Sasha: The Wallflower (The Wallflower Series Book 1) (6 page)

Dina, a lover of the outdoors, nodded enthusiastically. She reached out a hand to pet Sammy, who licked at her palm and then followed Slade to the front door.  

“He sounds like he is a very sweet guy, Dina.” Sasha confessed, enjoying the look of contentment on her friend’s face as she relayed the events of the date.

Dina felt her face heat at the thought of Slade. Throughout their time at the park, he had held her hand and led Sammy with the other. For the first time, she had felt as if a future was truly possible for her relationship with Slade. What had been weeks of mindless flirtation seemed to be budding into something meaningful and she honestly couldn’t wait until she saw him again.

“Slade said that he and Dmitri would probably be very busy the next few weeks because of a really important client and changes in the firm so I don’t know when I’ll see him again. Do you think I should call since he hasn’t really called me back?”

Sasha couldn’t give her an honest answer considering her own inexperience in such situations but she put on a brave face. “I don’t think there would be any harm in being the initiator. This time maybe you should be the one to ask him out.”

They both watched as Faye and Jaelynn made their way over. Sasha took in a deep breath almost as if in preparation for a storm. Putting on a smile, she welcomed them with a hello. Dina said nothing, preferring to watch the dynamic between the three.

“So”, Faye started, “I heard from Teagan that you are with Dmitri.” Jaelynn said nothing, obviously very intoxicated as she swayed back and forth with a silly grin on her face.

Sasha was taken aback by Faye’s directness but waved it off as just friendly interest. “Yes, we actually started dating. I’m very excited!” As she expressed this, she felt a chill in her spine as Faye’s face turned into a grimace.

“Well…I wonder how long it’ll last.”

Dina, seeing the eventual turn of the conversation, intercepted. She realized in that moment just how naïve and innocent Sasha was. Could she not see that Faye was not at all trying to congratulate her? This person was not a friend! “Judging from what I’ve seen of them, I think they have as good a chance at becoming serious as anyone else.”

Faye ignored her. She leaned in closer to Sasha and grasped her chin in sweaty fingers. Sasha could smell the hard liquor on her breath as she whispered, “Count your blessings because there is no way in hell a hot guy like Dmitri could ever stay interested in someone like you.” Jaelynn giggled and expressed her agreement in a drunkenly loud voice, “You got that right, girl!”

Rage encompassed Sasha’s body as she saw in red. Shoving Faye’s hand off her face, she stood up and began to walk away. Something stopped her though. She remembered the many times Faye had given her a backhanded compliment or flat out mistreated her. This was supposed to be the night that she built a bridge in her friendship with both of them but now it seemed almost impossible. She wanted to believe that Faye’s hurtful remarks were only a result of a night of drinking but knew that alcohol usually brought out the truth. Faye had no filter that night, not that she tended to use it anyway.

“You know, I wanted to be your friend,” Sasha revealed to Faye. “I thought we were. How could you say that to me? Have you always disliked me?”

At first, Faye said nothing to this. “First he chooses Teagan. Which I can understand to a certain extent. But then…you! Look at me, Sasha!” She gestured to her figure in the skintight dress. “I was offered a fucking modeling career! You’re nothing but a short, fat black virgin! You will never compare.” In her drunken rant she stood up and pointed a well-manicured finger in Sasha’s direction accusingly.

Dina, having heard enough and frustrated with Sasha’s lack of response at Faye’s insults, stood up as well. She grabbed Faye’s blond locks from behind and pulled. Shoving the screaming blonde down onto the couch, Dina pressed a hand down onto her shoulder and spoke confidently, “Listen you blonde bitch, if you ever speak that way to Sasha again I will personally come and kick your skinny ass!”

Faye shoved her hand away and scowled as Sasha pulled on Dina’s arm.

“Don’t Dina. Let’s just go,” Sasha stated firmly.

Reluctantly, Dina moved away. Her fists curled in anger as Faye yelled back after them, “Go, Sasha! And take that fat, ghetto bitch with you!”

After ensuring that Teagan had a ride back to the apartment, both Dina and Sasha made their way from the club to Dina’s car. While pulling away from the curb, Dina glanced over at Sasha and saw her in a daze. Her face was completely blank, almost as if she hadn’t fully taken in the event at the club. She had always looked upon Sasha like a little sister since she had first started working at the diner. It had been pure instinct to stand up for her when she apparently still lacked the toughness needed to defend herself against people she wanted to still consider friends. Dina wondered why Sasha felt such a need for friendship, one that was clearly superficial from the beginning at best.

“Forget about her, Sasha. I know this may sound cliché but she obviously is just jealous of your budding relationship with Dmitri.”

At the mention of his name, Sasha automatically asked, “Could you drop me off at the Ritz?”

Dina asked why but she didn’t bother to answer. Instead, she looked out the window at the passing lights until she saw the familiar building. Quickly, she thanked Dina for the ride in a small voice before leaving the vehicle. In the back of her mind, she heard Dina call out to her but she had complete tunnel vision. Passing security with no problem because of her continuous visits to his place, Sasha made her way to his floor and rung the bell.

Her hands felt clammy as she waited. It was at least three in the morning on a Sunday but she honestly didn’t care. There was a silent craving to see him that she had held back in order to go out with ‘friends.’ But now she had finally succumbed.

The door opened slowly to reveal Dmitri in just a pair of boxer briefs with his chest bare. His hair was messy with spikes and his eyes were narrowed, sensitive to the bright hallway lights. He had obviously been sleeping. He looked down at her in shock. Before he could speak, she interrupted.

“Dmitri,” Sasha whispered. “I-I needed to see you. Can I come in?” As soon as she spoke, she felt her throat clog with unwanted tears. Sasha quickly shook her head reminding herself to be strong.

Without saying a word, Dmitri took her hand and closed the door. Though exhausted from an interrupted night of sleep, he could tell from just one glance that Sasha was holding back tears. Still holding her hand, he led her to his bedroom. Taking a t-shirt from one of his drawers, he gave it to her and watched as she began to undress.

Self-consciously, Sasha slid her feet from the high heels and wriggled her body from the form-fitting black dress. Dmitri didn’t bother to look away; taking the opportunity to look upon and admire her form in only a lace bra and panties. Though he felt aroused, he didn’t initiate anything. He knew that wasn’t what she needed right then. Instead, he waited until she had slipped on the shirt before grasping her hand and climbing into the large king size bed.

Sasha felt her body melt into the sheets and fluffy comforter. She rested her head on the firm pillow and felt Dmitri’s body spoon behind her. His large arms wrapped around her waist and he rested his beard roughened chin on the top of her head, breathing in the familiar scent of her hair. Sasha placed her hands on Dmitri’s forearms. Caressing the hair she felt there, she smiled in contentment and wriggled closer to him before falling asleep.

The next morning, Sasha squirmed in the comfortable bed. She felt something hard between the cheeks of her butt and unconsciously swiped at it sleepily. The unfamiliar grunt she heard as her hands connected with warm, hairy flesh made her eyes pop open in alarm. She made the effort to sit up in bed but a strong grasp around her waist prevented movement. She looked down and the events of last night came flooding back as she saw Dmitri’s forearms resting against her stomach. The t-shirt he had given her, which was much too big, had bunched up around her waist so that the only thing separating her from his obvious and impressive morning wood was skimpy lace panties and the thin cloth of his boxer briefs.

In an effort at self-preservation, she attempted to scoot farther away from his warm, hard body but his grasp around her waist only tightened. Mumbling in his sleep, he protested her movement by only scooting closer. Her eyes bugged out in horror as his erection once again settled between her butt cheeks. To add to her embarrassment she felt the slight back and forth motion of his hips. For a minute she misread his movements as a means of getting more comfortable, but soon realized that he was pumping his hips into her.

Her cheeks became heated as she felt her body respond in kind. Dmitri released a guttural groan in her ear and his hands began to explore her lower body. Her breath hitched when his palm cupped her sex possessively and his hips began to pump with greater fervor. Sasha quickly grasped his thick wrist and tried to pry his palm away but instead released a deep moan of pleasure as his long, thick fingers began to play with the lips of her pussy through the lacy underwear.

Her mouth opened in a silent gasp as he played with her clit. “Dmitri,” she mewled out loud. “You have to stop. Wake up.” She felt herself begin to lose the willpower to halt his actions as spurts of pleasure coursed through her body. She had never felt such desire before; her body was responding so easily to his machinations as indicated by the thorough wetness of her underwear.

She gasped once again as he quickly moved on top of her, his hip and hand movements not pausing for one moment. Sasha rested on her stomach with Dmitri’s hand still grasping her pussy and the weight of him on her back. Her head tilted back in pleasure as he dug his face into her neck, groaning with desire. She knew he had to be awake by this point because his lips began to softly play with the delicate skin of her neck as he continued to grind his erection into the crease of her ass.

“Ugh,” he grunted. “Take it baby.”

Sasha’s hips began to move in rhythm with his, grinding simultaneously into the palm of his hand and his erection. She felt him reach down and release his cock from the confines of the boxer briefs, placing the length against her panty-covered pussy. Her flesh jumped at the touch of the hot organ but she instinctively raised her hips, arching her back to press back into him as hard as she could. Her fingers grasped the sheets roughly as she fought to hold back the primal moans that rose up into her throat. Sasha bit her bottom lip and enjoyed the feel of his cock rubbing back and forth against her soft and swollen lips.

She loved the heat of his breath against her ear as his breathing steadily increased and the feel of his heavy weight bearing down on her. Dmitri reached out and interlaced their fingers as he ground his hips harder. It felt like he couldn’t get close enough to the warm wetness emanating from her pussy. He held back the strong desire to thrust inside her warmth and instead concentrated on giving her as much pleasure as possible. He had woken up in shock at the feel of her juicy ass cheeks hugging his cock but was even more surprised by her responsiveness to his pumping hips. He had been having a wet dream exactly about her when he had bothered to open his eyes.

‘This is so much better than a fucking dream,’ he thought to himself.

He could feel the sloshing of their privates as she became wetter with each grind against her lips. It was as if there was a river between her thick thighs. He pressed his lips against her ears,

“Mmm, you like that, baby? I want to be inside you so bad.”

Sasha shivered at his exclamation. “Not...ready,” she was barely able to get out.

Reaching a hand beneath her body, Dmitri fingered her clit and began to grind faster. He felt the cum boiling in his balls; he was ready and, judging from the shivers that violently rocked her body beneath him, he knew his baby was close too.

“Dmitri!” she screamed.

Wanting to get even closer to her, Dmitri grasped her small chin in his large palm and turned her face to him. Taking her lips, he caressed her tongue with his own in a sloppy kiss. They moaned, overcome by their desire for each other. Simultaneously, he pressed harder on her clit and enjoyed the sharp clenching of her muscles beneath him as she jerked uncontrollably and came. Thoroughly enjoying the rush of wetness released by her orgasm, Dmitri ground closer to her pussy as much as possible and released a stream of cum directly onto her lips.

“Ugh,” he grunted, still kissing her roughly.

In jerky movements, he continued to pump his hips until his cock had completed spurting onto her underwear and the sheets. For a moment, he held himself over her, exchanging between nuzzling her neck and kissing her lips possessively. With a regretful sigh, he eventually rolled over, immediately missing the contact of her small body beneath his.

They lay silently on the bed, trying to catch their breath once more. Sasha rolled back onto her side, facing him. Dmitri was laying spread out on his back, his chest rising and falling with each deep intake of breath. Tentatively, she reached out and placed a small hand on his defined pecs. Her fingers softly caressed the spring of hair that rested there.

Dmitri turned to her and said abruptly, “We should get up.” Unceremoniously he displaced her hand from his person and sat up upon the edge of the bed with his back facing her. Sasha got a peek of his muscled bottom as he climbed out of his soiled boxer briefs and made his way to what she assumed was the restroom.

Not knowing what to make of his rush from the bed, Sasha continued to lie there as a shower started in the background.

Sasha walked to the kitchen with a different shirt she had found in his drawer once she had completed her own shower. The only problem was her lack of underwear. Feeling slightly vulnerable she looked upon Dmitri who was cooking breakfast, what smelled like eggs. He wore long pajama pants and for the first time she got a glimpse of his feet peeking from beneath them; his toes were long and thin, his feet delicately arched.

“I’m making omelets,” he provided.

Sasha sat down at the small glass table placed in the middle of the kitchen, watching him flip the eggs. The silence between them was awkward. The events of this morning had been a first for her in many regards. Having never slept over with a man before, she had been completely unprepared for the level of intimacy she had with Dmitri. Sleeping in his arms had felt safe and, dare she admit it, right. But despite their intimacies, he seemed to be cold this morning. He had barely glanced her way once since leaving the bed.

Quietly, Sasha stood up and approached him, reaching out and placing her hands upon his back. He stiffened beneath her touch but she decided to ignore it. Her arms wrapped themselves around his waist and she gently placed her head upon the smooth skin of his back.

Whispering softly, she said, “Thank you for letting me stay with you.”

To her shock, he replied, “Do you want to talk about what happened?”

She didn’t realize she had been holding her breath until he spoke. There was a tight knot in her chest-fear of what he would do and say. Though her virginity was something she valued and did not want to give away easily, there was also a fear within her that if she did finally sleep with him he would completely lose interest. Despite the conversation they had when he first asked her out, a part of her still doubted his sincerity. How could she trust him when he had all but revealed to her more than once that he was strictly interested in her sexually? She had disappointed herself this morning by giving in to the strong desires she had forcefully repressed. She wanted more nights like the one they had and she knew deep within her heart that the only way to keep him would be to make him wait.

Sasha knew he wouldn’t wait too long but a month was better than nothing at all. Her arms unconsciously tightened around him until she felt his fingers pry them off. Slightly hurt by his rejection once more, Sasha decided to step away. She knew not to come off as needy but it was hard when each moment she spent with Dmitri made her want him to stay with her forever. Faye’s comments from last night kept ringing in the back of her head.

‘He’s going to tire of me,’ she thought sorrowfully.

“No,” she finally replied. “I’d rather not. I just had to come to realize that holding onto people who see you as less than nothing isn’t…friendship.”

Dmitri paused. He placed the omelets on separate plates and turned to her for the first time since she had walked from the bedroom. Her hair framed her face, partially covering her chest and her legs were completely bare but his t-shirt reached her mid-thighs, giving her some level of decorum. He walked past her to set their individual plates on the small kitchen table. Taking a seat, he motioned for her to do the same as he seasoned his breakfast.

“Well,” he began, “I’m happy you finally realized this sooner rather than later.”

Sasha began to walk over to the table but stopped. All throughout her life she had avoided conflict in order to assuage her desperate need for friendship. But she found that she couldn’t do that today.  That morning she had given Dmitri a part of her that was special- or at least it was in her inexperienced eyes. There was no longer warmth in the way he spoke or touched her. And Dmitri was beginning to mean too much for her to just avoid conflict for the sake of a falsely idyllic relationship.

Sucking in a deep breath, she dove in. “What’s wrong with you?”

He looked up at her with a raised brow. Dropping his fork, he leaned back and crossed his arms across his bare chest. “Nothing. What are you talking about?”

She approached him, determined not to be intimidated by the glare that now encompassed his handsome features. “You’ve been cold to me ever since…this morning. I don’t understand. What happened? I thought-”

“And that is exactly why I kick women out the morning after. You think too much. What do you expect from me?”

Sasha flinched as his mood dramatically changed. He had spoken calmly but he looked furious and she felt herself begin to shake. She wasn’t fearful that he would harm her physically. No- she was scared that he would be Faye; pull the rug from under her feet, take away the happiness she had discovered in being with him. Seeing him stand up, she experienced immediate tunnel vision once again. Get out before he could do just that.

“I-I have to go!” Without waiting for a response, Sasha raced to the bedroom and grabbed her dress, ignoring Dmitri calling her name from the kitchen. Throwing off his shirt, she wriggled her body back into the outfit and grabbed her heels and purse. Her mind raced with Faye’s words continually ringing in her ears,
“Count your blessings because there is no way in hell a hot guy like Dmitri could ever stay interested in someone like you.”

Taking several deep breaths, with a bowed head she made her way to the front door. Opening it, she jumped in shock as a large hand immediately closed it again. The warmth from his large body emanated onto her back; she had to force herself not to lean back into him. But she didn’t need to because Dmitri lowered himself against her, his face above her ear as he whispered, “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. Please don’t go.”

“I don’t understand you, Dmitri. Why are you acting like this?”

Dmitri grabbed her shoulders and force her to turn around. Gently placing a few of her locs behind her delicate ears, he emphatically shook his head. “No, no. It’s not…I-I…”

Sasha watched in shock as he seemed visibly shaken.

“I’m not used to this, Sasha! It is as new for me as it is for you!”

She looked him straight in the eye. “What is?”

He ran a frustrated hand through his dark locks and sighed. “Everything between us. I’m sorry I reacted that way but the experience of being with you- not just what we did today in  bed- but sleeping next to you…and then waking up to your face in the morning… it’s all so new to me and I didn’t know how to react.”

He spread his arms in front of her. “I’m not used to sharing this space with someone I’m intimate with, Sasha. I’m sorry. I was acting childish and- just please don’t go.” He grabbed both of her hands, forcing her to drop her shoes and purse onto the floor. “I want to spend today with you.”

“If you feel as if I’m invading your space I think it is best that I go. I never meant to be intrusive.”  She tried to bend down to retrieve her things again but Dmitri pulled her into his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“You’re not being intrusive. I felt defensive only because you fit so perfectly. I liked sleeping next to you and that was what alarmed me. But I won’t take my own fears out on you again.” He lifted her from under her arms in order to place gentle kisses across her face. He knew she had finally given in when her arms lifted to his shoulders and her hands began to caress the nape of his neck.

They stood there for some time, just taking in the moment. After several minutes, he set her back down and led her into the kitchen once more.