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KATYA
Idon’t know where he’s taking us and I don’t care.
I don’t want to know his name. I don’t want his story. I don’t want to waste time going over small talk or pleasantries. I want his hands on my body and in my body. I should be very embarrassed given how depraved my imagination starts to run rampant.
If this man fucks anything like the way he kisses, I’m going to be a very, very happy woman, very soon.
The music doesn’t sound as loud up here as it did downstairs so I have to presume that we are in some VIP section or another. All I know is that in the span of a heartbeat this hulking brute of aman has my back up against the wall and his wonderful mouth is against mine.
He tastes like forbidden fruit and a hint of the vodka that I ordered for us. Not nearly enough to even get me tipsy but if Marci asks, I’m totally going to lie and say that this whole thing was a drunken moment of weakness, butoh my god.
I grab hold of his jacket and spin the pair of us so that he’s the one pressed up against the wall. Things feel more natural when I’m the one in the driver’s seat. I hook an arm around his neck and hold his head closer to mine while my tongue dances intimately against his own.
For all of a moment, before he flips us again.
If something deep and delicious didn’t curl between my thighs at being manhandled like this, I think this little battle of wills could get very interesting. I’ll just have to get him back when he’s least expecting it. I have every intention of riding him until his eyes roll back into his head. Or mine. Or both. Hopefully both.
I giggle in spite of myself as he lifts me up and coaxes my legs around his waist. My skirt is too tight for such a thing and it hikes up indecently high over the curve of my ass. I would never admit it out loud, but I kind of like the possessive way that he palms my ass. Under his encouragement, my hips rotate against his pelvis, gyrating against theconsiderablebulge in the front of his slacks.
I haven’t allowed myself to do something quite this reckless in… I don’t even know how long.
With my eyes shut, I can now choose to shut off all of the noise that has been occupying my mind for days. No more worries, no more sadness or the guilt that makes me feel like somehow, some way or another I should have been able to do something. I should have protected my mother better, even if it had been far too long since I had last seen her.
I can barely remember the last time that I had set foot on Russian soil.
But for now, I exist in only the places that this man is touching me. Every passing of his lips over mine. Even more as he grasps my jaw in his hand firmly and angles my head away from him so that he can kiss my neck and down lower, nipping at my skin with his teeth.
“That’s the best you got?” I taunt him. “Harder, you’re not going to break me.”
His hand shifts from my jaw to my neck, holding it softly with the promise of action. He pulls his lips from my skin only long enough to turn those chocolate brown eyes up to mine with a glimmer that says I ought to watch my words.
“If you want something, you can ask for it.” He says, his voice pitched lower than it had been before.
I certainly am not going toaskfor what I want. I want him to work for it.
“Well, if you needpointerson how to touch a woman…”
He pinches my ass.Hard.
I yelp and my hips buck forward into him. He pins me further, trapped between his hardness and the wall.
“I would think that you’re the sort of woman who likes to take what she wants. I didn’t think I would have to talk you through this.” He teases right back. “But if that’s what you want, I can ease you into it.”
My face flames. Both from the stubborn desire tonotdo what he’s asking simply because he asked me to do it - and wanting his face buried between my thighs. If I ordered him to his knees in front of me right here in this semi-private VIP section, would he do it? He seems too reluctant to allow me to be in charge, so just how much power is he willing to give me?
My lip curls upward at the corner.
He doesn’t strike me as one of those selfish bastards who thinks sex ends when he cums and is finished.
“Want to get out of here? Then you don’t have to worry about people hearing you?” He grins again.
I wish I could find the right words to wipe that smug ass smirk right off of his face, but my mind is blank.
“I’m going to take your silence as permission, since you apparently struggle to find words.”
He sets me on my feet and I have to hastily adjust my skirt to cover my ass. The friction of my thighs pressing together is maddening right now. I want more of it. I want to be touched. I feel like my skin is on fire as it is.
But…
