Page 24 of Russian Roulette
“Do you want my cock filling you up?” he asks. “How do you like to be fucked? From behind? Or would you rather be on top? I picture you being a girl who loves to be fucked from behind while I wrap your long hair around my hand and pull it tight. Am I right? Would you want me to smack you on the ass while I pound your tight pussy?”
My control is already on a slippery slope. His dirty talk is sending me right over the edge.
He pushes me onto my back and leans over me. The sleeping bag is tight, with little room to maneuver. Nudging my hand on my breast away with his face, he sinks his teeth around my taut nipple. He pulls and tugs, rolling his tongue over the tip. Minutes of mindless pleasure pass as Vulcan’s fingers and tongue drive me closer to the edge. I bite my lip as he sucks and bites on my breasts, first one and then the other. He’s rough and dominating, and I fucking love it.
“Feels good?” he asks, his unshaven face scratching against my sensitive skin. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes… oh yes,” I tell him, dazed.
He picks up the tempo and begins roughly plunging in and out of my pussy, almost lifting my ass off the sleeping bag with each thrust of his hands while sucking hard on my nipple. I’m gasping for air, my breath uneven and shaky. I give up trying to hold back any sounds of bliss as I writhe uncontrollably under him.
Reaching toward him, I cup my palm over the large, hard bulge in his pants. He’s thick and long. I can’t wait another minute. My fingers move up to undo his belt buckle to slide my hand inside to stroke his cock.
“No,” he growls, stopping me. “Not tonight. When I fuck you for the first time, I want it to be in the daylight with the bright sun shining on your naked body. I want to see your face and your eyes when I look up from eating your pussy while you scream my name. And you will scream my name, won’t you, Jade? What’s my name? Say it.”
“Vulcan,” I breathe out his name like a prayer.
“That’s right, don’t you ever fucking forget it.”
As if I ever could.
“When that day comes, I’ll fuck you every damn way I know how and ways that haven’t been invented yet,” he tells me. “You’ll beg for more and I’ll erase the memory of every man who has touched you before me. When you close your eyes at night, you’ll see only one face and that will be mine. My name will be seared so deep into your brain that you’ll never get it out.”
For the second time this night, I wonder where has this man been all my life? There’s no doubt that every word he’s saying is the truth. He dips his thumb inside me to wet it and moves it back to rub my clit, around and around.Damn, this man knows how to pleasure a woman.The movements of his fingers are now rapid, rough, and intense.
“I can’t wait,” I mumble incoherently. “Please…”
“Please, what?” he taunts me. “You want to come now? Do it, then. Come for me,” he orders. He bites painfully hard on my nipple and draws out the tip with his sharp teeth. That’s all it takes for me to lose all control and I explode in a series of intense, powerful contractions that go on and on.
“I feel you coming all over my hand,” he grits out against my breast. “Damn! I want to fuck you so goddamn bad it’s killing me, but I won’t. Not tonight. The wait to slide between your legs will be worth the torture. Just remember, every time I look at you, I’ll be thinking of all the things I’m going to do to you.Every fucking time.And you’ll be thinking about it too. Fucking you will be the only thing on my mind until it happens. And it will, I promise.”
When my orgasm ends, I fight to gain control of my rapid breathing. Barely conscious from the out-of-body experience, I’m reluctant to return to reality. When my breathing slows almost to normal, Vulcan reluctantly withdraws his hand.
“Let’s keep this little secret between us,” he says before slipping quietly out of the sleeping bag and going into the RV.
12
JADE
“Jade! Wake up! It’s time to hit the road.”
I groggily open my eyes to find Vulcan, who appears to be in a hurry, kneeling beside me. His side of the sleeping bag is icy. Earlier, I’d tried to stay awake until he returned from the RV, but fell asleep before he came back.
Ifhe came back at all.
I’m not sure what I expected from him. That he’d kiss me good night and cuddle after our… whatever it was? No, Vulcan isn’t the type of person to hang around for aftercare. Most of the time, neither am I. I’m not surprised he left me alone.
“What time is it?” I sit up and rub my tired eyes. “It’s still dark.”
“Five o’clock,” he replies. “Kit told me to bring you to his house this morning, so we’d better head out. Go freshen up and be ready to leave in ten minutes.”
“Okay,” I say, trying to shake off the drowsiness. I crawl out of the warm sleeping bag and reach for my sneakers. “How are we getting back to Vegas? Do you have a car hidden somewhere?”
“Motorcycle,” he answers. “It’s parked behind the RV. Are you okay with that?”
“Yeah, sure whatever.” What possessed me to be so completely uninhibited with him? I can barely look him in the eye this morning and he appears to be avoiding me, too. Maybe it’s for the best because I’m escaping from the guys today. “Give me five minutes to get ready to leave,” I tell him as he rolls up the sleeping bag and puts out the fire.
Minutes later, I step back outside to find Vulcan beside a sleek black motorcycle. It looks expensive, but my knowledge of motorcycles ends there.
