Chapter 51

Nikolai

Hannah gave a surprised laugh and hugged me, the tension from our earlier conversation dispelled. “God, the rest of my visit with Katya feels so trivial now.”
I sat down on her bed and pulled her to stand between my spread thighs. “Sometimes it’s nice to talk about trivial things. What did you and Kayta talk about?” I asked, rubbing my hands up and down the soft skin on the back of her thighs. Hannah had thoughtfully put on the bare minimum of clothing after her shower, wearing sleep shorts and a tank top that was doing incredible things to her tits. Her nipples hardened as I stroked my hands further and further up the back of her thighs.
Hannah cleared her throat. “Uh, yeah, we talked about what happened at the party last Friday.” Her eyes started to lose focus and her body started to sway toward mine as I slid my hands up over her hips, under her tank top to grip her waist, rubbing my thumb against her hip bones. Fuck, she was so sexy. It was making me crazy.
Hannah’s eyes regained their focus slightly, as she remembered a detail of her day. “Oh, I also talked to Katya after I got home tonight to make sure she was okay. I wasn’t sure if she was alone or not. I hope not,” Hannah said as she frowned and bit her lower lip, looking concerned that Katya was spending the night alone after her near abduction. I’d bet all the money in my dad’s offshore accounts Katya had at least one visitor tonight. “Anyway, I talked to her about my sister. Did you know they go to the same school?” Hannah shot me an adorably disbelieving look, as if I would be as pleasantly surprised by this incredible coincidence as she clearly was. It made me bite back a smile. I didn’t want her to think I was laughing at her, but she was so fucking cute.
“No, I didn’t,” I murmured, still running my hands around the smooth skin of Hannah’s waist, lower back and hips. She was less aware of my touch now that she had launched into her story.
Hannah put her hands on my shoulders, her voice rising slightly as she relayed her conversation with Katya. “Me either! My sister told me that Katya went to her school and was kind of intimidated by Katya because she’s considered sort of popular, and she’s older than Emmy, so Emmy would never walk up to a senior, and definitely not Katya, and just start talking to her, even if I told her I know Katya, so I talked to Katya about Emmy, and now maybe they can both have a friend at school.” Hannah’s hands were gesturing all over the place in this hilariously animated way, and even though I didn’t really give a shit about her story, it was enjoyable watching her tell it. “That was one of the things Katya and I talked about—her lack of friendships. It seems as though ties to a murderous mob family negatively impacts social success. Who knew?” Hannah ended with fake ignorance that made me chuckle.
Hannah frowned. “However, I noticed it hasn’t seemed to impact your friendships. Your popularity was never affected by rumors about your family. Why do you think that is?” Hannah wore a cute, perplexed look on her face as she pondered this seeming inconsistency.
“Well, I don’t really have friends. Not really, except Jack, and he’s got his own shit going on. It’s not like people walk up and confide all their shit to me. Do I appear friendly?” Hannah laughed at that and I reached up and put my finger over her mouth to quiet her. She kissed my finger in a way that had my dick hammering against my jeans.
“Well, you are acting pretty friendly right now...” Hannah flirted, watching her hand as it traced along my shoulder instead of looking into my eyes, a flush creeping up her cheeks. I couldn’t believe how much I found her shyness a turn on. I gripped my hands around her waist and pulled her, so she was straddling me, her soft tits pressed against my chest. I could feel the heat of her pussy through her pajama shorts, so I clenched her hips in my fists and pulled her against my straining erection with more force.
Hannah gasped and squeaked at the feel of my hard dick rubbing her where I knew she was starting to ache. I reached my hand into the black silk of her hair pulled her mouth to mine, my tongue dominating her mouth the way my body wanted to dominate hers. Hannah started making these moaning sounds and grinding her hot little pussy against my denim-covered dick.
I put my arm around Hannah’s waist and twisted her beneath me, putting myself between her spread legs. I pushed her shirt up to reveal her full breasts and hardened nipples. Her hands reflexively went to pull her shirt back down.
“Don’t,” I rasped.
Hannah stopped immediately. I softened my voice. “I could look at you for hours, Hannah, kiss and lick this hot body for days.” I leaned in, still keeping eye contact with her, and ran the tip of my tongue against her hardened nipple, careful not to touch the crest of it, then blew on the area gently. I saw goose bumps rise on the skin of chest as her nipple stiffened further, seeking contact with my hot mouth. I repeated myself with her other nipple, and by the time I put my mouth over her straining nipples, Hannah’s head was moving back and forth on her pillow and her hips were grinding against mine, seeking relief.
While pulling and pinching her nipples, I moved my mouth by her ear. “I want you to keep pulling these nipples while I eat your pussy. If you stop, I’ll stop. Understand?” Hannah didn’t respond, so I stopped touching her, which quickly got her attention.

“Yes, yes,” she gasped in frustration. I smiled against her cheek, pausing to bite and suck her neck, unable to resist marking her again. My hand slowly eased into her pajama bottoms, and I felt a surge of power move through me as she quickly spread her legs and thrust her hips up to meet my questing fingers. I slid my first two fingers to either side of clit, pinching slightly as I continued to bite and suck her neck. Hannah cried out and clutched my shoulders, moving her hips in a rhythm with my hand. If I wasn’t careful, she’d come before I even put my mouth on her. I pulled my hand away, and she moaned with aggravation and frustrated passion.
I pulled her shorts down, parted her thighs, and spread the lips of her pussy, unable to resist staring at territory that only I had ever touched, seen, or tasted. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to come in my pants like a fucking fifteen-year-old.
I reached down and ran the flat of my tongue over her clit in a way that had a gasp bursting out of her mouth. I reached up and put my hand over her mouth. “You better start playing with those tits, Hannah, or you won’t get any more,” I said sternly because I knew it turned her on. For a couple of seconds, I watched her as she pulled and twisted her nipples and felt like my plan had completely backfired. Now I was the one getting desperate to fuck. “So sexy, Hannah. You have no fucking idea.”
Hannah’s breathing increased as she squeezed the hard tips of her breasts. I rewarded her by using the tip of my tongue to flick her clit lightly, then using my lips to suck hard. As I felt the vibrations of her stifled screams against my palm, I was thankful that I’d kept my hand over her mouth. I slid two fingers into her wet opening, continuing to alternate pressure on her clit with my mouth, from gentle flicks to intense suction. By the time I took my mouth off of her, she was nearly crying.
“Hannah, what did you have in mind for tonight? Do you want me to get you off with my mouth and hand?” I asked as I removed my palm from her lips. I asked very specifically because I wanted her to know it was okay if that’s all she wanted. We didn’t have to have sex, although, with every fiber of my being, I wanted nothing more than to hold her down and fuck her hard.
Hannah panted as she thought. She licked lips that were most likely dry from the pressure of my palm over her mouth. She reached her hand up to my cheek and met my eyes with a steady gaze. “I want to have sex.”
My head jerked back slightly in shock. My dick jumped in my pants, but I needed to make sure this is what she really wanted. I frowned. “Are you sure, Hannah?” I rubbed her upper thighs reassuringly.
Hannah nodded. “Yes.” She leaned up and took my face in her hands, careful to avoid the bruises from my fight, and kissed me deeply, as if to reassure me that she was certain of her choice.
Thank fuck.
“Okay,” I responded, kissing her back, then stood to remove my pants. I reached in the pocket of my jeans for my wallet and grabbed a condom.
Hannah was watching me. “You don’t need that, if you don’t want.” Was she fucking serious? Did I want to fuck her bare and come inside her? Fuck yes.
I frowned. “Are you on the pill?”
She nodded. “Yes. Are you…clean?” I was relieved to be able to answer yes to that. I had had a physical at the beginning of the school year and hadn’t fucked anyone since then. I wasn’t quite as indiscriminate at Jack.
“Yeah,” I finally responded when my vocal cords started to function again.
Hannah smiled in relief and reached her arms out to me. I threw my jeans to the floor and climbed in bed with her.