Naughty Bedtime Stories: First Taste

by Trixie Taylor

  Right as her nerves started to kick in, his hands moved to her arms and she breathed in deep. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

  The soap made the friction slippery, and his hands moved over her shoulders and across her collarbone. Letting her head rest against his body, his silky touch traveled over her breasts. Sergei let out a noise and squeezed, her nipples pinching between his fingers.

  “Oh,” she breathed out loud.

  He worked his way around her breasts, massaging them in small circles. The sensation traveled down her body and tingled between her legs. She felt his heart trying to escape his chest and it spurred her on. Rocking her hips, she moved against him, up and down. Her body instinctively followed the rhythm he created.

  Sergei responded to her silent request. His right hand traveled down her stomach, and two fingers came to rest in the V of her legs. With one hand on her chest, and one over her swollen bud, he began massaging in those damn maddening circles once again.

  His thick cock was pressed hard and hot against her spine. The whole experience melted Jade into a moaning, squirming mess. She used his legs as leverage and pressed her ass into his arousal in time with his fingers.

  “What does it take to be inside you?” he whispered in her ear, before nipping on it with his teeth. “What more must I do, lyubov moya?”

  She stiffened, the tingly feeling disappearing. “More?” She opened her eyes and stopped moving.

  “I saved life twice. I let you live with me—”

  Anger flared, stomping down her earlier desire. “And you think that entitles you to my virginity?” Jade sat up and pushed away from him. Ignoring the surprised look on his face, she reached for a towel. “I’ll never understand men. It’s not just what you do, it’s how you do it and why you do it!” She carefully stood and wrapped the soft towel around herself.

  “Virgin?” His face crumpled in confusion. “No man has ever…”

  “That’s what virginity means.” She threw her hand in the air, mortification burned in her chest. “You keep trying to screw me. Is that what my safety costs, Sergei? Is that what you want from me? My fucking virgin blood?”

  She was pissed, and damned if she didn’t want to slap the shit out of him. Valuing her life, Jade decided on another course of action and tightened the towel around her waist, storming out of the bathroom. Fuck him and his needy-ass cock. Of course, her virginity was worth her life, but shit… the asshole could at least wine and dine her first.

  3. Sergei

  Sergei watched in amazement as Jade rushed from the room. He thought to go after her and make her explain, but the flash of vulnerability in her eyes made him stay in the tub.

  He was by no means a sensitive man, but when it came to this woman, something in him had broken. He thought of her feelings, bought her things he thought she wanted, and he actually respected her. Most women fell into bed with him after little more than a glance. He’d fuck them and then disappear.

  But his Jade…there was just something about her. Her caramel skin and quick-witted humor had him out of sorts, and for a man in Sergei’s position, it was a dangerous place to be.

  He cleaned himself off and then stood from the tub. Wrapping a towel around himself, he walked out the door past Viktor. Nodding, he motioned back to the bathroom. “Take that suit and burn it. Then call Anton and tell him I want him here, outside the door, guarding for the rest of the night.”

  There was a slight pause in Viktor’s movements, and Sergei understood the hesitation. He never had him call Anton and demand anything, but at this point, he didn’t care. At Jade’s admission to being a virgin, Sergei’s cock stood tall, and ready to be the first. He headed down the hall and stopped at her door. Reaching for the knob, he was sure it was locked, but it twisted and opened. He entered the room and shut the door behind him.

  He watched as she rubbed lotion onto her skin. Jade was dressed in a nightshirt that reached her thighs. She was fucking beautiful. Long, caramel-colored legs led to a plump ass and a trim waist. There was no way some man hadn’t been balls deep inside her. The thought of another man touching her made him angry, yet he quelled it.

  “You virgin, why?”

  Her head turned sharply, eyes narrowing.

  Shit. He’d meant to be smoother. Normally, he was, but after the way she’d rubbed her beautiful body against him, he wasn’t in his head. No way she was a virgin.

  “Because of men like you.” She stood. Her thin nightshirt was loose, but Sergei could still see the tantalizing outline of her breasts. Her dark peaks stood at attention and he was all too ready to lavish them with his tongue.

  “And that is what I am talking about.” She covered her breasts with her arms.

  He moved closer, nonplussed. “Men like me?” he asked. “Do you mean a man willing to kill to protect you? A man who lets you be distraction in his life, one that could get him killed?” And she was just that, a distraction. Instead of putting her in a safe house, he’d given her a place beside him.

  He held her when she woke up screaming. He cared for her. The thought of wanting more from her, assaulted him hard and fast. His actions had shown nothing but affection for her, yet she still fought it. So yes, what more did she need?

  Watching as she visibly softened from his words, he smiled. Her hair was pulled up in a messy wet bun, her eyes sparkled in the light and her vulnerability shone bright—still, he thought immoral and decadent thoughts. He imagined those pouty lips around his cock, the taste of her pussy as he devoured her inside and out. But most of all, the thought that set him off the most, was her virgin blood on his dick. She stood there so innocent and naïve, and he knew a special place in hell was being saved for him, as he thought about what he was going to do.

  Uncrossing her arms, her fingers covered her mouth. “I didn’t think of it that way,” she said through her delicate fingers. “I—I guess…” She shook her head, as if internally disagreeing with her thoughts. “That’s still no reason to fall in bed with you. I have to want it, too.”

  He raised a brow. Was she saying she didn’t want him? The idea wasn’t so farfetched. She wasn’t like most women, or the whores in his whorehouse. She wasn’t looking for a rich man to cling to, or a sugar daddy for the night. She clearly looked past the position he’d worked so hard fill. He was a king among men, yet to her, he was just a man looking to score.

  He looked down, remembering he was just in a towel and nothing more. “What is it you see when you look at me?” He’d never cared before, but with her something in him stirred. He wondered what she felt when he touched her, or when he placed a kiss on her forehead in the night, as she settled down from a nightmare.

  Her eyes widened and she moved toward him. “Don’t think I don’t appreciate you.”

  “No, that is not what I asked.” His voice hardened. He felt an explanation was due. What was it that made him a man unworthy of her touch? What the fuck more did he need to do? His anger returned, yet he fought to keep it at bay. Not since he was a child in Russia had he been denied anything he wanted. And tonight, if he were to accept her refusal, he would want a reason why.

  She took in a breath. Maybe she was annoyed, he didn’t know—nor did he care. His brain demanded answers, while his body craved her touch.

  Running fingers through the riot of curls dancing above her head, she answered with a question of her own. “What is it you want from me?”

  He had an answer, but it was glued to his tongue. He wanted her—all of her. He wanted body, mind, and soul, yet he didn’t deserve any of it. Placing her into his life would only get her killed.

  Sergei moved to her, and placed his hands on her sides. “I want truth. Do you want me?” He realized then, he was the vulnerable one. His feelings were left open and exposed. In reality, she had the ability to yank him from his throne.

  Jade leaned into his touch. She wrapped her arms around his naked chest and ducked her head into the fold of his neck. “Sergei,” she uttered on a sigh. “I do
, but…”

  He pulled away. “Then why deny yourself?” His hands found the courage of their own to touch her again. Sins be damned. Gentle and slow if she needed, or fast and hard like his body demanded; either way, he was having her tonight.

  He enveloped her in his arms and placed his lips in her hair. There were very few times Sergei was gentle, and this would most likely be the last. Her scent intoxicated him further.

  His hands slowly crept down her sides and gripped the flimsy nightshirt. Pulling the soft fabric up, Jade lifted her arms and he released her body from the veil. Touching her gently, he used his other hand to pull the towel from his waist. She glanced down and bit her bottom lip.

  He knew she would need assurances he wasn’t used to giving, however soft words fell easily from his tongue. “Do not worry, I make feel good,” he whispered.

  Her eyes still held a trace of fear, and understandably so. Sergei wasn’t small by any means, but he also wasn’t one of those fools who didn’t know how to use his equipment.

  She reached out, then pulled away. “How big does it get? Will it fit?” She bit her lip and closed her eyes.

  Fuck yeah, it was going to fit—snug and tight, right where it belonged. He took her hand placed it on his toned belly. Pushing downward he said, “Yes, because inside you is the only place it belongs, da?”

  4. Jade

  Jade’s eyes opened at his words. He couldn’t mean that, could he? It was the one thing holding her back.

  His body was firm and warm. Sergei’s hand continued to push hers down, until her fingertips nestled in the dark curls crowning his cock. She took a deep breath and he let go, urging her with his eyes to touch him.

  “You really mean what you just said?” Jade asked, not moving her hand. She wanted to know, before they went any further. She knew his word was his bond. He didn’t need to lie to get any woman in bed, and Jade was no exception. His confirmation would be enough.

  Sergei’s eyes darkened with what she could only assume was lust. “I speak truth.” His accent thickened. “But, you know my life. I can offer only so much, even if I want to give you all.”

  Jade’s fingers delved deeper into his curls and she smiled when his body flinched and his hips jerked.

  “Is all you want me to say, or more?” he whispered.

  She answered by taking his cock in her grasp. Catching his expression, she saw his eyes close and lips part. This was how she wanted him, at her mercy, body begging for only her touch.

  Sergei widened his stance, offering more of himself to her. Nerves and lust had emotions swirling in her head, yet her core throbbed with need. Leaning forward, she placed a soft kiss to his chest, directly over the weathered ink on his chest. His body shuddered and Jade gazed up to find Sergei’s eyes on hers.

  “More,” he rasped.

  Jade did as commanded. Her lips made contact with his skin again, only this time her tongue darted out to taste his skin. She glanced up again, unsure of her actions, but spurred on by the lust in his eyes. She squeezed his warm shaft, and Sergei stilled her hand. She pulled away, thinking she’d done something wrong.

  “Too dry. Touch your wet pussy, then rub me.”

  Jade blushed at his words, yet she reached between her thighs. A jolt of electricity speared through her, as her fingers made contact with her clit. Rubbing once, twice, and then widening her stance, she pushed her fingers between her folds and collected the silky liquid.

  Sergei’s breath came in short pants. “Good girl. Take my cock in your wet hand.”

  His voice was low and gruff, sending a tremor through her belly. She took his heavy rod in her hand, and when she squeezed, his hips bucked and words she couldn’t comprehend, fell from his lips.

  He pulled her close. “My first taste of your lips.”

  He didn’t give her a chance to respond. Sergei devoured her mouth and pushed in and out of her hand. Jade fought to keep up, her core searching for fulfillment. His tongue pushed past the barrier of her lips and his taste burst on her tongue.

  Jade gave all she had. Forgetting her inexperience, she focused on the feelings his body created, as it rubbed against hers. Moving her hand rhythmically, up and down his shaft, she squeezed lightly each time the bulbous head met her palm. Swallowing his groans, she chased his tongue with hers.

  He pressed closer, until her breasts lay flush against his skin. Warm. Hard. Unyielding. His body took her weight and she released his shaft and wrapped her arms around his neck.

  Sergei stopped the kiss to give her instructions. “Wrap your legs around me.” He spoke with demand. Or was it need? No matter, Jade happily complied.

  Reaching between them, he pushed his cock between her folds. “Move.” His voice was guttural now, a clear command. He held her with his eyes, as she slid up and down, soaking the underside of his cock.

  Sergei moved from the middle of the room and took her to the bed. “You are nervirni.”

  She could barely understand him when he spoke English; when he spoke in his native tongue, it made it impossible.

  He laid her on the bed and held himself above her. She roved her hands over his chest, stopping to play with his nipples. A sharp intake of air sounded from between his lips, and it egged her on. Jade sat up on her elbows and swiped her tongue across one of the rigid points.

  He growled and bucked. Grasping the back of her head, he threaded his fingers roughly through her hair. “Use your fucking teeth.”

  Arousal pooled between her thighs and Jade placed a hand between his hard body and her soft skin, searching for her swollen bundle of nerves. She knew her body well, and coaxed her pearl from beneath its fleshy hood, as she took Sergei’s nipple between her teeth.

  “Lyubov moya, I am not boy.” His eyes were dark as sin, lips still plush and swollen. “Treat as rough as you wish.”

  With those words, Jade’s fingers delved into her pussy and her teeth sunk into his skin. He let out a roar for all to hear, but she didn’t care. Jade—a virgin—made Sergei roar like the fucking king of the jungle. Her fingers pushed deeper, finding her own barrier, reminding her of what was to come.

  Pulling away, he watched as she fucked herself. Then, he snatched her fingers and sucked each digit into his mouth. He took her hand and placed it back over her heated core. “Finish.”

  “But…” She figured he was ready. She was sure as shit ready, and she wanted him to finish the job.

  Sergei shook his head, a wicked grin spread across his face. “I want to see. Show me what you do when alone and need.”

  Her face heated. Often times Jade pleasured herself, but never in front of someone whose attention was rapt between her thighs.

  He slid down between her legs, but Jade’s fingers didn’t move. He kissed her fingers, as they rested over her. “Finish.”

  Jade peeked down at him, and softly moved her fingers. The combination of his dark stare, and her expert strokes, caused her hips to move with her finger’s movements. Her eyes closed from the increased pleasure. She moaned when he leaned in and bit her thigh.

  Hesitance and coyness gone, Jade moved her fingers faster and bucked her hips harder, chasing her release.

  Out of nowhere, the bed shifted and he moved away from her and stood.

  “Where are you going?” she asked in breathless anticipation.

  Sergei strode to the drawer and reached inside. “Do you want kroshka?”

  With hand still between her legs, her brow wrinkled in confusion. “Kroshka?”

  He pulled a foil packet from the drawer and her spidey senses tingled.

  “Oh, you mean condom?”

  Sergei shook his head and sauntered back to the bed. “Child, not condom,” he explained. “Now, lay back and part your knees.”

  She took a deep breath and did as she was told. Confusion swept over her, after he threw the condom on the bed. She lifted a little. “Sergei?”

  “Da.”

  She glanced at the foil packet, lonely and waiting. “Umm…a
ren’t you going to put it on? The condom, I mean?”

  He knelt in front of her and hooked her legs in his arms, yanking her to the edge of the bed. She squealed and wrapped a leg over his shoulder for balance. His dark chuckle called to her inner seductress and she finally realized what he was about to do.

  He patted her leg as it dangled over his back. “Good girl. Ready for me.”

  5. Sergei

  She tasted just as he believed she would. Sweet. Untouched. Innocent. Pulling her closer, her back arched off the bed and her thighs clamped around his head. Each lick, each nibble, each suck was rewarded by a moan and a thrust. Even a dirty curse word would slip from her sexy little mouth from time to time.

  Sergei left no part of Jade untouched. Pulling her cheeks apart, he gave her a long, rough lick from hole to hole. His baby loved it, her tremors told him so. Never had he been with a virgin, but he could appreciate the unquenched need she must have felt over time.

  He would never understand how she remained untouched for so long. As he placed a thumb just above her sweet pink pearl, he realized no man’s mouth had ever tasted this treasure before.

  Her choice to give herself to him was humbling.

  Sergei looked up at Jade. Perhaps he had been thinking too long because her eyes were fastened on his.

  “What’s wrong, baby?”

  He placed a kiss to her clit and she jolted. “This is mine, da?” He was asking for more than he deserved, but he wanted it. He wanted all of her.

  Jade’s eyes narrowed slightly. “For tonight, yes.”

  He shook his head.

  “Sergei, I—”

  He placed another lick on her slit, and watched as her body vibrated. “Always. Say it.” He knew she wanted just what he was asking for, but she was not as naïve as he’d thought.

  “Yes, always. And you’re mine…”

  There was an unspoken promise in her words and he’d heard it loud and clear. It was unfair, but he couldn’t be hers, as he’d asked of her. He was Pahkan—the boss—and his forever was promised to some Russian princess. Even knowing that, nothing would stop him from keeping Jade.