Page 57 of Night So Silent
I can’t tell whether Sergei is impressed, shocked, offended, flattered, or about to tear through the cuffs and destroy my pussy with reckless abandon. But I like guessing what he’s thinking. And the thought that I could be wrong is an adrenaline rush of the best kind.
“What else didAriteach you?” he asks with a tinge of bitterness.
“Not much,” I reply as I drag his zipper down. Then I slide my hand down the front, taking hold of his cock that feels like granite in my hand. “Are you jealous? Don’t worry, he’s just a face on a web page. Maybeyoucan teach me more.”
He hisses a breath through his teeth as I slowly stroke his length, trying to draw out whatever is hiding deep inside. Maybe Sergei is my favorite game now—one where everyone wins.
“I will,” he says as his abs flex. “Then you’ll know what I’m saying about you every time I stretch your perfect little pussy.”
I free his cock from his pants, nudging the sides down his hips before sliding his tip through the wet heat dripping between my thighs.
“I also madesolyanka,” I say on my breath, throbbing as I grind against him.
I can barely get it out, realizing I might be torturing myself more than him. But Sergei’s disbelief betrays his frosty exterior, and the weight of his silence makes the tension even more satisfying.
“Ari didn’t teach me that,” I add. “I had to figure that one out myself. I put it in the fridge while you were still outside. Maybe you smelled it when you came in the house.”
“I did,” he nods, the intensity in his eyes unwavering. “But memories are strong and the hypocrisy of the human mind is staggering.”
“Don’t I know it.” I dip down, teasing his lips with my tongue. “I want to stay with you, Sergei, just you and me.” I let out an agonizing breath, my voice catching. “Even if it’s only for tonight.”
“I’ll still be yours even after tonight.” Each of his words is like an incendiary to my heart. “Show me what I’ll miss when you’re gone, since you like torturing me so much.”
Any ounce of willpower evaporates in an instant and I shift his cock down until I feel him at my entrance. My breath hitches as I sink down, taking him in without hesitation. He hits me deep, making my muscles flutter and pulse around him. I squeeze his shoulders, letting out a high-pitched moan as the pain quickly turns to pleasure.
My fingertips press into his pecs, turning white as I rock back and forth, eyes rolling as desperation pours off my tongue. My long hair brushes back and forth over his shoulder as I move, the tension compounding while he gazes up at me with wild eyes.
“Fuck—” I moan, finding the perfect rhythm at the perfect angle.
There are no more resolutions at this point, only electricity coursing down my thighs to my toes. Time no longer exists. It’s just him and I, like stars collapsing under our own gravity. He is my event horizon, and now there’s no hope of escape.
“Serg…” I can’t even finish his name as my muscles tremble with anticipation.
“I know what you want,” he breathes as I inch closer to the edge. “Come like a good little whore and I’ll give it to you.”
With a whimper, I straighten and then lean back, bracing myself on his thighs as I untuck my legs and plant my heels at his waist. Leverage acquired, I start bouncing on his cock, letting him watch me chase the orgasm. I can barely breathe, it’s going to knock me flat, and I never want it to end.
But the suspense is too much for him. Sergei’s muscles tense, and the bed shudders as he jerks at the straps. But it only makes me fuck him harder, biting my lip in exhilaration. I catch a sudden flash of his bright white teeth as a crunch and then a pop reverberates through the room. He jerks the straps again, this time much harder, and I let out a yelp and collapse as the rail of the headboard splits in half and his arms break free.
“I’m not the kind you tie up,” he concedes, offering me his wrists.
“Then show me what you do best,Zaichonok,” I say while unfastening the straps. “Fill me until I’m dripping, and maybe I’ll clean it off you after.”
In an instant, Sergei lifts me off the bed, giving me a start. He rises effortlessly and a second later, my back hits the wall with a thud, his cock still inside me.
“Too slow,Printsessa,” he teases, slowly pulling back out. “Now you’re my toy, and youwilllick me clean after.”
Then he angles my ass against his hips and gently slides in, so deep that I think he’s nailed me to the wall. My jaw drops and I suck in a breath. Every nerve ending fires as he pulls back and sinks in again.
“Harder…harder…” All I can do is let him force the air from my lungs in crackly staccatos.
The height difference is staggering. My legs dangle at his waist, folded in half as I dig my nails into his biceps.
“I told you, you were made for me,” Sergei groans. “I’ll be so good for you.Just let me be your last.”
He tosses his hair back, his words morphing into phrases I don’t understand. But it doesn’t matter, the amalgamation of his deep voice and pleading tone makes my eyes flutter with desire, like an illicit drug that’s sending me into the stratosphere.
“Barrett.”
