Natalya
Alexander pushes me against the wall roughly, his hands moving over every inch of my body as if he’s desperate for me. “Have you missed me, nena?”
I glare at him over my shoulder. “No.”
He chuckles, the warmth of his breath teasing against my earlobe. “I’m not sure I believe you.”
“Let go of me,” I say through gritted teeth, as he teases my hardening nipples through the fabric of my shirt.
“Hmm, I don’t think so,” he murmurs, hand moving beneath my shirt.
I gasp as he pinches my bare nipple beneath the cup of my bra, sending a zing of need right to my core. “Alexander.”
“That’s what I want to hear, you begging me.”
I clench my teeth together. “I’m not begging.”
“Sure sounded like it to me.” He presses his body flush against mine, pushing me harder into the wall. “Do you feel how hard I am for you?”
I groan, his cock solid between my ass cheeks. Even with my pants on and his, I can feel the heat of him.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He reaches around and unbuttons my pants.
I should try to stop him but my body craves this. The feel of his hands on me. A guy who has been such a fucking asshole to me the entire time I’ve known him, and yet whenever he touches me, it feels right.
It makes no logical sense, but then they say there’s a fine line between love and hate. The passion involved in both must be very similar and anytime he touches me, that passion lights my soul on fire.
I moan as his fingers delve into my already wet panties and he rubs my clit, making my nipples harder than stone.
“Do you like that?” he asks, as he shoves a finger inside of me, barely quenching the ache he’s ignited.
I nod in response, too ashamed to say the words.
“Good girl,” he says, pushing my pants and panties further down so that I’m standing against the wall with them around my knees. “I need to fuck you,” he rasps, his voice no longer dominant and in control. Alexander sounds as desperate as I feel.
Did he really come all the way to Boston because he needed this?
The thought makes my stomach flutter and the ache deepen, as I wonder if whatever sick and twisted dynamic existed between us before is changing into something new, something different.
I hear the zip of his pants behind me and glance over my shoulder. “Eyes forward,” he says, his jaw clenching. “I need to fuck you right now.”
I swallow hard and face forward, arching my back to give him better access to my dripping wet entrance.
He groans and rubs the head of his cock in my juices. “Already so fucking wet, Natalya.” He rubs the head of his cock over my asshole and I tense, wondering if he would do that here and now. “I so badly want to fuck that ass of yours.”
I shudder at the thought of such a large object being shoved in my ass. The idea is both arousing and daunting. “Alexander, not here.”
He spanks my ass cheek and then grabs the back of my neck forcefully. “Of course not, Gurin. When I fuck that tight little ass, you’ll be begging me for it.”
A part of me is a relieved, and another part disappointed, as it’s the kind of thing I’d expect from him.
He spits on my asshole, and then I feel his finger pressing against it. “It doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun with you, though.”
And then I feel the pressure of his thick cock pushing against my entrance. When the head of his cock pops inside, I groan, feeling sore.
After all, I’ve only ever been fucked once, and that was six days ago. Alexander was rough and unforgiving, and I’ve felt sore ever since.
“Are you sore, nena?” he asks, his cock as hard as an iron rod and still inside of me.
“Yes,” I mutter.
I feel his lips against the back of my neck as he smiles. “Good, I’m glad I gave you something to remember me by.” His hand moves up the front of my blouse and he pulls it open, the buttons flying everywhere. “I bet you’ve not been able to stop thinking about our time in the ruins, have you?”
I grind my teeth together, but the need to feel pleasure wins out. “No, sir,” I moan, arching my back further and trying to move to feel him fucking me.
He holds me tight with one hand. “Not yet, Gurin. I’m in charge.”
I whimper, the need becoming so strong it feels like I’ll die if he doesn’t fuck me.
His finger is still embedded in my ass and his cock in my pussy, but he’s teasing me and drawing out that excruciating anticipation.
“Please, Alexander.”
He chuckles, a rich and deep sound that echoes around the small bathroom. “Didn’t take long, did it?”
“For what?” I ask, knowing he means my begging. It’s embarrassing how easily I crack.
“For you to beg me like the dirty girl I know you are.” His teeth sink into my earlobe, making me squeal. “Now try to be quiet. You don’t want the entire cafe knowing what you are doing in here, do you?”
A flood of panic coils through me as I realize I’ve been so wrapped up in the pleasure, I’d forgotten where I am. A cafe I’ve been going to for years.
I’d die if Cynthia realized what we were doing in here, especially since she knows my brother well, too.
But Alexander doesn’t give me a moment to prepare. Instead, he pulls his cock all the way out of me and then slams back in which such force I have no choice but to cry out.