As he kissed her, he lifted her by the waist and walked them towards the bed. When her legs hit the edge, he leaned with her onto the mattress. He broke the kiss to stand in front of her, as he wiped his hand over his mouth.
“Been dreaming of this,” he remarked as he gazed over her naked body. Licking his lips, he removed his shirt and unbuckled his pants. It was one of the sexiest sights Belle had ever seen.
As he removed his boxers, Belle swallowed as she marveled at him in front of her; muscles taut and bulging as he moved, his broad chest, the abs she could lick for days. Below his navel, the dark hair led to his massive cock, long and thick, pulsing with desire. He’s perfect.
She prayed she would be able to take him entirely in. Pre-cum dotted his throbbing head, his shaft rigid as steel. Not wanting to waste another moment, she pleaded with him to enter her.
He reached into his pants and grabbed a condom, wrapping it over his length before crawling to her on the bed, settling on his knees between her open legs. A concerning thought broke through her lust-fueled haze. Why did he have a condom in his work pants?
She ceased caring when he used his cock to tease her, rubbing the length against her swollen and sensitive clit. She grasped onto his back as her breathless moans escaped her lips. “Yes. Please, yes.”
He moved down to her entrance, and held his breath as the head nudged her folds open. Circling around her opening, wetting his tip with the remnants of her orgasm, he readied himself to enter.
Unexpectedly, a traitorous memory replayed in her mind of his words to her during their fight. All I have to do is wait until you’re drunk again and you’ll be begging for it. You need me, Belle. You need me more than I’ll ever need you.
She tried to push this thought away as well, but couldn’t. She was drunk, and begging. Not like this. She somehow found her voice right as he was about to thrust.
“Aleks, stop.”
“I’ll be gentle, I promise,” he explained, misunderstanding her plea.
“N-No. Stop. I don’t want this.”
He stilled for a moment before looking up at her. “What?”
“Stop, please,” she began to push at his chest but he didn’t move.
“Belle, what’s wrong?” There was a look of concern in her eyes which only made her decision more difficult.
You’re drunk again and begging for it. “I — I just changed my mind … I’m sorry.” She began shifting, which only engulfed him further in her opening. He squeezed his eyes shut and tensed at the sensation.
“Belle. Don’t. Move.” He gritted through clenched teeth as his hands balled into fists by her head. He bent his head for a moment and inhaled before moving back and off of her. He knelt before her again, cock upright as he sat back on his heels.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asked quietly, voice and face full of concern rather than anger. It made her heart clench and she questioned her sanity for stopping him.
She looked away. How could she tell him she didn’t want to prove him right without sounding like a jerk? This wasn’t his issue, it was hers, and she didn’t know how to explain.
“Belle, look at me,” he urged. When she did he continued. “I would never hurt you.”
She kept quiet. She didn’t know what to say. Her thoughts raced between asking him to leave and asking him to forget what she just said and enter her. I’m a mess!
He sighed as he turned himself off of the bed, removed the condom, and pulled on his jeans and shirt. He walked out the door and closed it behind him.
Chapter Twenty
Hungover as all hell, Belle berated herself for her decision not to sleep with him. Now sober, she rationalized the words that had caused her to pull away from him had been spoken in anger.
Last night, Aleks stood ready to give her what she wanted, and she’d shut him down. To hurt him? To protect myself? Belle wasn’t sure. He’d followed her to her room, prepared, condom in his pocket. Was that what had bothered her? That he had anticipated it? Or was it the fact that with his reputation, having a condom on him at all times was akin to wearing a watch?
Belle groaned and pulled the covers over her head. She had been unnecessarily cruel, teasing him, then pushing him away after begging him to fuck her.
Her phone chirped. It was Aleks.
At a brunch meeting, but can’t stop wishing you were on the menu. Try to stay out of trouble while I’m gone.
She texted him back, elated he thought of her even after what she pulled last night. Same goes for you.
She’d only been awake for ten minutes but already the anticipation of seeing Aleks again made her nervous. She took a shower, trying to calm her nerves. The warm water cascading and caressing her only heightened her desire for him.
She threw on a heavy sundress and sweater, wiggled her feet into a pair of sandals, and ran a comb through her hair, deciding to allow it to air-dry. She grabbed one of the books she packed, the throw blanket from the end of the bed, and headed outside.
Belle settled under one of the apple trees in the garden. She spread out the blanket and flipped to the first page of her book. It was one of her favorites — a steamy erotica with a Russian male lead. Belle couldn’t help but imagine Aleks as she read the words. Hearing his accent thicken when he became angry or aroused, or when he speaks Russian to me, turned her on tremendously.
Belle allowed herself to get lost in the story, getting more stimulated with every page. Just as the pair began tearing the clothing off each other, she heard Aleks’ voice calling out to her. She quickly flipped the book on its front cover, tucking it to the side of her.
“Good afternoon, beautiful,” he said, taking long, slow steps towards her. He wore remnants of his suit — grey trousers, black belt, and a white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows with the collar hanging open.
Fucking hell he looks delicious!
As he reached up to grab an apple hanging on one of the branches above him, the bottom of his shirt untucked, giving Belle a view of his Adonis muscle. A new rush of arousal hit her hard as she caught herself staring at the motion. Is he doing this on purpose, she wondered, thinking he must have known how sexy the motion was.
Apple in hand, he sat down on the blanket, back against the tree. He pulled a small pocketknife from his pocket and began to peel the fruit. Belle watched, licking her lips as she watched the fluidly of his fingers as they moved around the orb. He took a bite, tongue flicking out against his bottom lip to catch a stray drop of juice. A thoughtless motion no doubt, but it only added to the wetness between her legs.
Aleks pointed to the book. “And what have you been reading about while I was away?” He took her book before she could react, a jolt of embarrassment coursing through her. She rolled onto her stomach to hide her face as he turned the cover over.
“So this is what you were reading at the office when you should have been working?”
Her head snapped up. He was smiling at her, eyebrow cocked and head tilted.
Belle stammered, “I’ve never read that at work!”
She watched as he took another bite of the apple, his mouth moving slowly before swallowing. “Uh huh. And why should I believe you?”
She was about to protest further, when he opened to a random page and began to read aloud.
“His gaze fell on her bare breasts. She struggled against her bindings, and moved her wrists to try to block his view, which only angered him further.” Aleks’ voice grew deeper as he processed what he read. She noticed his breath became shallow as he continued.
“‘I told you not to be shy in front of me, pet.’ She grew wetter at the strain evident in his voice, and squealed when he grabbed her waist and bent her over his lap. She squirmed in anticipation, knowing she displeased him on purpose for the punishment he would give.”
Aleks swallowed hard. “His swat landed on her right cheek with an audible smack. ‘Count,’ he commanded of her. ‘One,’ she responded as she felt the sting of another slap agains
t her ass. ‘Two,’ her voice, now shaking, continued as she counted. The pressure inside her built as they continued. By the time she said ‘ten’, her voice was husky with desire, her slit wet and ready for him.”
Aleks looked up at her, his dilated pupils surrounded by the entrancing cerulean. His voice rasped, “Is this what you like, Belle?”
A wave of embarrassment washed over her as Aleks called out the kink level in her reading. Even so, she was too captivated by his stare to avert her eyes. She couldn’t stop the overwhelming lust at hearing the words of the book escape his lips. “I enjoy reading books like this, yes.”
“That’s not what I meant.” His dark gaze bored into her as he clarified, “Do you want to be bound,” he licked his bottom lip, “and smacked?”
She could sense his arousal by his cadence. Drugged by his gaze, she managed a whispered, “Yes.”
He drew in sharp breath. Fearing she turned him off with her admission, she sat up as she tried to explain herself.
“I mean, not, not like full BDSM or anything. No latex costumes, but like … um like … being held down so — sometimes, and … and some light bondage, and stuff.” Belle couldn’t believe she just admitted all of that to him. She flushed.
“Stuff?” he repeated. “Have you tried it before?” His gaze narrowed and she saw the muscles in his jaw clench.
“No.” Belle bit her lip as she thought of an answer. “I … I assume I would like it because I enjoy reading about it.” She averted her eyes as she looked down in her lap, nervous if she looked back up she would again be lost in his eyes.
“Enjoy?” He cleared his throat to continue, “Do you mean it arouses you?” His voice, again, sounding deep.
“Yes.” She found it hard to breathe. Being read erotica by a man whose voice alone could create an orgasm, discussing what arouses her, added to the sexual frustration from last night; Belle cursed herself for choosing this book to read, knowing she was primed for another release.
“If that’s the case, I’ll keep reading.”
Belle groaned inwardly. He’s going to continue? Would he ever run out of ways to drive her crazy? Embarrassment gone, a new emotion took over. Fear.
Aleks shifted to make himself comfortable. His throbbing cock strained painfully against the zipper of his pants. The look of lust on Belle’s face only fueled his own.
She just added a whole new level to the depravity he’d already imagined with her. His cock twitched at the thought of her hands bound above her head, his tie gagging her screams as he held her legs open, tasting her, mercilessly. I’m so going to fuck her senseless.
He cleared his throat as he continued reading the words. “He stood up behind her and pushed her shoulders down into the bed, ass in the air, calling him. There was a cool drip of lubricant against her crease, followed by the pad of his finger as he pushed inside the tight hole, lubing it well.”
Aleks took a breath as he imagined himself preparing Belle’s ass. How sexy she would look in front of him, begging him to fill her there. He hoped no other man had ever taken her in such an intimate place. He wanted to be as many of her firsts as possible.
“‘Sovershenstvo,’ he exclaimed as the head eased into her tight hole. ‘Ya khochu chuvstvovat’ sebya gluboko vnutri vas.’” Aleks stopped and looked up, eyebrow raised in amusement.
Belle’s eyes were closed, as if savoring the perfect pronunciation of the words. “Told you it was sexy,” she admitted as she opened her eyes.
Her raspy voice couldn’t be sultrier. Her breaths were shallow and Aleks could tell she was turned on by the words of the story. She seemed to have trouble answering, as if those five little words took every ounce of her concentration.
He bent forward, feeling the warmth of her body against his, to whisper in her ear. “Ya mog chasami mezhdu nog; draznit’, sosat’, potyagivaya, degustatsiya vas.” He finished by kissing below her ear.
She let out a shaky breath, “Wh-what … what did you say?”
I could spend hours between your legs; teasing, sucking, sipping, tasting you. “I promise Belle, you’ll find out soon enough.”
Aleks forced himself to sit back to continue with the story, wanting to see how she would react to a scene of anal sex. “He wrapped an arm around her waist as he prepared to thrust. Aleksey felt her squirm underneath him, anticipating his thick cock. He knew Ava loved him stretching her ass.”
As he looked up at Belle, a heavier flush came over her face. He couldn’t ignore the irony of the lead character’s name. Does she imagine me in these scenarios? Desire hit him hard again at the thought of Belle pleasuring herself to the idea he would perform these acts on her.
“He curled his hand under her to brush against her swollen clit as he thrust himself into her. Ava bucked, senses in shock at the disparity of the warming of her clit and the assault on her behind. Aleksey could feel her tighten; she had been so close to climax from her punishment, two more deep thrusts were all it took. ‘Come, pet!’ he ordered, igniting her. Ava felt the stream of his cum inside of her moments later, finding his own release. He fell on top of her, holding her, kissing her back as he untied her hands.”
He looked up and his stomach muscles clenched at the sight: Belle breathing heavily, eyes hooded, face flushed, as if she were on the brink of an orgasm herself. She looked … lustful.
They looked at each other for a few tense moments, both lost in the thought of what had been spoken. Need her, now.
Aleks dropped the book to the side as she dove on top of him, straddling just above his unyielding erection, bending forward and pressing her lips to his.
He opened his mouth to allow her to explore, her hands in his hair, pulling him closer. He grabbed her around the waist as he pulled her hard down on top of him, reveling in the contact of her heat over his rigidity. Her summery scent enveloped him.
Aleks tensed as her hands moved to his chest, unfastening the third button. She pulled away from his mouth to kiss his collarbone, giving him a little lick as she followed down his chest to lavish him with gentle kisses on his newly exposed skin. The soft curls of her hair tickled his stomach.
She continued the torture with each button; a pull, gentle kisses, a lick, another pull, until she reached the bottom and pulled the remainder of his shirt out of his pants.
He couldn’t contain a moan as her tongue played with one of his nipples. When she bit the sensitive peak, his hips involuntarily bucked, eliciting a small moan from her as he ground against her flesh.
She eased backwards as she kissed down his chest. A tug at his waist indicated she unlatched his belt. She pulled down his zipper as he wiggled his hips to help her lower his clothing.
A breath hissed from his lips as her soft hands reached in, freeing his erection. He smiled smugly to himself as she gasped. She looked up with approval and the smile she gave him caused his cock to throb so hard it almost hit her chin.
He cursed as she grasped his shaft. He saw a drop of his cum emerge as she lowered her hand to his base and back up again. She leaned down and licked the drop off of him. He held his breath as her hot tongue circled the tip once before her mouth followed, sucking as her tongue moved around him.
Better than I ever imagined! He groaned and allowed his head to fall back against the tree as she removed her mouth and licked up and around the entire length of him. When she got to the head she again took him into her mouth, this time adding a gentle twist of her hand on his base, the sensation driving him wild.
Aleks brought his head forward to look down just as Belle finished a slow, flat, lick up his length, and caught her watching him. The corner of her mouth curled as she kept her eye contact, taking his head back into her mouth and sucking — hard. Fuck, the woman is good with her mouth.
He sat up and reached for her hips, turning her to the side. He mentally thanked her for wearing a dress as he placed his hand on her ankle and traced a line up her calf, to the back of her thigh. She let out a muffled moan as his fingers cupped
her ass cheek before finding their way between her legs. He rubbed her slit and found her already considerably wet for him. I’m reading to her every fucking day.
He slipped one finger inside and felt her moan around his cock. He inserted another finger and used them to push her forward, matching the stride of her mouth with his thrusts.
She began bobbing on his cock, her wet mouth greedily sucking as her hand twisted. She pushed back against his fingers, fucking herself against him as she pleasured him.
The noises coming from her mouth vibrated through his shaft to his balls, sending waves of pleasure through him. Her movements quickened, and as she came to the tip of his cock she allowed her tongue to circle before falling back down to the base. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman pleasured him this well. He yelled out when her tongue licked his testicle through the fabric of his briefs, the moisture driving him insane.
“Pull them out,” he commanded, needing her tongue on them. One soft hand continued to stroke his shaft as the other pulled his briefs down to unwrap his balls. Belle licked underneath the sac, then drew them into her mouth one at a time for a slow, tongue-circling suck.
“Ah! Oh, God,” he exclaimed as pleasure coursed through him. Aleks removed his pointer from her dripping pussy, keeping his middle finger thrusting while adding his ring finger, eliciting a small whimper from her lips. With his freed finger, he circled her tight puckered hole. When she didn’t resist, he gently pushed inside up to his first knuckle.
She gasped around him at the intrusion, which only fueled his desire. He circled his finger to open her more easily. Aleks realized he was in every available opening of hers at once, and the thought threatened to undo him.
He pushed further with his fingers, until completely engulfed by her. He continued to pump in and out of her, and she continued to writhe against him.
When she took the length of him in her mouth once more, Aleks slowly thrust into her. She pumped her fist in time with his thrusts, her mouth following. He grabbed onto her hair with his free hand as he brought his hips up and her head down his shaft, fucking her mouth. The combination of wet and warm and tight on his cock and fingers drove him insane. Her tongue circled and sucked while her hand stroked him, the pressure now too much.
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