Russian Bad Boy's Untouched Love (14 page)

“So what are we waiting for?” she challenged.

He crooked his index finger, beckoning her closer. Kaylee felt ridiculous. Yet when Ivan slid his arms around her body and took her mouth in a deeply stirring kiss, she was utterly swept away.

The taste of him was exotic. He was vodka, some kind of cheroot, and the spicy flavor of male dominance. She drank it in like a woman dying of thirst. Thrusting her tongue between his lips, she eagerly explored every inch of his mouth. He made a low noise of approval when she began to mimic the ebb and flow of sex with her kiss.

His hands moved from her back to her bottom. He cupped her ass and pulled her hard against his pelvis. She could feel the length of his cock trapped between them. He was hard and huge. Kaylee could not wait to spread her legs and feel him take possession of her body. It had been too long since she’d felt the release that could come from truly good sex.

Ivan pulled back, moving his lips to her neck and down to her collarbone. The tickling sensation made Kaylee shiver. Then he grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and dragged it up over her head. He threw it somewhere and she didn’t even bother to keep track. He let one finger drift down her sternum to the rise of her breasts. When he traced the full flesh exposed above the cups of her plain white bra, she moaned. Her nipples were already hard and he hadn’t even touched them.

“So responsive,” he murmured. “Shall I make you come, Kaylee? Would you like that?”

If there was an answer, she couldn’t find it. The only thing that came to her lips was a wanton moan. Then he reached up behind her shoulders and unfastened her bra. The straps slid down her arms and she let the garment fall to the floor. The cool air in the bar brushed over her hypersensitive flesh and she trembled in response.

Ivan cupped her breasts and leaned down to taste them. He nuzzled the sensitive areolae before sucking her taut nipples between his lips. She watched in fascination as he used the flat part of his tongue to stroke her. The frenzied sensation of deep need in her breasts created a pull between her legs that left her wet and ready.

The haze of lust in Kaylee’s brain parted just long enough for it to occur to her that this wasn’t fair. Ivan had seen her, but she had yet to see what he looked like. She plucked at the buttons of his dress shirt until it was hanging open over his chest. The flat planes of muscle looked chiseled from granite. She stroked each groove, circling his tiny male nipples with her fingertip until he hissed a response.

Ivan shoved his shirt off and placed her hands low on his belly. “Touch me,” he ordered.

“Where?” She let her fingers dip below his waistband until she could feel the satin tip of his cock. “Here?”

“Yes!” His eyes slid shut and he groaned.

Kaylee unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. His cock spilled eagerly into her hands. She stroked him, fascinated with the thick girth and generous length of him. He was delightfully sensitive. Even better, he didn’t try to hide a damn thing from her. He gripped her shoulders as she began pumping him up and down with both hands. A spurt of cream between her legs reminded her that what she really wanted was this beautiful cock inside her body.

“Ivan,” she whispered. “I want you to fuck me.” She squeezed his shaft. “Right now.”

He growled at her, picking her up and carrying her to the nearest table. With her butt firmly lodged on the tabletop, he nudged his way between her knees. He kneaded her breasts in his hands, thumbing her nipples until she was gasping with the intense sensations.

Pushing her back onto the tabletop, he leaned over and kissed her belly. His fingers worked the fastenings on her jeans. The first touch of his tongue on the skin below her navel nearly had her launching up off the table. Everything below her waist was in flames and the need gnawing at her insides left her mindless to anything but the quest for climax.

He nipped the skin over her hipbones. Carefully tugging her jeans down, he slid them onto the floor. She didn’t even stop to care how ridiculous it was to still be wearing shoes. The only thing that mattered was the ache between her legs.

IVAN COULD SMELL how wet Kaylee was. Her arousal was as honest as it was delightful. He placed his palms on the insides of her thighs and savored the softness of the skin there. Then he parted her legs and admired her pretty pink pussy.

He watched the petals of her wet opening flex and tremble as she waited for him to bring her pleasure. This heady sense of power was nothing like he was accustomed to. She was more. There was no demurring or pretending she did not want to be with him or lying to say that she did. She was bold and he liked it.

Ivan gripped his erection and moved in close to Kaylee. He spread the folds of her sex wide and dragged the head of his cock through her silky wetness. The exquisite sensation made him moan and pant. He had thought to make her come once before entering her. Now he wasn’t so sure. He wanted to savor every ounce of her enjoyment and soak up her climax while immersed in her body.

Kaylee arched her back and moaned. She gripped the edges of the table with her hands as though looking for an anchor in the storm. Ivan fit the head of his cock to her opening and began to penetrate her bit by bit. The friction was incredible. She was so tight and hot he began to be afraid he would lose his load as soon as he was fully sheathed.

Then she abruptly wrapped her legs around his waist and impaled herself on his cock. Ivan was almost frozen in surprise as she began rolling her hips against him, grinding her sex down onto his shaft and bringing him the most exquisite enjoyment he’d ever experienced with a woman.

“I told you I wanted fucking,” she said through gritted teeth. “Fuck me or move on. Got it?”

Ivan laughed, the sound rolling through the bar and dying out only when he began slamming his cock into Kaylee’s pussy. His flesh slapped against hers. He grabbed her legs and held on tight as he moved deeply within her body. Her breasts bounced enticingly with each thrust. He realized that her eyes were open and she was looking at him. The warm brown of her gaze crackled with sensual fire. Her lips parted on a gasp and he felt her inner muscles melt around his cock.

“Ivan! I’m coming, Ivan. Oh God!”

Kaylee screamed her release as her body convulsed around him. The sleek muscles of her pussy clamped down on his cock and Ivan lost the fight to hold back. He thrust hard, planting himself as deeply as he dared and spilling his seed in a hot rush. Ivan held Kaylee’s thighs and surged hard against her cleft as his body continued to convulse long after he had given her everything he had.

The release left him weak as a child. His knees trembled and he could hardly stay upright. His head was fuzzy, as though he were high on drink or something stronger. The sensation was almost euphoric in nature and stronger than anything he’d ever experienced with another woman.

“Holy shit,” she mumbled. “My mind is officially blown.”

Ivan chuckled, if only because the phrase was so incongruent with the poetic thoughts flitting through his mind.

“Wow. You’re laughing. That is so”—she lifted her torso and braced her weight on her elbows—“insulting, actually.”

Ivan considered this woman, wondering what made her tick. “And yet you’re not really insulted.”

“That is true,” she acknowledged. “Although it’s getting really late and I need to close up and go home. I have an early shift tomorrow and I need some sleep.”

Her statement threw him off balance somehow. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know they were going their separate directions. Still, he found he didn’t like it. “If I came in to get a drink tomorrow night, would I find you here?”

“No.”

“Just no. Nothing else?”

“You mean like my phone number or something?” She raised an eyebrow. “This was a one off, Mr. Russian Businessman. I believe it falls under the heading of we both needed to let off some steam.”

“You’re correct.” He stepped back and tucked his cock back into his pants. Searching for his shirt, he noticed that Kaylee was naked except for a pair of beat up tennis shoes. She was shockingly adorable like that.

“Admiring my outfit?” she teased. “I’m just waiting for you to excuse yourself like a gentleman before I go in search of my clothes.”

“I can recognize a dismissal when I hear one.” Ivan felt weirdly stiff and resentful. Why? He tried to shake off the malaise. “I have business in town for a few more days. Perhaps I’ll see you.”

“Or not,” she said flatly. “Don’t worry about locking up on your way out. I’ll take care of it.”

Ivan nodded, trying to affect the same disinterest Kaylee seemed to have no problem with. He buttoned his shirt and carefully tucked it into his slacks in order to give himself time to think. Then he turned and walked to the front door of the bar without a single glance over his shoulder.

“Goodbye, Kaylee,” he called out. “Best of luck to you.”

“And I hope you get your problems with those pesky government officials straightened out,” she returned. “Safe travels.”

Ivan exited the bar and closed the door behind him feeling as though he were leaving something significant behind.

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