by Lily Harlem
“Yup,” he said in a grunting tone.
Vadmir stabbed the call button and the doors opened immediately.
We stepped in and the doors swished shut. As we were pulled upward silence surrounded us.
I looked at our reflections in the smoky-metal surface of the doors. I barely came up to his shoulder and was half his width, I’d guess I weighed a fraction of him and one of his legs was as thick as both of mine. A study of the bulge in his groin also told me that Vadmir Arefyev was primed and ready to go.
A small tremor of nerves fizzed through me and I clenched my fists. He really was enormous in every sense of the word.
He caught me staring.
“You still want to do this?” he asked, pushing his right hand into his jeans pocket and appearing to adjust himself.
“Do you?” I looked up into his clear eyes.
“I can’t think of a better way to spend the rest of the day than with a hot chick.” He paused. “And if naked is working for you, Sammy, then that’s good for me.” He turned from our reflections, rested his hand on my shoulder then smiled down at me, his whole face softening. “But if you want a movie and dinner that is cool, too.”
His touch unleashed a craving deep inside of me, and I knew a movie and dinner wasn’t going to cut it, not by a long shot. But it was sweet of him to suggest it.
I placed my hand over his, circled his wrist with my fingers then slid them up to his elbow, forcing the blond hairs back on themselves. His skin was soft but the tendons and roped muscles beneath were solid and thick. “Vadmir, I think we both know what we really want so let’s not beat around the bush anymore.”
“Beat around the bush?” He frowned a little. “What is that?”
“You know, pretend we want dinner and a movie when what we really want is each other.”
He grinned and the sinful glint returned to his eyes. “Ah, yes, okay. I understand what you are saying.” He moved closer and slid his hand from my shoulder to the back of my neck. “No more beating the bush.”
I was going to reply with a smart answer but I didn’t. Instead I concentrated on him. Each one of his fingers pressed on my nape in a comforting yet possessive hold. He loomed over me, his scent and his body heat invading my senses. Up close I could see pale stubble covering the skin above his top lip and a tiny freckle to the right of his cupid’s cusp.
I placed my hands on his chest. His pectoral muscles were wide and dense and pressed against the material of his t-shirt. I caught my breath and my breasts hitched.
He lowered his face to mine.
I leaned in, my concentration firmly on his mouth. Damn, I wanted that mouth on me. I wanted my mouth on him.
With a tinny ping the elevator doors slid open. He quickly released me and backed away.
I felt bereft. My heart was racing and my knees weak.
Quickly I gathered myself together. I had things to attend to and standing in an elevator wasn’t going to get me anywhere.
“This way.” I strutted out of the lift and along the carpeted corridor, being sure to wiggle my ass for his enjoyment.
He was close behind me, real close. I could hear him breathing. Luckily there was no one around because as we reached my door his hands were on my buttocks, groping and squeezing and exploring the shape of my hotpants and what was beneath.
My pussy clenched and heated. I fumbled with the keycard, but only for a moment because then I flung the door open and we tumbled inside.
A loud bang told me he’d back-kicked it shut and I found myself pinned against the wall by a very big, very hard hockey player.
I tilted my chin and stared into his eyes. “Bring it on,” I said with a sassy grin as I pressed my breasts into his torso.
He hooked his arm beneath my right leg and pulled it up around his waist. His left hand was still on my ass.
“You sure?” he asked, his lips brushing mine and the stiffness of his cock pressing against my pussy through our clothes. “Are you sure you want to see what else I am good at?”
I tightened my leg around him and gripped his shoulders. “Hell yeah and get on with it. Show me what you Russian boys are made of.”
Chapter Three
Vadmir’s mouth hit down on mine. His tongue probed and explored and his rapid breaths blew hard on my cheek.
I gave as good as I got, slanting my head and greedily supping on his sweet yet masculine flavor. There was something exotic about him. He was mysterious and demanding and it was an intoxicating combination for a horny girl like me.
I wanted to touch him all over but didn’t know where to start. He made the decision by dragging his top over his head. Our kiss broke and I feasted my eyes on his chest. Wide and defined, he had small pale nipples and a neat triangle of blond hair at his sternum. His skin was pale, despite him living in Florida, and I adored the creamy flesh that hugged his bricked abdomen. He had a thick patch of hair that led beneath the waistband of his jeans and there was a string of bruises around his lower right ribs, fading to blue and yellow and marking his otherwise unblemished skin.
“You like what you are seeing?” he asked, his voice hoarse and his lips rosy from the passion of our kiss.
“Are we playing show and tell?”
He curled his fingers beneath my top. “I guess we are.” He pulled it upward and I raised my arms, glad that I’d matched my pale pink panties and bra that morning. They were Victoria’s Secret and from this season’s line.
“Mmm,” he said, throwing my top to the side and dipping his finger into the lacy cup. “I like this bit you are showing.”
“So look some more.” I reached behind myself and unhooked my bra. It released and slid down my arms and I dropped it to the floor. My large breasts fell heavy and full and tingled with the cool air-conditioning washing over them.
His nostrils flared and he palmed the outer curves of my breasts. “Yebat’, you are beautiful.”
I arched my spine and slid my hands up his neck and round to the back of his head. His hair was short and spiky and when he dipped to reach my breasts I pressed on his scalp, encouraging him to stoop farther.
He took my right nipple into his mouth and I gasped at the intensity. He’d created a sudden heated suction that sent shots of arousal through my chest and straight to my clit. I closed my eyes and groaned, held on to him all the tighter.
He laved and suckled, pulling my nipple almost to the point of pain, then switched his attention to the other breast and repeated the action.
My knees were like Jell-O. I’d lost contact with his cock. My vision wasn’t focused but I spotted the bed. I needed him flat on his back. I needed to get better access and give him better access too.
“Over there,” I gasped. “The bed.”
In one swift movement he scooped me up. But I didn’t have time to hang on because I was quickly deposited unceremoniously on top of the covers.
“Show me the rest,” he said with a carnal grin.
“Only if you show me yours.” I pushed a few loose strands of hair from my face and sat back on my heels.
He was already undoing his jeans, revealing black, tight boxers that left nothing to the imagination. As he shoved at the material he studied my breasts and licked his lips.
I licked mine as well. Damn, the guy was hung but I was no longer worried about his size. I was so turned on I knew I was going to have heaps of fun.
He kicked his boxers off then stood naked before me. His cock matched the rest of him—big and solid—and was rippled with delineated veins. His testicles, covered in the same pale hair as his abdomen, hung heavy beneath him and his thighs, two thick pillars of strength, pressed against the edge of the high bed.
I scooted forward and took hold of his cock.
He groaned and wrapped his enormous hand around mine.
I squeezed, just a little, familiarizing myself with his shape and density. “You have a big dick, Vadmir,” I said, rubbing to the base then back up to the tip and relishing the marb
le-hardness.
“Yes, I have been told that before.”
“I’m sure you have.” I released him and moved backward on the bed.
He kind of growled as he followed me, his cock bobbing with his movements.
“Wait,” I said, pressing on his shoulder. “Let me take these off.”
“Quick or I’ll rip them off.”
“And then you’d have to buy me new ones.” I reached for the button on my hotpants. “These are Donna Karan, you know.”
“I don’t care whose they are, get ’em off.”
I kicked my wedged sandals to the floor, they landed with a couple of loud bangs, then I hastily shimmied out of my hotpants.
Vadmir was pushing at me, kissing my shoulder, tweaking my nipple, urging me flat on my back.
My breasts ached with need, my pussy was wet and my clit swollen against the material of my panties.
He curled his fingers into the waistband of my Victoria’s Secret panties and tugged. A ripping sound told me the delicate lace hadn’t coped with his energetic movements.
“Hey,” I said, as he dragged them unceremoniously from my legs. “Watch it.”
“I’ll buy you more,” he said breathlessly. “I’ll buy you a hundred more pairs. A thousand if you want.”
“Yes, you will—”
He cut my words off with a ravenous kiss as he pressed himself over me.
I squirmed against him, butting my chest into his and loving the sensation of flesh on flesh. The need to start my climb to orgasm was robbing me of breath and flooding my system with lust. Sod the panties, I could always buy more.
He slid his hand between my legs, ruffling through my thin landing-strip of pubic hair then edging into my folds.
I spread my legs and bucked my hips.
He found my entrance and pushed in.
I caught my breath and held it tight.
He groaned into my mouth and filled me again with what felt like two thick fingers.
I clenched around him. My moisture had eased his way and the rich scent of my arousal swirled between us.
“So hot,” he murmured. “And fuck, you’re going to be so tight wrapped around my dick.”
“Yes, yes, give me more.”
He withdrew a little then eased back in, fucking me with his hand. His palm caught on my clit and I ground against it, catching a spark of delicious pressure.
He kissed me again and I sank my nails into the flesh on his shoulders. The sheer size of him looming over me, blocking out the light in the room was a turn on in itself. I felt tiny beneath him, tiny and delicate but also hungry for the raw maleness of him that was such an opposite magnetism to my own.
“Ah, I’m going to make you come so hard and so many times,” he said, against my cheek. “It will be so amazing for you. The best ever.”
“Yes, yes, I…” My belly contracted and my thighs tensed. I knew it was coming soon. But it was too soon. I wanted to stretch out our fun.
I wriggled away from him.
He seemed surprised as his fingers slipped from my pussy.
I took advantage and pushed him to his back.
He fell willingly with a smile creeping over his face and balling his cheeks. “You wanna hop on for a ride?” he asked, holding his penis. “I promise it will be a good one.”
Jesus, he was cocky and so damn sure of himself. I loved it. It was just what I needed. “Yes, but not your dick.” I pushed to my hands and knees. “Grip the headboard, Russian boy.”
He raised his eyebrows and also his hands then gripped the shiny wooden slats as instructed. He had a soft fuzz of pale underarm hair that I hurriedly settled my folded lower legs over, so I was kneeling with my spread pussy only inches from his face.
“Can you handle this?” I asked, looking down at his now flushed cheeks and his strong, straight nose.
He was staring at my intimate flesh. “I can handle anything you want to give me.” He darted his tongue out and flicked it over my clit.
I gasped and grabbed the top rail of the headboard. It rattled against the wall.
“Mmm, you taste so sweet,” he said, his hot breath breezing over my damp folds. “Give me more.”
“Okay,” I managed, lowering onto his face. I adored cunnilingus from this angle, it meant I had control over the amount of stimulation that on occasion was more than I could cope with.
Instantly he got busy with his tongue, rotating my clit with a perfect amount of speed and pressure.
I threw back my head and gyrated my hips. “That’s it, just like that,” I shouted sternly. “Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop.”
My pussy was clenching around nothing, I bucked my hips forward and his tongue darted into my wet entrance; firm and long, he used it like a stubby cock to fuck me.
I murmured with pleasure and bobbed up and down on his face.
He raised his head, though he couldn’t move his arms as I held him trapped, and again the bed whacked against the wall with a sharp bang.
My clit caught on the tip of his nose and, combined with his delving tongue, I found a blissful sensation. I kept on riding him, clinging to the shifting and rattling headboard.
“Yes, yes,” I called, my fingers and toes curling as I climbed to orgasm. “That’s it, fuck, I’m coming…I’m coming…”
I let out a long string of loud expletives as I came hard and fast on Vadmir’s face. The moist sounds of his mouth and my pussy mixed as I pulsed through several violent contractions. I kept on grinding my clit on his nose, he didn’t seem to mind, but then I did have him secured on the bed—though likely he could throw me off in a heartbeat if he wanted to.
Eventually the joyful sensations of my orgasm faded and I shuffled back, so that my wet, sensitive pussy was spread over his small patch of chest hair.
I placed my hands on the balls of his shoulders and looked down at his red, damp face. He too was breathing hard and his eyes were wild with desire, drinking me up. He released the headboard and rubbed his hands up and down my thighs and grinned.
There was a sudden furious loud thump on the wall, coming from the next room. “Oi, quit the fucking noise,” a deep male voice shouted. “And the fucking banging.”
I pressed my fingers to my lips and grimaced. Damn, we’d been a bit crazy then, or rather I had been. I’d gotten carried away with the moment.
Vadmir’s expression lit in amusement. “That’s what I like,” he said, “fucking noise and fucking banging.”
“Yes, but—”
Suddenly he sat up and grabbed me around the waist. In an instant I was flat on my back staring up at him.
“Condom,” I managed.
“Not time for that yet,” he said, “I want my cock between your beautiful tits first.”
“Yes, yes, do that.” I was more than happy to get better acquainted with his cock.
“And I don’t care how much noise and banging we make. You’ve got to live a lot, that’s what I think.”
“Live a little,” I corrected.
“Nothing little happening here,” he said, shifting up my body so that it was my turn to be pinned beneath him.
Fuck, he was right there. I eyed his cock, the slit was wide and deep and his glans was smooth as glass. He held it in his fist and lowered the tip toward my chest.
My mouth was watering to taste him so I reached forward, darted out my tongue and swiped it over the end of his cock.
He hissed in a breath through gritted teeth. “Go easy, Sammy, I might just go off and surprise you.”
I smiled up at him and cupped his testicles in my hands. “Go ahead and surprise me then. Let me taste you properly.”
He leaned forward, grasping the headboard that did its predictable shunt against the wall.
I opened my mouth and hoped he’d go easy on me. I didn’t fancy choking on his big shaft.
He eased the head of his cock between my lips, just an inch, and then very gently, very slowly slid over my palate. His movements were the complete
opposite to my frantic dance on his face. He didn’t even hit my gag reflex, just filled my mouth for several blissful heartbeats and then withdrew.
“Hold your tits together,” he said, sounding maddeningly in control.
I felt slightly aggrieved that I’d had such a small taste of his cock. I’d wanted more. But this was his turn to have the fun so I hoisted my breasts together and watched as he slid his now saliva-wet shaft between them.
He groaned long and guttural. A sound that didn’t appear as controlled as he’d let on he was a moment ago.
“Ah, yeah,” he said, slipping farther through the moist channel I was creating. “That’s fucking amazing. You’re amazing.”
He pulled down and then slipped back up.
When the tip of his dick came within reach. I licked it.
He murmured something in Russian and set up a steady rhythm. I stared up at him. He was spectacular. Every muscle and tendon was hard and toned, his body better than anything I’d ever seen in a glossy magazine or on a catwalk.
“Vadmir,” I said breathlessly, my fingers rubbing his cock as it slipped to the top of my cleavage. “I want you to come.”
“Dah, dah,” he grunted then tipped his head back and blew out a long, labored breath.
I studied the angle of his chin, the groove beneath and the straining column of his throat.
A gloop of warm cum hit my chest, bursting from his cock in a long, pearly rope.
Again he shouted something in his native language, deep and raw and I could only guess that it was a particularly unholy praise to whatever god he believed in.
I clasped my breasts tighter around his cock and felt his shaft pulsate as yet more release shot from him.
He stared down at me, watching his semen splatter on my chest. His mouth was slack and his eyes wide.
“You look so hot like that,” he said, panting as his movements finally slowed.
“Yes,” I said, rubbing my index finger through the cum that sat in the well of my neck. “Covered in you.”
I raised the warm drip to my mouth, sucked it in then hummed my approval at his taste.
He watched me, unblinking and then spread his mouth into another wide smile.