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by Lily Harlem

“Yes, of course.”

  He slid his hands down my belly, over my navel and then fluffed through my pubic hair. “I love your pussy,” he said, just touching my clit.

  I murmured as renewed interest captured my nerve endings.

  “It’s hot and tight,” he said, “and hugs me like a perfect winter glove.” He smoothed his touch over my hip. “But…this is what I want now.” He explored over my left buttock, down my cleft and settled his finger over my anus.

  I jerked at the intimate touch.

  “Shh,” he said. “Here, this is where I want you, but only if that works for you, too.”

  Oh, fuck, it had been a while since I’d indulged in anal sex. I wasn’t averse to it. I just usually reserved it for guys I was in a relationship with, not a one-night stand, or in this case a two-night stand.

  “Fuck, you’re so sexy, everything about you,” he whispered. “I don’t know why but I feel so possessive, like I want to own you, claim you. I want you as mine.”

  I stiffened as he rubbed tiny circles over my asshole. His words, his actions, it was making my body tingle and my mind race.

  “Not in a weird kidnap way,” he went on, “but in a protect you, make you happy and keep you satisfied way.”

  “I think you’re doing a pretty good job of the satisfied part.”

  “I’m pleased to hear it.”

  We were quiet for a moment. Vadmir teasing the tiny wrinkles of skin on my ass and me just breathing and relaxing into the touch. The longer he did it the more turned on I became.

  “Yes,” I said, “fuck me there, do it.”

  “Yes?”

  “Yes…please.”

  His finger left me then returned cool and coated in lube. “I want this pretty ass so bad,” he said. “Seeing you in that tight skirt, on the plane, damn, I got hard enough to hammer screws thinking of bending you over and…”

  “Nails, hammer nails.”

  “Whatever the fuck you want hammering, I’m your man. Screws, nails, goddamn tomatoes.”

  I stifled a giggle but then sucked in a breath when the tip of his finger edged into my dark heat.

  “Oh, damn it…” he murmured. “You’re so little, I don’t know if…”

  “It’s okay.” Fuck, was it? His cock had a formidable girth. “Stretch me.”

  “Sammy…?”

  I shoved my ass down, onto his finger. “Stretch me. Fuck, let’s do this.” I wanted him to come as hard and furiously as I had earlier. Lose it totally. Be unable to stand, speak, function afterward. “Give me more.” Lust was a sudden, potent injection of desperation and desire and it had filled my veins.

  He obliged and added another finger. The sweet burn made me gasp as my delicate muscles widened for him and welcomed him in.

  “More lube,” I said.

  He gave my shoulder a small bite, his teeth creating a sharp distraction from what was happening below. “Here,” he said, increasing the cold, wetness of his fingers. He dragged in a breath, his chest buffeting mine. “Fuck, I’m going to make this so good for you.”

  “I know.” I felt free, liberated. A cock in my most private hole wasn’t something I longed for until the temptation hovered before me, then it was all consuming. It seemed my big, bad Russian hockey player felt the same. “Get inside me,” I said, fisting the sheets.

  “Wait.” He scissored his fingers, extending me wider.

  I groaned and rejoiced in the hot-honeyed sensation. It was a promise of what was to come.

  He pulled out.

  The tip of his cock nudged up against me.

  Hurriedly, I shot my hand down to my clit. I found it protruding from its folds; engorged and wet, wanton and needy.

  As he eased in, parting the tight sphincter of my anus, I swirled my clit.

  “Ah, yeah, fuck, take me,” he said, “prinyat' vse moy chlen.”

  I gasped and bore down, embracing his entry. For a moment panic washed over me. Could I take him? He was creeping in higher. Not a wild, frantic entry like when he fucked my pussy, this was slow and controlled but oh, so dense and heavy.

  I held my breath and closed my eyes. Fought the war within that was to pull away and escape because I knew once seated he would feel incredible filling me.

  Continuing to fret my clit, I harnessed the bliss that was traveling high. The fullness was exquisite, his ride, now he’d eased my asshole wide, was a smooth glide to full depth.

  “Yes, yes,” I hissed. “That’s it.”

  “Fuck,” he said hotly against my ear. “Fuck, you’re gripping me like a snare.”

  “It’s good, so good.” My hand was working like a dynamo, speeding over my clit. “Come, please, come,” I gasped. “With me.” The thought of surrendering to climax whilst my ass was so full was both terrifying and luring me closer.

  He shifted again, getting higher even though I didn’t think that was possible.

  I groaned and felt his balls mash against the flesh of my ass. He was completely lodged within me. My hole stretched taut around the thick span of his root.

  “Here…let me,” he said, reaching around and pressing his fingers over mine as I swirled my clit. “Sammy…”

  “Yes, yes…” I said, wanting to buck frantically but also frozen with the bliss of what we were doing.

  He took over, jamming his fingers against mine and working my nub into a frenzy. Moisture was gushing from me, coating our fingers. He eased his cock out a little and then slid back in.

  “So good…” I managed, twisting my neck and trying to kiss him.

  He rested his mouth over my cheek, his damp lips tracing my skin.

  Again he eased out, pushed back in.

  The first tugs of climax lured me closer. I clenched my pussy which in turn made my ass respond with a spasm.

  “Argh, yeah, dah, dah…” he moaned. “Fuck it.”

  He pulled practically out and then rode back in, again his balls bashed into me.

  My breaths were hard to catch. I felt so owned, so thoroughly filled by him.

  “I’m coming…” he gasped, increasing the speed and pressure on my clit. “Fuck.”

  “Me too.” I screwed up my eyes, let a blinding flash of colors streak through my mind and allowed the compression in my clit and the solidity in my pelvis hold me hostage for a few sweeter than sweet moments.

  He grunted then groaned, foreign words spilling from his mouth and echoing into my ear.

  I jammed myself backward onto him and pushed down on his hand. “Fucking hell…” I moaned, wanting it all, taking it all.

  My asshole spasmed around his cock. I was aware of him pulsing inside me, filling the condom. My sensitive muscles were attentive to every gush and ripple through his shaft.

  Another long groan reeled from his chest, grating out of his throat and then he fell still and silent.

  I enjoyed a few last circles on my clit and then also calmed. I was sucking in air fast, dizzy from the experience. Damn, I’d never taken it so far, so fast with anyone. It seemed Russian was my flavor.

  Chapter Nine

  I woke with my nose pressed into Vadmir’s chest, the tip of which was being tickled by the small patch of hair at his sternum. He was hot and strong and his legs, twisted with mine, held me close, as did his arms, one beneath me and one over my waist.

  My memory couldn’t recall the moment between awake and asleep, or him being in me and then not. But what I could remember was the fabulous sex we’d had and the sensation of his cock in my ass.

  I clenched my sphincter. Yes, still tender. It hadn’t been an erotic dream.

  I shifted a little and he tightened his grip on me, pulling me closer.

  A thick wedge of flesh poked against my thigh. God, the guy was insatiable. We’d just had an amazing time and he wanted more.

  Opening my eyes, I saw that it was still pitch black in the room. We had time for another round of action before I had to dash off to the airport and catch my flight.

  Trying to disturb him as li
ttle as possible, I twisted within his embrace and fumbled on the bedside table. It took a few seconds to locate a condom. When I did, I quickly opened it with my teeth, spat away the small strip of foil and then sidled up to him again. Taking his shaft in my hand, I smoothly and gently rolled the condom down his erection from tip to root.

  Silently congratulating myself on finding such a perfect specimen of a cock to play with, I slid on top of him, legs either side of his hips.

  I pressed my belly to his, my tits to his chest and let my pussy kiss the tip of his sheathed cock.

  He groaned and I held my breath and ceased all movement. I didn’t want him to wake until I had him seated fully.

  When he quieted, I maneuvered myself carefully, edging him through the damp folds of my entrance and then taking him in an inch.

  “Ah, fuck,” he moaned and then raised his hands and grasped my cheeks.

  Too late, he was awake.

  “Shh…” I said, “just enjoy.” I planted a kiss on his mouth.

  He accepted the kiss and then whispered, “Are you trying to finish me off?”

  “No, just making sure we make the most of our time together.”

  “Oh yeah.” He shoved his body upward, shunting into me in a smooth glide.

  I gasped and pushed upright, spreading my hands on his pecs and sitting down fully. Fuck, it felt like he was going to push right out of my throat. He filled me so absolutely in this position.

  I groaned and flung my head back then started up a hip-gyrating dance that caught my clit just right.

  “One hell of a way to wake up,” he groaned, palming my breasts.

  “Maybe you’re dreaming.”

  “In that case, I don’t ever want to wake up.”

  I could barely make him out through the shadows of the room, but as I clenched my internal muscles, I saw him arch his neck, thrusting his head back on the pillow. The sharp angle of his chin was evident and the tendons in his neck strained. He groaned in a deliciously long unrestrained way.

  I rode him harder, bucking and thrusting. He increased the tension on my breasts, pulling and plucking my nipples. The sharpness of the pinching and twisting tore me higher and I moaned and gasped, working my way to a fast, hard climax.

  Beep. Beep. Beep.

  A tinny noise rang around the room.

  Beep. Beep. Beep.

  “What’s that?” I asked, not slowing my movements.

  “Nothing. Yeah, like that, Sammy, just like that.”

  Beep. Beep. Beep.

  “Yeah, it… is…something,” I managed as the insistent noise continued.

  “Just my…alarm,” he said, shifting his hands from my chest to my hips and encouraging me to speed up. “Yeah, faster, fuck so good.”

  “Alarm?” Why was his alarm going off in the middle of the night?

  “Yeah. Jesus, you’re hot, girl.”

  Beep. Beep. Beep.

  “Vadmir, the alarm. What…?”

  “My agent. I have a meeting with my agent.” He was breathless. “Ignore it. He’ll wait.”

  “What…a meeting with your agent now?”

  “No, at ten.”

  “Ten at night?” What was he on about?

  “No…” He bucked his hips and we both groaned. “Ten in the morning.”

  “But it isn’t….”

  “Mmm, keep going.”

  I’d had enough of the noise and I slid off him.

  “What the…” he said, grabbling for my hips but missing as I scooted to the edge of the bed. I grabbed his iPhone and tossed it at him. “Turn it off, it’s putting me off my stride. And set it for the right time, for God’s sake.”

  He glanced at the illuminated screen, the light catching on the sharp angles of his face. His mouth was open, he was panting.

  I slithered back over him and allowed his cock to slip neatly into my pussy as though it was meant to be there.

  “Oh, yeah,” he groaned. “ideal'nyy.”

  I tipped my head, bit his nipple and he silenced the annoying beeping. “Have you set it right?”

  “It was set right,” he said, filling his hands up with my hair and tugging.

  “What?” I allowed my clit to scrape on his hard pubic bone and enjoyed the yanking on my scalp.

  “It is right. It’s nine, nine in the morning. I have to meet my agent in an hour.”

  I froze. Nausea welled within me but I refused to let it take hold. It couldn’t be morning. It was the middle of the night. The room was dark as coal. I’d only dozed, not even been in a proper sleep.

  “Sammy, don’t stop…” he said, shifting beneath me, his cock riding deep.

  “Nine. Fuck.” I leapt off him, scooted to the dresser and grabbed my purse. I fumbled for my phone and checked the time. Moisture seeped from my pussy and slicked on my thighs as I saw with dismay that my Nokia was still on silent.

  Plus, he was right. It was goddamn nine AM.

  “Shit, shit, shit!” I jumped up, ran to the window and pulled the curtains wide. Daylight streamed into the room, rude and unwelcome it proved beyond doubt that it was morning and I had indeed slept in—momentously.

  “What is the matter?” Vadmir asked, propping himself up on his elbows. His cock stood rigid and sentinel like and was shiny from my arousal. A sheen of sweat slicked over his chest and the diamond-white light from the window caught over his body.

  “What’s up?” I shouted, rubbing my forehead and pacing to the bed, then back to the window and staring out at the snow-covered rooftops. How was I going to get out of this one? Damn it. I’d likely lose my job. “What’s up?”

  “Yeah, what’s up?” He was maddingly calm.

  “I’ve missed the flight!” I spun to him, hands on my hips, heat rising on my cheeks as my knees weakened with a shot of adrenaline. “That’s what the fuck is up.”

  “Flight?”

  “Yes, you moron, my flight. Work. It left Sheremetyevo Airport at eight and I was supposed to be on it.” I paused. “Fucking hell.”

  “So call them, they’re probably waiting for you.”

  “Jesus, no, it doesn’t work like that. They’ll have gone, left, flown away without me.”

  I picked up my phone again and saw that I had several missed calls. “Bloody hell.” I scrolled through them, three from Patrick and half a dozen from head office in Orlando.

  Vadmir leaned forward and wrapped his hand around my wrist. “Calm down, it will be fine. No one is dead.”

  “I will be. Damn it. I’ve left them short on crew and…” My heart sank and I sighed.

  “What?”

  “I have a week of leave now. I had plans to drive to Miami with Harmony, shop, catch some rays by the pool, and now…” I pointed irritably at the window. “I’m likely going to be stuck in the snow for a few days.”

  He rubbed his hand up my arm and then leaned forward and kissed my shoulder. “Hey, snow isn’t so bad.” He stroked his finger over my collarbone and then down to my nipple. “Come back to bed. Make a phone call to your boss in a minute, when you’re calmer.”

  He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close.

  I shoved against him and wiggled free of his grip. “No, don’t you realize how much trouble I’m in?” I pointed at his cock. “I can’t just push this to one side and fuck you. I have to sort this out…now.”

  He looked hurt and wrapped his hand around his shaft. “So this is going to waste?”

  “Yes, I’ve got more important things to worry about than your damn hard-on.”

  “Thirty seconds ago you didn’t.”

  “Well everything’s changed now.”

  He snapped off the condom and tossed it toward a bin. It landed perfect shot. “I guess I’ll just have to finish myself off.”

  “Yeah, you will. But be quiet about it.” I needed to make that call to head office as soon as possible. The longer I left it the more shit I’d be in. Might as well just ’fess up quickly to my mistake and hope the fallout wouldn’t be too ho
rrendous.

  Vadmir stood. “I’ll shower. Get out of your way.”

  I glanced up at him and for a moment I wavered. Damn the man was beautiful. All roped muscle and corded tendons. I adored his pale skin and the way his blond body hair coated his chest and thickened beneath his navel. His crew-cut and angled face gave him an exotic look that hit my buttons and made my pussy clench.

  “Feel free to order breakfast, coffee. Whatever. Put it on the room,” he said as he strode toward the bathroom. His taut butt swaggered with the confidence and ease of a man who had to be no place fast. People clearly waited for him.

  I quashed down that feeling of lust and pulled on my underwear. Much as I had to make this phone call, I couldn’t quite bring myself to do it in the nude.

  Headquarters answered on the fifth ring but I wasn’t surprised, it would be skeleton staff at midnight.

  “Hello,” I said, “this is Samantha Headington, I’m just touching base because I’ve missed my flight.”

  “Samantha, Christ, you’ve had us all so worried.”

  Phew, it was Nicola, she was one of the senior supervisors and always friendly and fair. I sent a quick thank you heavenwards that she was on duty tonight. “I’m really sorry. I just can’t believe this has happened.”

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yes, fine. I just feel terrible.”

  “Where are you?” She paused. “Well…I’m guessing Moscow.”

  “Yes, in the city. I came to visit a…a friend and ended up staying. I overslept. It’s as simple and stupid as that and I can’t apologize enough.”

  “Hey, no worries, these things happen. As long as you’re okay. You had everyone in a tail-spin looking for you.”

  My eyes stung a little. She was being so nice, too nice. I didn’t deserve it. “I’m so sorry. My cell was on silent. So silly of me.”

  “Hey, it’s okay.”

  I was silent as I held in a sob.

  “I hope you had a nice time with your friend,” she said gently.

  “Yes, but…” I dropped my head, stared at my pink polished toenails. “I was supposed to be on leave for a week after this return international. I’d made plans with Harmony. And now I feel doubly terrible.”

  “I spoke to her several hours ago. She’s still laid up with food poisoning. She’s not going anywhere for a few days at least. Company policy, she can’t handle meals.”

 

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