Stone Cold Knockout (House of Pain Book 1) (9 page)

He grabbed her upper arms and hauled to her feet. Her head whirling and dizzy, she stumbled into him. He pressed her against the wall in a flash, dragging his teeth from her throat to her sternum. He closed his hot mouth over his left nipple and sucked hard. She pressed her fist to her lips to keep from calling out. She was starting to spiral again, the room going in and out of focus. He sucked hard again and she almost came out of her skin. He released her with a pop, then traced the swell of her tit with his tongue.

“The first night I met you,” he said, flicking the rough tip of his tongue over her nipple. “I should have dragged you out of that ring and fucked you, like I wanted to.” He moved to her right breast, sucking and licking her until she was about to go out of her mind. “That is my mistake,” he whispered, rubbing his cheek against her soft skin before sucking hard on the swollen nipple again. “Forgive me for not fucking you weeks ago.” She nodded vaguely, agreeing completely. He squeezed her tits in his big hands, strumming his thumbs over the hard buds, teasing her. When she couldn't take it anymore, she dropped her hands to his shoulders, wanting his attention.

“
Condom,” she finally got out, her voice hoarse. He lifted his head to look at her, another dangerous smile curving over his his lips. His eyes still on her, he took her nipple in his mouth and bit down, lightly. A shudder coursed through her and she gritted her teeth. She dug her nails into the skin of his shoulders, her patience completely gone. She wanted him inside her immediately. Two hours ago. Yesterday. Three weeks ago.

He straightened to his full height and pinned her wrists above her head on the wall. “Do not move,” he said. She nodded, loving how exposed she felt, how completely open to him she was. His eyes raked down her body, from her perky tits to her black-painted toenails. He was ready to feast on her and she wanted him to. He could pick her bones clean and she wouldn't mind one bit. She clenched her thighs as he produced a gold foil wrapper  from within the pile of his clothes. He ripped the condom open and rolled the rubber down over his big cock. Slow and steady.

He returned to her, the steam surrounding him like a mist, as if he was coming straight out of her dreams. Her breathing quickened, her body shivering in anticipation. Her arms shook, she wanted to touch him so badly, but she obeyed him and kept them above her head. Obeying him went against every cell in her body, but it was a sweet kind of torture that turned her on even more. He reached down and spread her thighs roughly. His thumb grazed her clit and she jumped with a gasp.

“
You are so wet for me,” he said. “I want to lick your pussy.” He pressed in close to her, crushing her against the wall. “I need to lick your pussy.” He ran the tip of his tongue across her bottom lip. “But I can wait.” He took his cock in his hand and guided himself to her opening. Wanting to make it as easy as possible for him, she lifted her leg and hooked it on his hip. He slid his head through her lips, teasing her.  Gennifer tightened her leg, bringing him closer and he pushed inside, just a bit. She sucked in a quick breath, feeling like her heart was going to leap out of her chest.

“
You are impatient,” he said, his voice strained.

“
I want you,” she moaned, not caring how wanton she sounded, or how needy. “Now.”

“
Do you need me?” he asked.

“
Yes
,” she nodded eagerly, rolling her hips.

He chuckled, pausing to gently sweep a stray tendril off of her forehead. “Okay,
solnyshka
. I give you what you want.” Then he plunged into her, hard and fast. He knew just how she wanted it, like he could read her mind. She cried out, her body slow to accept the lightning-fast intrusion. He was big and it had been awhile for her. But she only needed a moment. When he pulled back and thrust hard into her again, she was ready for him. She moved her hips to meet his, and her eyes rolled back in her head at the heavenly sensation. He crushed her against the wall with each thrust and she wrapped both legs around his waist, for leverage. Their arms tangled together above her head, his fingers cutting into the soft skin of her wrists as he fucked her. When he hit a particularly good spot, she cried out again, not caring who could hear her.

Mikhail barked out a triumphant laugh then slanted his mouth over hers, stealing her next cries for himself as he ground his hips into hers. She struggled against his grasp, wanting to touch him, but he fought back, the muscles in his arms tight. A current of electricity ran through her when she realized she was completely at his mercy. He could have her any way he wanted, and she couldn't do a thing about it. She didn't
want
to do a thing about it. The thought made her pussy clench around him and he growled against her lips, the sound wild.

He dropped her arms suddenly, moving to grip her ass. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. Her breasts smashed against his chest with each thrust. They settled into a bruising rhythm, and she knew she would feel it tomorrow, but she didn't care. She broke the kiss and scored her teeth across his shoulder, feeling feral and breathless. He hissed, pressing his face into her neck. A stream of fiery-sounding Russian followed and her pussy clenched again, for good measure, at his tone. He sounded unhinged. She completely understood. She dragged her fingers across his scalp and licked the shell of his ear, feeling like she was losing her mind, too.

She felt his little finger dip between her ass cheeks then, prodding and pushing inside. Normally, that would be a rule-breaker for her, but she didn't even think about stopping Mikhail. Whatever he wanted to do to her, she was game. She knew that now. She wanted anything and everything he had to give. When he forced his way into her tightness up to his knuckle, the world around her exploded and she came harder than she'd ever come before, completely under his control. She clenched around him, her muscles spasming and her eyelids fluttering. She felt like she was damn near having a seizure, but he held her through it, kissing her lips and mumbling dirty things in her ear that made her orgasm stretch on and on.

When her tension was gone and her muscles gave out, he hiked her knees up high against his ribs and wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her. He slowed his pace, pressing his forehead against hers.

“Gennifer,” he whispered, and she opened her eyes to look into his grey ones. They were dark with passion and the tendons in his neck were strained and tight. She knew he was close.

“
I loved sucking your thick cock,” she murmured, talking dirty and returning the favor. “I want to suck it all night. I want you to come in my mouth, over and over. I'll swallow it all. Every drop.”

“
You will suck me until I tell you to stop.”

“
I'll never stop,” she said, licking her lips and craving him in her mouth again.

“
You will only stop when I want to fuck.” He swerved his hips, his big cock hitting spots she'd never felt before. Stars burst behind her eyes and she moaned like an addict. “Beg me to fuck your pussy.”

“
Fuck my pussy, Misha,” she heard herself saying through the haze. “Fuck it hard.”

“
Do you like how I fuck you?” he asked, punctuating his words with two deep thrusts. She bit down hard on her lip, her body throbbing around him.

“
I
love
how you fuck me,” she said, knowing the statement was true the second it left her mouth. Mikhail was the best sex of her life, hands down. There was no contest. He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes at her words. She put her hands on either side of his face, wanting to watch him come. He thrust hard one last time and then his body locked. He rasped something in Russian and she felt him jerk hard inside her. He opened his eyes and his gaze bore into hers, the fire consuming them both. Her breath caught in her throat as the air shifted around them. Everything was different now, she realized. There was no going back with Mikhail. When he kissed her, slower and less rushed, it was almost loving, his tongue caressing hers and his lips soft. She felt a pang in her heart and immediately pulled away. This was just fucking.
Not love
, she reminded herself.

“
Probando e que se guisa
,” she murmured aloud, able to feel his heart beating out of his chest.
Trying is how you will know.
She had known the sex between them would be off the charts, but damn. She was going to be feeling him into next week. He pressed his forehead to her shoulder, taking a deep breath. She dropped her feet to the floor, whimpering when his cock slipped out of her. Her body throbbed and pulsed, not used to such vigorous action.

“
You surprise me,
solnyshka
,” he said, lifting one of her wet curls to his nose. “I like surprises.”

“
I'm not surprised,” Gennifer whispered, moving around him to stand under the stream of hot water. She wasn't surprised at all. The sex had changed everything, just like she knew it would. After a moment, she glanced back at him, feeling almost shy. She had just acted like a straight up
tigra,
a wild woman. And now she had the nerve to be shy?

He was hunched over like he was in pain, his forehead pressed to the cool tile of the wall. Then he pushed himself up and faced her. She couldn't stop herself from smiling at him, and he reciprocated. And then all awkwardness was gone.

“Come here.” Gennifer beckoned him and he came, pulling off the condom and tossing it aside. She lathered up her hands with the soap and ran them down his chest. She continued until she reached his sex and he drew in a sharp breath. “You have a gorgeous dick,” she said, stroking her hand down his length. He winced and she laughed.“Did we over do it?” she asked.

“
It is worth it.” He cupped her chin, bringing his lips to hers. He kissed her like he hadn't just had his fill of her, licking and biting at her lower lip until she was halfway ready to jump him again. Then he took the soap from her and lathered her up, taking care on her breasts. He fondled and massaged them under his big hands until she was putty in his hands. When she wasn't paying attention, he slipped them under her arms and she squealed.

“
I'm ticklish!” she admonished him, ducking out of his grasp. He stared at her like she'd just grown two heads.

“
I do not understand,” he said, although she had a sneaking suspicion that he did.

“
Just...don't do that,” she said. She stepped under the water to wash off and he pulled her to him, her back against his chest.

“
I do what I want,” he said.  “You like what I do, yes?” Gennifer kept her mouth shut. He didn't need to get a big head about it, but hell yes, she absolutely liked what he did. He chuckled in her ear, sweeping the wet curtain of her hair over her shoulder. He kissed her neck, his hands drifting down to her hips. “Anytime you want me to do again, you let me know,” he said, his voice dancing in amusement.

***

Gennifer exited the locker room, her damp hair in a messy bun on top of her head. The gym had completely cleared out, and no one was there to notice her swollen lips and just-been-fucked expression. Hector was nowhere around. She darted a look back at the door to the locker room, knowing Mikhail would push it open soon. She put her head down and headed for the exit, not wanting anyone to see her and Mikhail and get any ideas. She did not need that. She would never get any peace.

“
Gennifer!” A female voice rang out across the gym and Gennifer decided to ignore her and keep moving. She was so close to escaping. “Hey Genny!” Erica yelled louder, her voice impossible to ignore. Gennifer sighed in defeat and stopped in her tracks. She turned in time to see Erica jogging down the office stairs.

“
I was just on my way out,” she said, making it a point to check her watch as Erica jogged up to her.

“
Hey,” Erica said, out of breath.

“
What's up?” Gennifer asked, impatient. She looked over Erica's shoulder at the locker room door.

“
You okay?” Erica asked, her green eyes wide.

“
Girl, why wouldn't I be?” Gennifer furrowed her brow. What was the chick getting at?

“
Oh...I saw you, um, take some hits earlier. Just checking.” Erica bit her lip. Gennifer chomped down on the gum she'd gotten from Mikhail, fighting the urge to roll her eyes.

“
Yup. Doing fine.” Gennifer's breath caught in her throat as Mikhail pushed open the locker room door behind them and strolled out. He passed the two girls and time seemed to stop as both she and Erica looked at him. He nodded at Erica and winked at Gennifer and she felt her pussy clench.

“
Ladies,” he murmured. Then he was gone, pushing through the front door and disappearing into the dark night. Gennifer turned back to Erica, who was now watching her intently. Dammit. The girl was on to them. Gennifer glanced skyward and realized that Erica had come from the office. The same office where Hector would be busy filling out paperwork at this time of the night. She smiled.

“
What were you doing up in the office?” she asked, happy to get heat off of her. Erica blushed pink to the roots of her red hair.