Page 9 of Craving Dahlia

“I’ll keep you on me all night,devochka,” he growls. His hand slides down, his thumb brushing away a streak of cum that leaked from the corner of my mouth. “Good girl.”

His thumb, wet with his release, pushes between my lips. Without thinking, I part them, taking it into my mouth, tightening my lips around his thumb the way I did his cock a moment ago. I’m dizzy with need, my entire body a throbbing pulse, and I need him to touch me. I never knew it was possible to reach this level of arousal, and now I’m starting to wonder if this was a good idea after all. How am I supposed to go back to normal sex, after this? How am I supposed to be satisfied withanythingafter finding out that this is possible?

I see his cock twitch, lying still half-hard against his jean-clad leg, and I blink at him, startled that his arousal can come back so quickly. It’s as if this man is starved for sex, though I can’t imagine how that could possibly be the case. I’m sure I’m one of a long line of women who comes through his bed—and in it—nightly.

The cab jerks to a stop, and I realize that I didn’t even notice we had started driving again after getting jammed up in traffic. “Here,” the driver barks out, a quiver in the back of his voice that I’m sure is due to the gun under Alek’s jacket, and Alek pulls the tip of his thumb from my mouth with apop, reaching to tuck himself back in.

“Let’s go,devochka,” he murmurs, in a low voice that promises all kinds of things. “It’s your turn.”

Heat floods through me at that, and as he opens the door, the rush of frigid air from outside feels like a slap in the face. He steps out of the taxi, holding his hand out to help me from the cab, and I take it without arguing. My knees feel like water, and I feel sure that I’d have slipped on the ice in my stilettos if I’d triedto get out on my own. His hand on the small of my back steadies me as we head up the walkway to the front door of my apartment building, and as I type in the keycode with unsteady hands, the door unlocking, I can feel Alek’s looming presence behind me.

The moment we step inside the quiet, dark lobby, Alek grabs me, spinning me around. His hand sinks into my hair again, and he drags me up against him, his mouth pressing against mine roughly. His tongue licks over the seam of my lips, into my mouth, as if he doesn’t care that I swallowed his cum only minutes before. He backs me up, pushing me against the nearest wall, and this time I can’t help but moan, the sound vanishing into the kiss.

His free hand slides up my thigh, under my skirt, and I moan again as it dips between my legs. He hooks two fingers roughly under the edge of my panties, jerking them to one side, his thick fingers plunging into my entrance. I gasp, my back arching at the sudden sensation of his fingers inside of me, and another moan tears from me as I grind down onto his palm.

“Fuck,” Alek snarls against my mouth. “So fucking wet for me.”

I’m drenching his hand. I’ve never been this wet. I roll my hips shamelessly against him, desperate for friction, foranything, and Alek pulls away just as I manage to angle myself so that my clit is rubbing against the heel of his hand through the fabric of my panties, breathing hard.

“No—” I gasp, leaning into him, but he steps back, looking towards the elevator.

“I won’t risk anyone coming out and seeing what’s for me alone tonight,” he growls. “Let’s go.”

His hand finds the small of my back again, pushing me towards the elevator, and I stumble forward, my mind a fog of lust. I’d do anything he asked at this point, I think. I’ve never needed to come so badly.

I slam my hand against the elevator button the minute we reach it, my fingers trembling. The moment the doors open I hurry inside, hitting the button for the eleventh floor, and as soon as the door closes Alek backs me against one mirrored wall, sinking to his knees in front of me as he jerks up my skirt with one hand.

There’s nothing slow or gentle about the way he handles me. He yanks my panties down my thighs, all the way to my ankles. “Up,” he snaps, tapping the side of my ankle, and I obey without thinking, letting him take them off the rest of the way. He stuffs them in his jacket pocket, and another flood of arousal washes through me, thinking about him keeping them for later. Filling his nose with my scent, maybe, while he jerks off, or wrapping the black lace around his cock. I’m dripping down my thighs now, and Alek reaches up, pushing two fingers into me roughly again before jerking up my skirt, gripping my hip as he leans in.

He looks up at me, scarred face clear in the warm light of the elevator, his eyes dark with a ravenous need. “Come for me before we reach the eleventh floor,devochka, or I’ll make you suck me off again before you get an orgasm.”

My eyes dart towards the display at the top of the elevator.Three. He leans in, sealing his mouth between my legs at the same moment that he reaches up with the hand that was just inside of me, pushing the two fingers wet with my arousal between my lips as his tongue lashes over my clit.

My knees nearly buckle. Only his hand, hard on my hip, keeps me from going down. My lips tighten around his fingers, the tangy taste of my own arousal mixing with the salty flavor of his cum, and I moan around them as Alek sucks my clit into his mouth, his tongue still rolling over it relentlessly.

Five. The pleasure builds, a sensation like nothing I’ve ever felt before tightening low in my stomach as my head falls back against the glass, my eyes tightly shut as I lose myself in the blissof it. I’ve never been eaten out like this. I’m almost disappointed that he’s given me a time limit, because I want this to go on for longer. I don’t want it to end.

Seven. I peek just long enough to see that there’s four floors left as Alek flutters his tongue over my clit, my knees buckling again as he sucks, his tongue circling the swollen, sensitive flesh. He keeps his fingers in my mouth as he eats me out, and it’s so filthy, so terribly erotic that I can’t help but open my eyes. I want to see.

In the mirror across from me, I see us both. I look like a fucking wreck in the hottest way possible—my short leather skirt half up, pinned to one hip, while everything above my waist is only slightly disheveled, until I see my face. My mascara is blurred around my eyes, my lipstick gone, leaving only my reddened, swollen lips. My eyes are bright, my hair a mess, my skin flushed, and all the while, the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen is kneeling in front of me, his blond hair falling forward where it’s longer on top, his mouth pressed hungrily between my thighs.

That tips me over the edge. The sight of Alek going down on me, coupled with the hot, wet strokes of his tongue, his lips sucking at me—it’s too much. It’s straight out of a fantasy, better than any porn I’ve ever watched, and I see the number on the elevator…ten…right before I spill over the edge with a ragged moan that’s muffled only by his fingers still in my mouth.

My knees give out. His hand on my hip clamps down, stronger than I would have even guessed, pressing me against the mirrored wall as I come hard on his tongue. I feel myself soaking his tongue, his chin, drenching him with arousal as shudders of pleasure wrack my body, and I’ve never come so hard in my life. Not with my fingers, not with a toy, and definitely not with any other man.

My vision narrows, blurring, and I barely hear the chime of the elevator. I’m dizzily groping for the edge of the wall to hold myself up as Alek pushes himself to my feet, and I see that his lips and chin are damp, glistening in the light as my skirt falls back around my thighs.

Without a word, he steps out of the elevator, the only sign that he’s affected at all is the thick ridge in his jeans, telling me that he’s rock-hard again. He looks back at me as I follow him out, silent as I lead us towards my apartment door on legs that I’m not entirely certain will hold me up.

It takes me two tries to get the key in the door. Alek’s scent surrounds me, making my heart race, the promise of everything still to come making me light-headed. I finally get the door open, and he follows me into the entryway, closing the door hard behind us. I hear it shut, hear the sound of him sliding the locks closed—and even though it’smydoor inmyapartment, and I would have locked it anyway, everyclickmakes my heart race a little faster.

I turn to face Alek, and in one swift motion, he turns towards me, too, moving before I can. He pins me to the wall, his hand just under my chin, and his gaze meets mine in the darkness of my apartment’s entryway.

“What now?” I whisper, my voice trembling, and a slow, wicked smile curves the edges of his lips.

“Now,gertsoginya, I’m going to fuck you.”

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