Dimitri (12 page)

"Dimitri?"

"Yes?"

"What…what are we doing?"

His lips twitched with amusement. "I was
planning to strip you naked and fuck you right here on this couch
until you begged me to stop but I suppose we could watch a movie
instead."

I gulped as he described the night he had
planned for me before I'd given him the "let's go slow" speech.
"Oh. Um—let's table that and come back to it, okay? But, really, I
meant us. What are we doing? Are we a couple? Are we just screwing
around?"

His long fingers threaded through my hair.
"Last night was our first date so I think that means we're dating."
His eyebrows rose questioningly. "Unless you only want a sexual
arrangement? Friends with benefits or whatever they call
it."

"No!" I answered too quickly and he smiled. "I
mean, no. I don't want that kind of arrangement. Dating sounds
good."

"Then we're dating."

"Okay."

"Benny?"

"Yes?"

"Let's go back to the topic you
tabled."

My cheeks grew hot. "What about it?"

His hand slid under my skirt and moved toward
my panties. "You said you wanted to go slowly." His fingers inched
along my inner thigh. "I can go very, very slowly, if you'd
like."

Suddenly, my clit throbbed and my pussy ached
for him. Trembling with excitement, I whispered, "Maybe fast is
okay tonight."

He laughed and captured my mouth. Whimpering, I
clutched his shoulders and prepared to be ravished by him. If my
one night with Dimitri had taught me anything, it was that my big,
sexy Russian was a master when it came to this kind of thing. I
practically vibrated with lust and need.

He wasted no time pulling off my top and
tossing aside my bra. My skirt and panties quickly followed. He
dragged a soft throw down from the back of the couch and placed it
under me, sparing my hot skin the cold shock of the cool
leather.

Cradled in the plush couch, I watched him peel
out of his shirt and jeans. All that deliciously tanned skin
beckoned. I ran my greedy hands all over his body. Giving the
waistband of his boxers a little tug, I snapped them back against
him. He chuckled as I pushed them down his hips.

That fat, thick cock sprang free. I clasped the
steely length of him, stroking from the wide base to the blunt,
ruddy tip. Dimitri sucked in a shuddery breath as my fingers moved
over him. Even though I was sure I would disappoint him with my
less than stellar blow job skills, I had to taste him. I started to
move toward him but he stopped me. Confused, I glanced up at him.
"Don't you want me to…you know?"

He pushed loose strands of hair behind my ear.
"Yes, but only if you want to, not because you feel like you have
to do it."

I rolled my eyes. "Of course I want to do
it!"

He laughed and grasped his erection. "Then open
that pretty little mouth and suck my cock."

I pushed up on my knees and put my hands on his
hips. Wetting my lips, I let saliva pool on the tip of my tongue
before swiping the full length of him. I dragged my tongue along
the underside of his big shaft before sucking him into my mouth.
His pained groan sent electric zings of excitement arcing through
me. I wanted to make him feel just as good as he'd made me feel
last night.

There was no way I could take all of him into
my mouth. He was too damned long for that. With my lips stretched
wide, I bobbed up and down on his cock. My hand picked up the
slack, gliding up and down his erection. I could taste the slight
tang of pre-cum as he grew more and more aroused.

When Dimitri's fingers tangled in my hair, I
glanced up at him. Our gazes met, his eyes questioning and seeking
permission. I understood what he wanted and trusted him not to take
it too far. Relaxing my jaw, I happily waited for him to pump his
cock into my willing mouth.

Gently at first, he thrust his cock against my
tongue. His nostrils flared as he slid in a few inches and then
retreated. The tight tendons in his neck and his shallow breaths
showed how much he was fighting the primal urge to bury his cock
deep in my throat. He kept his baser needs in check and showed me
just how much he appreciated my trust in him by taking my mouth
with cautious strokes. I hummed around his pumping cock and made
sure to flutter my tongue over the weeping crown, sucking the
droplets of pre-cum glistening from the tip.

"Enough," he said with a groan and pulled free.
His cock visibly throbbed as he denied himself the orgasm he
clearly wanted.

A moment later, he was on his knees and shoving
me onto my back. He grasped my knees and opened my legs wide. He
dragged a finger through my tender folds, swirling it around my
clit and then letting it slide lower to push inside my slick
channel. Hearing his soft groans while I had my mouth on him had
gotten me so excited.

"You're so fucking wet." He lowered his face
and placed a kiss right on top of my clit. "Does sucking my cock
make you hot, Benny?"

Breathless, I confessed, "Yes."

He added a second finger in my soaking channel.
"Do you want me to lick you? Do you want to come with my tongue on
your cunt?"

I gasped at his rough language but answered
honestly. "Yes. Please, Dimitri!"

With a hungry groan, he dropped his mouth to my
pussy. As if ravenous, he attacked my clit. His tongue circled the
swollen nub and flicked around it. I lifted my hips and clawed at
his shoulders as he drove me crazy with that wicked, wicked mouth.
The fingers buried in my wet depths moved in and out at a steady
pace. He curved them up just enough—and I saw stars.
"Oooh!"

He suckled my clit, pulling the pink pearl
between his lips and rolling his tongue over it. The fingers
pressing against my G-spot sent me over the edge. Howling with
pleasure, I cried out again and again as he pushed me higher and
higher into the realm of ecstasy.

His mouth crashed to mine. We kissed
frantically and groped one another. I whined like a sad little
puppy when he pulled away from me to grab a condom from the pocket
of his jeans. In an instant, he was back and petting my lower
belly. Our mouths touched again. Lip locked, we exchanged
passionate kisses while he ripped the condom wrapper.

I was panting and gripping his forearm as he
sheathed himself. He grabbed my hips and dragged my bottom right to
the very edge of the couch cushions. With one powerful thrust, he
impaled me. "Dimitri!"

"You can take me," he said, his voice gruff and
filled with intense need. His fingers bit into the soft flesh of my
thighs as he pushed my knees toward my chest and started to fuck
me. There was nothing gentle or tender about our coupling now. He
took me hard and fast—and just the way I wanted it.

"Oh! Oh!
Ahhh
!" I cried out in sheer pleasure.
Every deep stroke of his cock set my body on fire. He pinched my
nipples, tugging lightly on the dusky peaks until they buzzed. The
delicious ache amplified the throbbing pulse between my
thighs.

Dimitri brought my fingers to his lips. He
sucked on my fingertips and got them nice and slick. He pushed my
hand down to the spot where we were joined. "Rub your clit for me.
Make yourself come."

My belly flip-flopped at his command. Shyness
overwhelmed me, but one look into his smoky, lust-filled eyes and I
couldn't find the strength to say no. Wanting to come while he
pounded me with that big, fat cock, I swirled my fingertips over
the bundle of nerves that clamored for attention. It didn't take
much stimulation to put me on edge.

Lower belly trembling and toes curling, I found
it hard to breathe. My gaze locked with his as he slammed into me
again and again, his cock bottoming out before it retreated to just
the head buried inside me.

Over and over, he took me, faster and harder
until I screamed his name and descended into the blissful grip of
orgasm. A split-second later, he followed me. A string of Russian
words left his lips and he collapsed against me, shuddering and
jerking as the waves of his climax ripped through him.

When we finally calmed, he left me just long
enough to discard of the condom. Back in the living room, he
dragged me down onto the floor with him. Our limbs were tangled in
the blanket. The hardwood wasn't the most comfortable place to rest
but we didn’t mind.

I simply wanted to feel his hot body pressed to
mine. He caressed my naked skin and peppered my face with loving
kisses. Every now and then he whispered sweetly against my ear,
telling me I was beautiful and amazing and so damn sexy.

In short, it was perfect.

*

Dimitri hated to ruin a perfect moment but it
had to be done. Of all the times to bring it up, he figured now was
as good as any. Benny rested in his arms, completely satisfied and
relaxed. Surely she'd be more amenable to what he was about to
say.

"Sweetheart, I've been thinking about UpStreet
Properties."

"Oh?" She sounded a bit sleepy.

"I think you should raise the price on the
building and sell."

She went rigid in his arms. A moment later, she
pushed up on hand and glared down at him. The look on her face
promised one hell of a fight. "What?"

"Benny, look," he said carefully, "I did some
checking into Jonah Krause. He's a dangerous man."

"So what? I should just give him what he wants
without a fight?"

He frowned at her naïve reply. "And just who in
the hell do you think is going to fight this war of
yours?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" She
poked him in the chest. "I never asked you to fight this battle for
me.
You're
the one
who rode to my rescue and offered to help
me
."

"What did you expect me to do, Benny? Let you
get wrapped up in something you can't possibly
understand?"

"There you go again! What is with you? Why do
you assume that I don't know how to maneuver through these types of
business deals?"

"Because you don't," he replied tersely. "The
fact that Jonah Krause sent a man into your bakery to intimidate
you this morning should have driven that point home,
Benny."

"So what? I cave? I sell out my family's
history?"

"Better to sell out now than to go bankrupt in
a month or two and have nothing to show for it!"

She reeled back. Her eyes suddenly glistened.
His gut clenched painfully at the realization that he'd hurt her so
deeply with his stupid retort. "Benny…"

"Screw you." She scrambled off the floor and
started jerking on her clothes. "I'm out of here."

He pushed up onto his knees and snatched away
her skirt before she could grab it. "No. You aren't leaving like
this."

"The hell I'm not! Give me my skirt,
Dimitri."

He shook his head. "I'm not letting you fly out
of here upset. You could wreck. Now sit down and listen to me." She
started to tell him off again but he cut her off with a pleading
look. "Please, Benny. Just hear me out."

She crossed her arms and huffed but eventually
sat down. Still staring angrily, she said, "I'm listening.
Talk!"

Kneeling down in front of her, he put his hands
on her bare thighs and held her hurt gaze. It killed him that he'd
upset her like this. "Benny, I'll support whatever choice you make.
I've got your back. I need you to know that up front. Do you
believe me?"

Her jaw tightened and relaxed. With a growl of
frustration, she admitted, "Yes."

"Then believe that I wouldn't tell you to sell
if I didn't think it was the best idea." He cupped her face and
brushed his thumbs over her cheeks. "I want what's best for you,
Benny. I think if you push back against Jonah Krause it's going to
end badly. He has millions of dollars on the line and you
are—forgive me—a nobody in the great scheme of things. He won't
think twice about striking at you."

She gulped and her lower lip wobbled. "Dimitri,
I can't just walk away from the business my grandparents built.
You, better than anyone, should understand what it's like for
immigrants to come here, to work hard and build something so
successful."

"I do, Benny. But this business is failing
here." She started to cry and he felt like the biggest asshole in
the whole world. "It's not your fault. I've seen how hard you work.
I've seen what you've sacrificed to keep this place going. You
inherited a dying business in a dying neighborhood. You can't make
it work here, sweetheart. Please don't let it drag you
down."

She sobbed loudly, the ragged sounds tearing at
his heart. Gathering her close, he moved onto the couch and cradled
her on his lap. She wept in his arms, her hot tears spilling onto
his chest and dripping down his skin. He ached for her, his gut
twisting and his chest constricting. The knowledge that he was the
one who had forced this ugly discussion made him feel so
low.

Shit. Maybe Yuri was right. He should have
bought the fucking diamonds.