Fuck.
“You saw…?”
“That’s him?”
“Yeah. His name is Marco Bellucci, son of Rosa and Cassio Bellucci,” I replied with urgency but I highly doubted he knew who they were, and he definitely didn’t know why they were so important to me.
“I didn’t realize that you needed space from me so that you could date someone else.”
“Nikolai. Don’t be ridiculous. You know me well enough to know that I’m not dating anyone else. Tonight was set up by my parents.”
“Looked like you were having a good enough time…”
He was fishing. If he’d been watching me, he knew that the ‘date’ was a complete dud. But, to ease his worried mind, I captured his lips with mine. The kiss was short and sweet, my hands cupping his face and stroking the scruff that had grown since I’d last seen him. “You have nothing to worry about. For me, this is all business. And where Marco is concerned, he’s a conceited prick. The date was a complete dud.”
Nikolai made a humming noise as he rubbed his nose against mine. I relished in the contact and sank deeper into his embrace. It felt like so long since we’d been this close.
He moved to nuzzle my neck, the gentlest of touches setting me alight. His voice whispered against my ear, his warm breath causing a chill to run down my spine. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too…” His lips pressed small wet kisses along the column of my neck. I moaned at the contact. “Nikolai.”
His lips continued up and down, venturing further and further south of my neck. My shoulder, my collar bone until he reached the neckline of my dress. He pulled back when he couldn’t go any further, his lips taking mine instead. I opened up for him and let his tongue caress mine.
Nikolai’s hands slid down my arms and wrapped themselves around my waist. Mine inched up and wound themselves around his neck.
I’d forgotten how intensely mind-blowing his kisses were, the feel of his body under my hands felt rigid like a coil. He was intoxicating, the fumes clouding my mind and judgement as his hands slipped under my dress and grabbed my ass. With one smooth move, I was off the ground, my legs hooked around his hips.
I could feel his desire through his jeans as his hips rocked into mine. Literally stuck between a rock and a hard place, my hips rolled to match his rhythm. Stroke for stroke.
“Nikolai,” I breathed as his lips once again wandered down to my chest. I was lost in a sea of lust, not caring that we were in the middle of a dark alley. Not bothered by the fact that we could get caught at any second, maybe the thought excited me even more because before I knew what I was doing my hands were reaching for the button of his jeans.
Being shocked by Anastasia was not uncommon for me. But as her delicate fingers reached for the front of my jeans, I froze. My body didn’t want to stop, my mind didn’t want to question it but I had to. One of us had to make sure she was thinking clearly.
Was she serious?
Here?
Now?
“We could go…” I resume my assault on her chest, pulling down the material of her dress and her bra even as I say the words. I meant them but I prayed that she wouldn’t take me up on the offer. But if she did, she needed to do it quickly. I was so close to not being able to turn back.
Peppering kisses around her breast, my tongue caressed her nipple before capturing it with my mouth. Anastasia moaned as I lavished her chest, with a light scrape of my teeth I released it with a pop. I took a second to soothe it with my tongue before moving to her other breast, making sure to give it the same attention.
Her hand dipped into my boxer briefs and wrapped around my cock, pulling it out and rubbing the tip against her clit.
I pulled back to rake my eyes over her. Under the limited glow of the streetlight, I saw the fiery desire dancing in her eyes. Even in the darkness, I could feel her need, radiating off her like a heat coming at me in waves. I felt it in every fiber of my being.
Anastasia continued to slide my cock through her slick folds. Taking control, I grabbed her hand and released it from duty. I took hold of myself and positioned myself at her entrance. Her pussy was dripping with need. A need for me, a desire that only I could sate in her. One hard thrust and I couldn’t move. I held myself inside of her, afraid to move too quickly and blow my load. If I wasn’t careful this could’ve been over a lot sooner than I wanted.
Her walls gripped me tight, only making it that much harder for me to control myself. I buried my head in her neck and began kissing a path as I slowly withdrew.
Hands gripped my shoulders as Ana held steady. I slammed into her again, this time beginning a continuous rhythm.
Slow and steady.
I squeezed her ass in my palm as my other hand moved to steady myself on the wall behind her. Her head fell back to rest beside my hand. “Fuck.” I breathed as her walls squeezed around me.
“Feels so good,” Ana moaned as her nails dug into my shoulders. Her voice turned me to fucking granite as I hammered into her, the sting of her nails only spurring me on. Thrusting in and out of her, I couldn’t control myself.
“So.” Thrust. “Fucking” Thrust. “Good.” Thrust.
In the cool night air, I felt a bead of sweat roll down my temple. Her body heat and mine mixed to the point it could be mistaken for a sauna.
“Open your eyes. I want you to look at me.” I didn’t
