Russian Heat (4 page)

She looked at the gas heat pump set-up. “Sure it’s safe?”

He gave her backside a clap. “Don’t worry, Russians are the best engineers in the world. In you go. I’ll start this thing.”

Anticipation returned at the thought of a genuine hot shower. Body gel hung from the shower head, and shampoo stood on the shelf, an unexpected luxury.

She took the portable showerhead from Slava and waited. When a spray of warm water hit her waiting breasts she crowed in delight. He laughed, the rare glimpse of his softer side warming her more than heat of the shower.

As she lathered up with the apple-scented gel, Slava turned off the pump’s tap to conserve the heated water. His expression rapt and unsubtle, he submitted her to microscopic scrutiny. She smiled, closed her eyes to rub in the shampoo and heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being slid down, followed by the rustle of fabric. Heat, the scent of skin, and pheromones alerted her he was nearby.

“Rinse me, big boy.”

His snort made her grin, and then a rush of warm water poured over her crown, cascading over her breasts and running down her legs like a caress. The water stopped and she opened her eyes. Slava held the hose over his head, the dark thatch of his armpit exposed as he rinsed his breath-taking body. Stopping the flow of water, he reached for the shower gel but she snatched it away. Droplets slid down his long, lean cheeks, catching in dark stubble as he stared at her, hazel eyes curious.

“Allow me.” She pooled a generous amount of gel in her palm and started with his pecs, slicking the soap over both firm mounds, teasing the stiff pellets of his nipples with lazy circles and sliding her slippery fingers over his defined torso. Building an apple-scented lather over the stepping stones of his steely abs, her forearm brushed the swollen head of his rigid erection, forcing a hiss from him.

“Jane...”

Electrified by his low, hungry tone, she gripped his hard length, felt it throb as she fisted his hot thickness. His cock was thicker underneath the head than at the base, the smooth, velvety head a contrast to the shaft ridged with veins. The thought of his thick shaft ploughing her cunt made her pussy clench and her thighs stiffen. She rested a hand on his broad chest as she jerked him, watched in wonder as lust rearranged him, his expression shifting from stern authority to helpless vulnerability.

“Girls and boys, look what Uncle Vlad found.” Vlad paused in the doorframe, a long foil strip of condoms and lubricant dangling from his hand, a grin of triumph on his wolfish face. His grin faltered as his gaze slid to her hand around Slava. Eyes trained on her hand, he wasted little time shucking his clothes and joining them in the now cramped shower.

She sucked in a breath as he plastered himself to her back, his surging cock nudging the small of her back. With a gentle hand he turned her head to claim her mouth in a hungry kiss. Freshly soaped, she registered the tickle in her nose of mountain dust clinging to his skin. On the surface he tasted minty, like the peppermints she sometimes cadged from him, but underneath laid the taste of raw arousal, a sharp, coppery tang buried in the wet velvet kiss.

Vlad
snaked his other arm around her waist and she absorbed the taboo sensation of being pressed naked between two hard, male bodies, of having one hard, hot cock pressed in her back and another in her hand. Sighing, she rested her head against Vlad’s firm chest while Slava fondled her breasts in his rough, calloused palms.

The illicit, twin handling fired her blood and kicked her heartbeat up another notch. Being pleasured by two men at once was probably illegal in this part of the world. The Russian word for “forbidden” eluded her lust-addled brain, the more familiar German word Verboten taking its place.

Spurred by the heady rush of transgression, she turned sideways to take Vlad’s stiff prick in her free hand. She felt his cock’s pulse leap under her hand. Lightly-haired, the trail of golden hairs from pubis to root tickled her arm as she jacked him, forearm muscles clenching to keep him fisted as she pumped her bicep. Head tilting back, Vlad’s mouth fell open in soundless bliss, frustrating her need to hear his groans of satisfaction. She tightened her grip until he moaned for her.

Savouring
her power, she regretted she couldn’t see herself in the mirror, held between two men, a cock in each palm as she stood on the brink of something big.

~* * *~

Vlad
saw Slava’s pupils spill wide, the eclipse stealing all but a thin band of hazel.

His own pupils were no doubt just as fat, and he groaned as Jane jerked him in time with her grip on Slava. The sight of her tiny, pale fist jerking both his and Slava’s angry, red cocks electrified him, brought on even darker urges. But while he could imagine nothing sweeter than Jane feeding on both their pricks at once, he was more eager to taste her, to get inside the tight cunt that had put such a look of ecstasy on Slava’s face when he’d fingered her.

With gentle insistence he tugged her hands from their cocks, first his and then Slava’s, and filled them with shower gel. Slava rinsed himself, watching them closely, cock still eagerly curved up along his belly. Jane’s brows settled into a frown. “Did I do something wrong?”

“I don’t want to come on those pretty pink toenails in the shower,” he said. “I want to spill somewhere else.”

Jane raised her pale brows. “Do I get any say in this?”

Vlad
winked at her. “Of course. Would you prefer to be carried or dragged by your hair to the bedroom?”

The word “drag” prompted one of his dirtier “Jane fantasies” to flash before his eyes, the one he harboured of taking her for “police” interrogation, Officer Slava cuffing her hands behind her back and both of them applying their side-handle batons in ways outside of their intended use. They made Jane “confess” for hours. In fact, Vlad could use a baton right now, since he hadn’t heard Jane confess what she wanted, and Vlad needed to hear the words, needed to be certain she loved every moment of every filthy thing they did to her.

“Wash me, but hands off my dick or I’ll have to punish you,” he said.

Her eyes flared, betraying more than casual interest, then her small hands were on his chest, rubbing and sliding, scrabbling over his nipples and then swooping down toward his abs. He couldn’t take it. Presenting his back to her he tried to sound bored. “Be thorough with my back.”

Silence, a pause, and then her hands lathered his back in broad strokes. His brow wrinkled at the unexpected compliance. From the corner of his eye he caught sight of Slava exiting the bathroom with the condoms and lubricant, and his mind jumped to the bed waiting in the other room, its wrought iron frame offering a world of possibilities.

A finger slipped between the crevice of his buttocks, probing, and he smirked. There it was--her rebellious streak.

“Bad girl. Do I need to spank you or are you gonna behave and wash Vlad’s back nicely?”

The finger retreated, a sigh making his smile broaden as warm water trickled down his spine, caressing his skin. As the flow ceased, he turned, assessed her upturned face and saw what he wanted. Hooded eyes, heavy with longing.

“Hmmm?”

“Jane, Jane, Jane,” he said.

Her name frustrated him. If she had a Russian name, like Ekaterina, he could call her Katenka, the name a playful caress in itself. Sveta, Ninochka, Masha, the intimate names rolled off his tongue easily. He blinked. Perhaps it was a good thing Jane was just “Jane.”

“What?”

Her husky voice slayed him when he needed to focus. He rested his hands on her shoulders. “How can we climb in the bunk unless I know your intentions?”

“Intentions?”

Did he hear a tad of crankiness at his holding up the show? Good. He stepped into her, backing her up against the tiles, smothering a laugh at her hiss and feeble attempt to push him away. He’d bet those tiles were freezing against her still-wet, rosy skin.

“Vlad!”

“Shhh,” he soothed, and buried a hand between her thighs, pinning her to the tiles with a hand on her shoulder as she struggled. As his fingers found her swollen clit, she froze.

“What I mean is, Slava’s out there waiting, hoping—no praying—that he’s gonna get what he wants tonight, but probably won’t ask for because he doesn’t want to freak you out.”

He pinched the tiny hood over her hard bundle of nerves and savoured her gasping jerk.

“What...what would freak me out?”

“Well, Vlad’s theory of relativity is that one girl’s kink is another girl’s turn-off. It all boils down to what you’re into. So tell me, Jane, what are you into?”

With a stir of his fingers, he made her whimper.

“I don’t—”

“Uh-uh.” Mashing his hand into her clit he forced her to her toes. “‘I don’t know’ is not an acceptable answer from a bright girl like you, but I’ll tell you what. I’ll run through a short-list of possibilities and you squeak if you have a heart-felt objection to any of them.”

The speech he’d refined in his interrogation fantasies pleased him, as did the gush of arousal flooding his hand. She nodded.

“Spanking?”

“Okay, if it’s not too hard.”

“Just yes or no will do.”

“Yebar.” Fucker. He could grow addicted to her filthy Russian. He pinched her clit to punish her for making him have the thought and she squirmed.

“Fisting?”

“No. Not interested.”

“Good girl.” He rewarded her honesty with two fingers in her pussy, felt her clench down on them.

“Restraint?”

“What does that mean?”

“Being tied up or held down.”

“You mean like now?”

“Smart-ass. And a slow learner. Yes or no?”

“Yes.”

“Anal?” He held his breath.

She looked away and he gave her clit a twist.

Her gasp made him plant a rough, fierce peck on her mouth and he had to let her catch her breath to answer.

“I don’t know. I’ve never tried it. I’m not against it. Just, you know, be careful.”

He nodded. “Ever fucked two guys before?”

“No!” Her tart denial tickled him.

“Well, you’re gonna now.” He eased her back off the tiles and slid his hands around her waist. Lifting her off her feet, he ordered her to wrap her legs around him and almost groaned as her hot, wet core pressed against his middle and the pillow of her breasts rubbed his chest.

He stroked her back as he turned and carried her towards the bedroom, not caring about the trail of wet footprints he trooped across the apartment. “Anything else particularly wicked and naughty you’d like to try?” he whispered in her ear.

Her hands stilled their rhythmic clutching at his shoulders. The four words she squeezed out in a halting whisper made his knees buckle slightly and a bead of sweat form on his brow.

Don’t be too gentle.

~* * *~

Slava
held his breath as Vlad lowered himself to the bed, Jane clinging to him, arms around his neck.

“Take this monkey off me, Slava, she’s strangling me.” Vlad’s smirk was hidden from Jane.

Mouth curling into a smile, he lifted Jane as she rained a torrent of filthy Russian abuse over Vlad’s head. Propped up on a pile of clean purple pillows, he pulled her back against his chest and breathed in her wet hair, the vanilla scent of her skin asserting itself through the lingering apple soap wash. He clasped her small waist firmly as Vlad gripped her ankles and parted her legs until her feet rested wide apart on the purple bedspread. If only they had a mirror so he could see the exposed pea of pink flesh he’d rubbed and worried with his fingers earlier.

His hands sought her breasts, fingers skimming the outer arcs with awe as he caught sight of her blue eyes filled with alert expectation, fear nowhere to be seen. This woman bowed to no man or situation. Not even mortars. As soon as his brain laid the thought, the desire to see her bend to his will crowded him. Would she resist long and hard or capitulate fast and sweet? Removing one hand from her breasts, he splayed it over her mouth.

“Suck my fingers.”

“Suck them yourself.” Her defiance lashed him, made his dominant edge keener.

Delighted, he gripped her chin and snarled at her. “Open.”

She jerked in his arms as Vlad spread her labia open wide with a hand on each fold, dipping his thrust-out tongue between her thighs. Thwarted by the angle, his view was limited to Vlad’s head and arms. Slava imagined they were at his Moscow apartment. He had a wardrobe with sliding mirror doors, and a box with interesting toys, and would have Vlad fuck Jane with a dildo as he watched, her head resting against his chest as it was now and her legs spread wide. His eyes would miss nothing as the black rubber sank into her fuck hole, violating her with each plunge.

“Open that fucking mouth,” he demanded and thrilled when she turned her face away, jaw clenched, a moan catching in her throat at what Vlad was doing to her clit.

He used both hands to unhinge her jaw and force his fingers in. “Suck.” He moved a hand to her throat, rested it there, the threat feather-light. Her eyes gleamed and then her tongue swiped his knuckles playfully before warm suction engulfed his fingers. He felt a drop of pre-cum form on his dick.

“That’s more like it.” His heart galloped in his ears, almost drowning out Vlad’s lusty slurping noises and the wet smack of Jane’s mouth on his fingers. Keeping his eyes trained on hers, he drew his fingers out and then forged them back in, setting up a fucking motion that drew a glint of recognition from her. Her back arched, tilting her head against his shoulder, and he saw Vlad had removed his mouth, still wet with her cream, to cosset her pussy with his large, blunt fingers while his thumb stroked her clit like a trigger.

“Babe, you move around too much. How are we expected to fuck you nice if you can’t keep still?” Vlad asked.

He emphasised his point by spearing her with his fingers, making her arch and twist in Slava’s arms. Slava felt his gut tighten at the words, their special meaning. An extra pulse of blood squeezed through his dick as Vlad used his thumb to extort a long, drawn-out moan from Jane. Like him, Vlad liked his fun a little on the mean side.

~* * *~

Some of her sanity returned as Vlad’s relentless thumb retreated. She realised
Slava was whispering in her ear, urging her to scoot along with his hands. “Up, up, up.”

Finding her balance on the swaying mattress, she looked for Vlad. He was leaving now?

The approach of his brisk step sent a tide of relief washing through her. Distracted by the ridge plunging from his lean sides to carve a V-shaped frame around his erection, she didn’t notice the rope until he tossed it to Slava.

Rope? She considered it, came to the conclusion that as long as everyone remembered how to undo their magic knots, she had no issues. Slava kneeled on the mattress, back to her, doing his boy-scout thing with the rope on the wrought iron bed frame, and she admired the clench of his taut ass muscles, wondered if he’d get cranky if she grabbed a handful.

Busy objectifying her protective security, she failed to register Vlad’s stealthy approach until he pounced. A yelp slipped free from her surprised body, and Vlad clapped a hand over her mouth, shooting a glance at the walls. She moaned under his hot, sweaty palm, salty brine tickling her nostrils. He massaged her arm in reassurance. “Shhh, it’s okay, but don’t yell.”

She nodded, heart punching her chest, and he took his hand away to instead pin her against him with a meaty forearm hooked around her waist, pressing her hard up against his slab-like trunk. The furnace of his restraining grip drew sweat from her, rivulets dribbling down her spine as Slava closed in on them. Through heavy lids she noted the stern calm that settled over his harsh features at the sight of Vlad’s arm manacling her. Stopping before her, he nudged the point of his index finger an inch above her navel before tracing the rim of her belly’s pothole. The lazy ripple in her cunt echoed the tightening of her stomach as he fingered her navel slit deeper, the shrapnel grey flecks in his hazel eyes a trap, sucking her deep into his steadfast and tranquil stare.

“You ready for this, Jane?” he asked, and she nodded, though not exactly sure what he meant by “this”.

“Roll on a condom and I’ll put her on your dick,” Vlad said. Slava gave a nod and returned to the bed, positioned himself in the centre of the mattress, stiff erection swaying like a flag pole as he rolled a rubber down his length and tore open a sachet of gel, smearing it from head to root of his cock.

Vlad
lifted her into position over him, giving her enough time to find her balance on her knees, before taking her wrists and placing them behind her back, slipping the rope attached to the bed frame over both wrists. The rough bristles scratched her wrists as Vlad tightened the pulley rope, increasing the tension. He pressed another rope between her hands. “You can pull on this rope to ease the pressure on your arms and wrists. Don’t let go of it. If you drop it, tell us. Those ropes around your wrists okay?”

She flexed her arms. “I guess, it doesn’t hurt.”

“Good, then why don’t you fuck that cock waiting under your ass?”

The crude words made her flush, as they were no doubt meant to. Hands bound behind her, Vlad’s tone turning mean and Slava’s face growing eerily calm, she got an inkling of how dark things were about to get. A shiver wracked her. She pulled on the rope between her hands, testing Vlad’s words, and found it eased the pressure as he’d said.

“Spread your legs wider, babe.” Vlad backed his words up with a hard slap to her rump.

She drilled him with a look. “Technically, you know, my government pays your salary, so you spread your fucking legs.”

“Oh, ho! Aren’t we brave with our hands tied behind our back?”

She snarled, tried to bite him when he planted a palm on each thigh and nudged them outwards, spreading her legs for her. Slava’s cockhead brushed her entrance, and she felt his hands position himself at the mouth of her pussy. She needed no encouragement to bear down on his rigid flesh. Wiggling her hips to slide herself past his thick tip, she groaned as she forced herself down each blissful inch. Slava’s face, open and sweating below her, re-defined ecstasy.

“Jane, fuck.”

His engorged flesh felt just the right size inside her, and she was ready for him to pump her as soon as he stopped gasping and muttering the word “tight” in Russian. The bitter smell of latex and lubricant mixed with the smell of his sweat, a heady aroma that stirred her lust.

“What the fuck are you waiting for, Slava?” she snarled.

His answering rumble of laughter shook her. With her hands bound behind her, and only the soft mattress beneath her knees, Slava had almost full control over the depth of her penetration and he took full advantage of the fact, used his big hands on her hips to toss her high and then slowly slide her back down his length. He tossed her up again, but this time slammed her back down on his hips, drawing a low grunt of surprise and satisfaction from her.

She looked over her shoulder at Vlad, wondering where he fit into the picture, and was surprised by a look of intense longing on his face.

~* * *~

Vlad
thought he might implode.

The sight of Jane slowly sinking onto Slava’s cock had to be the most obscenely beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Her face as she took each inch, mouth rounding in a soundless O, cheeks red, eyes glistening. He could never get enough of that look. Their hot little bitch was in heaven. No doubt Slava’s dick was in heaven too. He snagged a hand in Jane’s hair and tilted her face to force her eyes on him.

“That feel good, Jane? Is Slava stretching your pussy out nice and wide and filling you up?”

“Yes,” she gasped and he smiled.

“Good girl. You keep being good to Slava’s dick and I’ll reward you with a nice fat cock in your mouth.”

He observed how she licked her lips and parted them, offering her mouth to him all wide and hungry. His dick surged at the thought of fucking her hot little mouth while Slava watched. He desperately wanted the visual of such a submissive act on her part. Right now, on her knees, hands bound, her mouth begging for his cock while her pussy was stuffed full of Slava, she was a sight he could easily fall in love with.