Chapter 6

DIMITRI

Anya is my dream come true.

Her face flushes, and her mouth slightly parts as if in anticipation—everything is a picture of perfection. The heat between our bodies is high, scorchingly high. Her eyes, heavy with lust, scan my face before settling on my lips.

I dig my fingers into the flesh of her ass, grinding her hips over me as I draw her closer and closer until no space remains between us. My lips tease hers, seeking the friction of her mouth, urging me to feel their petal-like softness once more.

“How about this?” I say, pulling away and curling a wet strand of her hair around my fingers. “If you want me, and I want you, how about just one night?”

Her gaze widens. “One night of what?”

I bring my mouth close to hers again, feeling her breath on my face. “One night of raw, untamed fucking,” I propose huskily, loving the way her pupils dilate. “I’ve wanted you too, for two years. Give us one night, and we can get rid of this tension.”

“Just one night?”

“Just one.”

“Yes.” Her reply is eager as she nods. “Take me however you want, for tonight.”

“Kiss me, sweetheart,” I murmur, brushing my lips against hers.

She inhales deeply, her hands finding the sides of my face. She tilts her head, placing her mouth on me as she closes her eyes.

This time, her kiss doesn’t take me by surprise; it doesn’t fill me with torment. Instead, it releases something fearsome in me, something wild.

I move a hand to the back of her head, unleashing myself on my son’s ex-girlfriend.

She gasps as I pry her mouth open with my tongue, kissing her the only way I know how. My lips are hungry, ravaging her. The taste of her is sweet and salty, a bit tangy from the food she just had. It floods my senses like a rush of adrenaline.

Anya moans when my piercing works around her tongue, her teeth scraping against mine and our breaths mingling. She kisses me with the same fervor, digging her fingers into the flesh of my shoulders as she adjusts herself over me.

“Goddamn,” I groan into her mouth. “You taste like heaven.”

She pulls away from me after a kiss that leaves my lips tingling. Anya’s hooded eyes blink. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she says, tracing her fingers down my chest and mapping my abs before reaching the hem of my T-shirt.

“We absolutely shouldn’t,” I say, watching her hands work to pull up the shirt.

She exhales as my torso gets exposed inch by inch. Her thighs squeeze around mine, and the wetness between her legs leaves a damp patch on my jeans. “You’re my professor,” she says, the shirt rising past my chest.

“I know,” I say, raising my arms above my head so she can strip me of the material. Years of tattoos covering my skin are exposed, yet the heat of her appreciative gaze alone makes my skin feel hot.

“You’re older than me,” she whispers, seemingly lost in a trance as her eyes ogle me.

“A lot.” I nod. “I know. You sure you want to do this?” My heart skips a beat when she furrows her brow.

She cocks her head, bringing her attention back to my face. “Absolutely,” she says, her lips curling into a smile.

Releasing a breath, I lean back and let out a raspy chuckle. “You’re one of a kind, you know that?”

Anya leans forward, the ends of her hair tickling my skin. With the TV still on behind her, the glow from the screen gives her a goddess-like appearance, illuminating her silhouette. “You’re so handsome,” she says, her tongue darting out to lick my stubbled chin.

“Am I?” My skin tingles in response to her quick, short breaths against me, and my cock swells in my jeans every time she caresses me. I am coming undone, but I force myself to let her be in control.

For now.

She drags her mouth down my jaw, peppering me with warm, wet kisses that have me throwing my head back against the couch with how needful they are.

“I like this.” She kisses my Adam’s apple. “I like these.” She drags her fingers along my collarbones to my arms, tracing the tattoos on my biceps. “And these.” She moves her hands down my chest and over my abs.

Wanting to give her easier access to my torso and the fly of my jeans, I shift my ass forward on the couch so I can lean back. Her on my lap looking at me with such desire has been a fantasy for years, but her touch now moving lower reminds me this is real.

When her nails catch on the waistband of my jeans, she locks eyes with me before lowering her hands farther. Her lips part as they land on the bulge in my jeans. She squeezes my length, and I swear I nearly cum then and there.

“And that?” My voice comes out strained, my eyes fixed on her hand that is gripping me. “You like my cock, Anya?”

She licks her lips, looking at me through thick lashes. “Yeah. It seems big.”

A smirk teases the corner of my lips. “It doesn’t only ~seem~ big, sweetheart. It ~is~ big.”

Anya’s eyes darken a shade as she says, “I won’t believe you until I have it in my mouth.”

~God…this woman.~

I grab her face, placing a heated kiss on her lips before pulling away. My hands reach for my belt buckle and undo it. I take my cock out, causing Anya to gasp when she spots Jacob’s ladder piercings embedded in the underside of my velvety flesh.

“You see this, baby?” My words come out husky as I rub a hand down the length of my tool, my desire for her already leaking from my tip. “You think it ~seems~ big now?”

“Fuck…” The curse escapes Anya’s lips in a breathless whisper.

She is quick to slap my hand away from my cock, replacing it with her own. Her hungry eyes on it make the lust slither inside my veins, bringing it to a boiling point.

Anya holds the base of my cock, her thumb tracing the seven piercings. She looks at me once, shifts farther back on my lap until she is perched on my knees, then bends her head until her mouth is hovering over my tip.

Her tongue extends to lick the precum from my head like it is ice cream, sending a rush of liquid heat up my body.

My hand reaches for the back of her head, driven by animalistic instincts that wish to be rough with her, but I manage to control myself, holding her hair back instead.

“Fuck… Take it, sweetheart,” I beg. “Take my big fucking cock in your mouth.”

She hums. “I didn’t think you’d have cock piercings too,” she whispers, her breath fanning my dick’s round head, where more precum leaks from.

I can’t see her face, but I can picture her lips coated with my seed. “You like it?” I ask, my voice low.

“I love it,” she says, turning her head to give me a look. “Can I suck you?”

“Baby, you don’t have to ask.” I sound pathetically horny. “I’m all yours.”

That encourages her to go down again. Her hot mouth opens and sucks the head of my cock inside her.

“Oh god,” I moan, my hand in her hair clenching into a fist. “Yes, baby. Just like that.”

Pulling back up, she squeezes the base of my cock. “Is this okay? Is this too hard?”

“Not at all, sweetheart. You can squeeze harder. Here.” I wrap my free hand around her fingers, showing her what my cock can take.

Anya slaps my hand away again before she leans down and takes me into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks around me. Her tongue circles my tip, and her lips slurp with hunger, drawing a string of curses from my throat.

“Holy fuck—your mouth, Anya… It’s…”

She continues to suck me while working the base of my cock, moving her fingers around the width of it. She is barely able to accommodate its thickness inside her, gagging every time my hips buck to feel more of her on me.

“God…yes… You look so good like this, baby.”

Releasing my cock, she lifts her head to find my face. “Do I, ~Professor~?”

Her smirk tells me she means to poke fun at me with that title. But I am too far gone, too drunk in her lust to let that faze me. If anything, it turns me on even more.

I slide my tongue ring over my bottom lip, the action immediately catching her attention. She gulps, and the air thickens with what is to come next.

“On your knees, Miss Renée,” I order, letting go of her hair.

A spark of something wild flashes in her pupils. “Yes, sir.”