Page 10 of Craving Dahlia

DAHLIA

Alek’s fingers slide around my chin, holding my face still as his mouth finds mine. His lips slant over mine, his tongue sliding over the seam of them, tasting himself, tasting me. My back arches, pressing myself into him, and I can feel how hard he is against me—every part of him. He’s solid muscle, and I moan as his tongue sweeps into my mouth and his free hand flicks open the button at the front of my blouse.

“Now you can be as loud as you want,devochka,” he murmurs against my lips, before kissing me again.

I’m lost in him. He’s straight out of a fantasy, his mouth devouring mine, slowly, but still rough, still demanding. He nips at my lower lip, thrusts his tongue into my mouth, sucks my lip between his as his roughened palms slide up under my shirt, pushing it up over my stomach.

I shrug my blazer off, letting it fall to the floor behind me. Alek drags my shirt off next, his hands finding my breasts, thumbs rolling over my stiffening nipples under the black lace balconette cups of my bra.

“I want you,” I manage, moaning it into the kiss, and Alek chuckles darkly, one hand sliding behind my back to unclasp thehooks of my bra. He yanks it off, tossing it to the floor before he roughly jerks the waist of my skirt down, over my hips as it slides down my thighs and drops to the tile.

“Patience,gertsoginya,” he murmurs against my mouth, as his fingers find their way between my slick folds. He drags two fingers upwards, rubbing them roughly against my clit, and I’m suddenly, viscerally aware that I’m completely naked, and he hasn’t taken a stitch of clothing off. Even his leather jacket is still on.

“You’re overdressed.” I slide my hands up the firm planes of his stomach and chest, over the soft material of his sweater, heading to push the jacket off. But Alek lets go of my face abruptly, both of his hands grabbing my wrists in an almost painful grip as he yanks them up above my head, pinning them to the wall above me.

“There’s a rule I forgot to tell you,gertsoginya,” he murmurs, his voice a low, dark rasp. “If you want my cock, you’ll have to let me blindfold you.”

I blink at him, startled. I’ve never done that before. But why should I be surprised? This is a man who just had me go down on him in a cab, who ate me out in an elevator, who is pinning me naked to a wall right now. Who asked me in a public place if I wanted to get fucked. Blindfolding me should be low on the list of kinky things I might have expected.

And…although I’m disappointed at the idea of not getting to see his body, the idea is highly erotic. The thought of feeling everything he wants to do to me while deprived of one of my senses…I feel a throb of arousal run through me, and I nod.

“Okay,” I whisper.

Dark heat flares in his eyes. He grabs my hips, lifting me up as if I weigh nothing at all, and when my back hits the wall, my legs automatically go around his hips. He grinds into me, one hand lifting to fist my hair again as he kisses me hard, rolling therough fabric of his jeans against my slick, swollen clit. It’s almost painful, but it also feels so fucking good, and I moan aloud as I arch into him.

“You want to come like this,devochka?” He bites my lip, sucking it into his mouth. “Come all over me, then. We’ll see how many times we can both come before the night is over.”

A thrill rushes through me, a feeling of complete liberation making me dizzy. I can do anything I want with him. Right now, he wants me to come while he grinds into me up against a wall, and he doesn’t care if I make a mess of him. Hewantsme to.

I feel like I could ask this man to do anything to me, and he wouldn’t judge me.

I tip my head back, moaning as I arch my hips against him, rubbing myself against the thick ridge of his cock. He’s fully hard again, and he groans, one hand smacking against the wall next to my head as he braces himself. “Fuck,” he moans. “Fuck, come on me,fuck?—”

I’m so sensitive that every movement of my hips feels like utter fucking bliss. I’ve never come more than once with someone before, but I realize with a sudden jolt of excitement that this is going to be the first of many, and that alone is enough to tip me into my second climax, as I ride the clothed ridge of his cock, grinding into him as I start to moan.

“Yes—fuck, Alek—oh god, I want…”

“What do you want?” His hand grabs my face, jerking it to look directly at him again. “My cock?Fuck—” There’s that look of desperate need in his eyes again, a hunger that’s so close to starvation it startles me. How is it that this manlustsso intensely? He can’t be starving for sex, but he’s looking at me as if he’s on death row and I’m his last meal.

He reaches down, holding me pinned to the wall as he yanks his zipper down. “Just a little,” he groans, more to himself than to me. “Just to feel it?—”

“Alek—” I gasp his name, about to tell him that we need to wait, to go get a condom, but he takes it as encouragement. Before I can get another word out, the blunt, thick head of his cock is between my thighs, and his hips snap forward, burying himself in me in one long, hard trust that makes me scream.

I’ve never had a cock this big. For a moment, my vision narrows, and the surge of pleasure mixed with pain that jolts through me makes me feel like I might pass out. He’s still fully clothed, only his cock free, and the rough denim of his jeans chafes against my inner thighs as he thrusts again, hard.

“O, chert voz'mi, eto tak khorosho,”he moans, his body jerking forward as he thrusts again. “God, your fucking tight pussy?—”

I’m so full. I’ve never been so full. I can feel that I’m stretched around him, his cock almost too big for me, even as soaking wet as I am. I moan, at the same time that fear trickles through me, the fear that he’s going to come inside of me without a condom.

“Alek!” I cry out his name as he rocks into me, the rough denim scraping over my clit again, and pleasure bursts through me. “Alek?—”

“Just—” He rocks into me, moaning, and then he twists away from the wall, his hungry gaze fixed on mine. “Where’s the bedroom?”

“Back—” I can’t breathe. “To the left of the main room. The door furthest to the left.”

He nods, his breathing ragged as he holds me against him, his cock still buried inside of me as he carries me towards the bedroom. He fumbles at the doorknob, slamming his shoulder into it as he knocks the door open, and he carries me straight to the bed, his cock only slipping out of me as he tosses me onto it.

“Find something to use as a blindfold,” he snaps, running a hand through his blond hair. It’s longer on top, shaved on the sides, with two thin lines buzzed into either side. He’sflushed and breathing hard, his eyes so dark that they’re almost frightening, still clothed except for his thick, bare cock jutting out in front of him, wet with my arousal. “Now,devochka.”

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