by Parker, Zoey
“Ready?” I growled out the question. I was more than willing, and from the wetness coming from her, I already knew she was, too.
So I didn’t wait for her to respond. I just rammed into her. She gasped, the sound both startled and excited, and maybe relieved, too. Then she closed her eyes as I thrust in and out a few times.
When Kelly kept her eyes closed, I shook my head and slowed my pacing until I stopped. I leaned down over her. “Open…” I thrust hard. “Your…” I pulled almost all the way out. “Eyes.” I rammed back in, deep and far.
Her eyes opened, and she reached up and touched my face. “You too,” she demanded softly.
I hadn’t even realized I closed them. Too caught up in the moment, I guessed. What the hell was she doing to me?
With relish, I took my time, going slow and then fast and then slow again, ramming hard and then more gently. Having sex with eyes wide open was so fucking amazing. I could see just how close Kelly was to coming, and I would stall, hoping that the longer build up would make her eventual orgasm that much stronger.
A few times, I brought myself to the brink, and I would halt, not moving, not wanting to give in, not just yet. As far as I could tell, she hadn’t orgasmed yet either, but that would come. I would make certain of it.
All of a sudden, right after one of the times when I halted, she sat up and wrapped her arms around me. I slid my fingers under her ass and picked her up, still going at it. I didn’t bother to find a wall to brace ourselves against, just shifted her up and down on my length, again and again, and holy fuck if I didn’t stop now…
I didn’t stop.
I came.
And I made sure to keep my eyes open.
A second later, she tilted her head back but then leaned forward, pressing her forehead to mine, her eyes open as she moaned, her words too breathless for me to make out. The look in her eyes…I could see how much pleasure I was giving her, and that only served to increase my own pleasure. Her walls squeezed me hard as she came, too, massaging my cock, and I finished empting myself deep inside of her.
I had had sex before without a condom, but I never came inside a woman before. Previously, I had pulled out and let the woman blow me to finish. But this, this giving of myself, this wanting to have a child…but it was also wanting to feel every bit of her inside and out, it wasn’t like anything I had ever anticipated.
Yes, this was just a business transaction, but holy hell, the sex had ended up being far hotter than I had had in a long time. Kelly had been a wildcat, incredibly responsive, and surprisingly lovely, too. Sex with eyes open…I’d never done that before, but I was more than willing to do it again, with her.
In my world, not a lot of things were certain — the least of which dealt with that bastard Mikhail Vasilev, finding him and serving him by revenge — but there was one thing I was completely certain about and that was that I would be enjoying this arrangement for as long as it lasted.
Chapter 13 Kelly
My heart was still beating frantically, and I couldn’t think of anything to say. My throat was a little sore from all the moaning and screaming. I couldn’t help myself. I had never been a screamer before, but when you had mind-blowing sex…
Here I was, still embraced in Andrei’s arms, my legs wrapped around his torso, as he stood in the middle of his room where we just had sex upright, a first for me — Andrei Petrov, the mob boss.
And my business partner to some extent.
I knew I shouldn’t enjoy the sex as much as I had, but sex with Andrei was nothing like I had ever experienced before. And this was just the start. Our first time together. First of many yet to come.
I had been worried that he wouldn’t be a tender or kind man in bed, that he wouldn’t care if I orgasmed or not. And considering I came so close several times and then he pulled back so I wouldn’t…I thought he was evil and wicked and purposely torturing me. But all of that teasing had resulted in the strongest orgasm I ever had. So incredible. I already wanted more.
Compared to my ex-boyfriend… there was no comparison. Not at all.
Oh God, this was both wonderful and terrible. He was going to ruin me for all other guys because once I gave him a son, this would all be over and no more of the hottest sex ever. I’d have to start experimenting with sex toys or something. I wondered if Andrei would be opposed to us using toys…
Maybe this business arrangement wouldn’t be so terrible after all. I still had some reservations about the whole thing, but at least the sex was amazing. Thank God for that. It did make things less awkward.
He easily carried me over to the bed and bent down to lower me on top of it. Only then did he slip himself out of me. His cum oozed from between my legs. Messy but hot. I’d never had sex without a condom before, and a secret thrill ran through me. It felt so naughty to be doing this. In a way, I was being paid for sex, and it should feel tainted, but right now, I wasn’t thinking about the money. I was more wrapped up in how my body was feeling, and I felt so deliciously sore in all the right places.
A wave of sexual exhaustion rolled through me, but I lifted onto my arms to sit up and stare at him. God, he was hot, with that bad boy edge. He hadn’t been a boy in bed, though. He had been so dominating and controlling and manly…just what I needed.
“Regretting your contract with me?” I asked teasingly, almost too tired to smile at him.
But then a ribbon of fear cut through me. What if it hadn’t been as good for him as it had been for me? What if he fired me, ripped up the contract, threw me out, took away the nurse he sent to take care of my mom while I was away.
Without a word, Andrei turned his back to me. I hadn’t realized I clawed him. There were a few faint scratches on his back. I had been so caught up in the heat of the moment. He hadn’t complained any, and he had seemed to like what I had been doing to him, but what if it had just been an act? I couldn’t read his facial expression, and the knot in my stomach grew tighter and tighter the longer he kept his silence.
He picked up his ruined shirt and twisted it into a ball. He still wasn’t wearing any clothes. Some starlight filtered through the window, giving him a halo. The way the light hit against his muscles…wow. Russian god was right.
Why did he have to be a mob boss, too? Then again, if he hadn’t been, we never would’ve gotten together. Not that I could be certain that he and I would never have met. My best friend had dated one of his men.
Slowly, he turned around to face me, his movement deliberate, controlled. “Are you regretting it?” he asked, his voice low and deep and…worried? That couldn’t be right. He had nothing to be worried about. His sexual expertise couldn’t be denied. How many women had he slept with to become such a sexual god? Not that I was complaining. I would just reap the benefit of his long hours of practice over the years.
Was I regretting it? How could he ask that? “No,” I said too quickly, shaking my head emphatically.
He laughed, the sound tickling me and making me squeeze my legs together tight. “Good. Get some rest.”
Oh. So he was leaving already. Of course. He wasn’t going to be the cuddling kind. I couldn’t forget who he was, what his job was. I couldn’t risk actually falling for him. Not that I knew much about him outside of his amazing skills in the bedroom.
Wow. One romp under the sheets — well, standing up near the bed and not actually on it — and this guy had me tied up in knots. I had to be more careful. I had to guard myself. I couldn’t risk forgetting my place. He was paying me. This was a job. Nothing more.
Andrei nodded at me, and I nodded back, and then he left, quietly closing the door behind him.
Sighing with contentment, I stretched out on the bed, relishing in my sore muscles. Not bothering to get dressed, I fell asleep quickly.
Just like earlier that night, the sound of the door opening woke me, and again, Andrei was standing in the doorway. I sat up, heart pounding. Round two? Already?
I sure wasn’t going to complain about t
hat!
Gauging by the amount of light coming in from the windows, it was just before dawn, but any bit of tiredness melted away as Andrei closed the door with his foot and locked it. The click echoed in the room, and so did his footsteps as he stalked toward the bed. His gaze raked over me, taking in my nakedness.
“Ready for me, I see,” he said, his tone low and husky.
I nodded, too dazed to speak. This man affected me both powerfully and physically.
Yes, physically. That would only ever be the extent of our relationship. I had to always keep that in mind. Just a uterus. That’s all I am to him. But if that was the case, why had he done everything in his power to make me have the best orgasm ever?
“I think I like the idea of you being naked in your room at all times,” he said, his every word sending a jolt through me. He stood before me, his fingers trailing seductively up my thigh and then from my shoulder down my arm.
“I think I would like the idea of you being naked when you’re in my room with me.” I grinned at him. There was something so freeing about this — about knowing exactly where I stood with him. We were together for one purpose. I didn’t have to worry about romance. I didn’t have to worry that one of us cared more about the other — like Ryan, my ex-boyfriend, who came out of nowhere and proposed way before I was ready for that kind of commitment. And I didn’t have to worry about anything other than having a good time in the sheets.
And I was so ready for another good time. He was, too, his bulge big and thick and just looking at it had me wanting to spread my legs, to let him have his way with me.
“You liked earlier?” he asked, leaning down so his body was inches from mine. The heat radiating from his body left me panting. He had hardly touched me, and I was already putty.
“Yes.” I nodded several times. Liked was an understatement. It had been so amazing.
“Good.” His grin was slow and sexy. “Are you ready for more?”
“Yes,” I repeated, trying to hide my desperation.
“Even better.” His smile grew even wider. “Are you willing to let me have my way with you?”
A delicious thrill shot straight to my core. What exactly did he mean? Have my way with you. Whatever it meant, I was ready and willing. “Yes,” I whispered. I could feel myself grow wet.
Andrei took a step back, his face a chiseled mask of gorgeous beauty. “Strip me,” he demanded, his tone suggesting I better move heaven and earth to comply.
So he wanted to order me around. I could handle that. I had a feeling there weren’t going to be many things I would deny him.
I sat up, then got on all fours and crawled over to him, kneeling to be able to reach his shirt. I pulled it up over his head and leaned forward to lick one of his nipples but then hung back before my tongue could touch his skin. If he wanted to give me orders, it might be better to ask for permission or to see if he would tell me to do that.
Screw that. I wasn’t gonna ask for permission.
My tongue flicked over one nipple and then the other one.
He inhaled sharply, and I grinned as I worked on his belt. I liked that I was keeping him on his toes. The belt was finely crafted. Never thought about belts being expensive, but this one obviously was. Andrei had money, and everything about him showed his wealth, power, and prestige. Even with him half naked. For a moment, I took in the sight of him, especially below the belt. His pants were tented already, and I wanted to touch his cock, to feel it, to lick it.
I unbuttoned his slacks and unzipped them. My hands didn’t shake as I pushed his pants and boxer briefs down below his ass. I wanted to reach around and grab that ass, but I thought it might be better to behave myself, so I instead leaned forward to push his clothes down more, which brought my mouth closer to his cock. Screw behaving.
But before my lips could come in contact with his cock, he pulled back so suddenly I had to grab onto the bed to prevent myself from falling over. In a quick, clearly practiced move, he stepped out of and kicked off his pants and boxer briefs, his cock sticking straight out, pointing at me.
“Now what?” I asked him eagerly. I brushed my hair back over my shoulder. This confidence I felt was amazing. I hadn’t had a ton of lovers myself, and the first couple of times Ryan and I had sex, I had been so nervous I hadn’t been able to come. In all the times we had been together, I only orgasmed a handful of times. Just another one of the several reasons I couldn’t say yes when he proposed. Maybe I had been too afraid to let go, to enjoy myself with Ryan, but with Andrei, everything was different. It probably was because I didn’t have an emotional attachment to him. We were together to have sex, plain and simple, and that was that. While I did have a slight worry that I had to impress him, I felt like I had already passed that test and measured up to his expectations, and now I could be feel free to do whatever I wanted.
Or whatever he wanted.
Then again, maybe I should be a lot more worried about impressing Andrei than I ever had with Ryan. If Andrei grew bored of me, what if he decided to find someone else to give him an heir? I figured his timeline to have one had to be short or else he wouldn’t be willing to pay two million dollars, but he also struck me as the kind of guy who wanted everything to be perfect. He wanted results and now, and he wasn’t going to settle for just anyone, and he would definitely want to be pleasured if he was spending that kind of cash.
If I didn’t keep him happy in the bedroom, he might kick me out, and that realization made any remaining glow from earlier fade away. I crossed my arms over my chest, huddling into myself, like a turtle retreating inside of her shell.
Andrei frowned, and I knew being scared wasn’t an option, so I uncrossed my arms and thrust out my chest toward him. “Now what?” I asked again, doing my best to sound as confident as I had just felt a few moments ago.
I can do this. I can do whatever he wants in the bedroom. He’s paying me well enough that I can ensure the sex is good for him. Doesn’t matter if it’s good for me, too. This is all about him.
“I don’t want you to say one word,” he said, eyeing me. My face. Not my chest.
I nodded. I could keep quiet, or try my hardest to. I tended to moan…a lot. I had turned into a screamer last night. But I had been a lot quieter with Ryan. If Andrei wanted silence, I could manage.
He smirked, and I wondered if he figured I’d have a hard time keeping quiet with him. I hadn’t realized at first just how loud I had been last night, too caught up in the moment, but then right when my orgasm hit, I lost control. He had pushed me over the edge, off the cliff, and screaming had been the only way I could let loose and be free.
“I want you to lie down,” he instructed, pointing at the bed.
I sprawled out on the bed and waited.
“On your back,” he dictated, moving a long finger into a circle.
I rolled over and grinned. So far, this was simple. Simple I could do.
“Arms above your head.” When I complied, he added, “Good. Now don’t move.”
Don’t move? But he said not to talk, so I couldn’t question him. I just lay there, wondering what he had planned, the waiting driving me crazy. As much as I wanted to listen and obey, I didn’t want him to be the only one to touch me. I wanted to run my hands all over his hard body. I wanted to touch and feel and explore. I wanted to learn every tender spot. I wanted to memorize his body for the long, lonely nights I’d face after we parted ways.
Something long and hard jabbed against my ass but only for a second. His hands touched my shoulders, rubbing them, messaging them, his pressure a little light, soft and gentle, like a feather. I wanted to wiggle around, to sigh, but I didn’t. I was a good girl.
Then his fingers teased down my sides, and he reached forward to pinch my nipples before resuming his massage on my back. The pinching, the sudden pain, almost got me to gasp, but I held it in. It amazed me how much control I had to exhibit to not move, to not react verbally. It heightened the experience. Made it all the more incredible
.
When his fingers trailed down lower, he cupped my ass then slapped it with one hand while shoving fingers deep inside me with the other hand. And I was done.
I just couldn’t help myself any longer. I rocked back against his fingers, and a loud moan slipped out. It felt way too good for me to just accept it. I needed more. I had to have more.
He immediately withdrew and slapped my ass again, harder this time. “I thought I told you not to talk,” he scolded.
Should I apologize? Or would that earn me another slap? I opted for silence.
“Did you hear me?” he asked, and he slapped me again. So many slaps so close together hurt, but he was massaging my ass now, and damn it all, if I wasn’t wet — really wet. I was a mess, a hot mess. He was taking bits and pieces of me, and I didn’t know if I could ever be put back to right again.