6. Anton

6

ANTON

My reasons for keeping Nina close aren’t entirely innocent.

Of course, I want to make sure she’s safe while I figure out why the hell two men attacked her barely a hundred yards away from my bar. But I also like having her around.

It took me a while to place the familiar feeling I had as I stared into her pale blue eyes, but as she sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at me, it all came flooding back.

She reminds me of a girl I once dated when I was eighteen. A girl I thought I was going to marry and settle down with. Who I would wake up to every morning wrapped in my arms…

That dream was shattered abruptly.

It’s something I try not to think about very often. I’m surrounded by disgrace every day, which is one of the main reasons I decorated my home like I have.

I wanted a place that was filled with warmth and light. It’s such a contrast to my actual reality that it helps me to disconnect from my real life and forget the past.

I’ve also read that plants and earthy tones are calming to people with Alzheimer’s, and I’ll do whatever I can to help my mother feel at peace despite her illness.

I’m so lost in my own thoughts as I drive back to the city that I barely register the fact that I’m almost at Nina’s apartment. She lives in an upscale apartment block on the Upper West Side, and I can’t help but be intrigued as to what I’ll find inside.

Parking across the street, I hurry inside the building and take the elevator up to the sixth floor.

The place seems safe enough to any regular civilian. But it is lacking, big time.

For one, no one stops me from entering and heading wherever I want to go, nor do they check my identity or if I’m even armed.

And for two, a few pin pads and some security cameras won’t be enough to keep out Igor Ivanov.

Stepping out of the elevator, I turn left and make my way to apartment 6B and punch in the code for the lock.

The moment the door swings open, I’m immediately hit by Nina’s floral perfume.

My eyes close as I inhale deeply, imagining her waiting for me back at home, sprawled across my couch in that skimpy little outfit.

I was hoping to get her back to my place tonight, but I had figured we’d head to my penthouse in the city and in the morning, we’d part ways, both satisfied after a long night of pleasure.

What I wasn’t expecting was to be in her apartment, packing her an overnight bag.

Closing the door behind me, I glance around the small open plan living space.

It’s exactly what I expected, except every available surface is covered in clothes.

“How the hell does she find anything in here?” I reach into my pocket for my phone and open up the list.

I head straight into the bedroom, grabbing an overnight bag from the closet and getting to work stuffing it full with copious amounts of athleisure wear and pale pink tights and skirts. Once I’m finished with all of her clothes, I head to the dresser that is beside her bed and open up the top drawer.

I groan as I look at all the lace panties. “I should have sent someone else to do this.

The last thing I should be doing is imagining what it would be like to get on my knees before her and sliding the lace over her toned thighs, but I can’t fucking help it.

She’s intoxicating, and my cock is begging me to take her to my bed.

Part of me wonders whether Nina wanted me to be the one to go through her underwear drawer as part of the chase.

Well, lucky for her, it’s fucking working.

Ignoring the throbbing ache in my pants, I grab a handful of panties and throw them into the bag before zipping it up and carrying it into the bathroom.

Once I’m all done with the toiletries and makeup, which was probably a more stressful experience than taking out those two guys in the alley, I scan the list and realize there’s one last item—a massage gun which, according to the instructions, should be in her top drawer.

I root around the underwear drawer once more, trying not to groan at the feeling of the lace against my fingers, before finding the massage gun.

I wasn’t expecting it to be hot pink with such a large domed head, but then again, I know fuck all about dance. Perhaps it’s shaped differently for a reason, so I toss it in the bag and zip it shut.

“This woman might be the death of me.”

I sling the bag over my shoulder and head out of Nina’s apartment with the most raging hard on I think I’ve ever experienced.

When I arrive back at the house, I find Nina in the living room, flicking through the streaming services on the TV.

A warm feeling spreads through my chest at the sight of her looking so at home.

Other than my mother, no other woman has ever stayed at my house, and I’m surprised at how comforting it is.

Don’t get used to it.

Nina glances over her shoulder and offers me a smile that has my cock twitching.

“Did you find everything ok?” She pops a grape into her mouth.

“I didn’t know it was possible to own so many pairs of tights.” I set the bag down on the couch. “But yes, I think I got everything.”

She chuckles as she sets the grapes onto the coffee table and pulls the bag onto her lap.

“Uh, I don’t remember this being on the list.” Her cheeks burn red as she pulls out the hot pink massage gun.

“You said you needed your massage gun.” I plop down on the couch beside her, crossing an ankle over a knee.

“I did.” Her blush deepens. “But this isn’t my massage gun.”

I frown, staring at the hot pink wand for a moment.

Holy fuck. That’s her fucking vibrator .

“Oh, uh, shit.” I run my fingers through my hair. “You said it was in your top drawer.”

“In the closet.” She chuckles. “But nice to know you had a good root through my underwear.”

I shift in my seat, adjusting myself as Nina buries the vibrator at the bottom of her bag.

Now all I’m going to be imagining is her using the damn thing while she’s staying in the room next to mine. “I’m sure you can find a use for it.”

“I’m sure I can, but it’s not going to help the Achilles injury I’m recovering from,” Nina mutters. “Daily massages are part of my treatment.”

“Then I’ll hire you a masseuse.” I shrug, throwing an arm over the back of the couch. “Or better yet, I’ll do it myself.”

“Oh, so you’re trained in remedial deep tissue sports massage?”

“How hard can it be?” I smirk, patting my thigh.

“Says the guy who can’t tell the difference between a vibrator and a massage gun?”

“Oh, I could tell the difference.”

I sure as hell couldn’t but that’s because I’ve never had to use one on a woman before.

My tongue, fingers, and cock tend to be enough for them, but I have to say I’m intrigued at the thought of watching Nina use it on herself…

“You’re a terrible liar.” Nina scoffs, tossing the bag on the floor. “But it’s interesting to know that you thought I’d be needing my vibrator. Is that because your skills at making a woman come are so lackluster?”

I bark a laugh.

“Forget Emma, I think you’re the true ball buster.”

“Interesting that you don’t deny the claim,” Nina muses, fiddling with her hair.

“My reputation speaks for itself, zayka .”

“I wasn’t aware you had one, kotik .” Her blue eyes dart to mine, and I let the need I’m feeling for her reflect in my own. I can’t help but feel smug as I watch her throat bob, knowing that she’s imagining me making her come.

“Kitten, huh?”

“Well, you did call me bunny.”

“Fair. Well, let me give you a massage as an apology.” I spread my thighs wider. She rolls her eyes but shifts her position so that she’s sitting up against the arm of the couch with her legs stretched out in front of her.

“It’s the left one.”

I pull her delicate feet into my lap.

She scowls at me as I gently wrap my hands around her ankle and start massaging her calf. Her skin is so soft beneath my touch, and I’m desperate to roam further.

I glance at Nina to find her leaning back with her eyes closed, a soft sigh escaping her lips as I work her calf.

“I think I’m doing a pretty good job.” I chuckle as I release her calf.

Her eyes fly open, and she frowns.

“It was beginner's luck.” She scowls. “And I didn’t say you could stop.”

“I can assure you, there was no luck involved.” I smirk.

I let my fingers gently stroke up and down her legs, her skin pebbling beneath my touch. She watches me with slightly glazed eyes, and I take a chance and roam a little higher, letting my thumbs massage just above her knees.

Her breath hitches, and her muscles clench beneath my touch.

Fuck.

She’s desperate for some friction, to relieve the ache that I know is building between her thighs from my touch.

My cock strains against my zipper, but I fight the urge to palm my length, not when Nina already made it clear she didn’t want to take this any further tonight.

The ball is in her court, so my hands are going to stay exactly where they are until she tells me otherwise.

Though it seems she might have changed her mind as she pushes herself up into a sitting position, her eyes flicking to my lips.

“What do you want, Nina?” I squeeze her thighs.

“Anton,” she gasps, her thighs slightly parting.

The sound of my name on her lips has my cock starting to leak, but I refuse to make the first move. It has to come from her.

As if she can read my thoughts, she leans closer and captures my mouth with hers.

She’s hesitant to start with, her soft lips gently nipping at my mouth.

I move to cup her cheek, pressing my thumb beneath her chin to angle her head back, giving me better access. I slowly tease my tongue along her lower lip, a silent request for her to part them.

The groan that builds in my chest as my tongue slides against hers is nothing short of feral.

I sink my fingers into her thighs as I try to control myself, but she tastes so damn sweet, and I want more.

“Nina,” I grunt, pulling away and resting my forehead against hers as I catch my breath.

She chuckles before shifting herself so that she’s straddling my lap.

My hands go to her waist as she kisses me, her tongue eagerly forcing its way into my mouth as she slowly starts to move her hips.

“Nina,” I hiss as she grinds against me, her lace-covered pussy rubbing up against the bulge in my pants.

“Oh my god,” she moans, her head falling to my shoulder as she tries to catch her breath.

Now it’s my turn to chuckle.

“Does that feel good, zayka ?” I murmur as my fingers dig into her waist, and I gently move her hips back and forth, rubbing myself against her heat.

She moans again, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

“What do you need?”

She pulls back and looks at me with glazed eyes.

“You,” she gasps before kissing me deeply.

Thank fuck.

I shift her back onto the couch and move to my knees in front of her.

Nina’s eyes go wide as I roam my hands up her thighs, pushing them wider and exposing her lilac panties to me.

She’s already damp along the center, and my mouth waters at the thought of tasting her arousal.

“I’m enjoying this color scheme.” My fingers tease along the waistband of her panties. “May I?”

She nods, her throat bobbing.

I dip my fingers into the waistband and gently tug them down her thighs.

Once they’re over her ankles, I pocket the lace and place my hands on her knees, pushing them apart to reveal her slick pussy.

“Nina,” I groan as I take in her glistening folds.

“Please,” she gasps, her head falling back against the couch.

I rest her thighs on my shoulders before dipping down and running my tongue along her core.

She cries out at the first lick, and I almost come in my pants from the taste.

She’s so wet, and I eagerly lick at her arousal, groaning at the sweet taste of her.

“Nina,” I growl.

Her hips buck as I gently flick her clit, and I love how responsive she is to my touch. With every lick of her core, her moans become louder, and it’s like music to my ears. I can’t get enough.

“You taste so good,” I grunt before thrusting my tongue inside her core.

She cries out, her fingers sinking into my hair as she grinds against my face.

“Yes!” she cries as I pump my tongue inside her.

Her pussy gets slicker with each thrust, and I move my hands to grip her ass, holding her closer against me as I fuck her with my tongue.

I moan, my cock straining against my zipper as I imagine pumping my length inside her. I’m so desperate to pull it free and stroke myself as I feast on her pussy, but I want all the attention to be on her pleasure.

“Oh fuck !” Her fingers tug on my hair as her thighs tremble.

She’s so close, so I lick along her center before giving her clit some attention.

I gently flick the bundle of nerves before wrapping my lips around it and sucking hard.

“Yes!”

I work her clit faster, licking at sucking at the sensitive bud until her cries of pleasure grow louder.

“That’s it, zayka . Come for me.”

“ Anton !” she screams as her body shudders with release, and a rush of wetness pools between her thighs.

I continue to suck on her clit until she collapses back against the couch, her body limp with pleasure. I press a soft kiss to each of her thighs before sitting back on my heels, admiring how wet and swollen her pussy is.

Nina glances down at me, her eyes glazed, and her cheeks flushed.

She looks so fucking beautiful.

“Anton,” she sighs.

“Yes, zayka ?” I stroke the backs of her thighs.

“I need more,” she whispers.

“Show me what you need, Nina.”

She closes her legs and carefully shifts her body so that she’s on her hands and knees.

I fight a groan as I reach out to lift her skirt up around her waist, giving me the perfect view of her ass.

“Christ.” I palm her perfect cheeks. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” she moans, arching her back.

I don’t need to be told twice. I get to my feet behind her, keeping my left hand on her ass and gently massaging the soft flesh as I work my belt with the other. I let out a groan as I pull my cock free, the tip already glistening with precum.

“Do I need a condom?” I run the tip along the crease of her ass, and her body shivers.

“I’m all good.”

“Thank fuck,” I grunt as I reach down to tease the head against her entrance.

She’s so slick and warm, and I know it won’t take us long to reach completion.

I grip her hip with my left hand and slowly sink my cock inside her tight pussy.

“Oh, yes!” She throws her head back as she takes all of me.

“So fucking pretty.” I move my other hand to her hip, slowly pulling out before sliding back in to the hilt.

Her inner walls clench around my length, and I have to still my movements to try and calm myself.

She feels incredible, but I want to make sure she comes again before I finish.

“Fuck me, Anton,” she begs, looking at me over her shoulder.

Her dark bangs are slightly messy, and her cheeks are flushed as her breathing quickens.

“I was giving you a chance to adjust, lapochka .” I stroke her hips as I admire her incredible body.

“I’m…adjusted.”

I chuckle as I slide out of her pussy and thrust back in, hard .

She gasps as I fill her, her soft moans like a high I’m trying to chase with each pump of my cock inside her.

“That’s it, Nina.” She grows slicker with each thrust. “Fuck yes, that’s it.”

“Yes, yes, yes !” she cries, pushing back against me, matching my pace as she chases her release.

Nina lowers her upper body so that it’s flush against the couch, giving me even deeper access.

From this angle, I know my cock will brush against her sensitive inner walls, but I want to give her even more.

I reach around to rub slow circles on her clit as I increase my pace.

“You feel so fucking good, zayka ,” I groan as my movements grow sloppier.

My spine starts to tingle as my balls slap against her ass, and I’m so damn close to spilling that I can barely think straight.

“I-I’m… coming —” she pants.

She cries out as she climaxes, her pussy pulsing around my cock.

The pleasure is almost unbearable, and with one last hard thrust inside her slick core, I spill inside her.

“Oh fuck,” I hiss.

“So good,” she moans as I continue to move inside her, giving her every last drop.

“I guess you won’t be needing the vibrator after all.” I chuckle.