Russian Roulette (Russkaya Mafiya) (17 page)

He growls, “Ahhh, that’s it, Krasaaveetsa, you’re mine, baby.”

He nips at my neck and slides his hands around my waist. He picks me up and I keep my legs wrapped around him, while I clutch onto his shoulders. Tate easily carries me about a foot away and sets me on the counter.

He pushes me backward so I’m leaning on my elbows. He looks so gorgeous, his cheeks are stained a slight crimson from being turned on, he’s slightly panting and his hair is sticking out every which way from my hands running through it. He snakes both hands up each of my thighs, pushing the material of my loose, white sundress up until he gets to my lacey thong. He looks at me, his eyes dilating as he takes me in.

Tate starts murmuring in Russian and it shoots straight to my pussy, “YA praava, vee как maya krasaaveetsa, nafsegda (I claim you as mine beauty, forever).”

I sigh, “Mmmm, whatever you’re saying, keep saying it. I love how it sounds.”

My panties are soaked, each time he rasps something new in Russian, I get wetter. He smirks at me, sending me a look that says ‘if you only knew.’ Tate leisurely pulls my thong down my legs and licks his bottom lip a little as he takes me in.

“Please, Tate, don’t slow down, I want you so badly.”

“Shhh, baby, I know.”

He starts with his fingers, pumping steadily inside me.
Holy fuck, does that feel good.
I tug on his hair, to let him know I want more. I just want him. I need to feel all of him deep inside of me. Tate lifts my dress up over my head and starts to kiss me all over. He starts at my tummy eagerly moving up to the tops of my breasts. I’m so glad I chose to wear matching panties and bra today. I want to look perfect for him.

“Oh! That feels soooo good,” I gasp out.

He’s so phenomenal at eliciting these amazing feelings coursing throughout my body. I place my hands on each side of his face and start to tug him up my body more. I don’t want to wait any longer.

“Tate, no more waiting, I need to feel you inside me.”

He peers into my eyes for a few seconds, almost as if he’s re-assuring himself that I really am ready for this. I grin encouragingly and bump his nose lightly with mine. It seems to shake him out of his thoughts and he peels off his shirt.

I run my hands down his smooth, cut body and then on the way back upward, lightly tug on his nipple rings. Sitting up, I draw his left nipple ring into my mouth. I use my tongue to play around with it, tugging with my teeth gently and flipping it back and forth with my tongue. I let it go slowly and look down the rest of his body. His cock is extremely hard, peeking out of the top of his pants. God, it’s so erotic, I just want to lick it.

I whimper, “Can I lick it, Tate?” I keep my eyes on his straining dick so I don’t see his expression.

“Fuck!”

He starts to shove his pants down forcefully. Good, he’s going to let me take him in my mouth. I hope I do as good of a job as he does. I begin to slide off of the counter, to get onto my knees.

“Oh no, Krasaaveetsa, you can put my cock in your mouth later. Right now, I’m going to make that cunt all mine. Hold onto the side of the counter, this is going to be rough.”

My pussy convulses at his words, eagerly awaiting his promise and I feel my wetness dripping down to my butt. Tate grasps my ankles, pulling me so that I slide to the edge of the counter. He kicks his pants the rest of the way off and I see him completely for the first time. Holy fuck he’s big! His dick reaches up to his belly button.
That has to be at least eight inches.
No way will that fit in me. I look at him a little panicked and he answers my trepidation by grabbing the nape of my neck, kissing me passionately.

He grips my thigh in his other hand firmly, then moves the hand away from my nape, using it to pump his cock while he works it into me. Tate rubs the head in my wetness, drawing it up, all along my pussy lips. He parts my lips gently with his cock and then thrusts inside me deeply.

“Oh God!” I gasp at the fresh feel of pleasure and the pinch of pain accompanying it.

It’s been awhile since I was with my ex. Two years actually and he doesn’t hold a candle to Tate’s size. I take a few deep breaths, relaxing my muscles. Tate won’t hurt me purposefully. I trust him. I love him.

He murmurs close to my ear, comforting me, “Good girl, just relax and take me in, baby. It will fit I promise, especially with all your pussy juice leaking everywhere. You are so fucking beautiful like this, fuck, so beautiful.”

It makes me burn up inside to hear him talk about my pussy juices leaking all around his cock. I hold on tight to the edge of the counter as Tate goes to town, thrusting hard into me. It feels as if it’s a really tight fit, but no longer painful, just full.

Tate moves his fingers down between us and holds onto the base of his dick for a few seconds, as it goes in and out of me. He gets his fingers wet from it and then starts to rub light circles on my clit.

It feels out of this world, I’m building, I’m almost…
so close
…oh God I’m going to come.

“Oh my God, Tate, it feels fucking awesome, I’m going to fucking come, please, please, harder!”

“That’s it, Emily, milk my cock. I’m going to fill you up so fucking full of my cum.”

His voice vibrates through me and I explode at his words. I drag my nails down his back, digging in hard. I know it will leave marks. I lean in and bite his neck roughly, as I gasp his name out on the crest of my orgasm.

He hears my gasp “Tate” and his dick starts to pulse frantically inside of me. My pussy is so tight around him, I can feel each time his cock convulses. The warmth of each spurt of his cum, as he paints the inside of me is delicious.

After a few moments, he lays his big body over mine, resting on the kitchen counter for a few beats. His face is placed on my chest as he catches his breath. I relax, softly playing with his hair and close my eyes.

So this is what bliss feels like. I can’t wait until we get to do that again, that’s for sure. A chill runs over me after a minute and I shiver. The granite counter top is not made for warmth or comfort.

Tate must feel me because he stands back up, briefly bending over, placing a soft kiss on my lips and then my forehead. He lifts me up with him easily and carries me to his bedroom. I’m thinking round two, but am pleasantly surprised when he places me in the bath tub.

“Relax and get warm, baby.” He smirks and winks, then turns and leaves the bathroom. Well, guess I’m taking a nice bath then. I don’t mind that at all.

ELEVEN

EMILY

One week later

I needed to come to my apartment to get some more
stuff to take to Tate’s. London and I never once imagined that we would be staying there for so long. It’s going on three weeks now, when we were planning for the latest being one week.

The boys are stuck in class, taking tests that I’ve already completed, so London offered to come home with me. One of the perks of having Tate drive everywhere is we don’t have a car. I consider it a perk since Tate is nice enough to let me use his Mercedes. He told me I could just have the whole freaking car.
Crazy man
. I told him no and instead of arguing back with me, he declared that we will go pick one out that I like.
Yeah right.
I’m not letting him buy me a damn car.

I also can’t fathom that London is still here. I heard her and Cam arguing about her looking for a job last night in Cameron’s room. It took everything I had not to interrupt them. I hate it when they fight, London deserves better than that.

“Hey chick, so, I was thinking, maybe you should just stay here. This semester’s already half way over anyhow. I mean, if you’re planning on coming back to live here for next semester, it’s silly to waste money on the back and forth traveling. You can still do your classes here on a computer, right?” I swiftly glance at her out of the corner of my eye as I drive. I’m a cautious driver; I always try to pay extra attention to everything around me.

“Well, um, about that—I kind of already finished all the assignments that were due for my classes and turned everything in. So now I just have to wait until the professor’s grade all my work.”

“Holy shit! That’s great, London! You need to transfer here, you are way too freaking smart for those classes you take. You truly are the most intelligent person I know. I’m so proud of you, chickadee!” She nods, giving me her signature cocky smile.

“Thanks, you know, I am pretty great. But, so, yeah I was thinking if I liked it, I might just stay and have Mom send me some of my shit. I haven’t done anything or shopped since you left, so I’ve saved literally every penny. I don’t have a lot of money, but I have enough to pay for my first semester if I don’t get picked up for a scholarship right away. I also received my acceptance letter before I came.”

“That’s great, I’m so happy for you! I bet Momma and Elliot are super proud of you for transferring to a university. Hey, we never did get to talk about why you showed up out of the blue with all the drama going on.” Thinking of that shit brings a sick feeling to my stomach.

“Oh my God, I’m glad you brought that up. I completely got side tracked, but I wanted to tell you as soon as I got here. You just looked so happy with Tate; I didn’t want to ruin it right away.”

“And what’s up with Elliot? I’ve called and texted that jerk, a few times.”

“Okay, so I guess the Sheriff went to your granddad’s house to let you know Jeremy was getting released early. Well, Rosa, the lady who Elliot has to come clean, answered the door and got the message. According to Elliot, he didn’t see her for like a week because of their schedules, and the dumb bitch didn’t think to write the freaking message down!” She huffs, irritated. “So, when he finally saw her she gave him the message. He was so pissed, he freaked out and fired her. He showed up to Mom’s house spazzing out about how I had to drive up here to warn you and make sure you were okay.”

“Okay so why didn’t he just call me, then?”

“I guess he had tried to call you and it went to voice mail. I told him you were probably locked in your apartment doing homework with your phone on silent. That is your usual routine. He got pissed believing that Jeremy had already gotten to you; he threw his phone and busted it all up. Then he took my car to the station, filled it up with gas and checked all the fluids while I packed my stuff. He tried calling you again from my phone and it still went to voice mail, so he and Mom shoved me in the car as quickly as possible and programmed my GPS. Elliot handed me a wad of cash saying he’d get a new phone later and sent me on my way with instructions to warn you. It was like nine o’clock at freaking night, so I drove all night long. I was so tired when I got here, but I realized I could catch you after your class. I’m so glad you had given me your schedule and sent me the campus info, because I had a map and was easily able to find where to go. That’s probably why you thought I looked like a zombie when you saw me.”

I shake my head at what she tells me. I don’t doubt it at all, shit like that always seems to happen to her or her family. “Wow, that’s crazy. I wish you would have told me when you first got here, though. We could have avoided some of this possibly. Geez, I had no idea. I even kept telling myself I needed to call you both more, but I just had so much homework that week before our long weekend. Then we kept playing phone tag. Fuck! I can’t believe that freaking psycho is out loose somewhere.”

“I know. I can’t believe it either. Did Tate tell you about what he was screaming about outside when ass fuck wrote on the wall? Did I really hear him say Jeremy is fucking with the Mafia? I mean what is that all about? I asked Cameron but he won’t say anything about it, just tells me it’s none of my business.”

“Shit, I was so upset, I honestly forgot he’d even said that. I’m going to talk to Tate about it.”

We arrive at the apartment complex and drive all around to make sure there are no stalkers hiding out, waiting for me. I’m scared to go into my apartment now, but at least London’s with me.

We park, making our way through the entryway and up to my apartment. I glance at her as I sluggishly unlock and open the door. “Oh, thank god, I was so nervous it was going to be trashed or something.” I let out the breath I was holding and step inside.

Once we get completely inside, I survey the apartment and it appears as if everything is where it was when we cleaned it up before leaving a few weeks ago. “I’m going to jump in the shower really quick since I have my razor here. I have trees growing on my legs.” I smile sheepishly.

“Gross, Em! Why didn’t you just use Tate’s razor? I used Cam’s. He wants to touch me? Then he can lend me his razor.”

“I don’t know. I guess I don’t want him to feel like I’m completely taking over his whole life.”

“Please, that man is making you his whole life. Wake up, darlin’, and smell the rich, fine-ass flowers in front of you. Since everything’s kosher, I’m gonna go downstairs to the laundry and wash the dirty clothes we have here, while you shower and pack. Give me your front door key and I’ll lock the door. Is that okay? Or if you want, I’ll stay until you’re finished.”

“No, go, I’m fine. That’s actually a great idea. Way to kill two birds with one stone.” I wink, grabbing my key off the counter and hand it to her.

“We need to get you a key made; remind me later, after we have lunch. My bed is big enough for both of us, so we can share it until we can move to a two bedroom in the building, okay?” She grabs the key out of my hand and smacks a big, sloppy, wet kiss on my cheek.

“Sounds like a plan, cow, now get your hairy ass in the shower!” She takes off, running and laughing. She’s lucky I love her or I would throw something at her.

“Cow?! Your ass is wayyyyy bigger than mine!”

“Yeah, yeah!” she hollers and walks to the bedroom. I shake my head; she’s a dork.

I head into my bathroom and take a deep breath. I haven’t been taking my anxiety pills while staying at Tate’s and it seems to have cleared my head up more. I’m a little excited, but I think it’s because I get to use all my own stuff.