Sofia
Miron swerves into the opposite lane, and the blaring of a car horn wakes me. I glance over to see he’s falling asleep. Quickly, I jerk the wheel straight. “Miron, we need to pull over,” I say.
He shakes his head. “You know what happened last time.”
It’s impossible to get through to him. “We have to. You’ve been driving over six hours since we stopped at the diner.”
“No, Sofia, I can’t risk it. We could end up dead.”
I grab Miron’s arm, forcing his attention to me. “We’ll end up dead if you crash the fucking car.”
He holds my gaze for a moment before nodding his head. “Fine, there’s a motel up the road. We’ll stop for a short while.”
I sigh in relief, thankful that he agrees to pull over. Miron has only had about four hours of sleep in more than twenty-four hours since we fled my father’s home in Los Angeles.
The motel comes into view, and he pulls into the parking lot. He parks the car and turns to me. “Wait here, and I’ll get a room.”
I give him a defiant glare and cross my hands over my chest. “Why can’t I come with you?”
Miron’s jaw clenches. “Do as I say, Sofia.” The warning in his voice is palpable.
I fall back into the chair. He’s tired and been through a lot of stress. There’s no use defying him now. I watch as he walks stiffly toward the reception of the motel. Our time together on the road is making our relationship more and more confusing.
I love him more than I ever have. When he kissed me in bed, I’d never been happier. Until he licked my pussy and blew my mind, he made a dream come true as I fell asleep in his arms. Although It’s all up in the air- we’ve not discussed what it really meant for us.
He’s told me I mean everything to him, but I’m not sure I can believe it. It’s like being on a rollercoaster ride with him, as one minute he’s hot the next he’s cold.
I bared my soul to him. I told him I’d been saving myself for him. He told me that he’s wanted me for years, but I’m not sure in what capacity. Is he just attracted to me? Or does he care for me the way I care for him?
It’s not like we’ve had a chance to discuss it in detail. Now, we’re entering a motel, and those uncertainties come to the forefront of my mind.
Will he try something?
Miron returns from the reception holding a key. I get out of the car and open the back door, pulling my bag out.
Miron startles me when he appears behind me, grabbing the bag from my hand. “Did I tell you to get out of the car?” he asks.
I swallow hard at the coldness of his tone. “No, but-”
He forces me to turn around, and the ferocity of his expression makes my heart rate spike. “Sofia, you need to do what I say until we’re safe. Do you understand me?”
I keep eye contact with him, holding his gaze without flinching. He may be in charge, but I don’t like the way he is treating me. “All I did was get out of the car.”
He grips my throat, shocking me right to my core. “Don’t push me, Sofia.”
I lick my bottom lip. “Or what?”
He growls like an animal, before letting go of my throat and walking away from me.
I stare after him, pain clenching at my chest. I can’t understand why he’s acting like this. Miron hasn’t even told me to follow him, but I do anyway. He walks up to a motel room door, unlocking it and disappearing inside. I drag my case to the door, which Miron left open.
The sound of running water alerts me to the fact he’s already in the shower. My brow furrows. He’s exhausted, and the first thing he does is have a shower. It confuses me, but I could seriously do with a shower too.
The thought of joining him makes my knees shake. If only I were confident enough, but I haven’t got the guts to do it.
Instead, I wait on the bed for him to finish. After about fifteen minutes, the door opens. I glance up to see Miron standing in the doorway, wearing only a towel. My thighs clench at the sight of his muscled body and the rivulets of water rolling down his skin.
He barely looks at me as he walks toward the bed and sits down.
The kiss in the diner bathroom and the words he spoke to me haven’t been touched on since. I can feel him holding back. Something is stopping him from taking the next step.
I grab my case and head into the bathroom without a word. The shower is still running warm, and I strip quickly. All I want to do is sleep in a comfortable bed for a few hours. Before I can step under the water, I hear the bathroom door open. I cover myself up with my hands, staring at Miron in shock.
He stands in the doorway with only his towel around his hips. “Miron, what are you doing?” I ask.
His eyes darken as they rake down my naked form. “I can’t take it any longer, Sofia.”
I swallow hard, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. “You can’t take what?”
He walks closer, sending my heart pounding. He may have been the first man to give me oral the other night, but anytime I’m near him I feel exposed. My feelings for him are to raw and real to play with. I’m entirely naked and standing in front of him.
“I need you. I need you so bad it hurts.”
A lump forms in my throat, hearing him say the words to me I’ve only dreamed of. His hands move to the towel wrapped around his hips, drawing my eyes to it. His thick, hard cock tents the towel.
The sight of it makes my body temperature spike. It’s nothing compared to how I feel when he pulls it off. I may have touched him the other night, but it’s another thing seeing him under the spotlights of this bathroom.
He steps closer, crashing into me with skin on skin. I gasp as he hoists me into his arms and pushes me back against the glass panel of the shower. He pins me to it, making it impossible to move.
I let my hands rest on the hard muscles in his biceps as he stares into my eyes. The danger in his hazel jewels spark with lust and need. “Sofia, you’re everything to me,” he breathes, making emotion rise in my chest. “All that matters in my world.”
Tears pool in my eyes as pure happiness overtakes me. Miron is honestly telling me how he feels for me. It cuts me to the core and makes me feel bare. I can’t find the words to reply to him. Instead, I kiss him hard, pouring every feeling into the kiss.
His hard muscles keep me pressed against the shower, and his cock throbs against my pussy. I moan, grinding against him.
He slips one arm around my back, holding me tight. He moves his other finger between our bodies. I gasp as he sinks his thick finger inside of me. The way he curls it hits the spot that builds white hot pressure instantly. I buck my hips, wanting more.
“Don’t move,” he growls, capturing my bottom lip between his teeth.
A shiver runs down my spine at his tone. I still entirely, letting him do what he wants to me.
His fingers move in and out of me hard and fast, sending me reeling toward release. I let out a deep, wanton moan.
The sound makes his eyes flash with hunger, and he groans. “Time for bed,” he says, lifting me from the wall and carrying me back into the room.
He drops me onto the motel bed, stroking his hard length up and down. My pussy aches at the sight of him, and I sit up, trying to move toward him.
He moves quickly, grabbing my wrists and forcing them down against the bed. “Did I tell you to move?”
I shake my head.
He tightens his grip on my wrists. “Answer me, Sofia.” “No, Miron,” I say.
“I want you to call me, sir,” he growls.
My brow furrows as I ponder on his request. It seems a little weird to call him sir, but I want to please him. “No, sir,” I say, bowing my head slightly. I feel like a naughty girl getting told off at school.
His fingers dig into my thighs as he parts them wide. “That’s it, Malishka, spread those legs and let me see that pretty pussy,” he groans, wrapping his fingers around his thick cock and stroking it from root to tip
– a drop of white pre-cum pools at the head.
He kisses my lips softly before dragging his tongue down my body. He sucks my hard nipples on the way down, moving between them in turn. His tongue is circling each one and making me wetter between my thighs. A tingle runs down my spine as he moves lower and lower, making me quiver in anticipation of feeling his tongue there again.
His tongue flicks over my clit, lighting every pleasure center up inside of me with one touch. I moan deeply as his lips clamp over my clit, before lightly tracing down through my wet lips. He groans against my pussy, sending a throbbing need through me.
His tongue delves inside of me, pushing me higher in an instance. He lets his tongue rise higher again, circling my clit and making me cry out. Two thick fingers delve inside of me, building the pleasure again, instantly. I buck my hips toward his mouth, needing more from him. Miron’s working me into a frenzied mess.
“God, Kiska, you taste sweeter than honey,” he growls against my clit, licking me more. I love it when he calls me Russian nicknames, and kitten sounds so sexy on his lips.
I’m writhing in the bedsheets, clasping to the edge in an attempt to get some control. I can’t. Miron has taken control, and I’m totally at his mercy. He curls his fingers inside of me, and I cry out, “Oh my God.”
Miron’s eyes are fixed on me as he licks my clit and thrusts his fingers in and out, pushing me closer to the edge. “That’s it. Come for me, Sofia. I want you to come all over my fingers and tongue so I can taste your sweet as hell juices.”
I clamp my eyes shut, unable to think past the hot, white pleasure pulsing through my veins.
“Look at me,” he growls, slapping my thighs and sending a shocking jolt of pain through me. My eyes snap open, finding his hazel gems instantly. “I want to look into your eyes as you come undone.”
I bite my lip, trying to hold his intense gaze. His eyes burn with hungry desire as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me and lavishes attention to my sensitive bud. White filters into my vision as he brings me to the edge, holding my gaze. He sucks harder on the engorged, swollen clit, and it’s all it takes to send me over the edge.
“Oh my God…Miron” I cry out.
“Come for me, Kiska. I want to lap up every drop from your sweet cunt.”
I clutch at the sheets beneath me as I tumble over the edge. The use of that dirty word only heightens my pleasure. My muscles clamp down hard around his fingers. He removes them from me, replacing them with his tongue as he laps up every drop of me.
He is quick to move closer, kissing my lips hard. I can feel his cock so hard, pulsing against my upper thigh. A flood of confidence fills me as I reach out to grab his cock. I can hardly wrap my hand around his girth, stroking him two times before he grabs my hand.
“Ask for permission before touching, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I say, falling into my role easily as he loosens me up. “Can I taste you now, sir?”
He growls against my lips, devouring them. He bites my lip hard enough to hurt, before pushing himself up from the bed – excitement and fear pulses through me. Despite wanting to taste him, it’s nerve-wracking.
I move myself to kneel in front of him, dipping my head toward Miron’s huge member. His thick cock twitches in front of my face and a long string of pre-cum drops onto the bed. I’m surprised at how my mouth waters, anticipating tasting him.
Miron stares down at me, eyes burning with desire. “Go ahead, Sofia,” he says, holding the base of his dick.
I bite my bottom lip for a moment, nerves twisting at my gut. It’s intensely nerve-wracking, as I move closer. I let my tongue lap against the swollen crown of his cock, tasting his cum. It’s a masculine and salty taste.
It’s hard to believe I’m doing this. Miron, the man I’ve loved for years, letting me suck his cock. The heat in his eyes tells me we’re going to do this. There’s no turning back now. He has laid himself bare to me and I to him. We’re going to fuck, there’s no doubt about it.