Page 114 of Hidden Empire

With cement floors and tiled walls, it’s not exactly the coziest of hookup spots. It’s sort of cold and wet looking really, but the fire coursing through my veins is enough to keep me from getting chilly. Before I can push him against the white walls, he takes a careful look around, making sure we’re truly alone.

Satisfied that it’s just the two of us, he comes back over to me. “It’s empt?—”

The word dies on his tongue as I use one of the few wooden benches to step up on, throwing my arms around his neck and kissing him hard.

Dmitri groans on contact, hands wrapping around my waist to keep me steady against him. My tongue drags along the seam of his lips, boldly dipping into his mouth. His taste is slightly tainted by the salt water from the pool, but I don’t give a shit. Our kiss still tastes like him, and I can’t get enough.

I didn’t come in here to just kiss. My dirty mind has other plans for these lips.

Turning us by shifting my body, I put my hands on his shoulders and push, his back softly meeting the solid wall behind him. I step down from the bench to get closer to him again, fingers swiftly extending to his pecks. I love feeling the heavy muscle under his soft skin, teasing the area with the tips of my nails. Maybe I should scratch my name here, that would send a message to the onlookers.

Dmitri’s hands go to the band of my shorts, and I shake my head.

“No?” he asks, puzzled.

“No,” I agree, walking my fingers down his chest. “You get to use your mouth on me all the time.” I look up, batting my lashes. “It’s my turn for a taste.”

“Fuck,” he breathes out. “Are you sure?”

“Dmitri, if you try to stop me from sucking your cock again, I’m going to scream.”

Pupils dilated, I watch as his lips twitch. “If that’s what you want?—”

I don’t let him finish speaking before I’m lowering myself to the floor. The cement isn’t the most appealing type of floor to be doing this on. Bruises be damned, I’m giving Dmitri the best head he’s ever had right now. Inexperience won’t stop me from giving my finest performance. I want her to hear him moaning for me.

“The floor is hard,” he begins to protest.

“Oh well, I’m sure I can handle two hard things at the same time,” I sing sweetly, tugging on his shorts. The damp fabric falls to the ground, freeing his swollen cock. It slaps against his stomach, throbbing as I pull it down, wrapping my fingers around the thick length.

It amazes me how fast he can go from entirely soft to harder than steel in seconds. If he weren’t so big all over, I’d be worried about his blood rushing to his dick too quickly. Being any smaller, I would half expect him to pass out every time he gets a sudden boner.

Since my hair is already tied up in preparation for fight class, it’s out of my face, and I’m glad I don’t have to worry about it awkwardly getting swept into my mouth. Tilting my head forward, I flatten my tongue on the underside of his dick, slowly dragging up to the tip. He’s so hot, his skin burning warm with need.

“Fuck, Krasotka,” he rumbles, eyes zeroed in on my every move. When I seal my lips around the head, his balls lift up in a quick jump.

Wanting to know how they feel, my free hand cups them from below, experimentally fondling them with a light squeeze while I gently suck on his tip.

“Goddamn, baby,” he groans louder, touching the top of my head with a big hand. “Where’d you learn how to do that, huh?”

My lips pull back, his cock falling out with a loud plop.

“Instinct,” I answer honestly. “Does it feel good?”

Without waiting for an answer, I continue, putting his dick back in my mouth and going a little bit deeper this time. My lips love the sensation of his soft skin against them, a slow flutter of arousal beginning to light up my core.

“Yeah,” he moans, hips moving forward and hand encircling my ponytail. “It feels really fucking good, Jade.”

“It could feel better,” I tease, twirling my tongue around the bulging tip. My fingers use the slickness from my mouth to stroke him, earning me even more raspy groans of pleasure.

“Could it?”

“Uh-huh,” I hum, stroking him faster and caressing his balls. “You could fuck my mouth instead.”

“Jade—”

My name is a warning on his tongue, but there’s no need for it. I’ve thought about Dmitri using my mouth for so long now. I want him trembling through each thrust, trying not to suffocate me while he takes what he needs. The combination of making himself feel good while choking me is naughty, but I crave it.

“Come on,” I taunt, opening my mouth wide. I put his cock on my tongue but don’t close my lips. “Don’t you want to know what my throat feels like?”

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