Page 62 of Bedazzled
“Ow! Yuri!”
“Say, ‘I want your cock in me’ or I am taking it away from you for a week,” he warned. Oh, no. This was Edging Yuri. Edging Yuri had kept me right on the brink of madness before.
In furious Spanish, I snapped,“Quiero tu polla en mi!”
He rotated his hips slowly once, twice, to really make sure I knew he was right there, just inside me and all it would take would be one push and… He put his lips to my ear and whispered, “Not in Spanish, you bad girl, in Russian.”
I thought of all the ways I wanted to murder him. But as he was about to pull out of me, I hissed,“YA khochu tvoy chlen vo mne!”
Yuri sank in, hard, and we groaned together. Every time with him stings. Every time the tip of his cock pushes against my cervix and the tingle it causes zaps through me and down to my toes. And every time everything inside collides and reforms and I come out better for it. His arm snaked under me, lifting me up to meet his kiss.
The muscles in his thighs coiled and moved as he thrust harder and his other hand shoved up under my shirt, running a hot trail between my breasts and then lightly cupping my throat.
He leaned up as he slammed in and out of me, squeezing his fingers around my throat just slightly. Yuri was the only man I’d ever trusted enough to do this, but now, with his face in shadow and his eyes half closed and looking like a darker twin, it was shockingly erotic. I groaned, feeling the danger as his fingers tightened again, the burn, and a certainty that he knew just how much I could take.
“H- h- how can you be getting harder?” I wheezed, trying to get the words out between his thrusts.
“Because nothing else will ever feel like this; your pretty cunt gripping me like a fist, your pulse under my thumb-” his head dropped as I drew my heels up against his flexing ass. Squeezing my throat one more time to get my attention, he growled, “Come with me,Koroleva.”
It felt electric; like a spark tearing through my nervous system and flaring violently inside me where Yuri was coming too, the heat from him sending up another flare of pleasure mixed with pain inside me.
Yuri…
“Initially, I had a reason for seeking you out,” my voice was muffled because my face was buried between Tania’s breasts, my cock still inside her.
“Oh yeah?” she slurred. I loved my wife’s sweet, loopy smile when she had just come, sounding cock drunk.
“I must ask you to do something for me,” I said, hating myself. Hating Maksim. Specifically and especially hating Nolan fucking O’Rourke.
She giggled, “I’m not really in the shape for it right now, but gimme a minute…”
“No, love,” I soothed, kissing her forehead. “Nothing so pleasant, sadly. Let me get a cloth and…”
Her legs tightened around my hips. “Stay. Stay in me for a minute.”
Sinking against her again, I cupped her breast. “This request was in no way connected with buttering you up through sex.”
Her laughter pushed her hard pink nipples against my chest. “This was an accidental buttering me up?”
“Precisely, so you must save it for a later request of mine,” I said.
“All right,” Tania said, flexing one leg, “one buttering me up through sex credit for later. What do you need?”
Taking in a deep breath and letting it out, I attempted to not sound bitter. “Nolan O’Rourke has the information we need on the O’Connell gathering for the whiskey distillery opening. He is not taking Maksim’s calls. Nor mine.” Gritting my teeth, I said, “We believe if you leave a message, he will contact you.”
“Okay.”
I balanced on my elbows, looking down at her. “I know he makes you uncomfortable. I do not like asking this.”
Casually waving a hand, she kissed me and looked around. “Where did my violin go?”
Tania…
I was lying through my teeth.
The thought of talking to Nolan O’Rourke again opened up a bottomless pit in my stomach and anything I threw in to appease it - cake, glasses of wine, another orgasm - wasn’t enough to fill it up and stop the anxiety. I didn’t want to remember I owed this man a favor that he could cash in at any time. But I dialed the number Yuri gave me and left a message.
In less than thirty minutes, Nolan Facetimed me back.
