistened on his inked skin and the outlines of his muscles.
“What?” I asked dumbly.
Sasha smirked. “Don’t move, baby. I’ve suddenly found myself ravenous.”
With lightning speed, he untied the strings of my bikini bottoms and tore the fabric away from my hips. Then he lowered himself between my spread legs, wedging his big body between them, and spread my lips with his fingers.
“Sasha,” I breathed. His blue-gray eyes glowed like white-hot embers as he flicked them up to meet my gaze. My pussy contracted, drawing a whimper from me, and his attention shifted back to my legs.
“I’ve been dreaming about your taste for months now, baby.” He swiped two thick fingers through my slit, sucking in a breath when he felt how wet I was. “Goddamn. Are you always wet for me?”
“W-what?”
A blush crept up my cheeks, but it had nothing to do with the temperature. Sweat beaded on his brow when he looked up at me again, which somehow added to his appeal.
“Come on. Tell me.” He exhaled, and the sensation of his breath on my swollen clit made me squirm. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I damn near blow my load every time I see you.”
I swallowed thickly and then cleared my throat. “I — well, I guess you could…” I sighed, throwing my arm over my face so I wouldn’t have to look him in the eye, and let my head fall back. “Yes. Okay?”
“Yes, what?” he taunted, and I could hear the smirk in his voice.
My head snapped up and I glared down at him. “Yes, I’m always fucking wet for you. I mean, have you seen yourself?”
“Good girl,” he cooed. “Now was that so hard?”
Sasha spared me from having to give him an answer by lowering his head and straight up diving into my pussy like a man starved.
“Oh. Oh my God!”
The back of my head hit the sunbed with a thud. He sucked my clit into his mouth, which made my back arch and prompted him to wrap his arms around my thighs to hold me in place.
“Fuck, baby. You taste so goddamn sweet, it should be a sin.”
Licking a long strip from my asshole straight to my clit, he lapped up my juices.
I was a writhing, sweaty mess. My hair stuck to my neck, my cheeks burned, and I unashamedly humped his face. But when he peered up at me, his calloused fingers digging into my skin, he was looking at me like I was the best thing he’d ever seen.
Any lingering doubts or feelings of shame disappeared, replaced by the obsession and devotion shining in his eyes as he ate me out as though his life depended on it.
“Shit!” I buried my hands in his hair, not quite sure whether I wanted to hold him in place or push him away. My nails raked over his scalp, and he groaned with delight.
“Why are you so fucking good at this?” I whimpered.
It was a genuine question, given he’d been locked up for most of his adult life. But it was also born of jealousy for the girls who had been lucky enough to experience this gorgeous man’s talented tongue between their legs.
“Because that’s the way it’s supposed to be. Everything between us is gonna feel better than anything else.”
I didn’t miss the deeper meaning behind his words and my chest constricted with emotion. When he sucked on my clit again, the heady mix of emotion, pleasure and lust boiled over. My thighs shook in his grip, my toes curling as the orgasm washed over me.
“Sasha!” His name escaped my lips in a breathless gasp as I rode out my high while he lapped up my juices.
“You came so beautifully for me.” Sasha licked his lips, my eyes glued to the movement. “But I’m not done yet.”
“What do you—”
Without hesitation, he slid two thick fingers into me, curving them upwards immediately, and started pumping in and out of my pussy. His tongue returned to work on my clit, flicking it sharply while his hand wreaked havoc on my G-spot.
“Yesss!” I hissed. “Oh my God, yes, Sasha! Right there.”
He hummed with satisfaction when I started grinding against his hand. My second orgasm was approaching rapidly, with stars dancing in my vision as the world around us disappeared into the background.
“You gonna come for me, baby?” He blew on my clit and I moaned. “You gonna come all over my face?”
His fingers pumped faster and faster and my juices gushed all over his hand. When he hit my G-spot again and gently nipped at my clit, my eyes rolled into the back of my head. The pressure building in my core reached its peak.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I babbled. “I’m coming!”
Sasha had to hold me down as I shook and spasmed, my desperate moans eventually turning into needy whimpers. My ears were ringing and my vision was hazy.
“Such a good fucking girl,” Sasha praised.
I rode out the waves until their force had subsided to a gentle lap. When I looked down at him, I was met with a smug smirk on his impossibly handsome face.
His chin glistened with my arousal, and his heated, possessive gaze raked down my body. There was a spark of pride in his eyes as he took in my flushed face and the fact that I couldn’t move, my limbs numb.
“Oh, fuck.” I whimpered.
I was still trying to catch my breath when he lifted himself up to kneel between my legs. Through my half-closed eyes, I watched him open his pants with controlled, measured movements to free his cock.
“Thought I could wait, but you just look too fucking gorgeous like this,” he ground out.
His erection sprang free, a drop of pre-cum beading at the crown, and the veins lining his shaft protruding visibly. A shiver raced down my spine and my lips parted involuntarily when he swiped his thumb over the swollen tip, spreading his arousal to slick his palm and jack off.
Sasha was breathing heavily, his powerful chest heaving as he fought to maintain control. A muscle in his jaw jumped and his arms flexed with every stroke of his shaft.
“You should see yourself right now,” he groaned. “The stuff my goddamn dreams are made of. Do you want me to come on you? To blow my load on this pretty, swollen, pink pussy?”
I nodded, my mind still hazy and sluggish from the aftershocks of my orgasm. “Please.”
This one word seemed to be his undoing. A deep growl rumbled through his chest and his whole body jerked.
“Fuck!” he bellowed.
The veins along his forearms bulged out as he squeezed his shaft.
Sasha’s face took on a feral expression; his lips were pulled up in a snarl as he watched the thick ropes of cum shoot from his tip.
The first couple of spurts splattered across my tits before he angled his cock down to coat my pussy in his seed.
Finally spent, he raked his gaze hungrily over his handiwork, like he was taking a mental picture.
He shook his head in disbelief. “So fucking hot.”
Tucking his cock back into his pants, he leaned down again, sighed heavily, and brought his lips to mine, kissing me gently this time. He licked into my mouth sensuously, eventually pulling back reluctantly.
“I would keep on kissing you all day, but I wanna get you cleaned up first. Can’t be comfortable to have all this drying on your chest.”
We could do that. Or…
An idea popped into my head and I pursed my lips in question. “How often does the pool get cleaned?”
His eyebrows shot up at the seemingly random change of subject. “Three times a week. Why?”
“Because…” I sat upright and shot him a mischievous grin. “We could just go skinny dipping instead.”
Sasha returned my smile with a wicked one of his own. “You know what? That’s a really good idea.”
Without warning, he picked me up, causing me to squeal with surprise, and threw me over his shoulder. He toed off his boots and kicked down his pants before striding to the edge of the pool. Swinging me down into his arms effortlessly, he now carried me bridal style and flashed me a grin.
“Ready?”
“I guess—”
The rest of my sentence was cut off by my startled scream when he jumped. Sputtering, we resurfaced, and I immediately clung to him again — the pool was too deep for me to stand at this spot.
Wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, I smiled down at him. Drops of water hung on my eyelashes, dripping down my face, and I felt his hands grip the backs of my thighs to support my weight.
“Who knew you would have such brilliant ideas?” he teased.
I shot him a flat look. “I did. I’m not just a pretty face, you know?”
“No,” he mused. “You’re definitely not.”
I giggled when he spun us around in playful circles. Eventually he waded over to the edge and leaned back against it, still carrying me in his arms.
Gently, I scraped my nails along his short-cropped hair in the back of his neck, making his eyes fall shut.
“Do you … Do you regret it?”
I froze, my brows knitting in confusion. “Regret what?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Coming here. With me.”
I didn’t have to think about it. “No.”
“That was quick.” He huffed in amusement.
I shrugged. “Didn’t require much thinking.”
“Good.” His voice was raspy and low. “That’s good.”
We just stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, basking in the late afternoon sun and the afterglow of our passion.
“Do you…” I hesitated. “I mean, um, are you happy? About me being here?”
Sasha narrowed his eyes ever so slightly and examined my face. I bit the inside of my cheek nervously; my stomach was in knots.
“Happy?” he echoed.
“It’s just that, you know, sometimes you can really hype something up in your head,” I rushed to explain, “and then when you get it and are around it every day it turns out to be … not as great as you’d expected.”
The corner of his mouth twitched, and he cupped my jaw in his hand.
“If you’re questioning whether I’m happy,” he emphasized the word like it was something utterly ridiculous, “then clearly I haven’t been doing my job right.
What you’re making me feel is not happiness.
That’s too weak of a word. Not nearly enough to encompass it.
I’m fucking obsessed with you. I crave you every second of every day, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go. ”
I buried my face in his neck, our bodies pressed together. “Good thing I don’t have any plans of leaving then, huh?”
Sasha’s breath hitched and he hugged me tighter against him. “Yeah. Good thing.”