Page 55 of Soulless Rivalry

I wouldn’t say that I trusted Konstantin fully, but I still did to a certain level. He’d saved me, shielded me from his crazy family, kept my secret… I realized at that instant that although we had our disagreements and he had cut me with his words at times, Konstantin had never really done anything to harm or hurt me in any way. Fuck, my own blood treated me way worse than he had, on the regular too.

When he still wouldn’t talk and kept on staring at my tits silently, not even touching them, I started to get self-conscious. I tried pushing my clothes back down to cover myself, but he grabbed my wrist suddenly.

“You’re not hiding. Not from me. Not ever.”

I gulped, his voice making heat spread down my thighs. “You’re just… I’ve never done this before. You going so silent is kinda freaking me out.”

Konstantin frowned, looking flustered out of the blue. He cleared his throat as a sweet blush made its way up on his cheekbones.

“I’ve never done this either. I’m sorry if I’m fucking it up.”

I froze at his words. This was the first time I’d heard him apologize. And the fact that he did it so easily was fucking me up a little. Pushing myself up on my elbows, I lifted a hand to cup his jaw.

“It’s okay. We’ll learn together.”

My voice didn’t sound like my own. It was hoarse and breathy and so aroused. Konstantin turned his head to kiss theinside of my hand, making my heart flutter. His kiss was soft, slow, so unlike him… or rather, unlike the version of him that I knew. He leaned over me again, pushing me until my back was flat against the cushions.

Then his head came down and he bit my nipple with no warning. I yelped, my back arching. The pain he caused slowly spread over my skin, quickly transforming into pleasure. I loved it, I wanted more.

Konstantin sucked my nipple into his mouth and my hands flew up to tangle in his soft hair, messing it up as I marveled over how soft it was. I’d spent years secretly wondering what it felt like; to be able to finally touch it felt unreal.

“You’re making me crazy,” he mumbled against my breast, “I want to taste every inch of you. I want to know what you feel like stretched around my cock, I want my tongue so deep inside your cunt that you can’t do shit but writhe underneath me, moaning my name.”

And I did just that. His words compiled with the suction of his mouth around my nipple made a gush of wetness seep between my thighs, soaking my pajama pants.

“I want this too. I want it so much.”

“How does it feel knowing we could have been doing that for years but were too fucking dumb to act on it?”

I didn’t respond and threw my head back in bliss instead. I was so turned on, my pussy was throbbing, but something was lacking.

One of my hands snuck between our bodies, slowly inching towards the waistband of my pajama pants. I needed to touch my clit if I wanted to come; it had always been like that for me. I never wore panties to sleep, which made it all the more convenient.

My pussy was soaked.

I had never been this wet before, not even on that one occasion when I tried watching porn to get off.

Konstantin soon noticed my hand between us and joined it with his own. My breath caught in my throat as I watched him. He seemed so focused, like bringing me to orgasm was his new life calling.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.”

I nodded eagerly, my eyes falling shut when one of his thick fingers joined mine over my clit.

He didn’t take my hand off, rather added his to the mix and followed my lead. His skin wasn’t as soft as mine, creating a whole new level of friction against my most sensitive spot. I moaned out loud and he kissed me deeply. This kiss, unlike the others, was lazy and dirty. He was busy taking his time, discovering my body, and appreciating my mouth.

Then he applied pressure over my clit and my back came off the cushions. “Fuck, Konstantin!”

He took it as encouragement and continued moving his thumb back and forth over the sensitive bud. I writhed underneath him, crying out his name just like he said I would.

“Fuck, you’re so hot. I never thought… I could do this forever,” he whimpered and I lost it right then.

That, added to him pinching my clit between two fingers, had me throwing my head back in pleasure, back arching, and cum flooding his hand as I came. Hard.

My orgasm felt like it lasted forever. My thighs were shaking. I chanted his name over and over again while he went back to sucking and biting my tits, his thumb still pushing against my clit while I rode the climax.

I had no energy left in my body but still managed to lightly push his hand away from my pussy when he wouldn’t take his finger off it. “Too sensitive,” I explained.

He kissed me then, pulling his fingers out of my pants. I pulled away and noticed how much they glistened in the dim light. I felt myself blush uncontrollably, the reality of the situation springing up on me. Konstantin stared at his hand in disbelief and curiosity.

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