Luka had just gotten back into town last night after going home for Thanksgiving, and I felt guilty that he had come back early a day so we could spend a little time together. He didn’t get the chance to see his family as often as I did, but as much as I hated to take time away from them, I hadn't been able to say no when he’d asked me if I wanted him to come back Saturday. That had given us all of last night and most of today before he had hockey practice to be together. Luckily, my parents were distracted by having my two oldest brothers home for the holidays and hadn’t even blinked an eye when I told them I was heading out yesterday afternoon.
Lexi: Wanna go swimming?
Me: Yes!
Lexi: Ask Luka if he wants 2 come down 2.
Me: Will do. Need me 2 bring anything?
Lexi: Nah. Drake’s friends have it covered.
I wandered into the bathroom to find Luka, who was shaving. I stopped to stare at him first, almost forgetting why I’d come in the room in the first place. There was something incredibly hot about watching your man shave.
“Hey, Lexi wants to go swimming. Want to come with?” I asked, wrapping my arms around him and placing a kiss on his back.
“If you’re going, then hell yes I’m coming too,” he retorted.
“Awww, would you miss me if I went swimming without you?” I teased.
Luka took one last swipe of his chin before he ran the water and splashed it on his face. He turned in my arms as he wiped off with a hand towel. Then he tossed it over his shoulder and pulled me up for a kiss.
“You know I’d miss you.”
“Just like I’d miss you,” I reminded him.
“Do you have a suit over here or do we need to run over to your room first?”
“I’m sure Lexi has one I can borrow,” I answered.
Luka didn’t like that answer very much as he gazed down at my chest. “I don’t think so,” he said.
“Oh, c’mon. I’ve borrowed suits from her before. It’ll be fine,” I reassured him.
“Go get it and show me,” he commanded, kissing me on the forehead and setting me away.
“Bossy,” I grumbled, earning me a little swat on my ass. “Hey!” I yelped.
“I want to see you in that suit before we go down, Aubrey,” he said gruffly.
“Okay, okay. I heard ya,” I sassed back before running next door to grab one of Lexi’s spare bikinis. I was feeling pretty feisty, so I picked out one that I figured would drive Luka wild, too.
When I got back to Luka’s apartment, he was already dressed in swim trunks and ready to go. I went into his bedroom and slipped the bikini on before wandering into the bathroom to pull my hair up into a ponytail.
“Nyet,” I heard Luka hiss as he strode into the room behind me. “This suit is much too small for you to wear.”
“It’s fine,” I said. “I’ve worn this one before. Besides, it fits me just as well as my other bikinis that I have in my room anyway. So we’d just be wasting a trip if you made me go change.”
I watched in the mirror as Luka’s head dropped down to his chest. He sighed deeply as his hands clenched against my almost bare hips. “You’ll wear one of my shirts over it on the way down,” he conceded.
“I could do that,” I agreed. “But you do realize everyone at the pool will still see me in this suit once we’re down there. Right?”
I could swear I literally heard him growl at my teasing reminder. “True, but there usually aren’t that many people down there.”
I debated whether or not it was wise to share with him that Lexi had mentioned that Drake’s friends were joining us. I decided it was probably better to let him explode now and get it out of his system instead of waiting until later. I turned and wrapped my arms around his body before jumping into the fray.
“Well, that might usually be true, except it’s not just us joining Drake and Lexi at the pool today.”
His arms tightened around me, holding me in place. “Who else is coming?”
“Lexi might have mentioned that Drake had some friends who were going to be there,” I admitted quietly, waiting for the explosion.
“Does Drake have any female friends?” he asked.
The question surprised me. “No, not that I know of. Except for maybe me.”
“So what you’re really telling me is that there are going to be a bunch of guys down there while you’re prancing around in this barely there bikini,” he muttered.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“Yóbanny v rot,” he growled before lifting me up onto the vanity. “I cannot be expected to let you run around with all those guys like that without making sure you are very well pleased before we join everyone.”
“Don’t you trust me?” I sighed as he pulled the bikini bottoms down my legs.
“It isn’t you that I don’t trust, but it can’t hurt to remind you of how good we are together. Can it?” he asked as he thrust two thick fingers inside me.
“No,” I whimpered.
He stopped moving his hand. “No it’s not a bad idea or no you want me to stop? Which is it, moya printsessa?”
“Please don’t stop,” I begged.
“Nikogda,” he murmured darkly before plunging his fingers deeper.
I got even wetter at the sound of his raspy voice speaking in Russian to me. I loved knowing that he was so worked up that he didn’t even realize he switched between languages. I lived for these moments when he lost control. I couldn’t control the whimper that passed my lips as he nudged my legs open wider with his knee.
“Luka,” I sighed as he pumped his fingers harder.
“Yes, Aubrey. Say my name. Hell, scream my name, because I’m the only guy who gets to see you like this. Who gets to watch your beautiful face as you come so hard,” he growled. “I’m the only one who gets to drive his cock into your sweet little pussy.”
“Yes, Luka,” I repeated. “The only one.”
“It’s me you need to worry about, not anyone else. If any of those guys look at you today while you’re dressed in that tiny bikini, and I know they will, I want you to remember that you’re mine,” he snarled.
There must be something wrong with me, but Luka’s possessiveness was making me even hotter for him. “Yours,” I agreed, trying to soothe him.
“And I’m the only one who gets to taste you,” he muttered before yanking my hips forward so I was spread wide open for him.
His fingers continued to stroke me deep inside while his mouth wrapped around my clit. He twisted his hand to reach my g-spot as he sucked one me mercilessly. My climax was swift and fierce as my legs tightened around his head, trying to hold him in place.
As I lay there panting, sprawled on his bathroom counter, Luka pulled his fingers out of my body and lifted my legs so they went over his shoulders. He licked at me softly at first, letting my body settle. I felt myself relax, and then he trailed his tongue back up to flick at my clit.
“No more,” I begged, even as my body tightened once more.
He looked up at me and his eyes flashed dangerously. “Again,” he rasped out as his hands slid down my thighs until they lifted me up and his thumbs spread me open at the same time.
I felt his tongue stab into my body over and over again as I lay there helpless against the onslaught of desire his touch made me feel. The second climax was softer than the first, but it left me dazed, and he rubbed his chin against my inner thigh when it was all over, gently kissing my skin.
I could see his dick, long and hard, pressed against his swim trunks as he gently placed my feet back on the floor. “What about you?” I asked.
“Be a good girl today and I promise you can have as much of my cock as you want, moya printsessa,” he murmured before he bent down to pick up the bikini bottoms.
Luka leaned against the door and watched me put myself back together, smiling smugly. I grabbed a washcloth and wiped up since my two climaxes had left me a bit of a mess. I glanced down as I cleaned up and immedi
ately realized why he had such a huge grin on his face even though he hadn’t gotten off with me either time.
“Luka!” I cried out. “How could you?”
“How could I what?” he asked innocently.
I gestured between my legs where a dark hickey had already formed on my inner thigh. He’d left his mark on me before, but it was always where it couldn’t be seen. This time, he’d done it so that nobody would miss it if I went downstairs in a swimsuit of any kind unless I never took my shorts off.
“You did that on purpose,” I accused, knowing damn well he’d wanted to make sure that every guy down there knew I was his girlfriend.
“You didn’t seem to mind at the time,” he argued. “Your legs were wrapped around my head to make sure I didn’t go anywhere. And I gave you a second orgasm to make up for it.”
“Why don’t you just get out a Sharpie and write your name on my forehead?” I muttered under my breath as I pulled the bikini bottoms up. I turned to look in the mirror as I grabbed the brush and pulled my hair up into a ponytail.
Luka stepped closer to me and gently traced the skin on my lower back above the bikini. “Or we could just tattoo it right here,” he suggested.
“A tramp stamp?” I sputtered, thinking that he was joking until my eyes locked with his in the mirror and I realized he was serious. “I’m not getting a tramp stamp of any kind, let alone one with your name on it.”
He rubbed his cock against my ass and glanced back down. “Damn. It would be so fucking hot to see my name on your skin as I take you from behind.”
“It’s not gonna happen,” I snapped at him. “Especially not when you do crazy things like this.”
“You know you love how crazy I am about you,” he whispered in my ear.
“Argh,” I growled in frustration, knowing that he was right.
The totally insane thing was that I wasn’t even that upset about the hickey. My feelings for Luka grew stronger each and every day, leaving me very vulnerable. Stunts like this, as ridiculous as they were, made it clear that he was just as susceptible to me as I was to him. That knowledge left me feeling safer in our relationship.
“Maybe I should get a tattoo with your name instead,” he wondered aloud as he walked away to grab some towels so we’d be ready to go.
“We’ve only been dating for two months!” I yelled after him, hoping that he was just trying to yank my chain. Or not really trying but quite successfully yanking it instead.
“Doesn’t make you any less mine!” he yelled back.
“What the hell is wrong with the two of you?” I heard Jason ask Luka as I threw on one of Luka’s shirts and slipped on my sandals.
“He’s a caveman, that’s what,” I complained as I joined them in the living room.
“Shocker,” Jason said sarcastically. “That cannot possibly be news to you.”
“Not really,” I complained.
“Oh quit your whining,” Luka quipped. “We better get a move on or Lexi’s little pool party will be over before we make it down there.”
“Pool party?” Jason asked.
Luka stopped for a moment and tilted his head. “On second thought, waste all the time you want. Maybe we’ll end up missing it.”
“Do you want to come with?” I asked Jason after rolling my eyes at Luka.
“Nah, I’ve got some studying to do,” he replied. “But you two kids go have fun.”
Luka grumbled as we took the elevator down to the second floor, where the workout room and indoor pool were located. This building had the best amenities in town and was the only apartment complex that offered year-round swimming. I always thought it was surprising that so few of the tenants used it regularly.
I grabbed Luka’s hand as we walked down the hall and practically pulled him towards the door since he was walking so slowly. “C’mon, Luka. It won’t be that bad,” I promised. “It’s just Lexi, Drake, and a few of his friends.”
Luka swiped his security card and waved me through the door in front of him.
“Hey, guys,” I greeted Lexi and Drake, who were already in the pool.
“Finally,” Lexi sighed dramatically. “I thought you’d never make it down here.”
“And here I thought you like spending time with me,” Drake drawled, trying to look offended.
Lexi splashed him while we all laughed. “I’ve got a big-ass rock on my finger that proves that I do,” she replied.
Luka threw our towels down on a chair and kicked his flip-flops off. I pulled his shirt over my head, tossed it on top of the towels, and tucked my sandals under the stack since I hated when they got wet.
“Cannonball!” I yelled before jumping in the pool. I’d always loved swimming since I’d grown up spending the summers at the family lake house.
“You’re such a goof,” Lexi sputtered when I came up for air, her face dripping with water.
“And you’re not?” I asked.
“She’s got you there,” Drake said as there was a knock on the door. He hopped out of the pool to let a group of his friends in.
I’d met the first five guys who walked in a few times before when I’d hung out with Drake and his friends. I even beat a couple of them at poker. But I figured that the last guy might be a problem for Luka and me. I knew him well enough to know that he’d enjoy it too.
I flashed the group a quick smile and waved before turning back to Luka, who was already glaring at them all. And they hadn’t even done anything other than say hello.
Lexi swam over to me as Luka climbed out so Drake could introduce him to the group. “I swear to God I didn’t know Eric was going to be here,” she whispered, nervously looking over at the guys. She hadn’t liked him when I’d dated him, and it was clear that her opinion hadn’t changed since then.
“It’s fine,” I told her. “It’s not like I have to hang out with him or anything. There’s enough room for me to stay away from him.”
“Yeah, but without being obvious about it or Luka will know something’s up,” she warned as he walked back towards us.
I managed to make it through about an hour of swimming and horsing around with everyone before Luka honed in on what was going on. I’d just left the pool and was toweling off by our stuff.
“You used to date that guy, didn’t you?” Luka muttered in my ear as he crushed my body against his.
“Yes,” I whispered back. “But I didn’t know he was coming. He and Drake don’t normally hang out, so one of the other guys must have invited him. Lexi would have told me otherwise and I would have warned you.”
“Fuck,” he swore under his breath, looking pissed.
It was the first time we’d ever spent any time around someone I’d dated before meeting Luka. A lot of the guys I’d dated my freshman and sophomore years were older than me and had already graduated. I’d barely dated last year, so that didn’t leave me with many exes for us to run into.
This was horrible timing too. Luka already hadn’t been happy to have me running around in a bikini in front of the guys. The last thing I needed right now was this, but I did have one thing going for me that would make the situation slightly better.
“We didn’t date very long,” I told Luka. “And I never slept with him.”
His eyes glittered dangerously. “Did you blow him? Let him eat your little pussy? The one that belongs to me?”
“Jesus, Luka,” I hissed. “Listen to yourself for a second. That is so damn rude.”
Luka’s arms held me tight against him as he buried his head in my neck. “That better not fucking mean yes or I’m going to have to beat the shit out of him.”
“I know you’ve never really had to deal with this much before because you and Kat were high school sweethearts, but you are very close to crossing a line that you will have a hard time coming back from with me, Luka,” I warned.
“You think this is just the way I would be with anyone?” Luka ground out. “I wasn’t Kat’s first for fuck’s sake. There were guys in high
school I’d see in the halls and I knew she’d been with them. Hell, I fucking hung out with someone who’d slept with her before me. It was no big deal. I never even really thought twice about it.”
“Then why are you acting like this?” I wondered aloud, stunned to learn that he hadn’t acted like this when he’d been with his ex for so much longer than we’d been together so far.
“This is about you, Aubrey. All about you,” he growled. “You’re the only person in the world who drives me crazy like this. I’ve never been jealous like this before.”
I didn’t even know what to think about what he’d just admitted to me. “But you trust me, right? This isn’t just because of what she did to you?” I asked softly.
“This has nothing to do with what happened before and everything to do with the way that little shit is smirking while he eye-fucks you,” he swore while he looked down at the ground. “The very idea that this guy’s hands have been on you and I have to stand here without being able to beat the shit out of him fucking sucks.”
I turned my head around to see that Eric was watching us very closely with a smug little grin on his face. “Here’s the thing. You can’t beat the shit out of him because that wouldn’t help anything,” I said, reminding him of something he should damn well already know for himself. “But his hands were never on me before.”
Luka’s head snapped up at my words. “Never?”
“I went on a few dates with him because a mutual friend thought we’d hit it off, but things never went that far. I didn’t even think he was that interested in me because all he wanted to talk about was himself each time we went out,” I admitted.
Luka ran his eyes up and down my body. “Trust me. He was very interested.”
“That doesn’t really matter because I wasn’t,” I pointed out. “And I shouldn’t tell you all of this because the way you confronted me about this pisses me off, but he is being a jerk and pushing all your buttons, so I’ll cut you a little slack.”
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