The people want what the people want so this this chapter is mostly smut with a bit of plot/cliffhanger at the end! Let me know what you think!
"Not here," I gasped. It took a lot of force, but I managed to pull myself from Dimitri's lap. His eyes were glazed over, partly because he was high, and partly from lust. He followed me without a word, up the stairs and into a bedroom. I pushed him down on the bed, ignoring the look he sent me. I would be in control tonight.
I stripped my shirt over my head, throwing it across the room. Moonlight shone through the spaces between the vines and though I couldn't see much, I could see the ways his eyes ran over my exposed skin; taunt stomach, breasts nearly spilling out of the bra cups, pants slung low, the edge of lace peeking over it.
I kneeled on the bed, crawling closer to him, hair hanging like a curtain around us.
"Roza," he breathed. He tilted his head back, and I kissed him, our tongues colliding. As I moved to straddle him, I could already feel his hardness starting to press against me.
"Eager, are we?" I laughed, grinding my hips down. His hands found my hips and held them tightly. So tightly that I wouldn't be surprised if I found bruises there in the morning. "I think you're overdressed."
I nipped at his ear, trailing kisses down his throat. I plucked at his t-shirt.
"This needs to go. Now."
He didn't hesitate in sitting up to pull it over his head once I leaned back and gave him enough room to do so. His large hands pressed into my back, pressing me completely against him, as his hips moved up against mine, seeking more friction. His fingers easily unhooked my bra, without a single fumble and he slide the straps down my shoulders and completely off. We were pressed chest to chest, my nipples hard as they rubbed against his. His fingers reached down to unbutton my pants and I didn't waste time in pausing to strip them off too. I straddled him again, our lips locking. His fingers rubbed the edge of my lace cheeky underwear, dipping ever so slightly underneath the edge of it.
Breaking the kiss, I shoved him back on to the bed, laughing at his shocked look.
"I've been waiting for this for a while, so we're doing it my way," I said.
I kissed his throat once more, and then along his collarbone, moving down slowly. When I sucked one of his nipples into my mouth, he jolted, a groan leaving his lips.
"Sensitive, are we?" I sucked his other nipple, and he bucked up, trying to get more friction.
"No," I said, "I want to have some fun."
He started to sit up and I smirked, pushing him back down. I knew that he was stronger than me, and could easily push me off him, but instead, he let me hold him down, staring at me with a playful look in his eyes.
I kissed my way down his body, pausing only briefly at his nipples again, before reaching his belt buckle. With a flick of my wrist, his pants were undone, and I was tugging them off, boxer briefs and all. I could feel his wallet, thick in his back pocket, and when I tossed his pants to the ground, I heard it hit the floor and slide on the hard wood floors. I ignored it in favor of wrapping my hand around his erection, his hips thrusting up.
"What do you like, Dimitri?" I murmured, running my finger over the slit, before popping it in my mouth. He groaned, and squeezed his eyes shut.
"Do you like this?" I said, tightening my grip as I moved it up and down his length. "Or this?" I whispered, seconds before wrapping my lips around the head of his cock.
"Jesus Christ!"
Satisfaction filled me, and I sucked harder on the head. Pulling off, I licked his shaft, twirling my tongue around the head, causing Dimitri to jerk again, his breath coming in harder pants. Deciding to stop playing games, I ducked my head down, taking him entirely in my mouth, until I felt his head hit the back of my throat. I tightened my lips and bobbed while sucking lightly.
I pulled off to take a couple deep breaths, my hand stroking him still, as his eyes rolled back, and a continuous string of moans left his lips, using my spit as lube. I ducked back down, taking him back into my mouth and glanced upwards. His eyes were staring at me, shifting from looking me in the eyes and looking at where his cock was disappearing in my mouth. With a gurgled groaned, his head hit the pillow once more, his hands clenching the sheets. I brought one hand up to move lower, fondling his ball sac, while the other reached for his hand, placing it on my head. He didn't take long to get the memo, and instead of clutching the sheets, his fingers were tangling in my hair, using his grip to move me up and down his cock.
"Roza," he groaned, his fingers clenching tighter. I pulled off with his pop, much to his dismay, and grinned.
"You can't come yet, you still gotta fuck me," I reminded him. I crawled back up, kissing him, letting him taste himself on my tongue. His fingers tightened in my hair, and he flipped us without a word. His eyes were dark, darker than normal, and I shivered. He kneeled between my legs, pushing them open, before trailing small kisses up them. I threw my head back when he reached my inner thigh, already knowing what was coming. His mouth reached my other thigh, and he kissed and sucked and licked, no doubt leaving many bruises and hickeys for me to find in the morning.
His hands gripped my hips, his fingers so close to where I wanted them to be, his mouth slowly moving up again, before he pulled his mouth away, moving up to instead kiss the swell of my cleavage and run his tongue around my nipple, before sucking it into his mouth. My back arched, and his hand moved up to my waist, pulling me tighter against him. I could feel his erection against my thigh but before I could do anything about it, his touch disappeared completely.
He had a wicked glint in his eyes, and in the blink of eye, his face was between my legs and his lips on mine through my damp underwear. His tongue was damn well magical as he licked and kissed, driving me crazy and to the edge.
His lips moved back to my inner thigh and I groaned. "Dimitri, please," I whined, tangling my fingers in his hair.
"Patience, Roza," he said, the vibrations of his voice driving me crazy. He hooked his fingers in the underwear, slowly sliding it down my thighs and legs, and finally completely off. My hips were moving of their own accord as I desperately wished for his to hurry the fuck up and get back to eating me out.
He finally moved back up to between my legs and his tongue was finally on me for real. We both groaned; me at the sensation and him at the taste. His fingers skated up my legs, making goosebumps breakout. His hands gripped me tightly as he tilted my hips for better access. He pulled down a pillow to help prop me, while one of hands joined his mouth, reaching inside of me. He stroked my walls, stretching me, while his lips suctioned around my clit.
"Dimitri!" I cried as he added another finger, sucking harder on my clit. My fingers tightened in his hair and the slightly fluttering in my stomach was the only sign I got before I tumbled head first into an orgasm, screaming Dimitri's name, as his fingers moved and twisted inside of me, and his tongue lavished my clit.
He removed his fingers and pulled my thighs further apart to work his tongue back into me to work me through the aftershocks and clenches. I gasped and couldn't help the movement of my hips as I grinded against his face, trying to get his tongue into my deeper. He tongue moved rapidly, more pleasure rushing through me. Nonsense was leaving my lips, mumbled versions of his name, mixed with groans and moans, and repeatedly crying out.
His hair was silky between my fingers and I used to my grip to grind my hips counterclockwise to him, creating a newer friction that had me crying out and rapidly approaching a second orgasm. As if suddenly remembering a clit existed, Dimitri moved his hand up to circle it, and rub it as I inched closer.
"Oh God," I cried. "Dimitri, please. Please."
He pulled back, lips slick, and grinned salaciously. "Please what, Roza?"
"M-more," I begged.
"Ask nicely."
"Dammit Dimitri!"
He thumbed my clit again, and I screamed, grinding my hips against his palm.
"Please, please, please," I chanted.
"Please what?"
"Fuck me," I gasped. "Please, I need more."
"More?" he questioned, his fingers slipping back into me. "Like this?"
His fingers slowly moved within me, stroking my walls, twisting, and moving. He built up a steady pace, his thumb arching up to rub my clit and my second orgasm began to crest again. My hand moved from his hair to the bed, clutching the sheets as my hips moved, seeking more friction, more pleasure.
I sobbed when he removed his fingers. My voice was a wail. "Dimitri!"
"I could fuck you with a lot of things, Roza. My tongue. My fingers. My cock," he mused. "Or I could make you wait, leave you writhing here while I found a dildo or vibrator to fuck you with instead."
His eyes were alight with ideas. "Would you scream my name? Scream my name while I fuck you with a plastic cock. Or scream my name while the vibrations ramped up but never let you come?"
"Dimitri!" I whined again. "Please!"
His fingers traced my lips, soaking them as the just barely dipped inside. He moved his hand before I could maneuver to get it in me. He chuckled. "That wasn't enough? What more could you want?"
He popped his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean and I whined.
"My fingers? Or maybe my mouth?"
That's the only warning I had before his tongue was on me again, lapping at the wetness dripping from me. Lapping at my previous release and the beginnings of the one cresting. This time I was expecting it when he pulled away, and he spoke over my cry.
"Or maybe my cock?" He emphasized his word by stroking his still hard dick, the tip flushed and begging for release. "Is that what you want, Roza? My cock pounding into you, hitting you in all the right places? Making you forget every other cock that you've had? Making you forget every other name but mine?"
"Come for me, Roza," he murmured, his fingers dipping back inside me while his tongue swirled around my clit. The wave of pleasure started in my toes, and tingled up my legs, and my hips moved and nonsense left my mouth.
"Please, please, please."
There was no going back. His lips were murmuring my name, vibrations racing through me. I screamed out as his tongue pushed me over the edge, another orgasm ripping through me, and leaving me shaking after shouting his name. I tightened around his fingers, but they didn't stop their ministrations until I was good and well rung dry.
My walls were still fluttering when Dimitri reared up, stroking his cock once more. A condom appeared out of nowhere and he rolled it on before entering me in one deep slide.
I cried out again at the stretch as his thick cock pounding into me. His arms framed my face and he leaned down, capturing my lips with his. I could taste myself on his lips and his tongue and I moaned at the taste, my hips moving in sync with his.
"Roza," he muttered darkly. "So good. So good, baby."
I flushed with heat and tightened my legs around his waist, changing the angle. I was still propped up on the pillow but with my hips tilted further, Dimitri slid impossibly deeper. We both groaned as the friction and the slide, as his hips continued thrusting into me.
"Kiss me," I whispered. "Kiss me!"
He complied, his lips meeting mine and I could still taste myself, though slightly more faint, surely as he could probably still taste himself.
The pleasure tingled through me again, and I knew that I was close to coming.
"Dimitri, close," I whimpered.
"I'm right there," he grunted. His thrusts picked up speed, slamming back into me faster and harder. My nails dug into his back, surely leaning indents and scratches as I clawed at him as the pleasure built up.
"Come with me," he ordered against my neck where he was sucking more hickeys, his thrusts starting to falter as he got closer. I grabbed his head, locking our lips back together.
The pleasure became too much, and I was thrown over the edge again, tightening even more around Dimitri's cock, causing him to cry out and manage three more thrusts before he still and spilled into the condom.
He barely took a second to rest before pulling out and tying off the condom, tossing it somewhere into the dark room. He gently moved the pillow from beneath my hips as I stretched out the kinks in my legs from being cramped and three consecutive orgasms. I rolled onto my side of the bed, feeling Dimitri's heat behind me.
If tonight was so great, what would the morning be like? Or next week? Or...next year?
I froze. What the fuck?
I shut those thoughts down quickly; there was no future here. There never was with any of my one night stands. At most, I would have a few days with them and be on my way, leaving them with memories of a vixen who blew their minds.
There especially was no future with someone like Dimitri.
He was too good, too pure to be with someone like me.
Not that he would want to anyways.
This was a one night thing fueled by pot and pent up lust. That was it.
"You better be here in a couple hours," I muttered, not letting him in on any of my thoughts as sleep starting to tug at me. "I want to ride you until we're both hoarse from screaming."
He didn't say anything but pressed a kiss to my neck. My eyelids fluttered and if he said anything else, I was too far gone to comprehend it.
When I woke in the morning, muted sunlight was shining through the room, and the bed was cold.
And empty.
My jaw clenched and I refused to let it get to me that Dimitri didn't stick around for another round.
Whatever. It didn't matter. I rolled over, snuggling back under the cover, attempting to fall back asleep, even for just a little bit. The second I rolled though, I caught of whiff of Dimitri's aftershave and bolted up right.
No more sleep for me.
Alright then.
I climbed out of bed, stretching and groaning as kinks and knots popped, my entire body still relaxed from three orgasms the night before.
It would certainly be in my spank bank for a bit until I can feel safe to have a completely random hookup again.
I didn't bother pulling much real clothes, just a pair of underwear and an oversized shirt that used to belong to my dad. If I tried hard enough, I could almost pretend that it still smelled like him, despite it being years and years since the accident.
Deciding to be productive, I stripped the bed, bringing the sheets and blankets down to the laundry room. After starting the load, I made my way to the kitchen when McKenna was leaning against the counter.
"Someone had a good night," she singsonged. "Also you guys are fucking loud."
"What can I say?" I shrugged. "He was a very enthusiastic lover."
She pretended to gag as I poured a bowl of cereal. I took a seat the kitchen island and she moved closer.
"Don't spare the details!"
I laughed, and explained the night in a PG-13 way while eating, pausing only to switch over the laundry. The laundry dinged an hour later, and McKenna smirked at me.
"Might want to look in the mirror, Roza," she said, laughing.
I carried the laundry back up to the room, promising to look in the mirror before making the bed.
I nearly dropped the laundry when I did. My neck was peppered with love bites, and I threw the laundry on the bed to lift my shirt. My thighs had matching ones that I vaguely remember Dimitri making last night. The swells of my breasts also had a few dark bruises forming and my hips had bruises in the shape of fingers. My hair was a mess from Dimitri tugging as it as I blew him and from frantically writhing in the bed last night, chasing release.
And to think that this could have been made worse had he stayed and went another round.
I didn't particularly care about the marks, but since Dimitri was probably sporting some of his own, it probably wasn't best for us to both be seen at the school tomorrow, lest someone try to start a rumor, true or not.
I hummed to myself as I made the bed, and when I bent over to tuck the sheets in and make hospital corners, I saw Dimitri's black leather wallet laying mostly under the bed. It looked thinner than it felt last night and I picked up. I flipped it open, hoping that his license picture was something embarrassing. Knowing him, it was probably perfect.
Instead of a license and credit cards and all of the normal stuff usually kept in a wallet, one side was completely black and the other held a badge reading Federal Bureau of Investigation, with a big, black FBI in the center.
The metal of the badge sounded like a gunshot when it hit the floor and the world went black.