Chapter 53

Hannah

Nikolai laughed again and rolled partially on top of me, his elbows on either side of my shoulders, while his hands pushed my hair out of my face. “You are the total opposite of a dead bore.” His hand then reached down between my legs where I could feel a lot of wetness. “I love that I’m the only one who has ever had you. Knowing my come is inside of you.” As he said this, he dipped his fingers in his own semen and used it to rub my clit gently. I felt myself spreading my legs in anticipation of the pleasure, then gasped in shock at my own behavior.
“Oh my god,” I said, grabbing his hand to pull it away. “What have you done to me?” I asked in a scandalized whisper.
Nikolai looked surprised, then chuckled softly. “I fucked you,” he responded bluntly.
I smacked his shoulder and he leaned in for another kiss. “Trust me, I could do it again right now,” he murmured hotly, pressing his hardening erection against my left hip.
I wanted to be shocked, but my own libido stirred at his words. Unfortunately, my practical side decided to rear its annoying head.
“We shouldn’t. We might get caught,” I said, shooting a meaningful look at the door to my room. “To be honest, I can’t believe no one heard us.”
“Well, if they didn’t, it was no thanks to you. I had to put my hand over your mouth the last time you came because you started screaming,” he chastised me, but there was a smug smile on his face.
“No, I didn’t,” I refuted, but I think he was right.
Nikolai let out a snort. “Yes, you did. And now that we’re on the topic, I think we need to do some more exploration around your response to being restrained.”
I squeaked in embarrassment, heat climbing all the way to my forehead. I ducked my face into his chest, unable to look at him as he discussed this previously unknown part of my personality.
“Hannah, it’s fine. I fucking love it,” he said reassuringly. “Do you know how wet you got when you realized you were pinned down? How wild you became?” he whispered in my ear, his hand creeping down between my legs again, rubbing my clit again slowly. “I loved doing that to you. I want to tie you up and make you come over and over again.” He kissed me deeply, moving his fingers down to thrust two, then three into my slippery entrance. “And I will.” I couldn’t believe how turned on I was considering we just finished having sex.
“God, feeling how wet your pussy is from me is making me crazy. I want to fuck you again.” Nikolai was biting my neck as his thumb manipulated my clit and three of his fingers thrust more and more quickly in and out of my pussy. “Are you okay to fuck again? Be honest, I won’t be upset,” he asked, stopping his thrusting fingers in case he was hurting me. I was sore, but so turned on I didn’t really care.
I moved my hips against his stilled hand. “Yes, yes, please,” I whispered back.
“Thank fuck,” Nikolai responded. “Turn over, Hannah.”
I looked at him, puzzled.
“Turn over,” Nikolai repeated and reached down and gently rolled me over on my stomach. He positioned himself between my legs again and lifted my hips until I was on my knees. When there was no other movement, I looked back at him and found him staring avidly between my legs. 

“Nikolai,” I whispered, my prompt filled with both embarrassment and need.
He jerked his gaze back to me and gave me a wicked grin. “I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands off of you after this, Hannah. I’ve never fucked a girl without a condom, so this is turning me on to a whole new level.” I felt his fingers once again enter my body, his eyes tracking the movement of his hand.
“Fuck, I’m going to come just watching myself finger you.” As much as his words made me blush, they were also making me crazy, and my hips responded. “Yes, fuck yes, move that pussy against my fingers.” I was beginning to feel desperate for an orgasm, so I started to ride his fingers, searching for relief.
Suddenly, he removed his fingers and replaced them with his extremely hard cock. One of his hands fisted the hair at the nape of neck and the other clutched my hip as he moved my body in tandem with his thrusting hips. I gasped as I felt his cock much deeper in this position.
Nikolai stilled. “Hannah, are you okay?” I was touched he still had the presence of mind to be concerned about me given how turned on he seemed.
I nodded my head. “Y-y-yes,” I stuttered out.
He responded by pulling out and thrusting just as hard back into me, his fingers tightening in my hair. I loved the feel of him using my hair to control my movements.
“Fuck, Hannah, watching you take my dick like this….” Nikolai grunted and started a steady movement back and forth. His free hand grabbed my hip tightly, further regulating my movements against him and skyrocketing my arousal. I moaned low in my throat, jutting my hips up in response. I heard him growl and tighten his hand on my hip, then he slid it between my legs to rub my overstimulated clit.
I was so close to coming, but just couldn’t get there. Suddenly, Nikolai moved his hand to slap my flank, then the side of my ass, and my pussy responded by clamping down on his thrusting dick. He grabbed my breast and pinched my nipple and I gasped again, slamming my hip back against him
I knew Nikolai was about to come, his hips were pounding into me with such force I had to brace my hands against the wall, so I wouldn’t crash through it. Nikolai’s fingers tightened in my hair as his other hand reached down and pinched my clit hard as he slammed as deeply as possible into my pussy. I started to let out a screech, so the hand that was in my hair quickly moved over my mouth as he continued thrusting, finishing his own orgasm. My pussy felt positively drenched.
He pulled out of me and I could feel his ejaculate dripping down my thighs. “Fuck, that is so fucking hot.” Again, he murmured this as if he was talking to himself.
“I need to clean up, Nikolai. *Seriously* clean up,” I whispered as I slowly rolled over, feeling my over-saturated state. What had seemed so hot five minutes ago felt kind of gross now. I was eager to wash away everything that was going on down there.
I slowly rose, trying to stand on wobbly legs. Nikolai held my hand as I slowly stood to my full height, feeling the effects of our sexual antics in every muscle of my body. Especially in muscles I didn’t know I had. I realized I now had to creep quietly to the bathroom with all this stuff leaking out of me. Ugh, so gross.
I was looking around my room for a stray towel, something, when I felt Nikolai press his t-shirt between my legs. “Here, use this,” he said generously. I would have jumped in surprise if my muscles had it in themselves to do so, but they didn’t.
I had to say, in a night where my shyness has been tested to the limit, this has got to take the cake. Nikolai, the hottest guy in school, sitting on my bed holding his t-shirt against my newly deflowered vagina.
Jesus.
“What are you going to wear out of here?” I asked, realizing I had nothing in my house that would fit him.
Nikolai smiled indulgently. “I can just go without a shirt. It’s not that cold out.”
It was cold—probably in the forties tonight. I was touched at his sacrifice, so I leaned down and kissed him. He kissed me back, but then stood, pulled back and turned me to the door. “Go clean up and stop starting shit you are in no condition to finish.”
I shot him an outraged look because I definitely hadn’t been starting anything, but his teasing grin told he had been joking with me. He gave me light slap on the ass as I headed to the bathroom.
I crept silently across the hallway to the bathroom and quickly closed the door. I really wanted to take a shower, but that might wake my mom up and she would definitely be curious about what could have prompted such a decision. I had to make do with towels and the sink. When I finished doing the best I could, I grabbed a clean towel and wet part of it for Nikolai to clean himself off.
I ran back into my room and found Nikolai in the same spot looking at his phone and frowning. “Everything okay?” I asked curiously.
He looked at me absently then back to his phone and started texting someone. “Yeah, just some stuff going on.”
“Um, I brought you a towel,” I blurted and thrust it in his direction.
Nikolai looked up again, this time he was clearly focused on me. He smiled, reached for the towel and thoroughly, unselfconsciously, cleaned himself off. He handed me back the towel and started reaching for his clothes.
“Are you leaving?” I asked, even though it was obvious he was. I knew it was the most practical decision, but it didn’t stop the disappointment lancing through my chest.
Nikolai seemed to understand how I was feeling because he walked over to me after he put his pants on, his only piece of clothing besides underwear, and pulled me in his arms, hugging me tightly.
“Hannah, I hate leaving you. I don’t want you to think I came here to get laid. Do you think that?” Nikolai looked at me worriedly, holding my face in his hands.
I smiled at him reassuringly, rubbing his arms. “No, I don’t think you came over here for sex. I just feel…. I don’t know.” I looked at him in bewilderment because I didn’t know what was going on with me. I felt insecure and clingy, and I hated it.
“Hannah, you were a virgin. It makes sense that you feel a little fucked up,” he responded matter-of-factly, but compassionately. “I didn’t exactly go easy on you either,” he added, pinching my bottom.
“You didn’t hear me complaining, did you?” I said cheekily.
“I don’t know, you were screaming an awful lot…” he said, a fake look of thoughtfulness on his face.
I swatted him on the arm. “Shut up, God.”
Nikolai laughed and hugged me to him. “You know I loved it.” He continued hugging me for a moment, rubbing his hand soothingly up and down my back and I began to relax. Nikolai moved his hand down to my waist and pulled back to look at me intently. He frowned. “Are you sure you’re okay, Hannah? With everything?”
I nodded my head, feeling emotional, but happy. “Yes, I’m okay.” He stared at me a moment longer, as if ascertaining the truth of my words.
Nikolai kissed my forehead. “Okay, I’ve got to get out of here, but I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He gave me another quick kiss on the mouth and headed for the window. After climbing through he looked up at me. I have to admit, he looked really hot; shirtless, his hair messy, his mouth swollen from kisses, his cheeks flushed from his previous exertions. Even the bruises looked hot for some reason.
He gave me a severe look. “Stop looking at me like that, Hannah, or I’m going to jump back in that window and fuck you again, and you aren’t in any condition for that.”
I gasped at his frankness. “Oh my god, I can’t believe the shit you say.”
Nikolai smirked again. He obviously enjoyed provoking me. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Hannah.”
With that he turned and walked off into the night.