Chapter 3: One of Those Nights
A/N: Listen, those translations were straight from Google Translate so don't judge me.
Alexis recommended the club through her long list of privileged friends that had connections. The plan was to meet up at your apartment and drive to the club in Jasmine's car. In all fairness, you had never even heard of The Red Circle before tonight and never been there. Apparently, the nightclub was one of those exclusive spots on the other side of town. Despite this, you conclude that you could really do for some fun and laughter as you riffle through your closet for a decent outfit. There were plenty of short skirts, graphic t-shirts, and jeans but essentially not that could be considered an adequate clubbing attire.
You wanted to look good tonight, like you're attending one of Beyonce's famously exclusive parties that you always dreamed about as a superfan. In all, you were able to settle on a off-white corset top with a short flared skirt, and a pair of lace-up heels. It wasn't often that you felt uncomfortable showing a lot of skin but tonight wasn't one of those nights. Arranging your braids into a high ponytail, you left a few braids left hanging in the front. You made sure to beat your face extra pretty tonight, adding lashes for that extra umph.
You were fully engaged in a group facetime with your Jasmine and Alexis while you got ready.
"Don't you wanna invite your boyfriend? We don't mind if you have a plus one."
"I'm not going to invite him to our girls night out regardless. Knowing him, he probably has other shit to do anyway."
"Like what?"
"Hell...I don't know. Whatever he does at this time of night."
"See you're not on your job. Since y'all fucked, you're supposed to be borderline stalking him now. He doesn't do anything you don't know about. That's the rules."
"Okay, crazy bitch." Jasmine laughed.
"Call it what you want."
"Nobody wants to be checking for someone like that. Especially a man."
"If you ask me, I think he has somebody else at home." Alexis confidently said.
The assumption struck a cord of anxiety in your gut. The idea could definitely be a possibility and you didn't put it past the secretive man. The two of you didn't know each other that long and you felt like the relationship was in its infancy stage. He didn't seem like that type to be unfaithful to his spouse if he did in fact have one. Regardless, you'd rather not be burdened by assumption.
Jasmine smacked her teeth. "Would you be a side piece for four thousand a week?"
"Four thousand a week? I don't mind being a little potato salad." Alexis noted, comically serious. Her light brown cat came into view of the camera, to which Alexis then proceeded to nuzzle close to her face. "Isn't that right kitty boo boo."
You had to shake your head at the display. "You and that cat..."
"Polly knows what's going on."
"What kind of person names their cat polly?"
"Umm, me. Duh."
"Whatever, the two of you need to get your asses over her asap. I wanna pregame first." You urged, you needed something to take your mind off of the topic at hand.
"Yes ma'am. We'll be right over. Just making sure my wig is secured."
You burst out laughing at that.
Pulling up to the nightclub with its grandiose entrance, a long queue waiting in line outside signaled the start of the night. The city really came alive at night, on every avenue, in bars, and in clubs. Instead of waiting in the long ass line, Alexis simply dapped up the bouncer. Allowing the three of you full clearance. Good thing you had a social butterfly for a friend, it really came in handy sometimes.
The first thing you noticed was LED and strobe lights and scantily dressed women dancing on raised platforms. Blasting electronic music that you were in no way fond of. Off the bat, you knew that the drinks would cost an arm and a leg. That had the potential to kill your mood along with the bodies touching and pushing against yours as you tried to make it to the bar. The dance floor was expansive and illuminating with colorful special effects. Honestly, you really didn't like the fact that the club had the tendency not to play urban or rap music because they thought of it as distasteful. Not only that but apparently, people were taking turns doing coke in the bathroom stalls. Learning that helped solidify that this spot just wasn't your cup of tea. This club was not it.
You summarized that there wasn't much to do besides stand around awkwardly and watch people.
You, Jasmine, and Alexis took up three seats at the bar. As usual, Alexis went straight to Snapchat while Jasmine fought to get in the camera. You didn't want to be a party pooper but this just wasn't doing it for you.
"Such a pretty woman. Me and you could have some fun." A voice from your right side laminated and you turned to see a man suited fellow smiling directly into your face. His voice was thick with a Russian accent and this automatically puts you on edge, his sleazy face twisted into a lecherous smirk. Not to be paranoid, but every single encounter you'd had with someone of a Russian decent ended in disaster.
"No, I'm okay." You answered, face portraying nothing short of disinterest.
Your patience was already wearing thin. The guy had no intention of respecting your boundaries and that in itself was a red flag.
"Awww don't be like that. You can come back to my place. We don't have to do anything."
Rolling your eyes, you thought he could come up with a better line than that. "I may have been born but I wasn't born yesterday."
"What? Are you too good for me?" He asked with his arms outstretched.
"I never said that. In my eyes, if you're a person of value, you have to carry yourself differently. I can't be any and everywhere and allow every single person that comes around to have access to me. It has nothing to do with arrogance, please understand that."
"I'll tell you what...you come to VIP with me and I'll show you a good time."
Your brows arched in clear displeasure. By this point, you were fighting with the urge to knock the annoying asshole into a coma. This guy was the biggest piece of shit you'd come across in a long time. His constant badgering after you'd already expressed disinterest was seriously getting under your skin in the worst way. He was like a little dog that wouldn't stop humping a stranger's leg no matter how many times they pushed it away. How many times did you have to rebuff him before he finally took his ass somewhere else? There was no way anyone was that dense - you refused to believe it.
You didn't want any dealings with his peanut head ass and you thought you were making that pretty clear.
After shifting the chair, you swiftly vacated your place at the bar without a word. What was the point in announcing your exit? The sleazeball didn't even deserve that from you.
Luckily, your friends weren't far away as you mumbled over the music, "Can we go somewhere else? I just can't with this music."
"Yeah, it's not cutting it with me either." Jasmine added.
"Well shit Lauren said it was a nice club."
"Girl, Lauren lied."
"Okay, let's go then. I wanted to go The Mirage anyway." Alexis said, as she linked arms with the two of you, moving to maneuver through the dancing crowd towards the illuminating exit sign.
The music blared loudly in your eardrums, encouraging an enthusiasm in your chest that wasn't present in the first club. The Mirage was much more 'urban' as the white locals liked to say. The place was usually the go to club for you and your crew anyway. Thankfully, every seat at the bar wasn't taken and it allowed you a chance to down a few drinks before you joined your friends, who immediately ran to the dance floor, disappearing into the crowd. You didn't want to think about how much of a pain it was going to be to find them in the fray.
You'd become acquainted with a bottle of Hennessy and it had you feeling more loose than usual. Before you knew it, you engaged in an endless cycle of dancing on the floor then running back to the bar after every song. After a while, you were decently drunk though not sloppily drunk, as both of those were two different things. And you expressed pride at knowing your limit. Regrettably your serenity of your surroundings would be tainted just a moment later by the untimely arrival of an unwanted guest.
"You should really reconsider my offer."
Turning to the side, you noticed the mouthy stranger from the club. Your mood instantly tanked with this fact. You were too tipsy to be dealing with anything that didn't make sense to you.
"No. I'm here to have a good night out with my friends and you're getting in the way of that. Move around." Couldn't you indulge in cheap liquor in peace?
The fact that he'd followed you and your friends to another club wasn't all that surprising. Had the liquor not been clouding half of your senses, you might've felt a sliver of fear at the prospect.
Some men were so creepy and performative for pussy, there was virtually no difference between them and dogs rolling over for a treat.
The bartender with whom you were familiar was paying very close attention to the interaction. As a former bartender yourself, you'd seen just about every shady trick in the book and you were quite certain this man was trying to dupe you.
A wad of cash had been placed on the counter in front of you. "Here. I'm sure this is more than what you're used to. There's more at my apartment if you're interested."
Guys like him were the reason why it was very important for the three of you to arrive and leave every social function together and not leave anyone behind. No matter where women went, there was always the threat of rapey ass men skulking around after dark, preying on vulnerable women. This situation being a clear example of this.
In trying to outright ignore his presence, you feel bile rushing up into your not irritated throat. You staggered off the stool to the bathroom before the contents of your stomach ended up in the middle of the floor or worse, all over your person. There was nothing worse than a drunk person vomiting everywhere in the club. Plus you didn't want people to see you vomiting your guts out in full view.
In the bathroom you expected to be dirty and disgusting, the music continued thumping in the background. The bathroom was actually quite decent and you were grateful for that. The smell of piss flooding your nostrils would surely have you feeling even more ill. Heels clicking along the floor, you hurried into a stall and placed your head over a toilet, careful not to get too close or touch anything. No matter how much you gagged and dry heaved, nothing wanted to come up. Even with nausea clawing its way up your throat, your stomach wouldn't even contract. Taking a few moments to ground yourself, you took some breaths to regain your composure before shakily standing on your feet which were starting to hurt.
A wave of nausea from standing too quick and the beginning signs of a headache were starting to make themselves known as you left the stall. With unwanted symptoms like these, you expected to be home early tonight. The only thing you could do now was wash your hands and leave. What you didn't expect, however, was to see your harasser standing blocking your path. This predicament should've sobered you up quick given the danger involved.
"I really don't have time for this." You sighed in exasperation.
"Then save us some time by coming with me."
"No! I don't fucking know you. Leave me alone."
Your hackles rose when he started advancing towards you with his arms outstretched. "Come on now sweetheart-"
"Back up! Don't even come towards me! Move outta my way."
The man put his hand to his face in clear irritation, gritting his teeth in the process. *"Ugh, ya ne znayu, pochemu oni otpravili menya imet' delo takoy malen'koy sukoy, kak ty."*
"I don't know what the fuck that means!"
"It means I'm gonna cut your fucking face up if you say another word you mouthy slut." He growled angrily, eyes burning with clear cut vehemence. The look sent chills through you.
You knew it was only a matter of time before his true colors came out to play. Men like him only play nice until they're denied their wants.
With your phone in your left hand, you contemplated calling your friends but there wasn't a guarantee that the call would even make it through before he got to you. Regardless, you still had to try.
"I wouldn't if I were you." The guy advised, obviously knowing where your thoughts were going. But if he thought he would scare you out of calling for help he could think again.
Instead of going for your phone first, you took off towards a stall behind you, intending to lock him out then call for help. Sadly you couldn't move that fast in heels and he was much quicker than anticipated. A harsh grip on your braids was all you felt before you were being dragged away. Your phone fell from your hand, landing on the floor with a hard thud. Your scalp was stinging and tears began gathering in your eyes, with how he was pulling you might lose a few braids.
"What did I just tell you huh? *Tupaya shiyukha."*
Obviously, this guy meant to abduct you from the club for God knows what. You damn sure had no intention of letting him succeed in this plan. No woman wanted to be followed or murdered because they told a man no.
You'd his restricting hand in order to ease the pressure off your scalp. "What is this about? Are you mad at what I said or are you mad because it's true?"
"I said...shut the fuck up." He hissed. He produced a gun from the inside of his waistband, placing it on your chin. Suddenly, the oxygen got caught up in your lungs. The realization that the man now held a loaded gun to your face was starting to sink in. The fear was crushing. Did he mean to kill you?
Seriously, what was with men and their rejection issues?
The sound of the door opening could be faintly heard. Out of the blue, your captors eyes shifted to place behind you, the gun pressed into your face moving to take aim.
You were startled by a fist driving into the man's nose with a sickening crunch. You fell into the wall with a primarily hard impact, sinking to the floor as you turned to watch the scene with wide eyes.
There your savior stood in all his deadly grandeur. You were more disturbed by the fact that you never saw him coming. He moved like a shadow. He'd broken your attacker's nose with a single punch, blood was spewing all over his neck and chest in ropes. Now your attacker was cursing, no doubt seething that he'd been interrupted from committing a heinous deed. Every move was deftly coordinated. The way he punched and kicked with pristine efficiency. John was capable of a sophisticated type of combat and gun mastery - an assortment of skills unbeknownst to you.
In a matter of twenty seconds, he'd disarmed and beaten the man with a combination of hip throws, sensible strikes, and kicks. Easily overpowering your attacker until he was well-placed for a bullet to the head. The icy, piercing look he gave you as he calmly held the gun to the man's head. Briefly, you thought about pleading with John not to kill a man in a dirty club bathroom but the disgusting things he'd done and said to you couldn't be overlooked. Although, the last thing you wanted was for the sound of gunshots to rang out and send the whole club into a frenzy.
The man began what sounded like a pathetic plea for mercy but John would hear none of it.
"Everything has a price." He said.
A single bullet embedded itself into the man's head, blood spraying out from the back of his skull. The sight was a brutal one and you had to turn your head. The way John regarded him, it was like he already had unfinished business with the man. You wouldn't be surprised at that.
John Wick was effortless in every sense of the word, everything he did was effortless. The reality was that he was a hitman, a professional hitman at that. His expression was hard and serious as it landed on your person. He moved to hover above your slightly swaying form as you regained footing, bending to place a chaste kiss on your lips, likely as a confirmation that no actual harm had come to you. It was then that you realized, his actions were a claim of possession, not just duty.
"So you're following me now?"
"I was following him, following you."
It made sense now, your attacker had connections with Russians from the bar the night you and John met.
Maintaining some measure of trust between the two of you was essential and he made you feel protected. The main concern now was letting your friends know that you were leaving with someone you felt safe with. Without prompting, you let him lead you from the bathroom.
"Nice car." You giggled as he led you to a black mustang. After carefully securing you into the passenger seat, John rounded the vehicle and slid in placing the key in the ignition. The rumble of the car somewhat made you jump as the purring vehicle sent vibrations throughout your entire body. The way he was tearing through the streets like a madman, tires squealing,suddenly made you wary about attracting attention from the police. But you couldn't help but admire how well he was maneuvering the beast with well-executed turns and gear changes.
From the corner of your eye, you noticed him sparing concerned glances at you seemingly to ensure that you were fine. You found this a little enduring if not sweet.
This hotel was really high-end. As far as you could tell in your current state, the place was intricately designed with elegant furnishings and architecture. Beautiful artwork and paintings were placed delicately around the interior. Stepping into a place like this had you feeling like an important dignitary or royal. With a gentle hand at the small of your back, you were led past the reception area to a lift.
The suite itself held antique furniture, a spacious walk-in closet, and a large bathroom. The room was dressed in light, soft hues, providing a relaxed yet inviting atmosphere. The space smelled of fresh linens and the intoxicating aroma of jasmine. It was so easy to immerse oneself in the cozy ambiance and that wasn't with any help from the huge flat screen television. Moreover, the windows let in an abundance of moonlight while providing the best view of the city. For a split second, you thought about searching the suite for the complimentary chocolate the staff often left along with the over-priced bottles of water. The rich, sweetness would reawaken your dulled taste buds and you some solace after the night you'd had.
You walked barefoot across the carpeted floor, feet feeling relieved to finally be out of those heels. Throwing yourself on a nearby couch, a random bout of giggles started rising from your stomach and you had no control to curb them. John on the other hand, seemed slightly bewildered by your behavior as he moved to make himself comfortable. His suit jacket was removed and placed over a chair near the nice looking table set. His tie soon followed. This seemed to be his normal routine when coming back from a 'job' and it wouldn't surprise you that he was a night owl.
Glass from a metal bucket was dropped into a glass and a shot of bourbon was poured soon after. The amusement in his eyes let you know that he was not completely oblivious to how you were lounging on the couch ogling him with heated eyes. Undoubtedly, John's perceptive eyes surely noticed that your skirt had lifted a few inches, revealing a portion of your smooth blemish free upper thighs. Your skin felt flushed and hot from his innocent touch alone. This wasn't a surprise however as liquor always made your body run a few degrees higher, almost like you were running fever. Striding over, John then took a seat on the couch opposite of yours, regarding you with a sharp gaze. The nonchalance in which he did things always made you so hot.
"You've been drinking." John's deep voice was laced with concern, having sensed your unusual pattern of behavior for tonight.
"I mean I'm drunk but I'm not drunk drunk."
He offered no opinion of what he felt about your explanation merely continuing to impassively observe you in your current state. With no more conversation being brought forth, you decided to let your innermost thoughts be vocalized. For a moment, you wondered if he would mind you asking him personal questions about his secretive life. There were an infinite spectrum of possibilities that could take place if you poised the questions you wanted the answers to. Good thing you were drunk for this.
"Can you tell me what you are? I know you kill people...I've seen it on two separate occasions and I just wanna know." You hiccuped.
There were other questions brewing at the tip of your tongue just waiting for answers but this one held the most importance. There was constant inner turmoil when it came to him. Like the money situation. That needed to be elaborated on. He was not the typical hookup. You had no business getting involved with a dangerous man like him, but that was the way life worked sometimes. You felt like you knew him enough but at the same time, you knew next to nothing and there was almost a sea of uncertainty in the back of your mind. Tonight, he murked a man in a dirty club bathroom for you; that alone warranted some description of feelings for him. Not only that but there were multiple occasions where John showed you affection, even while under his blanket of indifference.
In a casual hookup, feelings weren't supposed to be remotely involved so soon if not ever. In fact, nearly all your interactions had been familiar, not at all reminiscent of two strangers hooking up every now and then. But when dealing with someone like John Wick, it was damn near impossible. He excluded that intoxicating, bad boy persona that easily ensnared many women without much effort. There was the general feeling that he knew a great deal about you and had seen you at your most exposed and yet, you admittedly didn't know a thing about him beyond surface level. Whether you liked it or not - you both were helplessly bound to the other.
A few seconds passed before he even offered an answer. The ruggedly handsome piece of man liked to take his time even when answering a question. The glass of dark bourbon didn't pause in its pursuit towards his mouth as he took a generous sip of the liquid before he smoothly murmured, "I'm a hitman."
Finally, the truth rears its invasive head.
In all fairness, you already had a gut feeling you just wanted it to be confirmed by him. "I thought so. This is something I thought I would process when I was completely sober but I'm processing right now. I don't know how though."
He offered a small barely there smirk at your uncharacteristic behavior and word vomit.
"Anything else?"
"Yeah...why did you leave that money on my nightstand? Is it like hush money or you wanna be my sugar daddy or something? I never thought I'd be into older guys but I can make this exception."
A brow lifted at that. "How old do you think I am?"
Shifting into a sitting position on the sofa, you pushed your braids from your face. "I don't know it's hard to tell. Are you at the halfway mark or just starting dialysis?"
"Dialysis." John said this with a straight face, though his tone carried traces of amusement. The dry sense of humor really worked for him seeing as his deep monotone voice never held any emotion.
Unable to stop yourself, you burst into another fit of giggles. Although the thought was funny, there was no way this polite, suit wearing, gun toting man was on any sort of kidney treatment; nor was he older than fifty.
"One last thing...are you going to pop up and save me every time I'm in distress?"
"Perhaps."
The tension in the room skyrocketed to the point where it was palpable and steadily rising with each second. The naked hunger in your eyes was so open, you were sure that John himself was hesitant. There was an internal ache that you needed him to soothe.
The horniness had you too preoccupied to pay any attention to your more rational thoughts. You wanted to listen but your eyes kept drifting down to stare longingly at his crotch. Openly admiring him brought on many lustful thoughts, namely the thick facial hair around his strong jawline and how pleasurable that would feel grazing the inside of your thighs. Apart from that, you were trying to come up with a polite way of insinuating, "I don't mean to be rude but can you fuck me?"
Though you were confident that his trained ears would pick up on the implication.
"Language." He admonished you like a strict father, eyes snapping to yours in a heartbeat.
"Do you want me to ask nicely?"
"That would be preferable."
"Please fuck me."
Brown eyes narrowed at your cheekiness. You knew that he didn't like you cursing or using any foul language but you couldn't help but be saucy at a time like this. It was the perfect opportunity to tease the normally stoic man.
There was a huge energy shift in the room and there was no way of telling where this would lead. His body language suggested that he possibly knew of the nasty images flooding your mind at the moment. Right now, you had no shame about blatantly fantasizing about him while being in his presence. That's probably why he was careful to maintain his distance from you.
This of course, wouldn't do. The familiar weight of his muscled body on yours sounded more appealing at the moment. As a matter of a fact, your walls were quaking at the thought of having the man inside you so soon. You found that your resolve was steadily slipping and the alcohol had already taken over. You desperately needed him in your guts tonight, preferably now.
Sliding away from mischievously, you slowly crawled on all fours until you were between his slightly open legs. The man made no comment, merely regarding you with a inquisitive gaze. Running your hands over his thighs, you began nuzzling your face against his thighs and crotch in a loving manner. Before long, your hands slid down his pressed slacks towards his confined dick, massaging the imprisoned organ. Hands made their way to the zipper of his dark pants, slipping inside to caress the thick organ. Looks like tonight's agenda would consist of catering to the man's shaft.
The flesh was already stiff and hot in your grip. Pulling away, you brought a hand to your mouth to add saliva before you start making up and down motions on the muscle. Soon the slit became wet with an abundance of moisture around the head. Unable and willing to ignore your wants, you placed soft open mouth kisses on the member. Your tongue traced over every ridge and vein.
His jaw clenched as he felt your mouth envelope the sensitive head of his member, dipping your tongue into the slit. Sweeping up the pearls, while smearing the wet tip across your pouty lips, slathering the pre-cum and leaving a glossy residue. Without much warning, you swallowed as much of it down as you could, cheeks hollowing as your throat contracted around him. How all of this was going over well with your sensitive gag reflex, you had no clue. The length was pulsating in your mouth all while you were slurping up pre-cum like it was a delicacy in the midst of staring up at him through long lashes. Maintaining eye contact with his darkened eyes with a mouthful of his dick as he watched with veiled arousal. All of this was done shamelessly.
John merely sat back against the couch with his arms outstretched, eyes heavily lidded as you made out with his member. It had to be a scandalous sight. Though he seem a little shocked by the boldness, or more accurately, erotic impulse. You could feel his firm shoulders tensing and his chest rising and falling with an increased intensity, as you continued sucking eagerly. You had to be doing something right. By no means were you a pro at giving head, in fact this probably wasn't that far off from your first introduction. There was a lot of sloppy, uncoordinated motions being done, quite possibly spurred on by the alcohol in your system. By now, your shy nature had been pushed back on behalf of your nasty, aroused side.
Having his dick in your mouth didn't much bother you at all, given you'd never done this to him before. The sense of pride, simply not there anymore. Besides, doing this made you more wetter than you could ever remember being.
His eyes closed for a moment when you started forcing your head even further. What surprised you was that he didn't grip your hair or force you to move at a certain pace - he simply allowed you to do what you wanted. The feeling of a hair at the back of your head drew your attention and you pulled away from his pulsing, hot flesh, a string of saliva still connecting.
You didn't want to put any thought into your appearance. Flushed cheeks, tear stained eyes, saliva running down both corners of your mouth. John sure didn't seem to mind it.
His strong hands moved you into his lap, thighs spreading across his own. Pushing his body flush against yours, John embraces you tightly. He always felt so firm and strong and it felt good to be in his capable hands. And you wasted no time dipping to kiss and lick the juncture of his neck in earnest. You could feel the muscle in his jaw tensing and summarized that he must be particularly sensitive there. Guiding you around from his neck, he leaned forward so that his forehead was nearly touching yours. A hand reached between the two of you, quickly finding and rubbing your heated core. Slightly calloused hands slid up your thighs beneath the skirt, coasting up to your panties. John then pulled the damp fabric down until it was free from your body. Let his fingers slip past the folds that covered your entrance, John sought out the most sacred place on your body.
All of his movements were graceful and thorough, all the while radiating powerful masculinity simultaneously. The two of you stared into each other's eyes for a long while, nothing but the sound of breathing breaching the silence. John's searching hands ran over the silk fabric of your top, pulling until the top was bunched below two perky breasts. Giving the breasts a tentative squeeze, earning a shriek of delight that escaped your lungs. Your nipples were already hardened by the time he got his hands on you. He nipped the swell of one globe before sucking it into his mouth. Knowing that you were overly receptive to his adept touches.
Dizzy with wanting, grasped a hold on his silky black hair. You knew what came next after this and you didn't want a slow and tender reacquaintance tonight, you preferred him to skewer you over and over again. Honestly, you wouldn't mind him being rough with you. Sometimes you found yourself craving it above all else.
Easily hoisting you up from the couch, John carried you to the bed, gently depositing you on the comfy surface. Immediately, you sat upright, staring up at him under thick eyelashes.
He folded his arms coolly across his broad chest, watching you laid out on the bed, eyes glittering with masculine satisfaction. The way in which he did this was admittedly very sexy, perfectly mindful that he was turning you into a puddle of hormones. His length strained up, pressing up against his stomach on account of the tantalizing suction it'd just received.
As he towered over you his prying digits found your clit, lightly brushing over in the process. Making you arch towards the fingers with a soft moan passing through your lips. A long finger tilted up your chin, leaning down to capture trembling, swollen lips.
His entire weight was soon covering you, lips eagerly devouring yours with a vigour seen many times before. Pressing his throbbing manhood against your naked mound, he commenced to gently rotating his hips, the wet friction was almost too much. You released lusty mewls in response to his actions. Desire had flushed over your skin. The heat from his body left and you watched as he towered over you while he nonchalantly undressed. Removing a gun holster and unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing smooth skin on inch at a time before moving to his slacks.
Aside from the fact that he'd been rawing you from the beginning, the man's dick was anything but easy to take. Your legs were soon splayed open wide and hooked in the crook of John's arms. This position was like a quiet assertion of dominance for him.
He sank to the hit, pushing past clenching muscles as they attempted to lock down on him. Fully stuffing you full of long, girthy dick, whilst exhaling quietly. The onslaught of sensations had the ability to take your voice away and leave you breathless - and it did. It wasn't hard to fall into a stupor.
You would come to learn that John's style of fucking was highly potent, every movement graceful, measured, and with purpose. The act itself was breathtaking to watch and experience. Being jabbed, pushed, and stretched by his shaft was everything. The pleasure was dizzying. Shallow thrusts gradually deepening, your muscles locked, breathing turned shallow, and the thinking process fell below control of your five senses. Lungs heaving, the feeling of heat spreading across your abdomen.
You whimpered loudly under his degree of control and deliciously punishing grip. A brisk toe-curling pace was established. You moaned and panted, head twisting in the sheets as the hitman continuously dove into that sensitive bundle of nerves tucked inside your walls. Not breaking his stride, he leaned down to capture and swallow a sultry cry while bearing his weight down into the stubborn tightness.
"Ahh..it feels…"
"Feels what?"
"Feels go good."
Unintentionally digging your nails into his flesh as he swiveling his hips just right into your sweet spot with calculated precision. You were so out of it that you didn't realize that you were screaming. To make matters worse, his right hand was gripping into your braids, holding your head at an angle he preferred.
The phone on the bedside table began to chime loudly, pulling you from the grip of bliss that ensnared your train of thought. The hand in your hair slipped away to take the piece off the hook.
"Yes?"
Never in a million years would you have thought he would answer the phone while he was still deep inside of you.
The faint outline of a cultured voice could be heard on the other end. "I apologize for calling at this hour but we have received a number of grievances from your floor concerning the noise."
"My apologies, my guest and I were engaged in a...very intriguing game." His statement started with the reinsertion of his member and its withdrawal. Ultimately, leading to the continuation of the impassioned action.
"Oh, have you the need for a restraint or silencer?"
His low voice rumbling your shaking frame as he held a normal conversation on the phone. "Perhaps, I'll have to get back with you." The phone was placed back a second later.
"No more loud noises." He encouraged huskily.
He was informing you that you had to be quiet from now on because of noise complaints.
"I'm sorry...I don't think I can hold it in."
Wordlessly, John's hand slid up to cup the area between your jaw and neck, securing a firm grip. This somewhat startled you, you'd never been choked during sex before and he didn't strike you as the type. John now had a hand wrapped around your delicate throat, effectively trapping any noise that tried to slip out.
"Vy dolzhny nauchit'sya sledit' za svoim rtom." The hitman whispered into your ear, hot breath making you shudder.
Him speaking to you in that low authoritative voice was like kryptonite. In your mind, a myriad of emotions burst through, merging with fervent desires that raged in your system. Just to know it was near had your gut tightening. Gripping your curves to keep you in place. Gripping the sheets. John then increased the pace in which he used to stroke causing unbearable heat to burst through your lower half.
"I ne prosi o veshchakh, s kotorymi ty ne spravish'sya."
Dipping to your ear, your lover started speaking to you again in that deep baritone, punctuating his words with deep thrusts into your tight orifice. "Ty moy. Ty prinadlezhish' mine."
Warm wet walls constricted around him. With how wet you were, you could barely feel his length anymore. The way his dick moved inside, it was like a riveting game of slip and slide. The sound of wet flesh smacking together filled the room.
"Eto zatavlyatet vas chuvstvovat' sebya khorosho?"
You nodded a response as best you could, not really understanding but unable to get any words out to convey that. He rewarded you another demanding thrust into your womanhood, pounding intently until you could hardly withstand the delicious ecstasy any longer.
He was practically swimming inside you with merciless strokes, silently watching as your abdomen convulsed and molded with the outline of his dick, squirting juices along him and the sheets. You were barely conscious of your surroundings anymore. The only thing you could register was the assassin's shaft sliding in and out of your sopping wet core. With devastating effects on your insides. A spasm of pleasure swept throughout your form, pussy weeping in relief. Riding the wave of ecstasy.
Before long, your trembling body was contorting against the sheets. Mouth falling open with a small cry of rapture, teetering orgasm just on the precipice. The feeling an earth shattering sensation. An inaudible groan could be heard before the feeling of cum shooting deep inside you was discernible. John lips found yours once more as the cum continued spilling, the pulsating organ sending small jolts into your frame. Everything was beyond erotic.
A/N: Here's the all the translations for those of you like myself who don't understand Russian.
*"Ugh, ya ne znayu, pochemu oni otpravili menya imet' delo takoy malen'koy sukoy, kak ty."* - "I don't know why they sent me to deal with a little bitch like you."
*Tupaya shiyukha."* - *"Dumb whore."*
*"I ne prosi o veshchakh, s kotorymi ty ne spravish'sya."* - *"And don't ask for things you can't handle."*
*"Eto zatavlyatet vas chuvstvovat' sebya khorosho?"* - *'Does that make you feel good?"*
*"Vy dolzhny nauchit'sya sledit' za svoim rtom."* - *"You should learn to watch your mouth."*
*"Ty moy. Ty prinadlezhish' mine."* - *"You're mine. You belong to me."*
