Page 55 of My Crazy Killers
My fingers dig into Pete’s back as I cling to him, desperate for more. I use my heels to encourage him to thrust harder as I suck on his lower lip. That seems to drive him wild as he moves harder, pressing my back firmly into the mattress as his mouth moves down my neck, sucking and licking and nibbling at my heated skin as he goes.
“Yes, Pete, more!” I cry, which just makes him groan in eagerness.
Before he’d told me about it, I never knew that having sex with your partner while they were sleeping was even a thing. It sounded a little strange at first, but having experienced it firsthand, it’s so hot and sexy, too hard to even put into words.
Knowing that I was fast asleep when he decided he needed me, wanted me, and that he was pleasuring my body without me even knowing… It’s a strange sort of arousal. One that makes me feel wanted and cared for deep in my core. Because I know he isn’t doing it primarily so he can get off, he is doing it for me, and that just makes it so much better.
I felt the same way. When Eli asked me to do that, I instantly thought about how hot it would be, having him wake as he orgasmed from my riding him in his sleep. And Sly had laid down the challenge; it was something I wanted to do with each of them, see how far I could get before they woke.
I pull Pete’s lips back to mine and kiss him hard, my tongue massaging his to show him how much I love him. It seems to drive him even wilder as he pulls his mouth back to beg, “Please come for me now, angel. I can’t hold on any longer.”
Elias does something to my nipple that has me crying out, the feeling sending a pulse straight to my clit as I start to come undone. Pete slams his lips over mine, and his chest rumbles with a growl of approval. His hips move faster before losing their rhythm, and after one final thrust, he holds himself tight inside of me as his hips twitch with his release.
I moan against him until my own climax starts to fade. He moves back and slowly pulls out, making me whimper from the loss. He cleans me up, then drops to my side and pulls me against him.
“You didn’t mind?” he whispers in my ear so only I’ll hear.
“If I woke up like that every day, I’d be in heaven,” I tell him honestly.
“Beautiful, brilliant, and perfect,” he tells me before kissing the top of my nose, then tucking my head back under his chin. We stay that way for a few minutes before Elias and Sly tell us it’s time to get ready.
I dress in a pair of skinny jeans with a black-and-white checkered pattern all over them and an off-the-shoulder, loose-fitting black long-sleeve top. I add my black choker and arrange my hair in two messy buns, doing it much more quickly this time.
Dex helps me into my fuzzy black jacket, and Pete hands me matching earmuffs as I slip on my boots. “You look adorable,” Elias says, eyeing my outfit.
“Vkusnaya,”Pete says, his tongue swiping over his lower lip before winking at me. Figures, that’s the word he chooses to remember. I grab his hand, and Elias leads us out of the room.
Outside, we find the SUV Elias hired todrive us there, and we all climb into the back. Since we have a driver, we’re pretty quiet on the drive there, just making small talk about the city or the weather.
I take the opportunity to enjoy the snow-covered scenery. I loved the date Jagger took me on in the park yesterday. It gave me the chance to enjoy some of the fun side of this weather. I was kicking myself for not making a snow angel when I had the chance. Those looked like fun.
When we reach our destination, it doesn’t look like anything special, just another metal-sided building. It isn’t a home, or at least not a traditional one. It looks more like a warehouse, but it’s smaller, about the size of a house. It has no windows that I can see, but as we walk up to the front door, I notice a security camera pointing down at us.
I quickly duck my chin and try to hide behind Dex, not wanting to have my face on camera in case Ivan had access to it.
Elias knocks on the door as I whisper, “Is this really a smart idea?” Nervousness fills me, and suddenly I have a feeling that the door is going to swing open to reveal Ivan on the other side.
“It’ll be okay,” Elias tries to reassure me, but I just cling to Dex's hand, my other hand digging into his bicep as if that will save me.
Sly moves so he’s half in front of me, blocking the door from my view, as Dex pulls his arm from my grip to wrap around my shoulders and pull me firmly against him.
A buzz sounds, then a male voice comes from a small comms box beside the door, speaking in Russian. “What do you want?”
He sounds angry, and I worry this is a bad idea.
“We want to speak with Mary,” Elias says confidently in Russian.
“American?” The man asks, clearly hearing Elias’s accent.
“Yes,” Elias answers in English.
“I don’t get many American visitors, what do you want?” he asks again, now conversing in perfect English with barely any Russian accent to be heard.
“We want to talk to her about her podcast. We have questions.”
There’s a pause before he asks, “You’re fans of my podcast?”
Hispodcast?
