Page 9 of A Baby for the BRATVA Boss
Just as I turn to close the door behind me, I see him at the end of the hall, stalking toward me with a look on his face so fierce it sets me on fire from the inside. I hesitate for just a moment before slamming the door shut and turning the key.
Yury
She tasted like hot chocolate and the promise of everything I’ve ever craved in my entire life.
At first, I was taking from her, from the kiss, and when I got myself in check, I realized she had no idea what she was doing. She tried to kiss me back, but I could tell she didn’t know how.
The look on her face, the way she flushed with embarrassment made it clear what my cock already knew.
She’s a virgin.
So, I told her to run. To lock herself away because I know I can’t be what she needs. I can’t be gentle or kind or delicate with her when she makes my blood run feral. She deserves softness and care, not a man twenty-some years older than her tearing her apart her first time.
But when I hear her feet slamming up the stairs it wakes something in me.
I take chase, getting to the top of the stairs just as she reaches her bedroom. I know she saw how hard I am for her. How much I want her. Part of me wants to pound into her, and part of me wants to protect her. I just didn’t think I’d have to protect her from myself.
When our eyes meet as she slams and locks her door, I let out a growl of frustration.
I stand outside her door, wondering if she is just on the other side, or if she is hiding from me beneath her covers.
“Don’t be scared,angelu. I won’t hurt you.”
I undo my trousers in a frenzy and grip my cock.
“It’s safer for you if you stay in there for the rest of the night,” I grunt as I fist my cock. “You tasted so good,” I groan, pulling up the memory of her softness against me. I throb in my hand, my balls tighten. “I don’t think I could control myself around you.” I stroke harder, faster, leaning against the bedroom door with my free hand. A shadow moves across the strip of light beneath it. I know she is there. Right there on the other side.
“You made me feel so good, and to know you’ve never been with anyone…Sophia…”
The first three ropes of hot cum splatter against the door as I moan with each pulse. The orgasm is there, but weak, and I know it won’t ever feel as good as it would if I were with her. The last of my cum trickles from the end of my cock, pathetically pooling in my pants.
That’s when I see it.
The light through the keyhole flickers.
She was watching me.
Sophia
I’m shaking all over. At first, I thought I was scared, but as I was leaning against the door, wondering if he could smash his way through it, I realized it wasn’t fear I felt. It was thrill.
Heat pools low in my stomach, and moves lower still as my panties become wet. I clench my thighs together when his voice travels through the door.
At first, I don’t register what he is doing. I hear his belt clatter, I hear the breathy change in his voice, the way he grunts out his words in clipped sentences. That’s when I slowly and quietly pull the key from the lock and sink to my knees.
He is right there, about a foot away from the door, holding himself in his hand and pumping hard. His words are wrapping around me, making me want to open the door. My center has never ached like this in my twenty-two years on earth. Now I feel like it’s aching just for him. For what I can see.
He works his thick length furiously and I press my hand between my thighs, trying to relieve the pressure that has built there.
Then he groans. The sounds he makes are low, and vibrate straight through me. I can just make out the white spurts, then watch as it drips from him. His hand has stopped moving now. His breath is ragged. He lets go of his penis and it hangs thickand heavy, I lean back on my haunches, then move forward again, but as I line my eye up with the keyhole, he is gone.
I stay on my knees for a long while, clenching my thighs together and willing the buzz in my veins to subside.
The silence outside my door feels louder than anything that came before it. My pulse still beats against my skin like it’s trying to escape, and the air tastes strange. Heavy, metallic, alive.
I don’t know how to name what’s happening to me. I’m shaking from the ache that hasn’t left since he touched me. Every part of me feels too alert. I press my palms against the wood, as if I can feel the warmth of him still there. But the surface is cool.
What just happened wasn’t supposed to happen. He said I belonged to him, that he would take what he wanted when he decided. But the way he looked at me, the way hestopped, it wasn’t about control. It was restraint.
