Chapter 14

Cheyenne

If that wasn'ta loaded question, I didn't know what was.

There were so many answers, but none of them felt exactly right.

Sex?

Absolutely.

As much of him as I could get while we were together?

For sure.

A relationship?

I had no idea.

"Let's go upstairs and find out," I whispered.

His response was to kiss me again, but just lightly, before calling out to the driver. "Take us back to the hotel, please, Rick."

"Sure thing, Mr. Rochenko."

Ivan kept his arm around me, holding me firmly on his lap as we pulled up to the hotel, and then waited as the driver got out to open the door and hand me my bag. I always had a go bag when I went to photo shoots, with changes of clothes, basic toiletries, whatever I might need should I decide to go out afterward.

Ivan took my bag from Rick, thanked him, and then wrapped his fingers around mine as we walked to the elevators.

"You don't have anywhere to be tomorrow?" he asked as we stepped inside.

I shook my head. "I was going to do some shopping, maybe see friends."

He nodded. "I don't have anything that I know of, but Coach sometimes calls for meetings, and he's all about team building activities lately, so I could be dead asleep and then get a call that we're heading to an escape room or something."

I chuckled. "That's okay. You have responsibilities. We'll adapt."

We didn't talk the rest of the way to his room, and I stepped inside wondering what to expect.

It wasn't small, but it wasn't a suite either.

"Too small?" he asked, reading my mind.

"It's clean and has a big bed," I said, turning to watch as he pulled off his jacket.

"It's all I need," he said, unbuttoning his shirt and taking it out of his pants.

I was fascinated, watching him casually undress.

When he pulled off his shirt and tossed it onto the nearest chair my breath hitched a little.

I'd never seen him shirtless before and it was… nice.

More than nice.

His shoulders were broad and tapered into a thinner waist and hips. His abs were perfection, and I couldn't help but lick my lips when I spotted the V made by his oblique muscles.

In my experience, those were done with photoshop seventy-five percent of the time.

But Ivan's were real.

And I desperately wanted to lick a trail up one and down the other.

But he wasn't done yet.

He undid his belt and tossed it after the shirt, letting his dress pants fall to his feet.

Then he turned to me, his blue eyes finding mine in the semi-darkness.

"Do I put on sweats or keep going?"

"Definitely keep going," I breathed.

"Everything?" A faint smile played on his lips.

"Mmm, yes." I nodded. "Because I can't wait to suck your dick."

He didn't seem to be in any hurry, sliding off his boxers as if he stripped for me every day.

Dear lord, this was going to be worth the wait.

I'd been with well-endowed men, but Ivan was…spectacular. It wasn't just about his size, which was above average, but also the girth and the fact that it stood up straight and tall, bobbing against his groin proudly. And still, he seemed content to watch me watching him.

"On your knees or on the bed?" he asked quietly.

I loved that he was so matter of fact.

He wasn't playing games or trying to seduce me.

We were past all that.

He simply wanted to know what I wanted.

"I'd love to be on my knees for you," I whispered. "Just need a pillow." I grabbed one from the bed and dropped it in front of him. I was skinny and my knees were bony. There was no other way to put it. I'd be uncomfortable quickly if I didn't have some sort of cushion beneath me, and I didn't want to rush this.

I was a woman who enjoyed giving head.

I liked the power that came with it, knowing the man was essentially under your control. There was a dynamic I enjoyed with oral sex, one that surprised most men I was with.

Ivan didn't seem surprised or worried or anything else.

The only word to describe him right now was content.

He knew what was coming and was here for it.

As was I.

"What do you want from me?" I whispered, gazing up at him as I kneeled in front of him.

He chuckled. "There's something more I should want beyond what you're about to do?"

"Clothed, unclothed… you know."

"Anything you want, sweetheart."

I leaned forward and brushed my lips along the underside of his shaft. He was clean and manscaped, his thick and muscular thighs framing my head as I nuzzled him. Everything about him was strong, masculine, and made my girlie parts clench with desire. Need. Arousal.

Just being this close to him was enough to get me worked up.

I licked a trail along the vein that ran parallel to his cock, lightly nipping at the skin.

Every time I glanced up, he was watching me with a look I could only describe as… adoration? There was something incredibly sexy about the way he looked at me, because while he was obviously enjoying himself, he also seemed to care about what I was feeling. He slid a gentle hand down, running his fingers through my hair as I licked and teased, still watching, occasionally letting out soft moans or hisses of pleasure.

When I finally wrapped my lips around him and sucked deep, he sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers tightening around my hair.

"Fuck, baby, that feels amazing…"

There wasn't a chance in hell I'd be able to deep throat him, but I'd give it as much of a shot as I could. I sucked deeper, using one hand to follow the path of my mouth while the other squeezed and kneaded his balls. He moved in and out of my mouth in a slow, steady rhythm, obviously in no rush, and not interested in choking me either.

"Right there, baby… yes." He picked up a little speed, his breath catching as I sucked harder. "Just a little more…fuck!" He shot off with a growl, and I held on tight, milking him with my hands and mouth, trying to draw out his pleasure as long as possible.

He shuddered a few times, pulsing in my mouth, before I finally pulled free.

Before I could move, he scooped me up and tossed me on the bed. He covered my body with his, his mouth finding mine with no hesitation. Our lips and tongues tangled with delicious anticipation, as if my sucking him off hadn't been anything but an appetizer.

Somehow, I knew Ivan wouldn't disappoint me.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered.

"You. Inside me."

"Yes, but how?" He brushed my hair off my face. "Don't give me some generic answer. Tell me exactly what you like and what it takes to get you off with intercourse. All women are different, and many of you can't get off that way."

"Clitoral stimulation," I whispered. "Or if you can find my G-spot. Most guys can't. Not from the front anyway."

He smiled. "You telling me you like anal?"

"I love it. But I'm not prepared tonight."

"Noted." He went back to kissing me, his hands sliding beneath my blouse as we touched and caressed.

I'd changed into jeans and a top after the shoot, and that was what I was wearing now, minus the boots I'd kicked off the moment we got to his room. Somehow, he divested me of my blouse and jeans before I'd realized what was happening, and then, without even breaking our kiss, I was naked too. Our bodies were pressed together, lying on our sides now, and he never stopped touching me. His hands were big and slightly callused, but they felt great on my skin. He knew exactly how much pressure I needed to feel good and when he dropped his mouth to my neck, I sighed against him.

"Yes… I love that, but please, no marks. I can't with work…"

"Of course not." He didn't seem to mind, licking a soft trail down my throat, along my collarbone, and then between my breasts. My head fell back, basking in the pleasure of his touch, and all I could do was whimper when he softly sucked on one of my nipples.

"Hard or soft?" he asked.

"Soft… they're very sensitive."

"Mmm, yes." He gently pulled a nipple between his lips, tugging lightly and then using his hands to squeeze my breasts. "They fit perfectly, as if they were made just for me."

Fuuuuuck.

That felt good.

He moved from one breast to the other, sucking, licking, nipping, and biting, until I was squealing and squirming, desperate for more.

"God, Ivan, please!"

"You want me to make love to you now?"

"Yes." My breath caught at the use of that terminology. Most guys would be talking dirty and being as crude as possible, but not Ivan. No, my sweet, sexy Russian was more thoughtful than that.

And I loved it.

I hadn't noticed him put condoms on the bed, but one appeared as if by magic, and he slid it on before pushing me onto my back. "I can't play with your clit if I'm on top. Shall we try something different? Less intimate, but more options."

"Sure."

To my surprise, he turned on his side and moved between my legs, lifting my right leg over his left hip as he positioned himself at my core. Then he pushed inside of me with one slow, steady thrust that made my eyes roll back. He felt even bigger inside me, and I shifted, to take him deeper. I liked how it felt to be filled, hot and tight and slippery.

When he used his right hand to softly coax out my clit, I sighed happily.

"I hate not being able to kiss you," he whispered, "but I'll make it up to you with how many times I make you come."

"Yesss." I lifted my hips, taking him deeper, and he started to move, his cock gliding in and out in time to whatever he was doing to my clit. Pinching and stroking, changing up the rhythm and the pressure to keep me on edge.

My first orgasm caught me by surprise, exploding out of me with ferocity, my hips jerking as I cried out.

"That's it," he encouraged, leaning over to kiss my neck. "That felt so good, baby."

"But you didn't…" I whispered in confusion as I caught my breath.

"Not yet. I've already come once, remember? You needed to catch up. We'll do it together the second time." He turned onto his back and tugged me with him so that I was straddling him, my hair falling forward onto his chest. "Perfect. Just like that. Now find the rhythm that will get you there a second time."

I started to rock, up, down, back and forth, getting used to how it felt to have him inside me. He was by far the biggest guy I'd ever been with, and I loved it. It would have been painful had I not been so wet, but every time he looked at me with his sapphire-blue eyes, I got aroused all over again.

His hands were on my hips, kneading and gently lifting me. He didn't seem to be in any hurry, still, and let me guide our pace.

"Ivan…" I whimpered, whether it was with frustration or need, I couldn't be sure, but he knew.

"You ready to come again, baby?"

"So ready."

"You trust me to make it good for you?"

"Of course."

He thrust up deep. So deep it was almost too much. Then he slid a finger between my legs, pushing it alongside his cock. When he pulled it out, it glistened with my arousal and he slowly put it in his mouth, sucking it clean.

"I knew you'd taste good."

"Ivan…" All I could manage was his name, because it was so erotic to watch him do that.

He pressed the finger inside of me again, but this time from the back, spreading the arousal along my slit up to my second hole.

Oh, fuck.

I knew what was coming and my body clenched with excitement.

He put just the tip of his middle finger against the puckered hole, snapping his hips up to meet mine.

"Breathe," he whispered, pushing past the slight resistance. "Just like that." He pressed in a little further, using his free hand to toy with my clit.

The plethora of sensations had me writhing, desperate for release, as he teased me, touched me, and fucked me, all at the same time. My ass burned a little, but in a good way, and my pussy ached from being stretched so wide for so long. Even my clit was more sensitive after orgasming once already, but I was poised to go off yet again.

"That's it…" His finger was deep in my ass now, moving, pressing, searching for the spot that would light me up a second time.

This time, my orgasm was slow and gradual, coiling in my belly and building to a crescendo that was like a strike of lightning. I stiffened, jerked, and then screamed through it, the plethora of sensations taking me on a ride I'd never been on before.

The moment was unlike anything I'd ever experienced and all I could do was let it crash around me, over and over again.