Her eyes widened, and he caught a flare of lust there.
“I should be careful with my teeth,” she repeated.
He nodded.
Carefully, Varushka wrapped a hand around his cock. He was about ready to crawl out of his skin. She kissed the very tip of it so lightly that he gritted his teeth. A drop of precum beaded there, and the tip of her tongue flicked out to taste him. He shivered and she grinned up at him. Damn. The girl was getting his number way too fast.
“I like how you taste,” she whispered.
Was it bad to cry while getting a blow job? She was going to fucking kill him at this rate. Impatiently, he buried a fist in her hair. When she gasped, he slid his cock partway into her open mouth.
“Suck,” he commanded, his voice rougher than he meant it to be.
She complied, and her eyes narrowed to slits, like a sleepy, pleased cat. Without any more prompting from him, she swirled her tongue and sucked on him, making him clutch convulsively at her hair. She gasped and moaned on his cock, and the vibration forced him to struggle to catch his breath.
Her enthusiasm made up for her lack of finesse. The arousal in her gaze grew as she watched his reactions, nearing the limits of his control. Looking determined, she forced her way down onto his cock, then gagged, her eyes watering. She pulled off him, gasping for breath, then forced herself down again. Konstantin let go of her hair and dug his fingers into the wooden arms of his chair.
“Stop, Varushka.”
Through streaming tears, she pulled off of him. “No.”
“You’re going to get a mouthful,” he warned.
The girl forced herself down on him again. He stroked her hair, but then his jaw locked and his head dropped back as she wedged him farther into her throat. She gagged again and he went off, helpless to stop himself. Pleasure and relief swept through him as he emptied into her. Seconds later she pushed away, and went to her hands and knees, wheezing. She heaved once, but was okay after that.
He pulled her into his lap and petted her, cleaning her up with the towel that had fallen off of her at some point. Her red face and runny eyes were somehow hotter than all of the well-practiced blow jobs he’d gotten in his life. There was something so vulnerable about everything she did with him, and the lack of pretence made him value all of it more.
“Are you okay?”
Varushka coughed and looked at him from under lowered brows. “It came out my nose.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No you aren’t.” She started to laugh. “You warned me.”
“Next time swallow faster.”
She glowered at him adorably and swatted his arm. He should have reprimanded her, but he was too relaxed. Instead, he cuddled her to his chest and enjoyed the
way she felt, warm and soft, and burrowed against him.
“Did I do it okay?”
His chuckle was pained. “If you did it any better, baby girl, you would have killed me.”
Although she squirmed, they stayed cuddled up that way until she finally grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand between her legs. Apparently someone wasn’t done with him.
Chapter Nine
She was not done with him!
How could he make her so needy, then just . . . cuddle her? She growled in frustration when he pulled his hand away from between her legs.
“You need to practice some self-control, Varushka.” He lifted her to her feet, then stood as well.
She pouted up at him. “But why do I need self-control?” Had he expected his other girlfriends to just wait around for him to use them? Was this part of the BDSM experience? If so, she wasn’t so sure she was cut out for it. He’d awakened something inside her and he had to deal with the consequences of that.
Staring down at her, he said, “Because it’s not your job to say where or when you get pleasure.” He took her hand and towed her toward the bedroom.