by Abbi Cook
So instead of saying the words, I just close my eyes and shake my head. I wait for him to say something else, but there are no words as he pushes my dress up my thighs and forces my legs open wide.
I look down to see him reach out to drag his finger down the front of my panties. My thighs tremble from the exquisite sensations rushing through my body from just that single touch between my legs.
“So responsive. What kind of man has a woman like you and never goes down on her?”
He doesn’t wait for me to answer before he leans forward and presses a kiss to the very spot where he just touched a minute ago. Strings of need race from between my legs through my body, and I can’t stop a tiny moan from escaping from my lips.
Lifting his head, he grins up at me like a naughty schoolboy. “When you think about this later, I want you to remember how fucking incredible my tongue felt on your pussy.”
I don’t have time to respond to anything he says because in the next second, he tugs my panties down my legs and tosses them off to the side, leaving me completely open to him. Sliding his hand up between my breasts, he pushes me back on the sofa. I feel his breath between my legs, and then a second later, his tongue touches me and it’s like fireworks explode behind my eyelids.
His mouth devours me, creating waves of pleasure each time he drags his tongue over my skin. I want to move, to do something to increase this feeling, but his right hand holds my hips to the cushion while the other encircles my neck. I’m completely under his control.
I can’t think clearly. No man has ever put his mouth on me like this, and with each second that ticks by, I lose the ability to do much more than breathe and moan. When Alexei slides a single finger inside me, that’s all my body can take. I cry out and arch my back, unsure I can handle any more but desperate for him to never stop.
He sits back on his heels and smiles, his lips wet from being on me. No one has ever looked as utterly sensual as he does now staring up at me after what he just did.
“That was incredible, little bird. Everything I imagined and more.”
I move to push my dress down my body, but he stops me with a simple shake of his head. “Leave it up. We’re not done.”
Not done? What does he mean?
Chapter Twenty-Five
Alexei
Fuck! I didn’t think it was possible for Natalie to be any more beautiful, but as I watched her come from my mouth on her pussy, she became utter perfection in front of my eyes. I’ve never been a huge fan of virgins, but maybe I’ve been wrong all this time.
I sit down next to her, ready for round two. She looks over at me clearly confused what I meant when I said we’re not done. No doubt, that asshole husband of hers not only doesn’t eat her out but he’s one of those guys who gets off himself and then rolls off her after they fuck missionary style.
Opening my pants, I take my cock out and give it a couple strokes before pulling Natalie onto my lap. With my hands on her hips, I hold her over me and look up into her eyes to see a mixture of fear and anticipation.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you from the moment I laid eyes on you, little bird. Ready to go again?”
Shyly, she admits what I already know. “I’m not sure. I’ve never done that before, and I’ve definitely never done two types of sex in one day.”
Jesus fucking Christ when this woman says things like that I just want to wreck her. I want to fuck her so well that she can’t walk after I’m done and that jackass of a husband will know another man has finally screwed his wife the way she deserves.
Sliding my hand around the back of her head, I pull her mouth to me and kiss her like her lips contain the secret to my fucking existence. She’s hesitant at first, but then gives in and kisses me back.
“Can you taste yourself on my lips?” I ask before swiping my tongue across them. “You taste like sweetness and innocence and heaven all wrapped up in one.”
Lifting my hips off the sofa, I nudge my cock against her wet pussy. She’s ready, and I’m more than fucking willing.
“Ride me, Natalie. Give me what I’ve been dying for,” I groan as I push her down onto my cock.
Her cunt is tight, and her body fights me for a second. She whimpers once, so I force her legs further apart and push into her, filling her body completely. I expected her to be tight, but for a second I can’t help but wonder if Adam Anchoff has ever actually had sex with his wife. Maybe that’s why he’s never gotten that baby he so desperately wants.
Natalie stares into my eyes, and in hers the softness gives way to something else I can’t place. Stuffing my hand into her hair, I tighten my hold just enough to give her a tiny lick of pain to go with what my cock offers. She lets a soft cry out that only makes me want to fuck her harder.
With my other hand, I grab her hip and start to move her up and down. I think it might be possible she doesn’t know what I mean by ride me if all she’s ever had is missionary fucking sex. God, I hate that husband of hers.
She obeys and doesn’t fight me, riding my cock tentatively. Not that she’s bad at it, but I’m sure she’ll be better next time. And the time after that.
I tug her sundress down, exposing her tits, and take a nipple in my mouth. Her skin tastes like peaches. I suck it hard and bite down with my teeth, making her cry out again. I need to remember she’s new at this and not some woman who gets off on pain like I do.
With a pout that makes me want to fuck that pretty mouth of hers, she whines, “That hurt.”
As I thrust into her, I groan, “What did I tell you about pleasure and pain?”
Natalie twists her face into a scowl but continues to ride my cock. “Maybe you like pain, but I’m not sure I do.”
I pull her hair, yanking her head back, and smile. “You do. Every time I give you some, your cunt gets even wetter. Trust me. You like it, little bird.”
Her response is to give my hair a tug, surprising me. Pain only heightens sex for me, so it’s like she’s unleashed the dragon when she does it a second time.
Grabbing her face, I pull it to me and kiss her. “You want to play, little girl?”
Her eyes grow wide, and I cup her breast with my hand, pinching the nipple hard. She whimpers, but as I slide up inside her, she’s wetter than ever. My little bird likes it a little rough.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good around my cock.”
I give her hair another sharp tug and sense her body surrender to me even more. I love how responsive she is to every tiny thing. She’s also timid, and I want to see her give in to me more.
Wrapping my arm around her, I change our position so she’s on her back on the sofa and I’m on top of her. She looks up at me wide-eyed and innocent while I strip off my shirt and toss it behind me.
Her gaze wanders over my chest and abs like she’s never seen anything like me in her life. It really is like she’s a virgin.
I take her hand and press it to my chest. Her touch is featherlight and unsure as she slowly moves over my skin down toward my waist. It’s like I’m something foreign to her.
When she moves her hand away, I lean down and kiss her. “I like when you touch me, Natalie. You don’t have to stop.”
“Everything about you frightens me. I don’t know what to do with you because I know so little about how to make a man happy. I’m sorry.”
Sadness fills her expression, so I smile and bring her hand to my lips and kiss her palm. “You’re perfect, Natalie. Don’t be sorry for anything.”
“I know I’m not…”
I stop her with a kiss. “You are perfect, little bird. Never forget that.”
By the time we finish, I can’t believe how incredible being with her is. I don’t know if it’s how innocent she is or how much she wants to be loved. She’s not desperate or pathetic. She’s simply the purest soul I’ve ever met.
She lays her head on my chest and lets out a tiny sigh. “When you said you had other tattoos, I didn’t think you meant so many.”
Looking down at h
er, I smile at how sweet she is. “Don’t you like them?”
Her fingers trail over one of the two starbursts on my chest, and she tilts her head back to look at me. “I do. I just didn’t expect all of them.”
She falls silent and sighs again. I know what’s wrong, and I know she’s going to torment herself about this.
I kiss the top of her head and squeeze her to me. “Natalie, promise me something.”
Another sigh, this one a little heavier, drifts over my chest. I wait for her to speak, but she says nothing. “What’s wrong, little bird?”
Natalie forces a smile. “Nothing.”
I consider telling her to never drink anything that husband of hers gives her and that she can always call me if she’s ever in trouble, but the truth is the only real danger to Natalie is the man holding her in his arms right now.
So I say nothing, knowing she won’t press me on what I wanted her to promise. Everything between us rests on a basis of lies, so what good would promises be anyway? We can swear to keep our secret, but with anything else, none of our vows will be worth anything.
She’s still another man’s wife, and I’m still the man hired to kill her. Nothing we’ve done changes that.
I watch from the window as she walks down the street, knowing that I can’t keep putting off the inevitable. I’ve already let myself get too involved.
As I get ready to leave the apartment, my phone vibrates in my coat pocket. Fishing it out, I see a number I don’t recognize but answer it anyway.
“Hello?”
The caller remains silent. I close the front door behind me, check the lock, and then repeat, “Hello? Who is this?”
“Alexei?” a teary voice asks.
I don’t recognize the person, but it’s a female. That I can tell.
“Yes. Who is this?”
“Natalie.”
What’s happened to make her cry and why is she calling me?
“What’s wrong? You’re crying. What happened?” I ask as I hurry down the hallway toward the elevator doors just closing.
I slip in between them and begin the descent to the first floor with some guy. A second into the ride I realize I don’t have any fucking service because I’m stuck in an elevator.
“Natalie? Can you hear me? Natalie?”
But there’s nothing but silence. Fucking cell phone!
I impatiently watch as what feels like the slowest elevator ride in history moves past the second floor and then seems to crawl toward the main floor. By the time the doors finally open, I feel like I’m going to explode. I bolt out into the hallway and run outside into the sun, hoping I can get her back.
A second later, I stop under a tree in front of the building to take advantage of the shade and call her back. She answers a few moments later, sounding just as upset as before the call dropped.
“Hello?”
“Natalie, what’s wrong? Why did you call me?” I ask as I hurry down the street back the way she and I walked just a couple hours before.
“I don’t know what to do,” she says, practically sobbing.
Breaking into a jog, I rush across the street against the light and nearly get run over by some guy in a white Prius who angrily honks his tiny car horn at me as he races down the street. I don’t know why I’m running. She hasn’t told me she’s in trouble or hurt, but I feel like I need to move faster now.
“Where are you? Why are you crying? What happened?” I ask, bombarding her with questions.
“I’m walking to my car. I can’t go home, Alexei. He’ll know, and he’ll kill me.”
The way she phrases that makes me cringe. No, he won’t kill you, Natalie. Trust me.
“Why are you crying?” I ask as I continue to jog down the sidewalk searching for her.
“I feel so guilty! What we did was wrong. Now I can’t go home. I don’t know what to do.”
Jesus, if anyone’s near her, they must think she’s having a breakdown. I need to find her before she falls apart right on the goddamned street.
I see her a block ahead of me, so I say, “Natalie, don’t move. I’m right behind you, so I’ll be there in a second. Don’t leave. Do you understand me?”
She turns around in the middle of the busy street to look for me, and I watch in horror as a car nearly runs her over. My jog turns into a full out sprint up the sidewalk as she stands frozen in the street. By the time I reach her, drivers are honking their horns and screaming for her to get the hell off the road.
I hurry her onto the sidewalk and into the corner of the doorway of some office building as she sobs into her hands. Shielding her from people walking by, I pull her into me and wrap my arms around her trembling body.
“You’re okay, Natalie. I didn’t mean for you to stop in the middle of the road,” I whisper against the top of her head.
She tilts her head back to look up at me and wipes the mascara from under her eyes. “Stop making jokes. This isn’t funny.”
“No, little bird, it’s not.”
Tears fill her eyes and threaten to spill out onto her cheeks. “Don’t call me that.”
“Why?”
“Because you shouldn’t. That’s why. Because I shouldn’t be your little anything. Because what we’re doing is wrong.”
What I shouldn’t do is care that she just told me not to use my pet name for her. The problem is I do care and it fucking bothers me that she doesn’t want me to call her that anymore.
I push all that down and shrug as nonchalantly as possible, even as I can’t help but notice that wedding band on her ring finger. “Fine. I won’t call you that anymore, Natalie. Would you prefer I call you by your full name? Maybe I should just call you Mrs. Anchoff. Would that make you happy?”
As I snap at her, she shakes her head and begins to cry again. “Why are you being like this?”
“Like what? You just told me you didn’t want me to call you my nickname for you anymore. I was just asking the next logical questions, Natalie.”
Her face morphs into the saddest expression I’ve ever seen, and tears roll down over her cheeks as she looks up at me. She wants to be saved, but she doesn’t want me as her savior. Fine. Then I won’t be.
“Well, now that you’re safely out of the middle of the road, I’m guessing you can get yourself back to your car. Have a good day, Natalie.”
I can’t fucking bring myself to call her Mrs. Anchoff. Just saying it that one time made me feel like I might puke.
As I move to walk away, she says in a soft voice, “Please stop saying my name like that. It sounds like you hate me.”
Looking back at her, I have to stop myself from taking her into my arms and holding her to me as I apologize. I can’t do that. I can’t be her savior.
“I don’t hate you. I always love having a woman I just slept with tell me she doesn’t want to ever see me again.”
“I never said that!”
With one step toward her, I crowd her space and press my body against hers. “In so many words, that is what you said, Natalie.”
I’m being cruel. I know that, and still I don’t stop. I want her to feel as bad as I feel. I want her to beg for me to call her that nickname, and then I won’t.
That’s a lie. Yet another on top of all the others that exist between us. I will call her that. I want to because it’s what makes her mine.
Not the fucking. Not the crying because I hurt her, or the anger because she hurt me. What makes her mine is that name. Little bird. She’s the only person in the world I think of when I say those words.
Natalie, my little bird.
She hangs her head and says quietly, “Why can’t you understand why I can’t keep doing this?”
“I can. So we won’t keep doing this, as you call it. I was happy to leave. You’re the one who keeps talking to keep me here.”
When she looks up at me, I see my words have succeeded in their mission. She’s as hurt as I am. Nice. Now the two of us feel like shit.
Ain’t love g
rand?
“I can’t go home, Alexei. He’ll know.”
That gets her another shrug. “Then don’t go home. Go to your sister’s.”
She sighs heavily. “I can’t do that. I don’t want to bring her into this.”
“Into what? There is no this anymore, Natalie.”
Hurt fills her eyes, and she screams, “Stop saying my name like that!”
Two women passing by the doorway stop and look over at us, so I quickly take her into my arms and press a kiss to the top of her head before I say loudly enough for the two women to hear, “It will be okay, baby. I promise. Don’t worry.”
My sweet words seem to be enough to assure them all is well between Natalie and me, so they set off on their way down the sidewalk and I step back from her. “Stop screaming. People can hear you, and if you’re worried about your husband finding out what we did, the surest way to do that is to cause a scene.”
“I didn’t mean to cause a scene. I just hate when you say my name like that,” she says with a pout.
“Like what? So I can’t use my pet name and now I can’t use your given name. That only leaves me with one choice.”
Natalie’s eyes get wide, and she shakes her head. “No, please don’t call me that.”
Neither one of us wants to hear those two fucking words. Fine. At least we can agree on that. But that doesn’t change how I feel.
Leaning down, I slide my hand around her throat and whisper in her ear, “So what am I supposed to call you? The woman I fucked? You’ve taken all the other names off the table, baby.”
When I move to take my hand away from her, she covers it with her own and softly says, “Please call me little bird, Alexei. I’ve never had anyone give me a nickname. Please.”
I could break her right now. This very moment could be the time when I shatter her by refusing to give in to that tiny request. I want to be that man who ruins her with the mere shake of my head. I’ve been that man with everyone else, so why can’t I be that with her?