Dinner had been hysterical. It was around the time Tasha 'accidently' dropped some of her food onto Pavel's lap, and started to dab at his crotch with her napkin, that he realized that although Tasha had provided dinner, she was hoping he'd be dessert. The look of consternation on the usually unflappable guy's face was amusing, as was the way Abe covertly teased him.

"I can't believe your father," Dimitri chuckled. "Did you see Pavel's face when Abe suggested he might stay at Court for a year, and how that would give Pavel 'lots of free time?'"

"I thought Pavel was going to up and run for the hills then," I giggled. "Tasha really doesn't know when to back off, does she?"

"She's always been pretty full on," Dimitri admitted.

It was 10 am, and we were walking companionably back to Guardian dorms. I was carrying my heels in my hand, walking barefoot along the pavement with my Russian God. Since it was just the two of us, I didn't mind the walk.

Mom had eventually extricated Pavel from an increasingly awkward situation by suggesting she and Abe have a quiet drink at a nearby bar. Pavel, of course, was required to attend Abe, so had managed to escape the Ozera house relatively unscathed. The three of them had climbed into a taxi, Pavel thanking Janine repeatedly the whole time.

"Lissa was quiet tonight," Dimitri observed.

"I told her off a bit today."

I explained about the shopping and the difference between how we were treated.

"It's always been that way, ангел."

"Only because people let it be," I argued. "Lissa could have asked us whether we were thirsty, too."

"She probably didn't think of it," he commented.

"I know. But she should have. If they'd offered only me a glass of water, I'd have asked Celeste and Lissa if they wanted one, too."

"I know you would," he replied stopping and turning to face me. "It's one of the things I love about you – the way you always think about others."

"One of the things?" I said looking up at him with a flirty little smile.

"There are others," he said wiggling his eyebrows mischievously.

We went back to walking. I would like to have held his hand, but there were enough people out and about that it wasn't prudent.

"I want to kiss you," I groaned. "Want to sneak into my room and spend the night, Comrade?"

Dimitri's eyes met mine, and they were filled with want and desire.

"Uh ha," he affirmed, and unconsciously we both started walking a bit faster.

By some miracle, when we got to the third floor of the Guardian dorms, everyone was down the far end of the corridor crowded into someone's room. The chants of 'chug chug chug chug' gave me a fair idea of what was going on, but it also gave me a chance to open my dorm room door, shove Dimitri inside before shutting and locking the door behind us.

"Alone at last," I murmured as Dimitri wasted no time, pushing me up against the back of the door.

"I…" kiss, kiss, kiss. "Have wanted…" kiss, nip, hiss. "To do…" groan, kiss, lick. "This to you…" sigh, gasp, nuzzle. "All… fucking… day!" Dimitri groaned. His sensual assault up my neck ended at my ear, and he sucked the lobe it into his hot, greedy mouth, nipping it sensually.

Dimitri's swearing, combined with his breath in my ear then the shock of his bite, sent ripples down my spine to the wet, wanting place between my thighs. My panties were already damp with desire - they'd be absolutely sodden after this!

"All through dinner I kept imagining you on your back," he whispered into my ear, pushing his hips against me. "Me between your thighs, my cock deep in you."

"God yes!" I mewled, eyes closed and fantasizing about just that. It had only been a few days, but it felt like months since he'd claimed me.

He grabbed my hand, pulling away from me slightly and placing it on his covered hardness.

"This is what you do to me," he hissed. "Just thinking about you makes me rock hard."

I stroked him confidently, paying particular attention to the head of his cock where I could feel it pressed against his jeans.

He closed his eyes, and let his head loll back, breathing heavily through his mouth.

"That feels good, doesn't it?" I asked him breathily.

"So good," he confirmed, pushing his hand against mine, forcing it even harder against him. "So, so good!"

I spun us around, moving him until he was the one with his back against the door. Then without warning, I dropped to my knees in front of him, quickly pulling my dress over my head and removing my bra, so I was kneeling in front of him in nothing but a saturated pair of panties. I popped the button of his jeans and carefully unzippered his fly, pulling his pants down around his ankles.

"Briefs again?" I asked, mouthing him through the cotton. There was a large wet spot where his tip was already weeping precum, so I focused my attention there, my tongue rasping against the stretch cotton. The smell was intoxicating; washing powder, the faint fragrance of Dimitri's aftershave and the sweet scent of his precum. Of course, the taste was even better.

"I knew I was going to be turned on," he groaned in explanation, his eyes open again and looking down at where I was sucking his tip through his jocks.

"Do you want me to take you in my mouth, Comrade?" I tempted, giving him a challenging look with my eyes as my mouth went back to working his package.

"Please…" he begged, his eyes looking almost pained.

I giggled, tugging at the waistband of his jocks, sliding them down his hard, muscled thighs, raking my fingernails tantalizingly against his flesh. Pushing his briefs all the way down to his ankles, I slowly reversed the process – tauntingly dragging my nails up his calves and then inner thighs. His thick, hard cock was bobbing in front of my lips, and while Dimitri gripped the doorframe with each hand, steadying himself as his legs were shaking slightly, I leaned forward and licked the tip where it was peeking out from his foreskin, tickling it with my tongue.

"Oh hell Roza," he gasped sounding absolutely desperate.

"Uh ha," I murmured, wrapping my hand around his shaft. "Is this what you need?"

"Yes!"

"Yes, what?!" I demanded, removing my hand.

I looked up at my poor confused man. He was so excited, but he had no idea where I was going with this.

"Yes, Roza?"

"Nah ah," I said shaking my head with a playful pout.

"Yes, ангел?"

"Nope," I said, taking a fingertip and running it down from his navel, along his happy trail to the tight dark curls beneath, stopping at the base of his shaft.

My darling man looked perplexed.

"Yes, Guardian Hathaway," I prompted.

He nodded.

"Say it!" I demanded.

"I need this, Guardian Hathaway!" Dimitri groaned, looking at me in surprise and maybe a little awe.

"Why didn't you say so, Comrade?" I giggled facetiously, wrapping my hand back around him and guiding his cock into my mouth.

He groaned as I exposed the sensitive head, tickling the ridge with my tongue, sucking while I worked his shaft with my hand.

"That's it," he encouraged, dropping one of his hands onto the back of my head to toy with my hair.

"Nah ah," I said, immediately removing my hand and my mouth. "Keep your hands to yourself, Comrade…"

"Can I play with your hair? Please?"

I tilted my head to one side, pretending to consider his request. I looped a long tendril of hair around my finger, passing it to his left hand.

"This one, and only this one…"

"Thank you," he panted, taking it reverently between his thumb and forefinger.

"Thank you…?"

"Thank you, Guardian Hathaway!" he immediately corrected, a grin on his face as he saw my acknowledging nod before I ran my cheek along the side of his dick, taking it within my lips once again.

I could feel him rubbing my strands between his fingers as I stroked him, sucking the head of his cock. Slowly, ever so slowly, I took more of him into my mouth – gently pulling back his foreskin and sliding him over my tongue until I felt his tip nudge the back of my throat. I didn't mind taking him deep. Actually, scratch that – I loved it! But it had to be on my terms – which was the reason my man was presently gripping the timber doorframe with one hand as if his life depended on it, his other hand fingering a long, dark lock of my hair.

I slid up and down, my saliva providing the wetness I knew he liked. Every time my lips pulled up toward his sensitive head and slit, I added a nice hard pressure with my hand, using it on the up and downward stroke but dropping it away as I deep throated him again and again.

My other hand, unoccupied, slid to fondle his balls. The soft pants and gasps as I stroked his sack and trace told me how much he was enjoying my touch. He was usually more vocal when I gave him oral, but we were trying to be quiet; outside I could hear people walking back and forth along the corridor, calling out to one another, laughing and carousing. And if we could hear them, that meant if we were too vocal, they'd be able to hear us.

Slowly working my way up and down my man, I dropped my hand from his nuts, letting it trail over my chin, neck and to my décolletage. Giving my Russian God a careful look to make sure he was watching, I started caressing one of my breasts – working him with one hand, my nipple with the other – the whole time my dark eyes meeting his.

My hand meandered back and forth between my distended nubs. Releasing his cock from my mouth for a moment and pumping it, I used the immediately forthcoming moistness from his tip to lubricate my fingers before I returned them to my tits and my mouth to pleasure him.

Looking down at me with libidinous eyes, I felt Dimitri's cock twitch between my lips – my man liked my little show, although it wasn't doing much for my underwear, as I was now absolutely teeming with desire. Every pinch and tweak at my breasts sending bursts of bliss down to my lady garden, my puffy pink petals preparing themselves for some action.

Bringing my mind back to Dimitri, and the job at hand, I focused more on the head, pulling my lips almost all the way to the end of his length, then rolling my tongue around the ridge, stopping to tickle the little piece of skin on the underside of his cock. He couldn't help himself from bucking his hips. My poor man needed this, and he was so close, now.

I pushed him resolutely to lean back against the door again before wrapping my hand around his penis. His soft pants getting faster, I knew we were in the home stretch. I was taking him deep, sucking hard and stroking firmly. But I couldn't help it – I needed relief, too. I was so turned on I just couldn't take it anymore, so I dropped my other hand into my panties to give myself some attention. I moaned when I found my tight bundle of nerves in the slickness of my slit. Rubbing in sync with the tempo with which I was sucking Dimitri, I could feel myself immediately respond, and suddenly we were racing to the finish, and it was a matter of which of us would cum first.

"So close," he panted, and I sped up slightly, gripping his shaft even tighter. I was so close, too!

"I'm not sure if she's back yet," I heard a voice comment almost right outside our door. Female, so probably Chelsea. "She said she was going to dinner at Lissa's tonight."

I didn't stop. In fact, I didn't even slow down as there was a knock on the other side of the door Dimitri was leaning against.

My Russian God's eyes were nearly bugging out of his head, but it didn't have any effect on what was happening below his waist. Right now, his dick had a mind of its own – and coitus interruptus wasn't on the agenda.

"Rose? You back yet?" Chelsea called through the door.

I was still circling my clit with my fingertips, my face buried in my lover's crotch when I saw Dimitri's balls bunch up the way they did just before he blew. Taking him in as far as I could, and sucking hard, I watched as Dimitri closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, leaning his head back against the door. And then he was spurting hot, salty cum into the back of my throat, his usual moans of release trapped between gritted teeth.

Using my fingers to penetrate myself, I gave myself the friction I so desperately needed, and as Dimitri was cumming in my mouth, my slick folds were clamping onto my fingers in one of the most potent climaxes I'd had for a while. It couldn't have been long, but it seemed like hours as I came and came.

Dimitri's peak finished, I let his manhood slip from my lips and swallowed his seed, resting my forehead on his upper thigh as I teased my clit, riding out the tide of erotic euphoria.

"I don't think she's back," a slightly slurred male voice I recognized as Ryan's announced. "Come on – let's get back before Blake drinks everything!"

The two of us stayed silent as footsteps receded down the corridor. Finally, Dimitri dropped my hair from his hand, offering his grip to me to help me up.

"Guardian Hathaway, that was very sexy," he whispered in reverence.

"Glad you liked," I smiled, standing on tiptoes and pulling his mouth down to mine. I attacked his lips passionately, inviting his tongue to join with mine.

Our lips joined, Dimitri's hands on my hips, he started walking me back to the bed. When he reached the side, he pushed me back playfully, looking at me lying down and staring at him provocatively.

"I don't think you're going to need these…" he said, reaching down and pulling my panties off me.

"Hmm," he moaned as he brought the damp cotton and lace up to his lips and nose, inhaling deeply. "Mine!" he said possessively, and I wasn't sure whether he was talking about me or my underwear. Either way, I was good with it!

He pulled his shirt over his head and pushed his jeans and jocks off his feet until he was standing naked before me. I opened my legs, giving him space to crawl onto the bed and on top of me. Pushing a knee hard up against my core, Dimitri rested his forearms on either side of my head to take his weight while we kissed. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling the hair tie out of his hair. While I liked his hair tied back, for some reason I preferred it out when we were lovemaking.

He'd only cum a few minutes before, but he was already hard and ready to take me. From the change-room gossip I'd heard, it was just one of the many advantages of having a Dhampir lover. Not that I was complaining!

Holding his hard length in his fist, Dimitri lined himself up with my opening, pushing his way into my tight channel. I exhaled loudly, relishing the fullness I'd missed. He started to thrust, giving us both what we needed, but it quickly became obvious this wasn't going to work. The bed frame was old, and every time Dimitri moved, the bedsprings squeaked in objection. And it was loud. There was no way anyone hearing those noises would remain ignorant about what was going on behind my closed dorm room door.

"Fuck," Dimitri growled in frustration. The blowjob had been a nice warm up, but we were both ravenous for the main event, and neither of us was willing to settle for something slow, soft and wishy washy. He pulled out of me, looking in exasperation around the room. There was no way I was doing it on the floor, and Guardian rooms were so devoid of furniture it didn't leave many other options.

"Chair," I ordered, pushing him off me.

The only other furniture in the room were two ubiquitous vinyl padded metal office chairs. What they lacked in looks they made up for in sturdiness. These weren't going to break or give tell-tale squeaks.

Sitting on one, Dimitri patted his lap invitingly.

"Guardian Hathaway?"

"Comrade," I smiled, standing with one leg on either side of his thighs. He positioned himself again and I slowly sunk onto his thick hard length. I hissed in appreciation – it was deeper this way – and it also put me in control.

Dimitri's hands dropped to my hips, gently supporting me as I started rocking back and forth, finding an angle and speed I liked. One of Dimitri's hands snaked up my back to my hair, but I loved the feeling of being enclosed in his arms, so I let it go without complaint.

I was whimpering quietly into the crook of Dimitri's neck as the pleasure in me started to rise. Even though I'd already had a release, my body was inexorably building up to another.

Despite our efforts to stay silent, we couldn't help the wet noises from where we joined, my skin slapping against his as I found physical gratification with his manhood. It wasn't enough to be heard outside the room, but it was still sexy.

Letting me lean back into the support of his arm, Dimitri lowered his lips to one of my nipples, worrying at the nub with his lips and tongue before roughly sucking it into his warm mouth. He nipped at it sharply, causing me to gasp and draw a ragged breath of surprise. Soothing the momentary sting with his tongue, he abandoned that breast to devote equal attention to its twin, mimicking the lick, suck, nip and suckle.

"Kiss me," I hissed, wanting his lips back on mine.

My Comrade obliged with a smirk, his lips meeting mine before he moved his hand from my hip to my clit, rubbing the swollen, needy nub through its hood. With my hips angled so his manhood thrust directly into my sweet spot with every roll of my hips, the skilled ministrations of Dimitri's fingertips were leading me closer and closer to complete jouissance.

"That's it," he cooed, recognizing my need as my motion got rough and sloppy as I got nearer the brink of abandon. "Give it up for me, ангел…"

As tempting as it was to hold on, I couldn't. Flopping forward toward my man, I let him grasp me in his tight embrace as I detonated, my pussy compressing rhythmically around him. So far gone, I could barely support myself, let alone move, I felt him rock beneath me a couple of times before his body tensed and he, too, came apart.

Leaning against each other, bodies covered in sweat, eyes closed and breath ragged, we grasped each other as the inevitable result of our union played out.

"Come to bed," I finally said, once I was capable of talking again.

"We should shower," Dimitri said with a sigh.

"I'm too tired to move that far," I confessed. It wasn't that late. 11 am maybe? But it had been a long day, and I wanted to sleep. It wouldn't be the first time I'd fallen asleep covered in sweat from lovemaking, my man's cum still inside me. And hopefully, it wouldn't be the last.

Not waiting for me to stand up and take the steps to the bed, Dimitri picked me up and carried me across to the mattress. Lowering me carefully down he climbed in beside me, pulling me close, so my head was resting on his arm, his other wrapped protectively around me.

"Allocations, tomorrow," he whispered as I nuzzled against him ready to fall asleep. "Then our whole new life starts, Roza."

"I can't wait," I murmured. And then I was asleep.

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