Dimitri (19 page)

"I don't know," Vivi said
cautiously. "Yuri has a certain reputation. She's not looking for a
guy like that. More importantly, Lena can be
difficult
. She has a lot of issues
with trust."

"Can you blame her? Her mom walked out when she
was a kid and never came back. That dad of hers is something
else."

Vivian agreed with me. With a smile, she added,
"But if Yuri is anything like Ivan or Dimitri he'll be too stubborn
to let her walk away from him. You know how these guys are. They
catch the scent of something they want and they never let it
go."

As if on cue, Dimitri and Ivan joined us.
Nikolai remained at the private bar and nursed his drink. I didn't
miss the way his gaze lingered on Vivian before flicking away to
survey the small crowd rubbing elbows around us. Erin stood just
long enough for Ivan to slide underneath her before plopping down
onto his lap.

Dimitri took the spot Yuri had occupied during
our talk. He curled some of my hair around his finger and gave it a
little tug. "Having fun, sweetheart?"

"Yes."

"You want to stay?"

"A little longer," I said, thoroughly enjoying
myself. Though I really wanted to get home and see what kind of
exquisite pleasure Dimitri had in store for me, I liked spending
time with our friends. After living like a social hermit for the
last few years, I realized how much I'd missed this.

When Lena finally joined us, she sat down next
to me and pinched my thigh. I yelped softly and met her narrowed
gaze. She wasn't mad but I sensed I would hear an earful about this
in the very near future. She wagged her finger. "You are a very
naughty girl."

I feigned ignorance. "Am I?"

With an arm around Nikolai and Lena's drink in
his hand, Yuri made his way to the couches where we sat and
chatted. I spotted the way Yuri so expertly manipulated Nikolai
into sitting right next to Vivian before he perched on the arm of
the couch next to Lena and handed over her drink. I wasn't sure
what to make of the relationship between Nikolai and Vivian. From
the looks of it, neither did they.

Sitting there, surrounded by Dimitri's friends
and mine, I felt so incredibly lucky. All the laughing and the
smiling and the little jokes—we were slowly becoming a cohesive
unit. I wasn't sure how it was all going to play out but I felt
optimistic.

Dimitri nuzzled my neck. His soft lips tickled
me. "One dance and then I'm taking you home."

He clasped my hand and led me out of the VIP
area. I stuck close to his broad back, relishing the heat and
strength of him. A glance over my shoulder confirmed that Erin,
Ivan, Vivi and Lena were close on my heels. It seemed Nikolai
wasn't the dancing type and Yuri stayed behind to keep him
company.

Down on the dance floor, Dimitri carved out a
space for our small group. It was Lena who started dancing first.
Sultry and sexy, she swung her hips and threw her hands in the air.
That long, dark hair swished around her shoulders. She owned that
beat and made it look so easy.

Grabbing Vivian by the waist, she dragged her
close. My eyes widened slightly at the sensual display put on by
the two friends. Lena rocked against Vivian, her hand still on her
friend's hip. Vivi laughed and visibly relaxed. When a guy tried to
grind up on Lena's ass, Vivi put one hand on his chest and shoved
him back. With one move, she established the boundaries. He was
smart enough to stay put.

For a big guy, Ivan moved with surprising
finesse. He held Erin close and cupped the back of her head. As
they swayed together, he claimed her mouth in a demanding kiss. She
clutched at his arms and rose up on tiptoes to tangle her tongue
with his.

The music slowed to a thumping, thudding beat.
Not really comfortable on a dance floor, I glanced up at Dimitri.
He smiled knowingly and spun me around so that I faced away from
him. Hands on my hips, he controlled my movements. The way he held
me now reminded me of other, more intimate times we'd
shared.

Closing my eyes, I relaxed under his strong,
commanding hands. The low lighting and the packed dance floor
afforded me enough anonymity to shed most of my inhibitions. When
Dimitri's hands moved over my body, I inhaled shaky breaths. The
rigid outline of his cock pressed against my back. Like him, I grew
more and more aroused.

Hands skimming my curves, Dimitri nipped my
earlobe. His mouth touched my ear. "I can't wait to get you home.
I'm going to strip you naked and tie you up."

I gulped and tried to squeeze my thighs
together to ease the pulsing heat between them but somehow
Dimitri's hand had snaked under the back of my skirt. His hand
prevented it. Those long, skilled fingers brushed the skimpy lace
of my panties. I nearly came right there.

"Your pussy is so fucking hot
already."

"Dimitri, please," I begged and silently prayed
the dimmed lights wouldn't brighten. If we stepped out of the
shadows, anyone would be able to see where he'd hidden his
hand.

"Please what, Benny? Please take you home and
strip you? Please tie you up? Please fuck your tight, wet cunt
until you come so hard you pass out?"

"Yes. All of it. Please," I pleaded breathless.
Turning my face, I touched my lips to his. "Take me home,
Dimitri."

*

Dimitri couldn't get Benny out of that club
fast enough. Familiar with the layout, he took her out a side
entrance that opened to the street closest to the parking lot where
he'd left his truck. She scurried along beside him, her fingers
tight around his. Craving her sweet mouth, he stopped every few
feet to kiss her. She whimpered against his lips and pressed her
breasts to his chest. The temptation to pick her up and take her
right there against the wall of the building nearly toppled him.
Somehow he managed to find the strength to keep it
together.

At his truck, he wasted no time unlocking the
door. When he picked her up, she squealed with surprise and
giggled. The high-pitched sound traveled right to his aching balls.
He'd heard her make that noise before, usually when he had his
tongue on her clit.

"Wait," Benny panted and pushed at his chest,
stopping him from dropping her on the passenger seat and buckling
her belt. "How much have you had to drink tonight?"

He frowned at her question. "Not
much."

She narrowed her gaze and studied him. "I think
we have different definitions of what is or isn't too much. You had
vodka and beer at dinner. I saw you drinking more vodka with your
boys."

He started to argue with her but
realized she was right. He
had
imbibed more than usual. It had been so long since
he'd been out with his brothers, all of them together and
surrounded by their beautiful women. He'd gotten too relaxed and
had accepted too many free drinks.

Benny playfully walked her fingers down his
stomach and slid her small hand into his pocket. The little
temptress made sure to glide her fingertips over the rigid length
of his cock before removing his keys. Biting back a groan, Dimitri
let Benny have her fun.

"Put me down. I'm driving. You're riding in
this seat."

He didn't put her down. Showing her
who made the rules, he carried her around to the driver's seat and
placed her in his seat. While he adjusted the chair's position, he
informed her, "I'm
letting
you drive."

She rolled her eyes. "Uh-huh."

Laughing, he pecked her cheek and shut the
door. She started the truck as he climbed onto the passenger seat.
Even tipsy, he recognized that he was incredibly lucky to have a
woman confident enough to tell him no. If she'd let him drive, he
probably would have made it home safely but it wasn't a risk he was
willing to take.

Watching Benny drive his oversized truck made
him smile. Here in Texas it wasn't uncommon to see petite beauties
like her sitting behind the wheels of jacked-up trucks. She looked
good there, like she belonged—and she did. In his truck, in his
arms, in his bed, Benny belonged with him.

At the bakery, Benny pulled into the parking
spot he preferred. The moment she killed the ignition, he flicked
off his belt and reached for her. If there had been enough room in
that front seat, he would have flipped up her skirt and unzipped
his jeans to have her. She burned him up, left him panting and
aching with need so strong it rendered him insatiable.

Somehow, they finally made it out of the truck.
The horn chirped when she pressed the lock button on the key fob.
He was on her in a second, pinning her between his body and the
truck. She gripped the front of his shirt in both hands as he
devoured her mouth, stabbing his tongue between her lips and
tasting the slight hint of lemon and lime still clinging to
her.

"Inside," she panted. "We have to get inside,
Dimitri."

With a growl of agreement, he swept her up into
his arms and dropped her over his shoulder. She giggled loudly and
smacked his ass. "What are you doing?"

"Taking you inside." He slid his hand up her
bare thigh and under her skirt. With a hand clamped on her bottom,
he hurried to the metal staircase and took the steps two at a time
to reach his apartment. Remembering Benny had his keys, he reached
back and wiggled his fingers. "Keys, sweetheart."

She slapped them into his hand. He fumbled with
the lock and finally got them inside. Kicking the door closed, he
flipped the deadbolt and carried her to the nearest flat
surface—the dining table. Mouths mating, they tore at one another's
clothing. He toed off his shoes and socks and pushed her pumps out
of the way so he wouldn't trip over them in the
semi-darkness.

The lamp he'd left on lent a soft glow to the
room. With his shirt gone and his jeans on the floor, he tugged at
her dress, ripping it over her head and throwing it behind him. Her
lacy panties and strapless bra soon joined the dress. Naked and
trembling with desire, she reached for him. Dimitri crushed their
mouths together and kissed her until she whimpered.

Cradling the back of her head, he guided her
down to the table top and dropped to his knees. In only his boxers
now, he knelt at the table's side and dragged Benny's ass right to
the very edge. She cried out when he attacked her sweet pussy.
"Dimitri!"

He groaned against her clit and lashed the
swollen bundle of nerves with his tongue. Already, she dripped for
him. He could spend the rest of his life just like this, with his
mouth latched onto her clit and her slick honey coating his chin,
and never tire of it.

She thrashed on the tabletop and smacked the
wood with her flattened palms. He swirled his tongue over the tiny
nub and penetrated her with a finger. She moaned with such
desperation and lifted her hips. Loving the way she responded, he
slid a second finger into her slippery channel and started to
thrust fast and shallow. Her keening cries grew higher and higher
in pitch as he drove her wild with his tongue and
fingers.

When she came, he held her down, forcing her to
take even more of his tongue lashing. She shrieked and rocked her
hips but he didn’t let go. Tonight, he wanted her limp and
breathless and hovering on the verge of passing out before he was
done with her.

He sensed when she'd had enough, maybe too
much, and slowed to a gentle flicking rhythm. She purred like a
kitten and scratched her nails across his scalp while he lapped
slowly at her tender folds. Petting her lower belly, he finally
abandoned her pussy and peppered noisy kisses up her thighs and
along the slope of her stomach. He captured her mouth in a long,
hard kiss and pinched her nipple. Gasping, she arched into him.
"Dimitri…"

Chuckling, he soothed her nipple with his
tongue. "Bedroom?"

"Yes." She caressed his cheek. "I seem to
remember you promising to tie me up tonight."

He spotted the glint of excitement in her dark
eyes. His chest tightened with anticipation as he thought of the
surprise he had in store for her. Grasping her hands, he hauled her
into a sitting position and lifted her off the table. Without
saying a word, he led her into his bedroom. Instead of the harsher
overhead light on the ceiling fan, he chose the two lamps on either
side of his bed. Their dimmer, softer bulbs kept the mood just
right.

Still holding her hand, he dragged
Benny over to the wide, deep closet. He knew the moment she spotted
the contraption he'd installed that afternoon. Her feet faltered
and she bumped into his side. "Is that—? Did you—? A
sex swing
!"

He couldn’t help but laugh at her scandalized
tone. Sliding his arms around her waist, he buried his face in the
curve of her neck and inhaled the sweet scent of her perfume. The
silky ends of her hair tickled his skin. "The first night we were
together we played a little game. Do you remember?"

She nodded. "Red, green or yellow."

"Yes." He reached out and gave the kinky
contraption a swat. The metal hooks and rings jingled as it swayed
back and forth. "What do you say, Benny?"