SWNOVELS Chapter 26
The sensation of Maxim’s tongue exploring my mouth and his hand grazing the naked skin of my stomach feels like bliss. My eyelids flutter closed, a whimper slipping out as I’m lost in the overwhelming taste and touch of him.
Fuck this man, and fuck what he does to me. How he makes me feel. How he destroyed my world only to build it back up. He let me cry and rage, and accuse him of murder, my body collapsing into his as years of grief poured out of me. And he didn’t flinch, not once.
Maxim is many things, but he’s not a liar nor a coward. Even through my haze of grief, I saw the truth shining in his eyes. He even offered up the proof, but somewhere deep inside, I know I don’t need it.
I believe him.
Drained of emotion, the only thing I’m capable of right now is feeling. Feeling the hot slide of his tongue against mine, feeling his hand under my shirt and in my bra, pulling at my nipples. The way his cock pulsates against me. All I know for sure is I want more of this.
I pull back for a breath, trailing my hand down his hot bare chest. This chest. Despite the fall chill, it glistens with sweat. I was mesmerized by the sight of his physique during the fight. The body that this man hides underneath his tailored suits is fiiiine. He has the form of a fighter, lean and ripped. He rests his forehead against mine, our lips hovering inches apart as we pant against each other’s mouth.
Is he going to push me away? Tell me this is a mistake? A physical relationship would complicate everything, except right now, I can’t find it in me to care.
Something snaps inside of me, releasing a tidal wave of emotion. Instead of barricading it back, I crave to feel every bit of it, especially through his touch.
His fist tightens around my hair. “Fuck.” His one word says it all. If only a kiss can feel this good, we’re screwed. His eyes flutter closed for one long second, and I think he might end this. Instead, he says, “Turn around, baby. I’m going to show you how much I need you.”
I can’t turn around fast enough. My back is now to his front, facing the graffiti-covered brick wall of the building.
“Hands up,” he demands.
My skin comes alive, and goosebumps break out at the feel of his hands pulling my hoodie off. I still have my T-shirt and bra on, but he doesn’t take those off. Instead, he pulls both up so they’re shoved above my breasts, giving him full access. He circles them with his hands, pinching and flicking a thumb over my nipples until my every nerve ending is singing with his touch.
I moan out, and he releases a satisfied chuckle. One of his large hands lands between my shoulder blades, pushing my front against the dingy brick. My puckered nipples brush against the cool, rough stone, and it feels … so good.
“Stay like that,” he bites out. “Now your going to let your husband fuck you with his tongue until you come all over his face.”
His thumbs hook into the waistband of my leggings and thong, and he sinks down. In one pull, he has them down around my ankles like a shackle.
I’m vulnerable and exposed to him—and anyone who dares wander into the alley for a breath of fresh air or a smoke. Fuck me, that only makes this hotter.
One of his calloused palms lands on my ass, a light caress over my heated skin. “Spread your legs as wide as you can,” he commands.
I do my best, my leggings stretched to the max restricting my movement.
“So perfect, lastochka.” One of his thick fingers slips inside of me.
I can’t help but bite out a curse because, Lord help me, it fills me to perfection. But as quickly as it entered me, he pulls his finger out, leaving me wet and restless, and desperate for more of his touch.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” His voice is a husky growl.
I huff out a laugh, my cheeks on fire. “I have an idea,” I say, trying not to sound too hopeful. I arch my ass back flush with his hard cock.
He pulls back with a grunt. An unexpected, harsh slap to my pussy jolts my thoughts apart. The sensation sizzles in my bloodstream like a shot of adrenaline.
“What was that for?” I cry out.
“That was for disobeying me. Tricking my men, sneaking out, putting yourself in danger.” He sucks my earlobe into his mouth and gives it a tug with his teeth. “Now, I’m going to give you pleasure. Be a good girl. Keep your hands glued to the wall” — he presses down again between my shoulder blades — “and your tits pressed against the rough brick. Keep your ass out, presented to me like this.”
A low, needy groan slips between my lips in anticipation of his touch. I’m probably working through some messed-up trauma right now, with the man I thought was my aunt’s killer. But messed up or not, it feels good. It feels cathartic.
Without hesitation, his powerful hand lands on my backside again, and this time I jerk forward, finding pleasure in my breasts grating against the brick. I’m desperate to feel the same type of friction between my legs.
“You’re so much fucking trouble, and have been from the moment you stepped foot in my home,” he hisses in my ear.
“You mean, from the moment you abducted me and held me prisoner?” I sass back.
It earns me another slap on my clit, and a sharp tug on one of my braids before he uses it to guide my head back and to the side, taking a deep inhale of my scent as he trails his nose down my neck.
“I need to taste you so fucking bad. I’ve wanted to suck your clit into my mouth for so long.” He almost sounds pained, like I’ve hurt him in some way.
But I’m hurting too. My clit is hard and tense, desperate for release only he can provide. His mouth trails from my neck, down my back, and then… Whoa, I wasn’t expecting him there, coasting over my most private hole. I clench on instinct, and he chuckles.
“It’s okay, lastochka. Only a taste. I won’t lick your ass properly until you’re ready to take my cock here.” A finger trails up and circles my puckered hole.
I stop him with a strangled sob. “Maxim,” I plead, “I can’t.”
“You can, baby, when the time is right.”
He doesn’t give me any room to question what’s coming next. Two hands grip both sides of my hips and I’m bent over further, my cheek against the wall while Maxim kneels behind me.
Holy shit, I’m spread as wide as I can go, so vulnerable right now. My feet are shackled by my leggings, my shirt and bra above my tits. If someone found us right now, we’d certainly make a lewd tableau—me bent over and exposed to him. Maxim looking like a Roman gladiator, half-dressed and glistening with a light sheen of sweat, his mouth inches from the apex of my thighs. So close, I can feel his hot breath coast over my delicate flesh.
Grabbing hold of each of my ass cheeks, he spreads me wide and swirls his tongue over my opening. I gasp at the foreign sensation. I’m no virgin—I’ve had plenty of one-night stands and hook-ups—but no one has gone down on me properly. There were some feeble drunken attempts that ended up feeling more awkward than satisfying, and I quickly put a stop to it, preferring penetration than having my labia licked because all of the men I’ve been with seemed confused as to the location of my clit.
Not Maxim. Shit, not Maxim.
He knows exactly what he’s doing.
I bite down on my bottom lip as lust pumps through me. He dips his head and runs a gentle tongue over my clit, swirling over the bud and making me cry out, my fingers clawing at the brick wall in front of me.
“You taste perfect. Exactly like I imagined you would.”
I’m too worked up to respond. Each pass of his tongue over my tight bundle of nerves is pure bliss. I close my eyes and tilt my head back in ecstasy. Shivers race through my body, and all I can do is surrender to the moment as he continues, his tongue expertly flicking and circling my clit, my dopamine levels off the charts.
Two of his thick fingers make their way inside of me. He scissors them, the feeling intense, like being stretched in the most delicious way. A low moan escapes me, and he chuckles.
“Mmm, I’m glad to discover what you like.”
“Yesssss,” I gasp. “More.”
He gives me a third finger and captures my clit between his lips, deeply sucking the little bud. My nails scrape against the wall as I’m dragged close to the edge. One more hard suck, and I’ll be crying out my release.
As if he knows exactly what I need, Maxim uses his two hands on either side of my hips to pull my pussy back against his face, suckling my clit, savoring my pleasure while plunging three of his fingers into my channel.
If his tongue can make me feel this unhinged, I can’t wait to find out what his cock can do. Picturing him rising from his position, notching the head of his hard length against me and surging forward, is all I need to unravel.
My pussy walls contract, and I clench down hard on his fingers, my legs shaky as I cry out. Intense pleasure blankets me, different from anything I’ve felt before. All the tension of the day, weeks, even months before this mounts and releases in one intense, limb-shaking, mind-numbing orgasm. I’m not even sure how I’m going to walk out of here on my own.
Behind me, he presses closer and gives my entrance a final lick. “Fuck, you did so good for me.”
I can’t move, my muscles lax, as he plants a kiss at my entrance and then rises, lifting up my pants and underwear.
Huh? Aren’t we going to have sex? Because I’m only getting started.
With his chest pressed firmly against my back, his hands find their way to my breasts, cupping and gently weighing them. He finishes with a simultaneous pinch of both nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
“Such pretty tits,” he whispers in my ear. “I can’t wait to suck on them. I can’t wait to rub my cum into your beautiful pale skin.”
“You can,” I offer, “right now.”
Every feeling is intensified, my body humming now that I came. I want him to fuck me right here, against this wall. But as he settles my shirt and bra back in place, it’s clear nothing else will be happening.
“I’m going to, lastochka. Very soon, I’m going to slide my dick inside that tight little pussy of yours and savor how you feel from within. But not tonight.”
I wheel around to find his commanding gaze fixated on me.
He’s not acting on impulse. He’s acting in my best interests right now, and that thought warms a previously untouched corner of my heart.