Page 13 of Volatile

I slowly bring her back down and remove my fingers from her before turning her to straddle me. She’s so warm, it doesn’t match the fake bitch she shows the world as her tongue softly strokes against mine and for the first time, she isn’t immediately looking for her clothes. Massaging down her back, I lock my arms together at her lower back and squeeze as though it will push out the defenses. I slowly turn so I’m on my back with her laid on my chest; without a fight or argument, she lays on me and I slowly push the heels of my palms down her back, massaging either side of her spine to get her moans out.

My hand goes between her legs as I teasingly stroke through her slit. She’s sensitive and sucks in a breath as she kisses down my jaw to my neck. This is how I get to keep her soft and malleable, by keeping my hand between her legs and it’s not a chore. Fuck, I’d shrink myself, so I was the perfect height to stand between her thighs, live my life with pussy directly on my face.

She flattens her hands on my chest to rest her hand against them. She doesn’t close her eyes, she watches the slasher with that haunting quality re-entering her eyes. There’s no conversation, or a single word spoken, we just lay together with her sadness watching some psycho go on a bloody rampage as I alternate between teasing strokes and massaging her ass and my lips pressed to her crown.

I don’t knowwhat time it is or where my clothes are. What I do know is Stasi’s bedroom is the most girly thing I have ever seen. There’s even a canopy going around her bed with soft white tulle drapes and cushions.

So many fucking cushions.

Does she hit her head on shit all the time or just collect them?

I take one that fell on the floor in my impatience to be inside her again, but she snatches it from under my head and gently places it on the floor. Her voice is filled with sleep and I’m smiling like a sappy bastard.

“They’re for decoration. Don’t put your big sweaty head on it.”

Leaning over her, I kiss down her neck and look up when I reach her chest to say, “You weren’t calling it big and sweaty when it was between your legs.”

The hum leaving her is bliss and she drops her legs open as I go lower. I act like a gentleman when I reach her navel and soften my voice to ask, “You sore, baby?”

Her eyes are closed, and she lifts her hand to my hair as she sinks into the plush mattress. “A little, kiss it better for me?”

I’ve never heard better words spoken and happily oblige.

I move further down, softly pressing my lips to her skin between wet open-mouthed kisses, until I’m resting between her legs and her swollen pussy is in front of my face. Licking through her slit with the flat of my tongue, I groan into her at the taste of her cum, but she has to ruin it.

“I love your mouth like this, you’re finally making a noise I like.”

Jokes on her because I stop and push myself up to lay beside her.

She’s too exhausted to complain and the small smile on her face shows she said that shit on purpose. Infuriating woman, she can’t just say that she’s sensitive like a normal person. I pull her to lay on my chest and her hand goes to my dick, but I hold her wrist, stopping her.

“If you make me come again, you’ll have to marry me.”

My heart is still racing from everything that she’s done tonight. It’s different being in her environment; she’s usually confident but there was an extra layer added to it tonight.I’m never fucking her in my bed again if this is what I get from hers.

I just want to stay like this: where Stasi is boneless and comfortable, and she doesn’t stop me tracing her spine with the tips of my fingers as I look around her room. There aren’t any photos on the wall, or anything personal, just the cushion collection that looks like it’s never been touched. Everything is soft, especially her sheets, I’m used to the finest things in life and buying whatever I want when the loneliness strikes. All of Stasi’s things are convenient luxuries, warm and comforting.

I wait to be kicked out, but she surprises me and relaxes against me. It turns to shock when she nuzzles against my chest, getting comfortable and looks up at me to ask, “Do you want marriage and all that shit?”

I’ve craved family and connection for as long as I can remember, and I’m too protective over the thought to allow a deep conversation, so I fold my arm under my head, watching how her dark eyes fill with intrigue as I vaguely answer.

“One day, what’s in your pretty little head?”

My fingers toy with the ends of her hair as she debates whether to be truthful. Stasi is an enigma; I get little glimpses of insight, and she always immediately shuts down. There’s something different now and a sigh floats through her voice as she stares off into space.

“My mother is going to be excited that a mighty Vartanov would lower themselves to be around me.”

What the fuck? She’s Stasi, a fucking force and so far above everyone that it’s natural she looks down at us. Anger fuses itself to my voice as I tilt her chin up with my thumb and forefinger. “Your mom sounds like a cunt.”

It’s not eloquent or fancy words about her greatness, just the blunt truth.I’ve never had a conversation with Stasi’s mother, but anyone that can’t see how amazing someone like Stasi is, is a fucking dickhead. I can’t even imagine her as a child, and I’m stopped from asking when she softens. Her smile is mesmerizing, and she presses gratitude to my lips before she proves I’m right.

“Yeah, she is. She wanted me to fuck Vlad even after he was married to Inessa.”

My entire body freezes. She wouldn’t do it. He wouldn’t fucking do it. But they have secret conversations, and she runs before he can tell her to. Inessa isn’t the type to be subservient or meek and I think we’d know if she chopped Vlad’s dick off before feeding it to him. Yet, I watch Stasi shut down and I can’t help the lingering thought ofifshe did.

Her eye roll is audible as she says, “No. Your brother is a psycho and the only time there should be blood when you fuck is period sex.”

Her good mood vanishes, and she turns over, giving me her back.I follow her because I’m clearly her little bitch and spooning is my favorite. I wrap my arm around her waist and fit myself against her back as I kiss her shoulder and soften my voice.

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