Seth's Cravings: An Endless Series: Book 2 (55 page)

     Seth looked down at me, his face strained, cheeks
flushed and stark. “Tell me you’re close, Nadia.” He grunted, thrusting deeply,
grinding ruthlessly against my clit.

     Oh, I was definitely close. He had to feel it. Every
muscle in my body was constricting in indescribable agonizing rapture,
especially the ones surrounding his shaft. Unable to say the words, only
incomprehensible noises, I nodded with guttural cries.

     The next second my vaginal muscles spasmed painfully
around his shuttling member making him seem impossibly larger, stars exploded
inside my head, and a blinding wave of pleasure broke over me, stronger and
harder than anything he’d made me feel before.

     I arched, my muscles locked, and I screamed at the unimaginable
sensations shooting through me.

     “God…Auhhh….FUCK!” Seth shoved deep four more times and
then swelled even more making my orgasm spike another level at the added stimulation,
and then warmth exploded inside me in pulsating waves.

     “Auhh…auhhh.” More stars, more sharp vibrations of
bliss.

     It seemed to go on forever, each of us striving to milk
every last sensation from the other, until we both collapsed to the bed
boneless, gasping to catch our breaths.

     “Holy Shit.” Seth huffed.

     I felt completely spent. Seth lay heavily on top of me
in a similar comatose state, his head on the pillow next to mine, still buried
deep inside me. It was hard to breathe but I didn’t want him to move yet. He
felt so incredibly good. So taking shallow breaths I hooked my legs with his so
he would know to stay right where he was. He’d released my wrists so I moved my
hands to his head to scrape my fingers lazily through his hair. He gave a low
groan of satisfaction.

     “God, I love you, Nadia.” Seth murmured in my ear.

     “
Ya lyublyu tebya
, Seth.” I smiled in
contentment. I don’t think I’d ever felt this good in my entire life.

     However, I was only able to enjoy it for one minute, because
suddenly Seth stiffened and jerked up pulling out of me. I moaned in
displeasure at the separation, and then felt a gush of wetness spill from me.
Jeesh! How much semen had he filled me with? 

     “Shit Nadia!” Supporting himself on his forearms on
either side of my head he stared down at me in horror. “I forgot to wear a
condom. Shit, I can’t believe I forgot. I’ve never forgotten. I’m so fucking sorry.”

     Palming his face I smiled reassuringly. “I’m on the
pill, Seth. It’s okay.”

     He let an enormous sigh and sagged back down on top of
me, but more off to the side this time so I wasn’t taking all his weight.
“Damn, talk about a defining moment. A few weeks ago I was telling your brother
to be careful so you aren’t saddled with more responsibility and then I go a
pull a dumbass move like this.” He growled gruffly into my neck, making me
shiver.

     Scraping my nails across his scalp I couldn’t help but
grin at hearing about his ‘responsible talk’. “You’ve been exceptionally rough
on yourself tonight; pussy, chicken shit, and now dumbass. These adjectives to
describe yourself don’t say much for my intelligence, since I chose you to be
my boyfriend.”  

     He grunted out a chuckle nuzzling my ear. “When did you
get on the pill?”

     He wasn’t going to like my answer. “Soon after my run
in with Dale the Asshole.”

     I was right; he didn’t like it if the stiffening of his
body was any indication. He growled lifting his head to look down at me with a
frown. “I thought you weren’t worried about something like that happening
again?”

     Staring him straight in the eye I answered truthfully.
“I’m not worried about it, but I would be stupid if I didn’t at least take
precautions to protect myself in some ways.” He continued to scowl at me so I
kiss him out of his bad mood. “Now don’t ruin the moment. I just had the most
awesome sex of my life and your harshing my mood.”

     His lip twitched. “Harshing your mood?”

     I grinned. “It’s something Billy, my coworker, says
when someone try’s bring him down from a good mood.”

     Expression clearing, he kissed me slowly and sweetly,
licking and suckling my swollen, abused lips…not that I was complaining. I’d
abused his right back. His mouth moved to my jaw. “You’re absolutely right; I
shouldn’t be ruining the best damn sex, in the history of sex, anybody ever had.
I never thought it was possible to experience something as intense as that. I’m
just warning you that I am now addicted and will therefore be attacking you any
chance I get from here on in.”

     I smiled proudly, unable to help myself. A female wants
to know that she pleased her man.

     Lifting his head he looked down at me wearing a concerned
frown. “You feeling alright…you know, it being your first time?”

     I smiled. “Yeah.” There was always the possibility I
would be sore later, but I felt amazing right now.

     Shifting himself off me to lay on his side he scanned
my body with a frown. I twisted on my side as well, resting my arm across my
breasts. It was one thing having him check me out in the midst of foreplay, but
this was different.

     “I was pretty damn rough with you, besides the fact
that it was your first time.” Sighing, he met my eyes. “Nadia, you’re not the
only one with control issues. If you haven’t figured it out yet I like rough
sex, and normally I’m able to manage my needs, but when I’m with you I lose all
awareness of what I’m doing. I need to know if I did anything that you were
uncomfortable with, or if I hurt you any way?”

     Trailing a finger over his bottom lip I leaned over
giving him a tender kiss. “Seth, if you haven’t figured it out yet, I like it
when you get rough with me. I have a pretty high tolerance for pain, but if you
were to do something that I didn’t like I would totally let you know.”

     His frown remained. “I still feel like I was way too
rough with you for your first time. It should have been tender and slow, not
‘drill you deep’.”

     I chuckled at his reference and tugged at his ear playfully.
“If we have tender and slow love, I won’t complain…” Scrapping my nails down
his chest I purred throatily. “But I wouldn’t change this night for anything.
It was perfect.”

     Seth’s gaze was both warm with affection and heated
with desire. His lips captured mine and I shivered at the renewed arousal
flowing through me.  

     Releasing my mouth abruptly Seth reached over and
pulled the blanket over me, then rubbed my back vigorously. “Do you want to
take a shower, or maybe a bath? You should probably take a bath just in case I
did hurt you more than you know, and it would help with any soreness.”

     I giggled at his fretful rambling. It was so weird
having someone fuss over me. “A bath sounds good.” I kissed him again, eyeing
him impishly. “As long as you squeeze in there with me.”

     His eyes twinkled back. “It will be a really tight fit,
but we can try.”

     Standing up he pulled me up with him and more fluid
spilled down my leg. My face flushed in slight mortification. “
Bozhe
, I
need a towel or something, I’m leaking all over the place.”

     Seth grinned looking down, but then paled faintly. “There’s
blood on your leg.” He said sounding shocked.

     Glancing down I saw that there was indeed blood on my
thigh. “That’s what happens the first time.” Looking up I saw that he was still
pale. “You’re not squeamish at the sight of blood, are you?”

     He shook his head, gaze transfixed on my thigh. “I’ve
never been before, but seeing that is kind of unsettling.”

     I grinned at seeing this big, strong guy brought low at
a little virgin blood. Taking his hand I led him to the bathroom. I felt a
faint twinge of discomfort walking but kept silent about it. “Come on, big guy,
let’s get cleaned up. I’m not the only one with some blood on them.” When Seth
had stood up I had of course checked out his impressive nakedness and seen some
streaks of blood on his semi engorged penis.

     “Damn.” He exclaimed softly.

     Maybe I should feel more maudlin about losing my
virginity, but the experience had been too amazing for me to regret any of it.
And I definitely didn’t regret giving it to Seth. He had my heart and that was
more significant than some hymen.    

     Walking into the bathroom Seth moved to the tub to get
the water going, and I cleaned myself up as his back was turned thankful for
the small amount of privacy. Then I realized I needed more privacy than a
couple seconds and hustled him out closing the door in his chuckling face.

     When I was done I stepped in the tub and called out for
Seth to come back in. He walked in, still naked, carrying two beers. He seemed
so comfortable in his nudity and I found myself staring avidly at him. I’d only
seen him one other time fully unclothed in the light and that was weeks ago. The
man really was quite magnificent with his broad shoulders, trim waist, and thick
thighs. My body heated in remembrance of what he’d done to me…and what I would
like him to do again.

     “See something you like?” He asked smirking, handing me
one of the beers.

     I returned the smirk, raising the beer. “Yes, thank
you.”

     “Saucy wench.” He chuckled. “Scoot forward and make
some room.”

     Eyeing him more critically—and suppressing my sigh of
appreciation—I slid forward. “I might have been too optimistic thinking both of
us would fit in here.”

     “Shit, did you make the water hotter?” Seth lowered
himself gingerly into the water behind me and I closed my eyes at the feel of his
hard body fitting against mine. The water in the tub rose more than half way up
at his submergence.

     “Yes I did. What’s the use of a bath if it’s not hot
enough to sooth the muscles.” I leaned back onto his chest and stroked my
fingers up and down his legs on either side of me.

     Seth’s arms wrapped around my waist and his fingers
skimmed over the marks I’d begun to notice on my breasts, belly, and the inside
of my thighs. “I hope you don’t mind love bites, honey, because I’ve marked you
damn good.”

     His tone was only half apologetic, but I could only
grin. “I’ll kill you later; right now my mood is way too mellow.”

     His fingers circled the darkest ones on my thighs and
he breathed in my ear. “Now that I know they don’t hurt I have to admit, I like
seeing them. It’s like I have marked you as mine.”  

     My fingers halted in there movements as I pondered his
words, and then I resumed my stroking. Well hell; it seemed I was a closet
submissive or something…at least I think that’s what they were called…because I
wasn’t as offended by his declaration as I should be.  

     “So…it’s after now. Can you tell me what happened at
the Frat house?” Seth asked, breaking into my pondering.

     I tilted my head back on his shoulder with a sigh.
Derr’mo
,
I’d forgotten about that. I let out another hefty sigh. “Graham is my
half-brother, you know, from the other family.”

     Seth’s hand’s froze momentarily and then resumed their
gentle strokes. “Go on.”

     That’s what I loved about Seth, he was so darn calm. The
water was high enough so I reached up with my foot and pulled the lever down,
and off. Relaxing back against him I closed my eyes and let the story pour out
of me. “Neither one of us had ever met before but when we saw each other at the
party…we knew. I’d seen enough pictures of him and the family at the Barber’s,
and he must have seen some pictures of us as well. He wasn’t pleased to see me,
and came over to tell me that.” I decided to skip the part where Landon
escalated the situation. “Everything would have been fine if he hadn’t called
my
mat’
a
shlyukha
, a whore.” Anger filled me all over again.
“Does he believe that my
mat’
knew what was going on? That she walked
happily into the situation. She’s…dead. Why would he say something like that
about her?”

     My voice broke in wretchedness toward the end and Seth
heard it and gathered his arms around me tighter. “He was a drunken, Kappa
Sigma asshole, honey. Forget about him. From what you’ve told me about your
mother she sounds like a saint. It doesn’t matter what an inebriated,
self-delusional, ignorant, and moronic individual says.”

     Even though I was still a little angry and disheartened,
I huffed in amusement at Seth’s lengthy classification of Graham’s personality
faults. “It shocked me, seeing him. He looks so much like
otets
.” I
mumbled.

     Seth’s hand went back to caressing. “You know, the
times you’ve talked about your father your tone sounds conflicted. I hear the
anger on what he did to all of you, but I also hear the love you had for him.”

     I combed my nails through the short hair on Seth legs
finding myself reflecting on his words; although, I didn’t need to. I knew it
was true. “I loved my
otets
. He was great. When he was with us he was
solely focused on us, and when he was gone he would call every day to check up
on us, tell us he loved us. It’s hard for me to imagine him doing that while at
his other family’s house, surrounded by them. I have no idea how he felt about
them. Did he love them just as much as us, or did he marry my mother because he
no longer loved his first wife? Did he only stay with them out of
responsibility, or did he in fact love all of us equally? There are so many
questions I want to attack him with.”

     I couldn’t believe I was spilling all this to Seth…but
it actually felt good getting it off my chest. I had of course talked to Luka
and Issy about it a little bit, tried to bring some perspective to them on why
our father had done what he’d done. Spouting comforting words that no matter
what had been in father’s head he had still loved us and that’s all that
mattered, but it was difficult for me to take those reassuring words to heart
when I had so many questions.

     “I can’t believe none of you have met and talked to
each other about it. It seems like you could all get some answers from each
other. Not all of them have to be asses like that guy…and your grandparents.”
Seth grumbled.

     “I’ve always wanted to.” I admitted. “If I knew where
they lived in Russia I would have, but it was probably good I didn’t because I
was so angry then I would have probably been just as hateful as Graham had been
tonight. That one time I went to their house here in Charlottesville I was so
close to walking up to that door…” I paused as past memories and emotions
flowed through me. “But I chickened out. See, I can be just as cowardly as
you.” I joked trying to lighten my mood and the moment.

     “That’s not cowardice.” Seth stated forcefully with a
kiss to the side of my head. “You were still so young, and in a new country,
and dealing with so much shit. I can’t imagine how you handled it all. Your
strength of will astounds me, honey. I know when you’re ready you’ll take the
steps to get some of those questions answered, and if everyone in that other
family is an ass just like Graham than maybe you’ll have answers to why your
father was searching for something else, something more. Just hang on to that
love you had for him, and that he had for you, something I’m sure you’ve
affirmed again and again to your brother and sister.”

     My heart warmed and swelled at the caring and
confidence in his tone. My hands arced back behind me to thread through his
soft hair scraping across his scalp. Seth groaned, his hands moving up from
under my breasts to take them both fully in his palms. I moaned in response, my
breasts were tender from his earlier ministrations, but it was a delicious
ache. 

     “Do you remember Thursday when you said I took a chance
on you?” I mumbled.

     His hands massaged my flesh and my breasts swelled at
the pleasurable stimulation. Something else was also swelling against my butt.
“Yeah. “He grumbled gruffly, suckling my ear and making me shiver.

     “I need to tell you…I’m so thankful that you took a
chance on me. You made the first move, pushing me for more even though I resisted.
You accepted my brother and sister, and not just accepted them, but you care
about them. Seeing the open affection makes me love you more.”

     One of Seth’s hands moved down my quivering belly to
between my legs, arriving at my throbbing, aching sex. “Nadia, you will be the
single, most momentous, chance of my lifetime. I love you.” His finger slid in
slowly, thumb thrumming my clit.

     My breathing shuddered out of me, and I nearly wrenched
at his hair in pleasure. “Auhhh.” I whimpered wiggling back against him, loving
the feel of his rock hard erection against my back. “We’re going to do it
again, right?” I might have been telling him rather than asking.

     His finger pumped in and out, building pressure at the
pit of my stomach. “Does this hurt?” He asked huskily.

     The pleasure far outweighed any pain and I arched into
his touch. “
Nyet
.” I breathed. “It feels so good.
Ty
nuzhen
mne
. I need you, Sez.”

     “Fuck, I love when you say my name like that.” He
groaned, nipping at my shoulder. “Turn around and straddle me, honey.”