I’m so out of control. My hips frantically grind into his as we kiss. And oh God…the shorts move. Allow me to feel a flash of his hard length against the side of my pussy.
That’s all the inspiration I need.
“Can I…can I put you inside of me?” I gasp against his mouth.
“Da,” he answers, his voice rough.
That’s all the invitation I need. I grip him tight and use his long length to push the soaking wet crotch of my shorts aside.
It’s crazy how easily I slide him in. And though he’s the one who insisted on playing these games with me, we both groan when I sink down all the way to the hilt.
He pumps into me a couple of times. But then curses in Russian. “Condom…”
I curse, too, unable to believe I forgot it. You’d think that would kill the mood. But I simply lift off and wait as he retrieves one from his wallet.
“Hurry,” I say.
He smiles and kisses me again while his hands move between us.
I reach down to put him back in when he’s done. But he gently pushes aside my hands. Then he not so gently at all, fists the band of my shorts and yanks.
The thin material falls away with a ripping sound. Leaving my pussy completely exposed.
Cheslav takes immediate advantage, gripping my hips and driving himself in. I groan. The pleasure is jarring and my pussy throbs at the harsh but delicious penetration.
I guess he’s done playing with me. He fists my shirt and tears that off too. Then both hands come up to my chest as he fucks me hard.
“Do you see how crazy you make me?” he growls as he takes me. “Like animal.”
Yes, I do. But I can’t feel sorry for him because he makes me crazy too. For reasons that have nothing to do with money, or saving Clem, I drive my hips up and down on his dick, meeting him stroke for stroke.
And sooner than I expected, I can feel the rising tide. “Please can I come? Please can I come?” I beg, my voice thin with need.
His green eyes suddenly connect with mine, his expression unexpectedly tender. “Yes, come, my pet. Come now with me.”
We both yell out in the next moment. Cheslav goes rigid while I quiver around him like jelly. Then we collapse into each other in a loose-armed sort of hug.
We breathe heavy, finally sated. But then I feel his hand in my thick hair, tugging my head back.
“What…?” I start to ask.
But I lose the question when he hits me with another hard kiss.
I don’t just receive his kiss. I return it. Not caring a fig how swollen my lips might feel tomorrow morning.
And as we kiss, I reverse something I thought about Cheslav earlier.
He doesn’t play to win, I realize.
No…
He plays to conquer.
Chapter Nine
The next couple of days pass in a strange mix of passionate sex and hockey games. Then it’s Monday and time to call off work.
As a junior accountant, a lot of my work was done earlier in the tax season. I sent out 1099s and did most of the prep work for the few clients who turned all their stuff in more than a month before the deadline.
Still. March is not the month that any accountant in her right mind would ask for days off. So I don’t. I lie about being too sick with the flu and not being able to come until Thursday.
“Yes, I think staying home is probably for the best,” Laurie, our office manager. says, “I’ll have the other associates email you with any questions. Get well soon!”
I’m shocked by her response. I’d been bracing to get grilled about my symptoms. Last March, accountants had to be at death’s door if they called in sick. There had been so many people coughing and sneezing in the office, I’d known my annual flu shot was probably working overtime just like me.
But as it turns out, Laurie was on the right side of history with accepting my excuse and not guilting me about staying home. Later that day, local media explodes with the news that two women in South Carolina are suspected of having COVID-19. And one of them is in Charleston County.
I scroll through the news that evening as Cheslav and I eat Indian takeout and watch two teams he calls, “not too strong contenders for the cup” play against each other.
But at some point after dinner, I must have dozed off while rabbit-holing local, national, and global coronavirus news. I wake up to the sight of my dark legs strewn over Cheslav’s shoulders and his head moving between my legs. There’s also the feeling of his tongue inside of me. Deep. Deeper than I’d ever thought a tongue could go.
This is crazy, I think, even as I open my legs even wider and bring my hands down to nest in his bristled hair.