Chapter 70

Nikolai

Nikolai moved us toward the bed and set me on the edge. Instead of climbing in with me, he started tugging at clothes, quickly removing my shirt and bra.
I knew we hadn’t fooled around that many times, but I’d never seen him look so intent and focused. “Are you okay, Nikolai?” I asked in concern.
He paused, his hands gripping the waistband of my already unzipped jeans and jerked his eyes up to mine. He reached his hand up to cradle my face, his thumb rubbing across my bottom lip. “I just need you right now, Hannah. I need this.”
I understood what he was saying. This was part of how he wanted to deal with his dad, the kidnapping, the whole situation. He needed to be comforted and nurtured; given pleasure and catharsis.
I nodded my head and wrapped my lips around his thumb, lightly brushing it with my tongue. Fire burned in his eyes as he reached down with both hands and nearly ripped my jeans and panties off my body.
“I apologize in advance, but this is going to be a little rough,” he informed me as he lowered my shoulders onto the bed and spread my legs, his gaze zeroing in between my legs. “Christ, you’re sexy.”
I jolted with the embarrassed pride as he stared at me. I felt the urge to close my legs, but as if he was reading my mind. “Don’t,” he barked, his voice rough with passion.
I obeyed, my arousal spiking as I waited for him to touch me.
He removed his jeans and threw them carelessly aside.
“Spread your legs wider, Hannah.”
There was something about the commanding way he said my name that had goosebumps popping up on my skin and my legs opening immediately.
He grabbed me around the thighs and pulled me until my hips were at the edge of the bed. “Grab your thighs and hold them open for me,” he demanded.
I complied, eager to move things forward as fast as possible.
“Good girl,” he murmured against the skin of my inner thigh, his tongue blazing a trail up to my throbbing core. I wanted to grab his head and pull him where I needed him, but I knew he would torment me further if I tried.
“I am addicted to this pussy, Hannah, you know that?” he asked conversationally. His tongue swiped from the bottom of my slit to the top of my pussy and I nearly leapt off the bed in pleasure. He quickly focused his attention on my clit, lightly licking, then sucking deeply as two of his fingers moved in and out of my spasming sheath.
“Oh, my god...please…” I pleaded mindlessly, my hips grinding against him, seeking relief.
Nikolai pulled his mouth away and frowned. “Jesus, I’m trying to calm down, but everything you do is such a fucking turn on.”
His fingers continued to work between my thighs as he raised himself to stand between my spread legs. He moved one hand up to cup my breast, rubbing his thumb against my hardened nipple, then pinching and pulling it with increasing pressure.
“I need to fuck you hard, Hannah. Can you handle that?”
I think he was asking to be thoughtful, but it sounded like more dirty talk which just stoked my arousal higher. “Yes, yes, please,” I begged.
He reached down and positioned his cock at the soaked entrance to my pussy and jerked his hips forward, his first thrust seating him completely inside me. I gasped at the sensation of stretching fullness as he groaned in ecstasy.
His hands clenched hard on my hips as he paused, sweat beading on his brow with the strain of holding himself still. “You okay?” he gritted out.
I nodded my head, but still felt a bit of discomfort. He frowned down at me, as if evaluating the veracity of my response, then reached down with his thumb and started to rub around my clit in a circular motion, still deep inside me.
I knew he was desperate to move, so I felt tears rising to my eyes at how considerate he was trying to be, at how important it was to him that I enjoy this. He leaned forward and bit at my lower lip, then kissed me deeply. He kissed a trail down to my neck beneath my ear and sucked my neck in a way that started my hips rocking insistently against his. His free hand knotted in my hair, pulling in a way that sent my arousal skyrocketing.
The fingers between my legs stopped rubbing my clit and started pinching lightly. “Nikolai, oh, my god, please move, ple—”
Nikolai didn’t need to hear any more. He reached down, grabbed my hips and started hammering his cock into me. The pounding rhythm was brutally intense, and it probably would have hurt had I not been so turned on.
Nikolai’s gaze was fixed on where we were joined, his breathing becoming more out of control with each heavy thrust. “Fuck, Hannah, I can’t get enough of you.”
I was so close, but Nikolai looked closer.
Again, as if aware of my thoughts, Nikolai shot me a quick look. Even on the brink of losing control, he was aware of my needs.
He leaned over me, which put his pubic bone in direct contact with my clit and reached one hand under me to grip my ass tightly. His other hand went back into my hair, immobilizing my movements. This is what I had needed.
Nikolai resumed his intense cadence, and I could feel his panting breaths against my neck. As Nikolai gave three final, pounding thrusts, he bit the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. I started screaming, and Nikolai once again moved his hand to cover my mouth as his body spasmed over mine, his hips grinding his dick deeper into my pussy.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he panted into the skin of my shoulder, then kissed it before pulling out of me and rolling over.
We both just laid there like fallen soldiers, trying to reorient ourselves after our manic coupling. He reached over and pulled me into his side, not able to do anything more than kiss the top of my head as I leaned against his heaving chest. I looked up at him and he brushed my hair back off of my face and kissed my forehead.
I smirked. “You have to admit, this is better than getting into a fight, right?”
Nikolai’s eyebrows jumped, and he gave a surprised chuckle. He leaned his head back as though giving my statement serious consideration.
He moved to his side, his head propped up on his hand and rubbed my cheek with his thumb. “I don’t know if I’ll ever completely stop fighting, Hannah. I have a lot of enemies. But, generally speaking, I would say we’ve stumbled on a pretty good replacement. Are you prepared to become my substitute? As you can see, it can be a pretty demanding position,” he teased.
I put my hand up to my chin again, in fake consideration. “Hmm…”
Nikolai stared down at me. “Christ, you’re a handful already,” he muttered.
“Now do you regret making our fake relationship real?” I asked, only half kidding.
He rolled back to my side and cocked his head as though giving my question serious consideration. I smacked him on the arm. “Nikolai!” I screeched.
He let out a huge laugh and rolled me on top of him. “No, I don’t regret it, but I didn’t plan it, that’s for fucking sure.” Nikolai shook his head and grinned, his thumb rubbing against a sensitive spot on my neck, no doubt another hickey.
“Based on what you thought of me when me met, I’m absolutely certain you didn’t plan it,” I teased.
His expression grew serious. “I know you’re joking, Hannah, but even then, even on that first day, there was something about you. Even when I was resisting it, I knew,” he murmured.
“Knew what?” I whispered.
“That you were mine.”