"Not here," I gasped.
It took a lot of force, but I managed to pull myself off of 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 pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it to the side, and quickly unbuttoned my jeans, tossing them in the same direction once they were off. Moonlight shone through the window, in between the spaces of the vines, adding a little light to the room. I couldn't see much, but it was hard to miss the way that his eyes looked over my exposed skin; taunt stomach, breasts nearly spilling out of the bra cups, lacy underwear that left just enough to the imagination.
"Roza," Dimitri breathed out, and I smirked.
I climbed onto the bed and crawled up until I could straddle him. He tilted his head up, and I kissed him, our tongues colliding. As we kissed, his hands started to roam, and I immediately could tell when he started to get hard.
"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 nipped at his ear, trailing kisses down his throat before I sat up and plucked at his t-shirt. "This needs to go. Now."
Dimitri didn't hesitate, sitting up to pull it over his head. His large hands pressed into my back, pressing me completely against him. I ground my hips down against his, and both of us moaned. Dimitri started kissing my neck and nimbly reached around to unhook my bra, easily pulling it off and tossing it away.
We were pressed chest to chest, my nipples hard as they rubbed against his. I dragged his mouth back to mine, and Dimitri's fingers rubbed the edge of my lacy underwear, dipping ever so slightly underneath the edge of it.
Dimitri pulled back, his eyes glinting in the moonlight. "You're gorgeous," he murmured. He didn't give me time to respond and immediately started to kiss me again.
I broke the kiss a moment later and pushed him back so that he was laying down again. Dimitri's wide eyes met mine, and I smirked.
"I've had fantasies about having you in this position," I said.
Dimitri smiled at me. "I've had fantasies of my own."
I met him in another rough kiss. Dimitri tugged at my lip with his teeth as our hips kept moving against each other. I broke the kiss to trail kisses down his throat and along his collarbone, moving down slowly. When I sucked one of his nipples into my mouth, Dimitri jolted, a groan leaving his lips.
"Sensitive, are we?"
I sucked his other nipple, and he bucked up, trying to get more friction. I kissed my way down his body, quickly reaching his belt buckle. With a flick of my wrist, his pants were undone. Dimitri lifted his lower body, and I tugged his pants off, taking his boxer briefs with them. 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 hardwood 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 my finger in my mouth.
Dimitri groaned. When I glanced up at him, his eyes were squeezed shut.
"Do you like this?" I tightened 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 as his hips jerked up, and I sucked harder on the head. Pulling off, I licked his shaft, twirling my tongue around the head, causing Dimitri to jerk up again, his breath coming in fast pants. I ducked my head down again, 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 of deep breaths, my hand stroking him still, as his eyes rolled back, and a continuous string of moans left his lips. 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 groan that almost sounded like my name, Dimitri's 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," Dimitri groaned, his fingers clenching tighter.
I relished the sound of my name leaving his lips. It was heady. I pulled off with his pop, much to his dismay, and grinned. "You can't come yet; you still gotta fuck me."
I crawled back up, kissing him, letting him taste himself on my tongue. Dimitri's 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. 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.
Dimitri had a wicked glint in his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, his face was between my legs and his lips on me as he pulled my underwear to the side. 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. His voice was nearly a whisper. "I hope you're not attached to these."
He easily pushed his fingers through the lacy material of my underwear, quickly shredding it and tossing the scraps across the room. My hips were moving of their own accord as I desperately wished for him to hurry the fuck up and get back to eating me out.
"Hand me a pillow."
I reached blindly next to me for a pillow and passed it down to him. Dimitri tapped my hip with one hand, and I lifted my hips so that he could use the pillow to prop me up. My legs fell open, giving him easy access, and he leaned back down, licking me again.
We both groaned: me at the sensation and him at the taste. His fingers skated up my legs, making goosebumps break out. A moment later, one of his fingers was joining 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 slight fluttering in my stomach was the only warning that I got before I tumbled headfirst 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 pushed my thighs further apart as he used his tongue to work me through the aftershocks and clenches. I gasped and couldn't help the movement of my hips as I ground against his face, trying to get his tongue deeper. His 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 my grip to grind my hips counterclockwise to him, creating new 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 rubbed it with his thumb as I inched closer.
"Oh God," I cried. "Dimitri, please. Please."
He pulled back, lips slick, and grinned. "Please what, Roza?"
"M-more," I begged.
"Ask nicely."
"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?" Dimitri 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 gripped 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," Dimitri 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? Would you scream my name while I fucked you with a plastic cock? Or would you scream my name as I made the vibrations ramped up but never let you come?"
"Dimitri!" I whined again. "Please!"
His fingers traced my lips, soaking them as they 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?"
Dimitri 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. 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 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?"
I nodded, whimpering.
"Come for me, Roza," Dimitri murmured. He bent down again, 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 as my hips moved, and nonsense left my mouth.
"Please, please, please."
There was no going back. Dimitri's lips were murmuring my name, vibrations racing through me. I screamed out as his tongue pushed me over the edge, and another orgasm ripping through me, leaving me shaking after shouting his name. I tightened around his fingers, but they didn't stop their ministrations.
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.
"Are you okay?" Dimitri whispered, leaning over me.
"I'm perfect," I whispered back, relishing the feel of him inside of me.
His arms were framing 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 wrapped my legs around his waist tightly, 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 demanded. "Kiss me!"
Dimitri complied, his lips meeting mine. The pleasure tingled through me again, and I knew that I was close to coming.
"Dimitri!" I whimpered.
His thrusts picked up speed, slamming into me faster and harder. My nails dug into his back, leaving 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. He managed 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. I would have my way with them and then be gone, leaving them with memories of a vixen who blew their minds. This was a one-night thing fueled by pot and pent-up lust. That was it.
There especially was no future with someone like Dimitri.
He was too good, too pure to be with someone like me.
"You better be here in the morning," I muttered, not letting him in on any of my thoughts as sleep started 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 then, I was too far gone to comprehend it.
When I woke in the morning, muted sunlight was shining through the windows, and the bed beside me was cold.
And empty.
My jaw clenched, but 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 over, though, I caught a whiff of Dimitri's aftershave and bolted upright.
No more sleep for me.
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 could feel safe to have a completely random hook-up again.
I didn't bother pulling on 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 since the accident.
I glanced at my phone, seeing that it was well past eight in the morning. I theoretically could make it to school and salvage the second half of the day, but I didn't feel like going at all at this point. One skipped day wasn't going to kill me.
Deciding to be productive with my day off, 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 where 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 at the kitchen island, and she moved closer.
"But don't spare the details!"
I laughed and explained the night with a PG rating 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 it as I blew him and from frantically writhing in the bed last night as I chased 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, mostly because I knew that Dimitri was definitely sporting some of his own.
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 had 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, while the other side held a silver badge reading Federal Bureau of Investigation, with a big, black FBI in the center.
The metal badge sounded like a gunshot when it hit the floor, and the world went black.