Vasily
Vasily
Absolutely incredible.
From the moment Ana told me she was studying drama, zvyozdochka has fit just right, but now I’m wondering if starlet is enough. She is a song bird. A diva.
Incredible.
Those men, those boys , are lucky they escaped with nothing more than a broken phone.
But now they know too much about her. They will think of her in a way they absolutely must not.
Because she’s mine— at least for now. She made it clear yesterday that she doesn’t want to go back to Tony. Artyom seems to be preparing for the fall-out should I keep her in Flagstaff. But if it was my decision, I don’t know that offering her a home with me would be any better for her. Giving her back to Tony may be for the best.
I hate this, but I still have time. For right now, my decision is clear. I helped her as much as I could with her lines on the drive down. I know the scene she’ll be performing. There will be a man on stage with her, and they’ll be close. According to the script, they’ll touch. Not intimately, but in the way two people who are intimate touch.
The touches that I crave between us.
And it’s obvious that filling her panties with my semen wasn’t enough to make those boys understand that she’s mine, not when they were making obscene gestures at her.
The restroom just outside of the theater is clean; I haven’t seen anyone in the building outside of the theater itself, so I’m guessing this building doesn’t have actual classes, at least not today. The floor is spotless, so I have no qualms about laying my hoodie on the floor after I’ve locked the door and pushing Ana down to her knees on it.
“Vasya,” she murmurs, her voice both alarmed and aroused. Fuck, I love when she calls me that. I push down my sweatpants and pull my cock out, and despite the way her eyes light up at how hard I already am for her, she says, “Okay, but we probably shouldn’t do this.”
“We must do this,” I counter, grabbing her hair up in my fist to gently tip her head back.
“We can wait until after the audition. Maybe we send Kostya off to get us something and we can do this in the car or—”
I silence her by rubbing my tip over her lips. She makes a distressed sound and leans back, but then the saucy little minx takes hold of my cock, pushes my foreskin back into place, and then draws it down again.
“That’s my job,” she says fiercely, and I have to hold back from saying words I don’t mean but want to say. But seriously, in this moment, watching how excited she is just to take care of my dick for me, I fucking love her.
I fucking love her.
Fuck.
She’s already got her fingers lined up between my piercings the way I like, already massaging me just right that my spine tingles from it, and still she says, “I have to go back. The audition’s not over.”
“I know, zvyozdochka .” I rub her chin, the soft underside of it, to keep her head tilted up to me as I feel the soft, silky warmth of her vulnerable flesh. “But those boys don’t understand that you’re mine. So I’m going to come in your mouth so they can smell me with every word you speak, and you’re going to take your panties off, and you’ll get them back when you’re done with your audition.”
Her pupils blow out as I speak. Those boys are definitely going to smell her arousal for me soaking through the layers of fabric between her legs. But then she takes the head of my cock in her mouth, sweetly sucking on the tip as her tongue laps up the cum already there, and I can’t think about that. I can only thank her for being such a good girl to me and praise her for sounding amazing on stage and tell her she’s pretty even though I know she doesn’t like that so much, but goddamn, she’s pretty.
I don’t know how I’m going to give her up. I feel like she’s about to suck my soul right through my cock every time her cheeks sink in. She was a natural at cooking, she’s clearly a natural at singing. I have no doubts about her acting abilities, and now I’m pretty sure she’s mastered me.
To prove it, her eyes drop from mine, and instantly, I want to snap her hair down again to bring her eyes back, but she’s looking at my cock. She moves the hand she’s rested on my thigh to cup my balls.
I groan in colorful Russian. If anyone is walking down the hall, they’ll certainly hear that, but at least they won’t know what I said.
Even with her mouth full, I can feel her grin, and with both her hands working me along with her mouth? I’m fucking done. The only thing that saves me from messing everything up is the fact that she hasn’t taken more than the crown in her mouth. If her hand didn’t have such a solid grip on my shaft, I would certainly thrust into her throat and finish there. Instead, I finish on her tongue.
“Such a good girl,” I rumble when my cock stops kicking in the grip of her lips and I see from the puff of her cheeks that she hasn’t swallowed. “You keep that right there when I pull out, okay?”
She nods seriously and tightens her lips up as I slide out to keep from spilling any, attempting to chase a single dribble with the tiny pink tip of her tongue, but she’s not fast enough, so I bend down and lick her chin clean. “So good,” I praise again. “Now tilt your head back and open so I can see, okay?”
The sight of that mouthful has my dick twitching again like it’s about to get more action, and you know she grabs it and gives it a good rub before I can smack her hand away. I get real close, leaning down until my mouth is right over hers, and spit into it.
“There you go, zvyozdochka . Now you can swallow and get yourself cleaned up.”
She grins, takes a big gulp of my cum and spit, kisses my cheek, and runs off to one of the stalls.
I should feel dozy, sedated from the orgasm, but instead, my chest clenches, like even the flimsy stall door between us is too much, like I’m about to break the same way she did when she rejected me after our home movie. It beats for the moment she opens the door again, and I nearly forget why she’s handing me her panties because I’m just so fucking happy to touch her again.
I don’t think I can send her home.