A/N: This chapter is pretty lengthy. Not going to apologize for that, because, hey, more words for you all. Consider this a part 1 of 2. The second part should be finished relatively soon.
Warning: This chapter consists of mature themes and content.
Enjoy!
-A.J
XOXOXO
Keeping her head low and her strides purposeful Nicky made her way to electrical. She took a deep breath and wiped her sweaty palms down the length of her pants. Was she really doing this? Could she even through with it? This was her last chance to back out. The minute she went in there her mind would be set.
Opening the door, Nicky poured all her anger and pain into a facade of confidence and conviction. Walking in with her typical swagger and a saucy grin, she spotted Luschek hunched over his desk working on something.
"Hey Luschek," Nicky said with a smirk. "Ever wonder what it's like to fuck a lesbian?" She strode over to where he stood and rested her palms on his desk, leaning forward, and staring at him with raised eyebrows.
"Why? You offering?" he asked, not bothering to look up from the lamp he was working on. He grabbed the cord and leaned over to plug it in, paying her no real mind. Flipping the switch, the bulb flickered. He wiggled the wire at the base, and it came to life, emitting a steady golden light. "Ha!" he said, pointing finger guns at it with both hands. "And that my fine, fine friend is how you fix a lamp." He finally looked up at her. "Right?" he asked with open hands at his side, grinning like a kid. "Who's the man?"
Nicky tilted her head to the side and winced. "I'm still trying to figure that one out." She probably would have found the situation much more humorous if she wasn't focusing so much on keeping her shit together. The banter was familiar, and that grounded her enough to keep her from puking, but she was still on edge and needed something to release all the adrenaline and rage she was feeling.
"I fixed it. It was totally broken. Like unfixable broken," Luschek said, his eagerness not lessening because of her jabs. He would never have acted like he cared in front of any of the other prisoners, but Nicky was different. Sure, she'd give him shit, but she would also understand that even he needed something to do to avoid the mind-numbing boredom his workshop could induce.
"Congratulations, the master has now caught up to the students," Nicky said rolling her eyes. This was a weird twilight-zoney version of Luschek she hadn't been expecting to see. While it would be amusing any other day, Nicky couldn't focus on it. She had a reason for being there and palling around with Luschek wasn't it. She was on a mission, and his oddities were not going to distract her.
She walked around to the other side of the desk, hip checking him out of the way, and grabbed a piece of gum from the pack laying there. Noticing that it was cinnamon she smirked. "Changing flavors on me?" When Luschek didn't answer, she rolled her eyes and pulled her top off tossing it at him.
Luschek batted the shirt away from his face and knocked the lamp over in the process. "What the fuck Nichols?" Luschek snapped, as the lamp clattered to the floor. "I just fixed that." He didn't even realize what had hit him until he moved to pick it up. His eyes widened, and he looked at her in disbelief. Spluttering out noises of confusion, he brought the shirt back—forgetting all about his broken lamp—and tried to hand it to her.
Nicky snatched the shirt away from him and tossed it onto the desk. "Really? I offer you sex with no strings, and you're gonna worry 'bout a damn lamp? I promise you, Piper can make you a new one. She's become a master craftsman at all things electrically luminescent."
He took several steps back away from her, as though that could protect him from how inappropriate the situation was. "You need to put your shirt back on," he stuttered, pointing at the abandoned garment. He didn't sound angry, despite his attempts. Desperation coated his tone—neither of them sure if it was from the fear of being caught or the fear that something might happen.
Nicky walked towards him, determined to succeed. "Come on Luschek. I didn't take you for the kind to pass up a good time." She had him backed against the metal shelves behind his desk and was running a hand up his chest towards his neck. She scratched the back of it with her fingernails, hoping to distract him from whatever morals he suddenly decided he had.
"Oh, my God," he grumbled, rubbing a hand down his face. He looked up towards the ceiling and tried to catch his breath. Looking back down his eyes made their way to her chest, and he stared at her cleavage longingly. It would be so easy for him to lose himself in her flesh. She looked soft, warm, and... inviting.
Nicky tugged his shirt out of his pants, ignoring his mental struggle. She just wanted to get on with things, and she knew he would cave in the end. All the ways this scenario had played out in her head, Luschek being resistant was not one of them. She knew he liked her—it wasn't love, but there was no question in her mind that he would be up for an afternoon quickie.
He gripped her wrists in both of his hands, stopping her from going towards his belt. Luschek needed to get ahold of the situation fast if he had any hopes of stopping this altogether. He tried to ignore her challenging grin at the way he was holding her. She was daring him to go further, and he was tempted to wipe that damn smirk off her face.
"What the hell Nichols? What game are you fucking playing?" She didn't struggle in his grip. Which he was grateful for, but he briefly wondered what it would be like if she did. He would never force himself on any woman, but the idea of Nicky writhing beneath him had him closing his eyes once more. He needed to get a grip. Taking several deep breaths, he tried to forget his dirty thoughts.
"Listen, I need you to stop questioning things and start acting like the lecherous scumbag you pretend to be." She jerked her hands out of his and walked back over to his desk. "Come here," she said, gesturing to him with a come-hither movement.
It was by no means supposed to be seductive. Rather than anything sexy, Nicky felt like she was dealing with a bumbling teenager who didn't know what he was doing—story of her life as far as men were concerned. She took her boots and socks off as she waited for him to get a grip on himself.
As though he was following a siren's song, Luschek found himself crossing the room and standing before her without even realizing that he was moving. He tried to think of all the reasons that this was wrong and a terrible idea. The list was becoming less and less convincing the more he stared at her lips.
"Sit," Nicky said, jutting her chin at the chair in front of her. She could see that he no longer had any fight in him. He was hers, and she planned on using that power in a way she'd never expected. "Just for a little while, I need you to forget where we are and who we are. Think you can handle that?" she paused, but received no response.
Luschek sat down in front of her. His hands shook, but he was quick to grip the handles of the chair to hide their tremor. Nicky, his best friend—and inmate—in Litchfield, was sitting in front of him nearly topless and propositioning him. She said no strings attached, but he wasn't that stupid. There were always strings of some sorts. That's just what happened with sex. Things got messy.
The prison bra wasn't exactly flattering, but the idea that there was only that small bit of fabric covering her left him practically drooling. He wanted to jump up, bend her over the desk, and fuck her hard, but he couldn't manage to breathe normally let alone move.
Something was wrong. Things like this didn't happen to regular guys. They happened in pornos and to rich guys and underwear models. They didn't happen to him, and they certainly didn't star Nicole Nichols.
Reaching up, Nicky slid her hands up her stomach and cupped her breast, massaging them with obviously exaggerated dramatics. "That get your blood going?" She pinched at her nipples, letting out an honest hiss at the sensation.
With Red leaving, she had spent the past few weeks solely focused on the other woman. Her sex life hadn't been a priority, and she was definitely feeling the stronger sensations the neglect had created. Everything felt much more intense. On top of the dry spell, she knew her emotions had her all over the place, and an audience never hurt.
Nicky watched as his eyes locked onto her chest, but he made no move to engage. She dropped her hands and snapped a finger in front of his face. "Jesus, you sure I'm the gay one?"
Luschek licked his lips. With a level of self-restraint he never knew he had, he lifted his eyes to meet hers. "Why are you here?" he asked, not understanding. None of this made sense. Even, on the rare occasion, when he fantasized about her, it never played out this way. His fantasies that could rival a porno's plot or lack thereof seemed more realistic than what was happening.
Hooking her feet into the handles of his chair, Nicky pulled him towards her. She rested her feet on either side of him. Her breasts were now practically eye level. "Just enjoy the fact that I am," she said in frustration. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him towards her.
Luschek found himself rolling further towards the desk. Nicky's legs were on the chair next to his hips, and suddenly his face was inches from her chest. Without thinking about it, he placed his hands on the inside of her thighs. "What are we doing?" he asked, looking up at her with questioning eyes.
"Fucking," Nicky said bluntly. She grabbed his hands and guided them to the back of her bra. "I know you don't get a lot, but surely you know the basics, right?" She smirked at him. When he didn't move right away, she wiggled in his grasp expectantly.
Not thrilled with Nicky's cocky grin or the condescending tone in her voice, something clicked. This was going to be fun. Luschek grabbed her by the hips roughly and pulled her down onto his lap. He grinned at the surprised yelp she let out. "I know more than just the basics sunshine." As he spoke he tweaked her nipple roughly.
Nicky sucked in a sharp breath of air in response to his touch. Now they were getting somewhere. She had almost been ready to give up, but finally, he was giving her something to work with. As his fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra, she bit her lip and closed her eyes. Sure, he was her friend, and she had every intention of fucking him, but she still didn't want to see him naked.
Turning in his arms, Nicky reached behind her and opened the desk drawer. She grasped around until she found the flask she knew he kept hidden. As her bra loosened and lay slack against her, Nicky unscrewed the top and took a hit. She didn't care what was in it as long as it got her buzzing.
Luschek watched Nicky as she swallowed. Her throat bobbed, and he leaned forward and scraped his teeth against the soft flesh between her neck and shoulder. He sucked sloppily on the skin as she pulled the cool metal away from her lips.
"Fuck, that's awful," Nicky coughed, wiping away any traces of the cheap whiskey with the back of her hand. "What the hell is in that? Gasoline?" She took another hit, resulting in a similar reaction.
"Gimmie that," Luschek said, reaching for the flask. She always fucking did that. She'd come into his office criticize all his stuff and then steal it anyways. He hated her sometimes—even half naked her.
"Nu-uh." Nicky shook her head and raised the flask above her head. "All mine," she said, arching her back in the hopes of distracting him.
Nicky's chest heaved in front of his eyes, and Luschek lost his train of thought. He leaned forward and latched onto her collarbone, hands exploring the naked expanse of her back. She was as soft as he knew she'd be and tasted even better. There was a tinge of salty sweat filming her flesh, but it was intoxicating, and it increased his desire past the point of caring about consequences.
Closing her eyes, Nicky took another chug of whatever terrible liquid was sloshing around inside the flask and shuddered. She moved one hand to the back of Luschek's neck and pulled him closer. She could feel the rush of heat down her throat as the liquid surged towards her stomach. The feel of his beard scratching, the scrape of his teeth against her skin, the alcohol pulling her into a cloudy haze—this was starting to work. Everything still hurt, but she tried to shove the feelings and thoughts away.
"Nichols" Luschek whined, remembering that she'd hijacked his flask. "Let me have some of that." This time he managed to catch her by the wrist and pulled her arm towards him. He didn't even really want any, but the fact that she wouldn't let him just irked him into fighting for it.
With a hand on his chest, Nicky pushed him back. "Hey big guy, I hate to break it to you, but prince charming you are not. I need this more than you do." She didn't mention the other reasons she wanted it, nor did she want to. With a toss of her head, she took several more swallows. Draining the remainder, she tipped the empty flask upside down over their laps and wiggled it. "Sorry."
"What the fuck? This was your idea!" Luschek whined, nearly ready to push her back off of his lap. Why did she always pull this shit? Why did he let her?
Nicky winked at him and shrugged. She leaned forward and let her bra begin to slide off. It was only a moment before Luschek dropped his frustration and remembered that the important thing here was the woman who wanted him to pleasure her. He began peeling the undergarment off, and she watched his reaction as bit-by-bit her flesh was exposed. She could feel the warm fuzzy feeling of the alcohol settling in and relaxed.
XOXOXO
Squinting as she stepped outside, Red was surprised to find that she didn't feel differently. Surely she should be feeling something. Prison hadn't been horrible to her, but it was still prison. A sense of freedom, relief, or even trepidation were all absent.
What she did feel was pain. Her chest hurt, and she knew it wasn't something that was going to go away. She rubbed the heel of her hand against her breastbone knowing the gesture was futile. She hated leaving like this. If they had let her, she seriously would have considered staying until Nicky's release, just to be with her.
It wasn't that Red felt a codependence towards Nicky, but she felt like she was abandoning her. How could she walk away knowing that her girl was trapped and feel okay about anything? Nicky was alone, and Red hated that.
She heard a car door shut and was snapped out of her thoughts. Shaking her head with a sigh, she realized it wasn't one of the boys. They had never been on time for anything in their lives. Hell, when she had spoken to them the previous night they hadn't even decided who would be picking her up.
Red walked over and sat down on the bench. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly, letting the sun warm her. Three months. It wouldn't be long at all.
XOXOXO
Leaning forward, Luschek dropped his mouth to Nicky's shoulder, nuzzling against her. Once comfortable with this new progression, he slid his mouth along her neck, sucking and nipping at every bit of flesh he could reach. He kept things soft and light, trying not to rush. The last thing he wanted was to spook her or move faster than she was ready.
Eventually, he pulled back and met her gaze. They stared at one another for several moments before he moved his hands towards her chest. With gentle movements, he ran his thumbs across her nipples and watching as her eyes shut. He looked down and watched as her nipples puckered further and longed to skip to the part where they were in his mouth.
Gaining confidence with each minute that passed, he began to massage her chest with gentle touches. He couldn't believe this was happening. He held no more desire to figure out what was going on, preferring to hold onto the more tangible aspects of this situation.
Nicky's back arched as she let out a deep moan and let her head roll back. She hadn't expected him to be so gentle, but she was enjoying the tender ministrations regardless. This was all about forgetting and as his fingers and hands squeezed and massaged her chest, she tried to let her mind drift. Nicky leaned into his touch and let out a heady sigh.
"Fuck," Luschek hissed in response. He slid his hands up her back and leaned forward bracing her body in his grasp. He buried his face in her chest biting and sucking on the flesh before him. He took his time, trying to burn this moment into his memory. Listening to the sounds she made above him, he promised himself that he was going to turn her into a whimpering mess before they were finished.
Moving her hands onto Luschek's shoulders, Nicky opened hooded eyes to watch him as he sucked on the flesh of her right breast. She reached up and laced her fingers through his hair, encouraging him to continue. It was too slow and not enough, but Nicky wanted to drag this out for a while. With the alcohol meddling with her senses, the pain she sought was briefly pushed to the back of her mind.
Luschek wasn't as clumsy as the men she'd been with in the past, but it still wasn't anything she could see herself seeking out. She had an appreciation for the female form that couldn't be rivaled. Nicky had slept with exactly three men in her life.
XOXOXO
The first had been a boy named Matthew. She had been 13 at the time. Matt had been the son of Marka's driver. They had been friends for four years. At 16 he was ready to explore, and Nicky was the most obvious choice. He liked her, but it was easy to convince her. Matt wasn't terrible to look at, and the things he told her had peaked her curiosity. It turned out to be the generic first time tale—clumsy, awkward, painful, and completely unsatisfying on her part.
After that, she'd steered clear of men until she was nearly 17. She was already experimenting with girls and had an unquenchable thirst for all things female. However, there was still a line between being bisexual and being a lesbian that she hadn't 100% committed to. She was no dumb dumb, and one failed experience wasn't enough to truly base her sexuality on in her mind.
Nicky was well-read and highly intelligent. Going against Marka's wishes—and suggestions of boarding schools, academies, and tutors—Nicky wanted to go to public school for her last four years. She was lonely and wanted friends… real friends, not carbon clones of Marka and her socialite-filled circles. She even opted to go into the grade that was age appropriate despite the fact that she was well ahead of them academically.
She tried to dumb herself down around her peers to fit in, and for the most part, it worked. But it hadn't gone undetected by her junior year English teacher. He saw through her facade almost instantly which brought forth a kind of attention that she had never before received.
Ryan was smart and handsome. He engaged her in discussions that went beyond the limitations of class. At first, it was just after class, but soon she found herself skipping periods and lunches, just to spend time with him. Eventually, it led to after-school meetings and drives to the coffee shop nearby. They talked about the books they read for class and the books they read for pleasure. He opened her eyes to new authors and philosophies she'd never been exposed to. He talked to her like an equal, and they had so much in common. More than anything though she was drawn to him because he listened to her when she spoke—really listened.
Nicky had hoped that he might be better than Matthew but was sorely disappointed. The moment things turned sexual everything changed. Ryan stopped listening to her and started focusing mainly on himself and what she could give him.
It was quickly clear that her age and the taboo nature of their situation was the real draw for him. It left her even more disheartened and shameful of her gullibility. The day after they had sex he had her transferred out of his class and explained that it was over. He knew her well enough to know that she wouldn't seek any vengeance or make things difficult. That would only draw unwanted attention from her mother and a lifetime of I-told-you-so-s.
The last time Nicky wasn't proud of—much more so than her previous attempts. She didn't like to count it as actually happening, but ever since she had gotten clean, she knew that she had to stop lying to herself. It had happened. There was no hiding from the truth.
There was nothing about curiosity or romance, it was all about the drugs. Her worst mistakes always were. Nicky's memories of the incident were vague at best. The man's face was blurry, and no name ever came to mind. Maybe it started with a J?
She had scored with the payment of a simple hand-job. It was a new low, but it had been easy, and she didn't have cash. Marka had canceled her card for the fourth time that year, but Nicky had always been resourceful. The thing about scoring from other users is that they were more apt to accept alternate means of payment.
As soon as he handed the gear over, she shot up on the spot and settled down in the abandoned building to ride it out. She didn't blame it on circumstances or drugs or even the guy. It was a position that she had put herself into. The details were sketchy, but she remembered him pushing her until she was lying down and then trying to kiss her.
The one clear detail she held onto was his rancid breath washing over her as he got close. She shoved his face away, but after that, there wasn't much she remembered—including whether or not she tried to stop him at all.
Regardless of how it had played out, she knew it was her own choices that had led her to that predicament. Years of rebellion and escapism had pushed her from one destructive vice to the next until she had reached that new level of low. The details didn't matter. She carried the shame even years after it had happened.
XOXOXO
Nicky was comfortable enough to demand this from Luschek, but the fact was that sleeping with a man just amplified the pain and self-destruction that she was looking for. He would never hurt her intentionally—she knew that. It was just that she wanted something else to feel bad about.
Oblivious to her plight, Luschek drew her nipple into his mouth and groaned. It felt good, but she was starting to realize that wasn't enough. She needed more than just a distraction. When she looked down at what he was doing, she could see how much he was enjoying this. Nicky rolled her eyes and scrunched them shut. She didn't need to feel good, she needed to forget. The alcohol was helping, but she could still feel the pain of losing Red, as intensely as if she were still sitting in that hall.
She rolled her hips against him and felt his hardness beneath her. Nicky didn't understand why he wasn't moving along faster—why he seemed to be taking his time. She wasn't there for tender.
"Hey Romeo," Nicky said, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling his mouth away from her. She cleared her throat annoyed by how husky she sounded. "Want to, uh, speed things up a bit?" She ground her hips against him once more and had to contain her laughter as he gasped in response.
"Stop doing that," he snapped through gritted teeth. He wasn't going to act like some sloppy asshole who was only out to get himself off. Despite his low opinion of himself and her even lower opinion, she wasn't here to slum it. If Nicky had come to him, it was because she wanted something. If she just wanted a quick, heated fuck, she could have girls lining up to be with her.
Nicky tossed her head back and laughed. "That," she accented with an exaggerated roll of her hips, "is the whole point of this." She was surprised when Luschek gripped her hips tightly and lifted her away from his crotch.
He was still trying to wrap his head around Nicky coming to him for sex. She was acting like that was all she wanted. Maybe he needed to stop overthinking it. "Just… slow down a little," he said, setting her back down a little closer to his knees.
"Slow down?" she asked, eyes wide in disbelief. Nicky reached down between them and began to unbuckle his belt. "My advice to you is let's get to the actual fucking before I change my mind."
"Can't argue with that," Luschek said, pushing her off his lap and standing up. "Carpe Sexium," he laughed as he unbuckled his pants.
"Dumbass," Nicky said grinning at him. "You wanna seize the six?"
"Oh, and I'm sure you know how to say it," he said, sarcastically. He hated when she called him out on shit. Luschek knew that he wasn't a complete moron, but he also knew Nicky was smart as hell.
"'Course I do," Nicky said with a cheeky wink. "Carpe coitus, my friend. Carpe coitus."
Running out of banter, they stood facing one another frozen in an awkward gaze. Nicky felt her cheeks catch fire. She was grateful when he grabbed her and turned her away from him, apparently feeling as weird as she was about the whole thing.
Luschek watched her back—the rise and fall of her shoulders as she breathed, the sharp angles of her shoulder blades, the curve of her waist. It fueled his lust, and he took a step closer. With careful movements, Luschek cupped her breasts and massaged the fleshy globes with rough, calloused hands. His breathing turned into hot, ragged pants against her neck. This was actually happening. He kissed at the spot just behind her ear, hot breath making its way into her ear causing her to break out in goosebumps.
Nicky bit her lip trying to hold back the noises she wanted to make. She didn't know what to do in this position. She didn't know how to respond. Fuck, she didn't even know where to put her hands. She shoved one through her hair out of desperation. Maybe this was a mistake. Did she really want to do this? She felt his fingers slide against her nipples and as he rolled them with tight pinches, she sighed a breath of relief.
Hands moving lower, Luschek squeezed her waist as they descended to her hips. He stepped forward, pulling her back against him. Moving one hand towards her center, he leaned forward so that he could cup her between the legs.
Nicky pressed her hands on the desk to catch her balance as she toppled forwards. She hadn't been expecting that. He'd been reticent up until that point—cautious and testing the waters. Now it seemed like he was finally on board. At least now her hands had something to do.
"You sure about this?" he asked. Rubbing his fingers against her sex. One hand moved back to her breast, and he massaged it with a firm more painful grasp.
Nicky nodded. She was sure. The fact that he even asked pushed away her doubts and anxieties. Despite his gruff exterior and off-handed nature, he cared about her. Now she just needed him to get a little more energetic.
His hands found their way to her hips. Holding her steady, he ground against her. He let out a low groan as he rubbed against her ass. He had to force himself to stop. There were much better places he'd rather be rubbing himself. Hooking his thumbs in her waistband, he slid her pants and underwear down in one swift move. His own soon followed.
XOXOXO
The one saving grace was that it wasn't sweltering outside, and the bench was in the shadow of the awning. The heat would only have increased her already fiery temper. Red absently wondered what the absence of feeling homesick was. This smelled like Dmitri's work. If not in deed than in raising their sons to be no more responsible than he was.
Thankfully she had made arrangements to stay with Vasily. If she had to share space with Dmitri, she feared she would end up right back in Litchfield. It was only a temporary solution, but Maxsim had told her that he'd found a few apartments in her price range that he wanted to show her.
She was by no means wealthy, but once she had found out about the shop, she had Yuri put it up for sale. It was a prime spot and with new owners, and no ties to Ganya and his goons, it would surely be successful for the young couple that had bought it. They were opening a small restaurant of their own. After the sale had been finalized, and Dmitri had reluctantly forfeited his share after the guilt trip his boys laid on him, Yuri had put half of the money in savings and invested the other half in stocks. After three years she had a nice nest egg that was continuing to grow. Yuri had become quite the day-trader.
Part of her knew she was too hard on Dmitri. He had done the best he could, and the boys, after all, had turned out to be sons she could be proud of. The shop was hardly the only hitch in their relationship, though. It was just an easy breaking point, and she had taken advantage of that. They weren't the same people they had been, and she didn't want to find out if they ever could be again. That chapter of her life was done with, and she held no regrets.
Yuri had become quite successful at day-trading and had begun to freelance his skills as soon as he reached adulthood. He now had a successful clientele list built up and was doing more than well enough to help her in any way he could. She often wondered if his keen sense of money and how it worked had anything to do with how involved he was with running the shop after her incarceration. While his marriage was always in some form of chaos, he and his wife always seemed to gravitate back together. As of the past six months, she and the children were back at home—the guinea pig had not survived the trip and had promptly been replaced with an iguana.
While she had always encouraged her boys to go to college, Maxsim was the only one who had finished. Yuri had dropped out temporarily after his second child was born and by the time he had the opportunity to return he was doing well enough for himself that it seemed silly. Vasily had chosen to not to go at all.
Maxsim had decided to major in Russian History. It was ridiculous. While she appreciated that he respected their heritage Red thought it was a complete waste of both time and money. Her sons were very familiar with her homeland to a degree that rivaled their understanding of America. His plan was to teach, but she told him that he should probably learn to wait tables in the meantime. Who the hell was going to hire a Russian History teacher? His last semester he decided that he wanted to do stand-up comedy. Now he made rounds through the area's open mic nights, never quite getting anywhere, but surviving. Still single and childless, he had always taken it upon himself to help Dmitri when he was needed, and for that she was grateful. He had done alright for himself, all things considering.
Lastly was Vasily. He had always been her baby before prison and throughout most of her sentence. She wasn't sure how he would feel losing that title but had a feeling that he and Nicky would bond quickly. If ever there were a pair to drive her to the edge of sanity, it would be them. Now he had a boy of his own, who apparently took after his mother. She had only met Alexei a handful of times over the years, but he was always polite, clean, and stayed out of trouble—nothing like his father. Red had known Lida's family for years. They were good people, and Lida made Vasily behave. She hoped that despite their aversion to marriage they would stay together and possibly give her more grandchildren. She would never say it to the boys, but Alexei was much cuter than all of Yuri's kids combined.
Examining her nails, Red didn't even look up when the yellow cab pulled up. She suspected that it would still be some time before one of them showed up for her.
"Are you Mrs. Reznikov?" a muffled voice called out from within the cab
Red looked up and rolled her eyes. "Oh, for fuck's sake," she muttered, as she rose to her feet. They called her a fucking cab. She quickly took back every nice thought she'd just had about all of them. Nicky was the only good child she had.
Walking over to the cab, the man jogged around to open the door for her. She was so focused on the odd manners that she didn't recognize the familiar figure until he raised his head, as he opened the passenger door.
"Sorry mama, I got stuck in traffic," Maxsim said, with a grin. He pulled her into a hug before she could react—hoping that it would distract her enough so that she didn't hit him. It didn't work, and he rubbed his arm the whole way back to the driver's seat.
XOXOXO
Nicky heard his clothes hit the floor and suddenly found her confidence. She kicked off her puts, stepped out of her pants, spun around, and shoved him onto his chair. Seconds later she was back on his lap ready to go.
Grinning in response to the smirk on her face, Luschek widened his legs and watched as her ass dipped slightly. He moved a hand to her lower back while moving the other between her thighs. No longer asking himself if this was actually happening, he slid a finger against her.
Nicky held onto the arms of the chair to steady herself. She jumped at the first touch of his fingers. She wasn't exactly ready physically, but she needed this. Her heart was breaking, and despite their banter and light words, it kept hitting her with new waves of pain every time she started to forget.
Luschek slid his finger against her folds carefully. It didn't go unnoticed that the ration of his hardness to her wetness was severely unbalanced. He licked his fingers and resumed his ministrations, rubbing the tip of one finger against her entrance.
After a little manual stimulation, she started to become wet, and he spread the moisture around. Once he began to glide across her skin, he slid a finger inside carefully and watched her face for any sign of pain. He found none. She looked tense, but she'd had that air about her since she arrived. It was a look of firm determination, not one of fear or regret. He began to move even slow even strokes, hoping to build up her arousal slowly.
Nicky's hips moved eagerly against his rhythm. "Harder," she groaned after a moment, hands moving to his shoulders. She dug the tips of her short nails into his flesh, hoping to encourage him. She felt like they were back to square one and her frustration left her fuming.
He pulled his finger back out and with a stroke of intelligence made no comment about the gravelly noise of desperation that she made when he did. Luschek smirked as her eyes widened in anger. It was then that he quickly worked two fingers inside her. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her features calmed. Mentally he gave himself a high five.
As Luschek began to increase the rhythm of his motions, Nicky felt a surge of heat rising through her center. This was what she'd come here for—a lustful indulgence that would make her world bearable. She wanted to forget her pain, but she also desired to embrace it. She was still tight around his fingers but pushed for more. "Another," she groaned, biting her lip.
Luschek was her friend, nothing more. She didn't hate him, but he was still a sleaze. Nicky had never been attracted to him—sexually or romantically. Hell, she was a lesbian who didn't even hold a mild curiosity about men. Not once would she ever have believed that she would come to him for sex. It was incomprehensible.
Maybe that was why she had come to him. It was easier to comprehend sex with Luschek than it was to face the reality of being separated from the only mother she'd ever really felt like she belonged to.
"Dammit Luschek," she growled, cursing him for not giving her for what she asked for. She could feel herself adjusting and that wasn't what she wanted. Unexpectedly she felt a stinging smack on her ass. "Fucking hell," she snapped, reaching back to rub at the spot. "You did not just try to spank me.
"What can I say?" Luschek shrugged. "You've got a great caboose." He wasn't just gonna let her boss him around and be all bitchy and demanding. Plus, he was having far too much fun to let her ruin his good time.
She couldn't stop herself from laughing. This was Luschek. He wasn't gonna be forceful or demanding; he was gonna be goofy and stupid and try to rile her up, just to make her crazy. She smirked at the proud grin on his face, reached down and twisted his nipple roughly.
" ! What the hell you crazy bitchy?" Luschek said, yanking his finger from within her and rubbing at the sore spot. "That hurt!" He glared up at her but stayed silent, until Nicky brought her thumb up and rubbed it against the now wet spot.
"You uh, got a little something," she said, leaning forward and licking her own wetness off his chest. She was rewarded for her efforts with three fingers being worked into her. "Yes," she groaned, rocking her hips with need. She bit down on his nipple before pulling back up and focusing on her own pleasure.
Grinning up at her, Luschek slid a hand to the sore spot on her ass and dug his fingers into the flesh, pulling her against him in rhythm. He finally found a pace that he thought worked and moved them in rhythm. Nicky's wetness was dripping down his fingers, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could hang in there.
Furrowing her brow, Nicky opened her eyes and focussed on the rhythm of her hips. She met him thrust for thrust, but it still wasn't enough. "More," she whispered, rising up on her knees a little and thrusting down hard on his fingers.
Grabbing her by the back of the neck, he pulled her forward to lean against him. With no more worry about her balance, he moved the thumb of his other hand to her clit and moved his fingers roughly inside of her. Every time he thought he'd reached her limits the thrusting of her hips encouraged him to keep going.
Her orgasm took her by surprise. She wasn't ready for it, but her body had other things in mind. She tried to hold it off as long as she could but eventually lost. Nicky bit down on his shoulders, as she held back a scream. She shook around his fingers and reached a hand down to steady his.
Luschek could feel her shaking around his fingers, but he pushed on thrusting in slow pressurized movements. She was hissing curses under her breath, and he knew he'd surprised her. Putting a hand on the back of her neck, he squeezed encouragingly. It was a surreal moment, one he felt he didn't quite deserve.
"Fuck," Nicky groaned. sitting back up when he finally stopped. "I didn't think you had it in you. I figured you more of a skip the foreplay and dive right in kinda guy." She took in a few heavy breaths. Wiping the back of her arm against her forehead, she was surprised by how much she was sweating.
Luschek shrugged, trying to look like it was no big deal and failing miserably. He was fucking proud as hell that he had exceeded any expectations she'd had. "Just wait for the main event." He said, playfully grabbing her by the hips and shaking her gently.
Nicky raised her eyebrows in challenge. "Oh yeah? Well, the main event is fucking next because there's no way I'm returning that favor."
"See," Luschek said with a lecherous smile, "I took you for the kinda girl who would excel at foreplay."
Nicky laughed. "Oh, I do. Trust me. Just in case you forgot, I'm also gay as hell. You get the sex, or you get blue balls, but there's no way I'm blowing you. I figure you'd rather fuck than get spent by a hand-job."
"First of all, I would not be spent after one round. Also, you're right, sex sounds way better," he grumbled, conceding that she was right. He was ready and couldn't even focus on banter. He just wanted to be inside of her.
Their gaze locked until Nicky finally looked down, chuckling. "Dammit man, I never thought we'd end up in this position."
"Me either," Luschek said. "Why are you here?" he asked, sincerity once more creeping into his tone.
Nope. She wasn't having that conversation. With a saucy grin, Nicky cocked her head and let out an amused smile. "I'm here to get fucked. Let's get on with it already," she said, reaching down between them.
XOXOXO
"….and tomorrow night everyone is going to Yuri's for a welcome home dinner. We thought it might be a little overwhelming to do it tonight. I bet there are so many things you're just dying to do. What do you want to do first? We could go get ice cream?"
Red forced a smile onto her lips and patted her son's knee. "Not just yet Maxsim. I think I just want to go get settled. It's been a long couple of days." He was just like his father. Ice cream. As if a bowl full of sweets could brush all her troubles away.
They drove along in silence for a few moments, but Red couldn't enjoy that either. She shifted in her seat until she could see Litchfield in the side mirror. When that no longer worked, she pulled down the visor. Like all good things in her life, the silence came to an end.
"How does it feel to be free?" Maxsim asked, trying to break the tension.
Red rolled her eyes. She knew she was going to be asked that question a lot over the next few days. "Fine," she replied, not really paying attention. Maxsim was just like Nicky with silence. He needed to fill it.
She turned in her seat and looked over her shoulder, watching through the back the window as Litchfield breezed out of sight. Nicky. She let out a heavy sigh and balled up her hands tightly. "Wait," she said before she realized she'd even opened her mouth. "Stop the car," she pleaded.
Maxsim slowed to a stop. "Mama?" he asked, putting a hand on her arm.
Red shoved his hand off her arm and turned her head towards the window. When he started to talk, she held up a hand stopping him. Without a word, she unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car.
Red tried to calm herself down, but it wasn't working. She faced the road behind them and looked at the prison. Wiping tears from her eyes, all she could think of was Nicky. What was she doing—distracting herself with some random inmate and her insistent need to make women cum? Was she surrounded by the family pretending to be okay—making crass jokes that were a bit too loud and a bit too forced? Was she getting herself into trouble mouthing off to the guards and picking fights? Or had she tucked herself away some place quiet to cry?
Briefly, Red wondered if she would survive this time. Her insides felt ripped out like they'd been left behind and were tugging on her to go back. "I love you, little girl," Red said, bringing her fingers to her lips and kissing them before releasing the sentiment into the wind. "I'll be back for you soon," she promised. Wiping off her cheeks and taking a steadying breath, Red squared her shoulders and got back into the cab.
"Is everythi-"
"Drive," Red said, voice flat and demanding.
XOXOXO
Nicky rose up on her knees slightly, holding herself up with one arm resting on the armrest. Before touching him, she hesitated. It had been so long since she'd done this and there was nothing she found attractive about the male anatomy.
"Fucking hell Nichols," Luschek said, moving her hand out of the way. He jerked at his cock as he ran it up her slit and back down. Lining up at her entrance he pushed against her with firm but gentle pressure until the head was just inside. He didn't move any further, letting her sink lower onto him at her own pace.
Using the armrests to support herself, Nicky slowly lowered until she had about a third of him inside of her. She paused, trying to steady her breathing. She pulled back up and tried again, lowering until she felt stretched to her limit. Looking down she'd made it about halfway. Nicky shook her head starting to wonder if she could do this.
Luschek grabbed her hips and steadied her from moving in either direction. She was hot and soft inside, and he had to force himself to focus on what he was trying to say. "Do you want to change positions?" he asked. He couldn't stop his hands from gripping her hips tighter when she moved them to a slightly different angle.
"Just give me a minute," she said, busy concentrating on relaxing her core muscles. She felt his fingers loosen and she lifted back up. Angling her pelvis towards him, she nodded at him. Biting her lip, she felt him slip inside her at a much better angle.
Luschek could feel the difference in the change. Nicky was still tight around him, but there was less resistance, and before he knew it he was bottomed out. He dropped his head to her shoulder and groaned. Sitting back up he smirked at her and said, "Alright Nichols, you've got the reigns."
"Stop talking," Nicky said, putting a hand over his mouth. She widened her eyes in warning and tilted her head slightly. Without any warning, warm sticky heat smeared across her palm. "Did you seriously just fucking lick my hand?" she asked in disgust. She wiped her hand off on his shoulder and shook her head.
Luschek laughed as he slid his hands beneath her ass and gave an encouraging squeeze. "You wanna talk about it or fuck?" he asked. As she experimentally rocked her hips, he dropped his head back in relief and let out an unbidden groan.
Trying to ignore him, Nicky moved against him until she found the right rhythm and angle. From there it was much easier to get herself adjusted to his girth without the pain from earlier. It was still uncomfortable but was getting better with each stroke.
With hands still attached to her ass, he started to pull her against him encouragingly. She looked up at him with hooded eyes, and he had to remind himself that the lust he saw was solely about pleasure and nothing to do with him. She could be so easy to love, and with the slow rhythmic movements, he could almost pretend that this wasn't just sex.
That was definitely not a safe train of thought. Letting out a heavy breath Luschek raised a hand and tweaked her nipple sharply. Her face broke out into a snarl, and he felt the sentimentality leave him. "You ready sunshine?" he asked.
Nicky nodded and braced herself for what would happen next. "Show me what ya got?" she prompted. Inwardly cringing, Nicky knew exactly how cheesy that had sounded. It didn't matter, though, she wasn't here to impress him.
Luschek readjusted her in his hands and guided her against him with a little more force. Each time she pushed back against him he tugged her forward once more. They found a rhythm that suited them both and let it build up the energy between them for a few minutes.
"Fuck," Luschek hissed. He slid a hand around her lower back and hugged her against him so that she couldn't move. When she tried to pull back, he used his other hand to grab the back of her neck between his thumb and index finger at the base of her skull. "Just hang on a minute," he grunted between clenched teeth.
It took Nicky a second to realize what was going on. She couldn't hide the cheeky smile that spread across her lips. "What's the problem?" she asked in a husky tone that was supposed to have sounded teasing and not quite so salacious. She ran a hand through his hair and scratched her nails against the back of his scalp.
Luschek tilted his head, trying to escape the pleasurable sensations that tingled in arcs away from where her fingers touched. Instead of responding, he dropped his head against her shoulder and tried to focus on something other than his impending orgasm.
Getting serious, Nicky considered if it was really worth the cost of her own orgasm to force him into one of his own. She moved her hand to his shoulder and relaxed in his hold on her. This was a rare gesture, and she appreciated it.
After a handful of moments, he lifted his head back up and nodded. He reached for her hand that was gripping the chair tightly and moved that to his shoulder as well. Without any more delay, he grabbed her hips and began to thrust into her with new enthusiasm.
She wanted to deny how good it felt. She wanted to focus on the small bit of pain that still existed, but his hands manipulated her body against his, and she had a hard time concentrating on any particular thought.
He could see the effect he was having on her and Luschek prided himself on that. As she leaned back slightly, her chest pushed towards him, and he zoned in on it with lustful hunger. Once more his arm was around her back while the other brought her breast up to his mouth.
Nicky couldn't help but groan as he sucked on her flesh. It was scary how well he seemed to have discovered and adapted to exactly what she needed in each moment. She slid a hand down between them and began to rub at her clit with a desperate need to cum.
Luschek rocked his hips against her, and he slid his free hand to hers. Brushing her away he began to stroke his thumb against her. Faster her hips rocked against him, and she was soon moaning with abandon.
It was too much and not enough all at once. Nicky pushed harder against him, and slid her arms under his so that she could use his shoulders to pull herself closer. "Harder," she pleaded. She wanted to feel pain—needed it. She wanted to forget.
"Nicky," he said, concern crawling into his tone. There was something about the way she was acting that didn't feel right. He couldn't figure out what it was, though.
Nicky shook her head no. "Fuck me harder," she growled.
Without any more hesitation, Luschek did as she asked. The sounds of the flesh smacking filled the room along with Nicky's cries of pleasure and pain. Luschek's breath came in harsh pants as he gave her as much as he could.
A sharp cry of pain slipped from her lips, and Nicky tossed her head back in satisfaction. She slid her hips back into the original position and hissed as he hit her insides from that angle. "Fuck me," she repeated.
He couldn't think any longer. Instead of concern or doubt or even a thought for her pleasure, Luschek fucked her with only one goal—feeling more. He could feel her flinches when the pain hit, but he couldn't stop himself. He was too close.
Nicky could feel her body shaking, and she grunted with each thrust until she couldn't hold it in any longer. Her body released into orgasm and a moment later she felt him cum inside of her.
Dropping her head to his shoulder, Nicky panted heavily trying to catch her breath. The salty stench of sweat and sex filled her lungs. She tried to calm her breathing, knowing that she needed to pull her shit together before she gave herself away.
Luschek was still gripping her waist just above her hips, his thumbs brushing mindlessly against her abdomen. He moved his head to the side and nuzzled against the side of her head. His purpose was to ask if she was okay, but he couldn't get any words out.
Hot breath huffed into her ear, and Nicky leaned the side of her head against Luschek's jaw. She wasn't ready to talk, and somehow, she knew that he was checking on her. Biting her lip, she tried to keep her shoulders steady as hot tears escaped despite her wishes.
There was no way the wet heat on his shoulders was tears. It was sweat. It had to be. They'd worked up enough of it that it was still pooling off their bodies. He felt her legs squeeze tighter around his hips and her nails dig into his shoulders. "Hey," he managed, sliding his hands up to her ribs and trying to pull her off of him. "Are you crying?"
"Fuck you," Nicky spat at him, resisting the tugging on her torso. "Just out of breath. Don't flatter yourself," she added lamely.
"Give me a few minutes first," he teased. Tracing her spine with a finger. Whatever was going on, he was going to let play out. Luschek didn't know what else to do. Honestly, he thought she'd be climbing off of him the minute they'd finished. Maybe he'd just worn her out.
"Please shut up," she mumbled. She felt him stiffen and knew that he'd heard the way her voice cracked. They both stayed still for a moment, barely even breathing.
Finally, his arms moved around her and pulled her closer. He wrapped her up in his grip and didn't let go. They didn't speak, and he didn't try to console her. He just held her, and that seemed to be enough to hold her together.
"Thank you," Nicky mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear. She stayed tense in his arms, but she didn't give into the sobbing that her mind urged her towards. She would not let herself break down. Not here. Not like this.
Luschek nodded and held her a little tighter.
