Only One Man Will Do
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Soon after that, he lay on his back catching his breath, holding her in his arms while she was half-draped over him. He heard her regular breathing indicating she was out.
No round two tonight? Never mind. You are a wild woman even drunk on your ass, Alexandra. I think I proved I can stand up to your other men tonight. You still might not believe I can replace them. But there’s only enough room in your pussy for one dick, and I intend that it will be mine.
He fell asleep with a smile on his face.
Chapter Five
Alexandra was not used to having trouble concentrating when she was at work.
Damn him! Every fucking thing keeps reminding me of him and how good he is in bed! I’ve got to get my head back in the game!
She leaned forward and steepled her fingers together in the I’m giving you my full attention pose her father had taught her, but touching her fingers together made her inadvertently look at the fingers on the man who was sitting across the desk from her, explaining what he expected her to produce for his company, now that his father had convinced him she was the best in the business.
Look at those skinny little fingers. I’ll bet he thinks he’s got a big dick, but the women he’s with know better. They ask him, “Is anything going on down there yet?”
She pursed her lips in a frown, so the smile wouldn’t show.
Fingers…the first clue I had that my man mountain had a chubby choad that just won’t stop! What a man! Good thing I’m woman enough to handle all he can dish out! Phew!
“Isn’t that right, Alexandra?”
Shit! Shit! Shit! What the fuck is he asking me about?
She nodded at Bill, her VP of Marketing. He took that as her answer and pointed to the slide on the screen that was a part of his power point presentation. The new client asked him a question and she went back to remembering how good her weekend had been, ending with a perfect day yesterday.
Not only is he an animal in bed, but he’s a fucking chef who works magic in the kitchen too. He let me sleep in so he could create a spectacular brunch. Then he brought in coffee and woke me up by licking and sucking me into being awake, then fucking me until I was screaming myself hoarse again!
Then we stayed naked and ate next to the balcony, enjoying the warm sunshine as we ate that eggy-cheesy thing he baked with potatoes and onions. He had fruit and mimosas ready for us too. After I ate until I couldn’t move, we relaxed in the Jacuzzi, drinking more mimosas. Then we fucked in lots of my favorite positions until we passed out from pleasure. When we woke up later, he made some of the best steaks I’ve ever had, along with all of the side stuff I usually ignore. But he made them good too! If he keeps on feeding me like that I’m gonna gain a ton of weight. I’ll have to work out extra-hard when I get home tonight.
She focused her eyes when the men in the room appeared to be finishing up their discussion. They got up and shook hands with each other. The new client approached her desk and extended his hand to her as well.
“You’ve got enough going on here that I think you can do what we need. I’ll give you sixty days to get some results. If I’m not happy, I’ll have to rethink my decision.”
Alexandra gave him her most persuasive smile, the one she had used to get her dad to buy her anything she wanted…like my first motorcycle.
“We won’t need that long to prove to you we can do what you want.”
His eyebrows rose, while his eyes bored into her. “I hope so.”
Once the door had closed behind him, Bill launched into his version of what had just happened. Alexandra forced herself to concentrate on his words.
And for a short time, she was able to keep her head in the game and ignore the persistent ache between her legs that reminded her she had done some vigorous and energetic fucking over the weekend.
* * * *
Tuesday afternoon Dmitri returned to the biker bar he’d been introduced to on Saturday night. He’d spent the past two days looking for some kind of employment.
If I’m gonna stick around and try to tame that redheaded wildcat, I’m gonna need a way to pay for shit and a place to stay. I wonder if Ivan knows anyone from around here.
He took a sip from the shot the bartender placed in front of him, then sent a text to Ivan. When he was done he looked up and watched idly as Joe, the bartender answered the phone.
“What? You know what it’s like in here tonight! What the fuck do you mean you can’t come in?”
As the person on the other end of the line spoke, the bartender’s expression got angrier.
“I don’t care how you’re feeling. You just need to grow a pair and tell that bitch you’re coming to work…yeah, I know she’s got an itch only you can scratch.”
Don’t they all? Dmitri smiled.
“Then fuck you! Don’t bother coming back; jag-off! Consider yourself fired!”
After slamming the phone down, the bartender strode angrily over to the small sink under the bar where Dmitri sat and splashed water everywhere as he took out his bad mood on the glasses.
“Trouble?” Dmitri asked as he watched the second broken glass being tossed into the garbage.
“Yeah. Son of a bitch who’s been my bouncer on weeknights has got himself a new piece. Some young bimbo who keeps him up all night fucking her, then he’s too damned tired to come to work. Asshole.”
Dmitri looked around at the sparse crowd doing some late afternoon drinking.
“Don’t look to me like that’s gonna be a problem tonight.”
“No? Tuesday night is darts contest night. By seven this place’ll be packed. And once they all get good and tanked, they start accusing each other of cheating and the fighting starts. I don’t know how the hell I’m gonna keep up with the drinks and collect the cover charge and keep the peace around here.”
Dmitri leaned forward. “Are your bouncers allowed to have a few drinks while they work?”
Joe looked up quickly. “Why? You interested?”
“I might be.”
He appraised Dmitri’s size and seemed pleased with what he saw.
“You’re the one came in with Alex on Saturday night, right? Hit one of her riders and knocked him unconscious without anyone seeing what you did?”
Dmitri nodded.
“Ten bucks an hour and all the vodka you can drink, as long as you keep everyone playing nice together. You can even order some food while you’re working and it’ll be part of your pay. I’ll throw in ten percent of the cover charge if you stop any trouble before it gets out of hand. Deal?”
“Cash?”
Joe’s eyes narrowed. “Why? You illegal?”
Unruffled, Dmitri smiled blandly. “Nah. I just hate having the man take a big chunk out of what I earn.”
Joe nodded. “Okay, fine. Cash. Makes it easier for my accountant that way.”
“Deal,” Dmitri said as he shook the hand thrust in front of his face and turned to the door.
“I should go hang around by the main door, right?”
Joe poured another shot in his glass and nodded.
“Five bucks to come in, ten bucks if they’re gonna play. I award cash prizes to the winning teams. Comes out of the take, so you’re gonna need this.”
He reached under the bar and pulled out a strong box with a key in the lock.
“You got it, boss.” Dmitri grabbed the box and sauntered over to the door to settle down on the stool already there, putting the box onto a small table he found between the stool and the wall.
He sat on the stool, took a sip from his glass and looked around expectantly as he arranged his expression into a mean look to discourage challenges to his authority. This is gonna be easy money.
* * * *
Dmitri didn’t hear his phone ringing over the noise of the jukebox and the yelling of the patrons, but he felt it vibrating in his pocket. He looked closely at it and saw it was after eleven, and that the fiery redhead was calling him. He smiled as he answered.
“Yeah?”
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bsp; “Hello, Dmitri,” she purred. “Miss me?”
“I’m hard already just hearing your voice…so yeah.”
“And I’ve got my fingers in my pussy because I’m…hey! Why do I hear so much noise? Are you partying without me?”
“No, I…”
“Bullshit! I hear music and yelling and stuff. Where the hell are you?”
“I’m working.”
“Where?”
“That bar you took me to on Saturday? I stopped here for a drink yesterday and they needed a weeknight bouncer. I got hired on the spot. Tonight’s the billiards contest. Last night was darts. Tomorrow night’s the wet tee-shirt contest with karaoke.”
“Wet tee-shirt, huh? Think I could win?”
“Honey, if you put on a white T-shirt with no bra, I’d be fired for punching out all of the men who grabbed at your tits…or I’d be fired for fucking you on the pool table.”
Alexandra was silent for so long that Dmitri asked, “You still there?”
He heard her moan and smiled.
“You just made yourself come, didn’t you?”
“No, you made me come. I’m tempted to head down there right now in a white tee-shirt just to see what happens.”
“Don’t. So, why’d you call? I thought we were gonna stick to weekends only.”
“Yeah, I know I told you that’s my rule. I don’t combine my biker-self with my businesswoman-self, but I can’t stop thinking about you. My pussy has finally stopped aching from the pounding you gave me, but now I want some more.”
Some guys walked in and Dmitri had to say, “Wait a minute, honey,” while he collected their money and stamped the backs of their hands. Once he had put the money into the lock box he asked, “So what do you want from me?”
“Come over tonight.”
“I’m not done until after one.”
“I don’t care. I’ll wait up.”
“Does that make this a booty call?”
“Yeah, but I’m the one who’s calling, so you’re the one supplying the booty.”
“Whatever you say, babe.”
“So are you coming or not?”
“Not yet, but I will be as soon as I can get there.”
“I’d leave the door open but I know I don’t have to. You just let yourself in and I’ll be waiting for you.”
“Keep it juicy until I get there.”
“Bastard! I will.”
He hung up and smiled at the phone.
How the hell am I going to convince such a horny woman that the only man she needs is me? She’s used to getting what she wants from any man she asks. But playing hard-to-get is impossible. All I can think about is slamming myself into her again until she shrieks out my name. Damn!
* * * *
Shortly after one, Dmitri pushed the door closed and locked it. He listened for a moment and thought he heard a noise from the master bedroom, which was where he was headed anyway. He tossed his leather jacket onto the sofa and headed down the hall. What he saw when he got close to the open door made him stop in his tracks as all the blood in his body raced for his groin.
Alexandra was on her stomach on a weight bench, doing lateral flies. He only glanced for a quick moment at her back as the muscles bulged with each lift of the weights. His eyes grew larger, as did his cock, when he noticed she was wearing a white tee-shirt with a tiny, lacy white thong. Since she was lying on her stomach with her legs spread and her feet on either side of the bench, he had a great view of the area barely covered by the thong.
Holy fucking hell! Woman, you are trying to kill me!
The only noise he made was a strangled moan, but it was loud enough for Alexandra to put her weights down and sit up. She swung one leg around so that she reversed direction and what little ability Dmitri had to think left him. All he could do was stare lustfully at the thin white tee-shirt that accentuated her large, erect nipples, making even the bumps on her areolas harden under his gaze.
“Hi honey,” she purred. “I did some cardio earlier, now I’m finishing up my weight-lifting. Gotta keep myself in shape so I can keep up with you, right?”
She licked her lips and smiled.
Dmitri gave up trying to speak. Instead he strode forward quickly, stopping directly in front of Alexandra. She turned her face up to stare into his eyes, while her hands began pushing her breasts together, then her fingers played with the nipples while Dmitri’s eyes turned black with arousal.
The only noise in the room was his panting as he bent his head and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking it though the tee-shirt. Alexandra sighed as she let him push her backwards to lie on the bench, his lips still attached to her, his teeth now nipping in between sweeps of his tongue. She closed her eyes to concentrate on the immensity of the feelings building in her, but opened them to moan in disappointment when he let go of her nipple with a pop.
His face doesn’t even look human anymore! He looks like lust personified! Ooh, I have a feeling I’m gonna get it good tonight!
Dmitri put a large hand on either side of her ample hips and pulled her down to the edge of the bench before ripping of her thong by snapping the sides open. She watched as he feverishly tore at his pants, getting them open then not even bothering to step out of them. He grabbed her hips again and aimed himself at the inflamed, engorged mouth of her pussy, taking only a moment to rub himself around her opening, spreading their juices around before he pulled her up and stabbed his way into her in one forceful push.
He fills me! Every part of me is squeezing and he’s wide enough to almost split me open when he pushes into me! I feel every ridge and vein on his cock!
“Oh, my fucking God! Deeper, Dmitri! Deeper!” Alexandra wrapped her legs around his hips and locked her ankles behind his ass. She looked up at his face as he worked. Sweat glistened on his face, set into a grimace of pleasure as he gritted his teeth trying to maintain control.
He let go of one hip while pulling out then pounded back into her again. He cupped a breast, pulling and rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, his grip this side of pain. Alexandra began to wail as she felt her orgasm nearing. With a shriek that could wake the dead, she screamed out her pleasure, her eyelids squeezed tightly shut so she could watch the fireworks exploding in her head.
“Aah!” She took a quick breath. “Aah!”
Dmitri pushed in one final time and held her tightly against his groin as he exploded, his come spurting into her with the force of a geyser. He howled out his pleasure at the intensity of his orgasms as he came, riding along with Alexandra on the roller coaster of multiple orgasms, each of them dragging the other along with each new after-shock.
Countless long minutes passed as each of them panted from exertion, chests heaving with the need for oxygen to supply the blood still pounding through their bodies. Dmitri fell forward and Alexandra caught him before his hands stopped on the weight bench, his arms locked at the elbows, to keep the bulk of his weight from crushing her. She pressed her face to his chest, licking the salty sweat from his black chest hair, lightly teasing his nipples with her tongue. Her arms encircled his barrel of a chest, feeling him heave as his breathing gradually slowed down.
“And I thought I was done with the cardio part of my work-out,” she began when she could talk again.
Dmitri opened his eyes to stare into hers. Gradually a smile pulled the corners of his lips upwards.
“All I could think about after you called was what you would look like with a white tee-shirt on. And here you are. Do me a favor and don’t ever wear it bra-less like this in public.”
Alexandra tossed her hair to ask archly, “Oh? Why is that?”
“Because I’ll have to kill any other man who tries to touch you, then I’ll fuck you until you scream. I’m sorry, but it’s not possible for me to react any other way. You make me crazy, like I’m not even human anymore…”
She smiled broadly. “Good! That’s how you make me feel too.”
“But now I
need to sit down before my legs give out. They’ve finally stopped shaking, but with my pants still on my ankles, I can’t maintain my balance for much longer.”
She nodded. “I’ll let you go for now, but once you get your pants completely off, you need to get into my bed for round two, you animal!”
His eyebrows rose. “Tomorrow’s a workday for you, right? Means an early morning?”
Alexandra shrugged. “I don’t care anymore. I spent the last two days at work remembering how much I love to fuck with you. I couldn’t sit down without the aching from my pussy reminding me how wide you are, and how hard you push your way into me. Just thinking about it made me leak into a couple more slips and skirts that will now have to be dry-cleaned.”
Dmitri smiled broadly while he threw his pants aside and held out his hands to pull her up and off of the bench. When she stood, he encircled her in his arms and crushed her to him fiercely, muttering into her hair, “I’m glad the memory burns in your mind. I’ve barely thought about anything else except how much I want to be inside of you, making you scream again. You are fast becoming an addiction for me, Sashka.”
He felt her turn her head upwards to look at his face, so he relaxed his hold slightly. She gave his ass cheeks a final squeeze before her hands traveled up his back. They traced a lazy path up his stomach to his chest, to rest on his shoulders as she gazed into his eyes.
“What did you call me?”
“Sashka. It’s a form of endearment in Russia for women named Alexandra.”
Her eyebrows rose. “Oh, it is, huh? I had to read The Brothers Karamazov when I was in college. What drove me crazy was all the names each person had, depending on who was talking to them, and how closely-related they were. This is the same kind of thing, huh?”
Dmitri nodded slowly, his head lowering so he could brush his lips gently against hers.
“Yes, my woman,” he breathed against her lips before trailing his tongue along the side of her chin down to her neck, where he blew into her ear and nipped her earlobe.