by Terry Towers
“Please stop. I need… I need to talk to you.”
Now? She needed to fucking talk now? “Can we talk later?”
“No. Now.” She placed her hands flat on my chest and pushed against me, muttering something in Russian.
Confused, I pulled up and away from her. “What’s the matter?” Did I hurt her? Maybe I’d scared her in my zealous attempt to bed her? I should have kept my cool, I was hardly a teenager with a hard-on for fuck’s sakes. I silently cursed myself for being such a douche. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No. No. Nothing like that.” She swept her tongue along her lower lip, making what was left of the red lipstick on her lips shine. I pulled my focus from her lips and to her face. Her hair made a halo on the bed around her head in stunning contrast to the white sheets beneath her. My dick jerked again and I cursed myself. She seemed serious so I needed to get my cock under control.
“Then what’s wrong?”
A blush colored her cheeks so bright that it rivaled her hair for vibrancy. She blushed a lot, becoming embarrassed easily. I doubt I’d ever get bored of seeing her blush and lower her gaze as she gathered herself enough to look at me again.
“I’m still a virgin.”
Of all things I expected to hear from her that wasn’t one of them. A virgin. It was like throwing cold water on a perfectly good erection. My little soldier went down in one shot as I slid from her and rolled to the side. I took a moment to resettle myself on the bed and then patted the open area beside me.
Okay, I guess we’re going to need to discuss this. Not that I had a problem with her being a virgin. Fuck, finding a virgin for me was like finding a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. How long had it been since I had one? Upon a moment’s contemplation, I decided it was back when I was in high school — over a decade.
“A virgin?” I asked once she was lying beside me. I shifted and braced my head on my hand as I looked down at her, waiting for her to give me more of an explanation.
She nodded, rolling from her back to her side, facing me, mimicking my position. “Yes, that’s the term, right? Never had sex before.”
I nodded, grinning. “Not ever having sex would be a virgin.”
“Then I am one. I thought you should know that before we have sex. Unless…”
“Unless…”
“Unless, you don’t want someone inexperienced.” Her cheeks grew a deep shade, almost crimson.
“I didn’t come here to meet you based on whether you had sex or not. Have we ever spoken in a sexual manner before?”
She shook her head.
“Have I ever attempted to entice you in sexual banter?” Nina gave me a confused look and so I rephrased. “I mean have I ever tried to have phone or texting sex with you?”
“No…”
“Then why would you think that may matter?”
“It might. I didn’t know.”
Taking a deep breath in, I slowly released it. My erection was completely dead, leaving me a case of blue balls. Fuck my life. “I’m looking for a wife, Nina. Someone who will come to my ranch and be happy there, who will be content with being the wife of a rancher and tending to the place. Someone who will appreciate what I have to offer and have no problems fitting into the lifestyle my brother and I live. Whether you are a virgin or not has no bearing on anything other than the fact that I’d rather not rush our relationship sexually.”
My brother. Shit, I suppose if we were trading information this would be the time to tell her about Calvin and my thoughts of sharing her with him. I really hoped the information wouldn’t overwhelm her.
“I have something I need to tell you as well. A thought I was having.”
Her brow creased as she looked at me. “What is that?”
“My brother and I share the ranch. He’s very much a recluse, ever since his wife died several years ago.”
She looked genuinely sympathetic as she said, “I’m sorry.”
“He’s had a hard time getting over it and he refuses to date or see women. He has holed himself up at the ranch and I feel like he needs a woman in his life.”
“Holed himself up?”
“He rarely leaves. All he does is work.”
“That’s such a shame.”
“It is.” I took a moment to gather the courage to propose what I was thinking to her. “That’s why I thought that part of what you could do would be keep him company…” I was trying to be as delicate as possible.
She smiled. “Of course. I’d love to keep him company.”
She didn’t get my drift. Fuck. “I mean, perhaps when you arrive, once you are settled and become comfortable with the situation, you’d be open to becoming intimate with both myself and my brother.”
“Both of you,” she echoed. I could see the conflict in her eyes as her body tensed. “You want me to be a whore?” She suddenly sat up straight, anger flashing in her eyes. “Do you plan on passing me around to all your friends or just your brother?” Venom dripped from her tone.
Sitting up as well, I cursed myself for broaching the subject so soon. Leave it to me to be able to take a situation which was a ten on the hotness scale moments ago and turn it into a ten on the ‘holy shit, I’m an asshole’ scale. I should have known better. How stupid could I be? Maybe this was just one big, stupid idea. I could be such a fucking idiot at times.
“No. Only if you’re comfortable with it.” I grasped her shoulders in my hands and was surprised that she didn’t slap my hands away or shrug them off. “You’re not my property.”
“You’re damned right I’m not. Marriage does not mean you own me! Going to America does not mean you own me.”
“You’re right. I apologize. That’s not what I meant.”
“If I’m going to be used as a sex toy, I will not go to America.”
“No. No, that’s not what you are. You’ve got this wrong.”
“You asked me to fuck your brother. I just told you I was a virgin and you want me to fuck your brother! I thought you cared for me?” Unshed tears began to form in her eyes.
Oh shit, shit, shit. I needed to de-escalate this situation ASAP. “Of course I did. I do.” An idea sprung to me and I leapt from the bed to my suitcase. I needed to show her how serious I was for her. I hadn’t planned on doing this right now, but fuck it, why not. Opening it up, I reached into the compartment to retrieve a little velvet box I had tucked away there. Bringing the box over to the bed, I placed it into her soft, dainty hands.
“What is this?” She looked down at the box, not opening it.
“I’m very serious about you and about this arrangement, Nina.” Taking the box from her fingertips, I opened it to reveal the diamond solitaire ring inside. “I want you to be happy. I want us to be happy and I believe we can be. Forget what I said about my brother, it was stupid.” I placed a hand over my heart. “I swear, it’ll never be brought up again.”
She reached out and gingerly touched the ring as if to see for herself it was real and not a dream. “This is for me?”
“It is for you, if you’ll still come to America with me. I am truly sorry and would never ask you to do something you weren’t comfortable with.”
Nina looked up from the ring and into my eyes. “My mother thinks I’m making a mistake.”
I grinned. “My brother thinks I’m making a mistake.”
“The same brother you want me to have sex with?”
“Yes. But that is off the table now.”
“Off the table?”
Laughing at myself, I said, “Meaning that was a silly idea and not something to be even considered.”
The rigidness in her posture began to slowly relax and she nodded. “Okay, Ryker. Then I will still come to America and be your wife.”
The irony of this entire situation was that it wasn’t all that long ago that I had zero interest in being settled down with one woman. The idea of marriage had been an insane one, but things change, men change. I changed. Over the past year, it
was beginning to dawn on me that I wasn’t getting any younger and eligible women that I’d have an interest in were becoming harder and harder to find. Friends were not only beginning to have children, but some of their children were coming close to being teenagers. It was time. Yes, Nina was a chance, but so were all relationships. Hell, all marriages for that matter.
Relieved that I hadn’t completely fucked things up with my big mouth and harebrained ideas, I removed the ring from the box and put it on the ring finger of her left hand. Deciding to do it formally, I said, “Nina Kotov, will you marry me?”
Chapter 5
Nina
My head was so full of ideas and my heart with emotion. As Ryker slid the ring on my finger and asked me to marry him, it became extremely real for me now. There had been a part of me that had been hesitant to believe this could happen. But I was really going to do this: move to America and be this man’s wife. It was a crazy thing to do, especially after having him ask me to lie with his brother, but at the same time his apology seemed sincere.
As I said yes, I felt a tinge of guilt. I’d promised Momma that I would not go if she didn’t approve. But I’d promised myself to Ryker. Closing my eyes a moment, I said a little prayer that she’d like him; besides, how could she not? He was handsome, charming, successful… He was all the things that women look for and have a hard time finding in this country. In any country for that matter.
Once the ring was on my finger, I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him, burying my face against the crook of his neck and shoulder, basking in the warmth and power of his body. He felt and smelled even better than I imaged he would and my body immediately wanted his. After a moment, I released him just long enough so my mouth could seek out his.
As our lips connected, I felt a surge of passion race through me, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. This man wasn’t just some guy anymore, this was my betrothed. He was the man I’d spend the rest of my life with.
Our lips and tongues continued to duel as he gently laid me back against the mattress. Once I was settled into the surprisingly soft bed, his lips left mine in order to make their way along my jaw until they reached my neck.
Moaning softly, savoring the feel of his teasing teeth and tongue, my nails dug into his shoulders as I urged him onto me, my body demanding the feel of his covering mine. A heat began to develop between my legs, intensifying my need for him.
“We don’t have to do this now,” he whispered to me as his mouth reached my collarbone.
“I want to,” I gasped, closing my eyes and arching my back, thrusting my breasts up to him. My nipples had begun to tighten and my breasts begged to be freed.
The dress I was wearing had delicate pearl buttons running down the front of it. Ryker pulled his torso up from mine, bracing his weight on one hand as he took his time undoing the dainty buttons with his free hand, revealing my white bra. It wasn’t a fancy bra, but it was pretty enough with lace trim.
Bowing his head, he kissed my chest and ran the tip of his tongue along the valley between my breasts, while his free hand pulled down the cups of my bra, fully exposing my breasts to him. I arched my back a little higher, waiting for him to take my nipple between his lips.
His lips moved to my left breast, the one closest to him, and began running circles around my areola, moving closer and closer until his tongue reached the tip. Once at the tip, he pulled my tightened nipple between his lips and sucked it in, making me cry out in pleasure. As his mouth tormented my left nipple, his finger rolled the other tip between them until it too became tight and sensitive, sending waves of pleasure through me, creating a pool of my juices between my legs, saturating my panties.
“I need more,” I managed to gasp.
Feeling the hard bulge beneath his jeans, I moved up and against him, making him moan as he continued to tease my breasts.
Ryker lifted his head and smiled at me. “You’re making it hard to be a gentleman, ma’am.”
I opened my eyes and smiled at him, my chest heaving as I attempted to settle my desires — as if I could. God, I loved how he said ma’am to me with that sexier than sin Texas drawl.
“Maybe you don’t need to be a gentleman.” Yeah, I know; those were tough words to be said from the lips of a virgin.
“This should be special.”
I showed him my left hand, which held my stunning diamond ring. “It can’t get much more special than having a man ask you to marry them.”
He chuckled. “Touché, little lady.”
I shivered and my pussy clenched as I looked deep into his hunger-filled eyes.
“I’m giving myself to you, Ryker Stone, why are you hesitating?”
“I want to make sure you’re ready.”
“Of course, I am… I am now…” And I was, my body was alive in a way that it had never been before. And I wanted to feel more.
He slipped off me and I groaned out my displeasure. But it was only to sit back on his heels, shrug off his button-down shirt and then grab the bottom of his t-shirt and pull it up and over his head, tossing both shirts onto the floor.
My God, he had an amazing chest; thick and sculpted. And his abs, they were incredibly defined. From all the years working the ranch, most likely. There was so much I wanted to know about him that I didn’t know yet.
I’d have time.
He gave me an inquisitive look. “And what’s that look for?”
Giving him a weak smile, I shrugged, slightly embarrassed by my thoughts. “Nothing.”
“Are you having second thoughts?”
“No.” I sat up and my fingers fumbled with his belt buckle and then with the button on his jeans.
“Good.” Grasping my shoulders in his hands, he gently pushed me back onto the mattress and his fingers quickly undid the remainder of the buttons on my dress, pushing the material aside, leaving me in my bra and panties only. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my modest white cotton panties, he began to slowly peel them down my thighs and calves.
His eyes drank in every inch of me. The look in his eyes was pure sex and yearning. I looked down at his partially undone pants and I softly groaned in frustration, wanting to free his dick from the restrictive denim.
Bowing down, Ryker lowered his lips to my stomach and placed a kiss just above my belly button. I gasped as his lips grazed my flesh, slowly making their way down my abdomen and to my freshly shaven mound. The heat from his breath teased my pussy and I quivered, spreading my legs a little wider, giving him access.
Ryker looked up and caught my gaze, a devilish look in his eyes. As our gazes locked, he cupped my mound, spreading my pussy lips and swiping two fingers between the moist folds. I groaned, squirming against his fingers.
He swiped the length of me again and I groaned again, my eyes closing and head sinking into the mattress. As much as I wanted to watch him torture me, I couldn’t, not when his lips lowered to my clit and his tongue flicked at the swollen nub.
My hands fisted the sheet under me as he began to work my pussy with his fingers, stroking the inner wall while his tongue and teeth teased my clit. The double sensations were insane, making me lose all sense of time and reality. For a split second, the pleasure became too much but before I could stop him, the tension broke and I moaned as I came over his probing fingers.
As soon as I came, I attempted to squirm away but he refused to allow it, grabbing my hips and holding me tight as he lowered his head over more. This time it wasn’t his fingers that probed at my entrance, but his tongue.
“Ryker,” I sighed his name as I gave up the struggle and gave into him. Why I struggled was beyond me anyhow; his tongue was giving me pleasure. Only a fool would give that up. Many men did not like giving oral pleasure, but by the sensations racing through me it was apparent he was experienced in the art. As pulse after pulse of pure energy raced through me and the desire within me continued to build, I had to wonder if he was this good with his tongue and fingers, he must be a God with his dick
.
The pressure within me continued to build, higher and higher, to the point where I felt like I was going to pass out and I began to buck against his mouth, both wanting him to stop and hoping he never would at the same time. Then, suddenly, it came. An explosion of pleasure so intense I was left light-headed and gasping for breath. He lapped up my juices like a starving man.
A blush began to heat my cheeks as he rose up from between my legs and slid off the bed. Quickly, he slipped out of his jeans and underwear, leaving himself completely exposed for my eyes to feast on. His dick stood strong and proud before me, a gleam of pre-cum on the tip.
Sitting up on the bed, I shrugged off the dress he’d undone and tossed the garment, along with my bra, onto the floor at his feet.
“Are you sure about this?”
Pulling my lower lip between my teeth, I nodded. “Yes. I’ve never been so sure of anything.”
“Good.” He crawled onto the bed with me. “I’ll be honest, I don’t think I’d be able to stop if I wanted to. I need you so badly.”
I nodded. “Me too.” And I meant it. Despite two orgasms, I needed more. I needed to feel our two bodies merged as one. I needed to know what it was like to have a man’s penis inside of me.
“If I hurt you, you’ll let me know, right?”
I nodded, laying back onto the bed and spreading my legs for him, inviting him in between them.
“You’re so perfect,” he murmured as his lips grazed my inner thigh just above the knee.
I would hardly call myself perfect, I was far from it, but it felt good to be told that anyhow. “Thank you.” I refused to be one of those girls who denied a compliment just to get more compliments.
His mouth moved higher on my inner thigh. Oh God! Was he planning on making me come with his mouth again! Just as his mouth was about to reach the apex between my legs, he paused, placing a tender kiss on my mound. He continued up my stomach and then between my breasts and then to my mouth.
Ryker’s mouth came crashing down on mine as he placed a hand on either side of my head, settling his body between my legs. Parting my lips, I invited his tongue to play as he slid his hard shaft between my folds and began to rock against me, the head of his dick stroking my quivering clit with each upward pass.