3. Vitali

THREE

Vitali

F uck me, she’s perfect. Stasi balances herself holding my good joint as I stretch my leg, so it doesn’t let locked up; her other goes to the edge of the sofa, but she’s more open in her own space. Awe wraps itself around my words as I press my hand flat against her sternum so I can watch her as she rides me.

“You’re working so hard for my dick, my perfect little slut.” Widening my legs for the best view, I stroke up her chest and massage everything but her nipples as she rolls her hips. “One day I’m going to fuck you bare, feel this tight cunt dripping for me.”

Her growl is cute as fuck when she tells me to shut the fuck up but we both know it has her soaked.

She wraps her arms around my neck and rewards me for talking by giving me her lips. My hands automatically go to her ass, slapping and pulling her cheeks apart while she moans into my mouth.

“Fuck, fuuuuucck, Tali, I’m going to come.”

The best part of fucking my girl is both lips opening for me. There’s nothing within reach I can use for lube, so I settle for thrusting up into her as my hand leaves a mark on her perfect ass. When she tightens around me, her head falling back and nails scoring against my shoulder, I push her ass down and grind up into her.I know my girl, physically anyway, and I increase the pressure against her clit.

“Come for me, sweetness,” I beg while I work for her climax like I should. Her moans are fucking perfection as she presses her chest against mine. Her nipples are always sensitive, and she digs her nails into my skin even harder at the friction.

She’s close and she clumsily pulls her lips away as she presses her forehead to my temple, moaning directly into my ear.

“Fuck, don’t stop.”

I slouch to get the perfect angle, and my thumbs push against her hips as I grind her against me with a promise. “Never, malyshka.”

There’s no refusal so I take the win and bite into her shoulder, a spot she can cover when I want my marks on her face, so everyone knows she’s mine. But I compromise for her comfort as she tenses, muting those beautiful moans I’ve worked so hard for, and she slowly shatters. Stasi fights her release like she’s afraid of it and I softly kiss across her collarbones as I hum, “Let go for me.”

Her nails score down my neck, making me wince at the thin burns but I’m awestruck as she wraps in on herself and comes with my name on her lips.

“Tali, fuck, Tali.”

I think I moan, who fucking knows when the formidable Anastasia is saying my name. I hate fucking her wrapped, I deserve to feel what I do to her, and she presses a sweet kiss to my lips before shakily sliding off me and going to her knees. She doesn’t need any instructions and removes the condom, replacing it with her mouth. I comb her hair away from her face and hold it at her crown as she rolls her eyes, knowing I’m about to give her my speech.

“Make me come with your mouth only and I’ll give you an hour of no talking.”

The offer is genuine, she always struggles to fully take me, so I know I’m going to win. I’ve underestimated how much she hates conversation as she pushes her hands behind her back and gives me the best head of my fucking life. Spit flows from the sides of her mouth and her eyes are hard in determination as she makes herself choke on me. Wrapping her hair around my fist to slow her down doesn’t work and she pushes her face forward, gagging around me.

I’m thankful for the drugs buying me time as I tense every single muscle in my body to stop from blowing. My body alone is no fucking match for her will as she swallows around me, her cheeks hollowed and those beautiful eyes open and on me. She bobs her head faster, fucking wrecking me and I moan, pathetically. Fuck me. She smiles, she actually fucking smiles, her eyes sparkling, and I’m fucked.

When she hums, I can’t hold back and pull on her hair, trying to keep my calm. It doesn’t help, the vibrations travel up my length and settle into my balls as she sucks my soul out of my body.

Pushing her head down, I groan, “Don’t waste a fucking drop.”

My Stasi nods and strokes up my legs, the hand leading to my fucked up knee is extra gentle, and I widen my thighs knocking it away. She always fucking does this, acts like a cold-hearted bitch but her hand is never malicious on that point on my body.

Dragging her off my dick when it’s too sensitive to cope with her, I pull her up by her hair and turn her, so she’s sitting with her back against my chest. The horror movie is still playing, and I blindly restart it on the opening murderous rampage; my girl is like me, she loves the blood and violence.

Her breath hitches as I grab her throat and push two fingers into her.

“Play with your tits, while I keep your cunt filled.”

She rolls her head on my shoulder and smiles full of mischief before she opens her mouth, sticking her cum-coated tongue out.

Fucking perfection.

The warmth in my tone doesn’t match the degrading words as I slap my palm off her clit.

“My dirty little slut, you love playing with my cum, don’t you?”

Her audible gulp is the only answer I need, and she goes back to pretending to ignore me. It’s an act and her fingers press against my bottom lip as she dims the lights. Sucking them into my mouth, I cover them in my spit and watch the red glow of blood reflect onto her body. Her fingers don’t go to her chest, and she looks at me from the corner of her eyes as she slowly moves lower and moans louder as her fingers go above mine to her clit.

I curl my fingers as I watch her, waiting for a single thought to fall from her beautiful lips that will allow me to see her rather than fuck her. She hardens her eyes between her moans, as always, shutting me out. Pulling her up to sit taller, I dip my head under her arm and flick her nipple with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth.Her moans get closer together, only one word on her lips that makes me deflate and puff my chest out at the same time.

“Tali.”

It’s soft and gentle, but I’m not the only thing in her fortress of a mind. She doesn’t allow any vulnerability as she rolls her hips, riding my fingers, and she knows I’m about to speak as I let her pretty dark pink nipples go. Her fingers thread through my hair and she bites my bottom lip before sucking on it to soothe the sting. A groan works through me at the feeling of her full on me, surrounded by me, and I have to clench in an attempt to stop myself thrusting up.

Her smirk touches my lips as she pushes her hand between our legs and strokes my dick in time with her fingers on her clit. Her eyes soften for a split second as she rests her forehead on mine before she chases it away with sex when I want more of her.

“Be a good boy and don’t come until you’re in my mouth.”

It physically pains me to do it, but I have to, and I grab her wrist, removing her hand from my dick. I don’t need her to make me come, so I’m lost and unable to think, I want her and it’s my turn to make her weak.

She’s so alive when she comes, there’s no pretense or bullshit facade, so I kiss a path down her neck until I reach her chest and bite into the swell of her tit. Her eyes roll back in her head as she strokes my thigh, purposefully letting her fingers brush my fucked up knee. My eyes are locked on her face as she starts to ride my hand and cups the back of my head, keeping me in place as though I’d let her tit go.

When she comes it’s as though the demons are being exorcised from her body. Her chest rises, her head falls back, and she moans low in her throat. It’s enchanting and my fingers speed up as I trap hers with my palm over her clit. Reminding myself not to speak, I focus on writing everything onto her skin. My teeth scrape against the sides of her tit, and I moan at the feeling of her convulsing. Those beautiful dark haunted eyes open like a gothic castle as she scrapes her nails against my scalp.

She turns softer as she struggles to breathe and rubs my stinging scalp with her palm. Stasi is perfection, but in these moments, I see her and how lonely she is as she hesitantly kisses me. I wrap my arm around her middle, hugging her to me, giving her a silent promise that I won’t leave her if she just stops being stubborn for once.

I slowly bring her back down and remove my fingers from her before turning her to straddle me. She’s so warm, it doesn’t match the fake bitch she shows the world as her tongue softly strokes against mine and for the first time, she isn’t immediately looking for her clothes. Massaging down her back, I lock my arms together at her lower back and squeeze as though it will push out the defenses. I slowly turn so I’m on my back with her laid on my chest; without a fight or argument, she lays on me and I slowly push the heels of my palms down her back, massaging either side of her spine to get her moans out.

My hand goes between her legs as I teasingly stroke through her slit. She’s sensitive and sucks in a breath as she kisses down my jaw to my neck. This is how I get to keep her soft and malleable, by keeping my hand between her legs and it’s not a chore. Fuck, I’d shrink myself, so I was the perfect height to stand between her thighs, live my life with pussy directly on my face.

She flattens her hands on my chest to rest her hand against them. She doesn’t close her eyes, she watches the slasher with that haunting quality re-entering her eyes. There’s no conversation, or a single word spoken, we just lay together with her sadness watching some psycho go on a bloody rampage as I alternate between teasing strokes and massaging her ass and my lips pressed to her crown.

I don’t know what time it is or where my clothes are. What I do know is Stasi’s bedroom is the most girly thing I have ever seen. There’s even a canopy going around her bed with soft white tulle drapes and cushions.

So many fucking cushions.

Does she hit her head on shit all the time or just collect them?

I take one that fell on the floor in my impatience to be inside her again, but she snatches it from under my head and gently places it on the floor. Her voice is filled with sleep and I’m smiling like a sappy bastard.

“They’re for decoration. Don’t put your big sweaty head on it.”

Leaning over her, I kiss down her neck and look up when I reach her chest to say, “You weren’t calling it big and sweaty when it was between your legs.”

The hum leaving her is bliss and she drops her legs open as I go lower. I act like a gentleman when I reach her navel and soften my voice to ask, “You sore, baby?”

Her eyes are closed, and she lifts her hand to my hair as she sinks into the plush mattress. “A little, kiss it better for me?”

I’ve never heard better words spoken and happily oblige.

I move further down, softly pressing my lips to her skin between wet open-mouthed kisses, until I’m resting between her legs and her swollen pussy is in front of my face. Licking through her slit with the flat of my tongue, I groan into her at the taste of her cum, but she has to ruin it.

“I love your mouth like this, you’re finally making a noise I like.”

Jokes on her because I stop and push myself up to lay beside her.

She’s too exhausted to complain and the small smile on her face shows she said that shit on purpose. Infuriating woman, she can’t just say that she’s sensitive like a normal person. I pull her to lay on my chest and her hand goes to my dick, but I hold her wrist, stopping her.

“If you make me come again, you’ll have to marry me.”

My heart is still racing from everything that she’s done tonight. It’s different being in her environment; she’s usually confident but there was an extra layer added to it tonight.I’m never fucking her in my bed again if this is what I get from hers.

I just want to stay like this: where Stasi is boneless and comfortable, and she doesn’t stop me tracing her spine with the tips of my fingers as I look around her room. There aren’t any photos on the wall, or anything personal, just the cushion collection that looks like it’s never been touched. Everything is soft, especially her sheets, I’m used to the finest things in life and buying whatever I want when the loneliness strikes. All of Stasi’s things are convenient luxuries, warm and comforting.

I wait to be kicked out, but she surprises me and relaxes against me. It turns to shock when she nuzzles against my chest, getting comfortable and looks up at me to ask, “Do you want marriage and all that shit?”

I’ve craved family and connection for as long as I can remember, and I’m too protective over the thought to allow a deep conversation, so I fold my arm under my head, watching how her dark eyes fill with intrigue as I vaguely answer.

“One day, what’s in your pretty little head?”

My fingers toy with the ends of her hair as she debates whether to be truthful. Stasi is an enigma; I get little glimpses of insight, and she always immediately shuts down. There’s something different now and a sigh floats through her voice as she stares off into space.

“My mother is going to be excited that a mighty Vartanov would lower themselves to be around me.”

What the fuck? She’s Stasi, a fucking force and so far above everyone that it’s natural she looks down at us. Anger fuses itself to my voice as I tilt her chin up with my thumb and forefinger. “Your mom sounds like a cunt.”

It’s not eloquent or fancy words about her greatness, just the blunt truth.I’ve never had a conversation with Stasi’s mother, but anyone that can’t see how amazing someone like Stasi is, is a fucking dickhead. I can’t even imagine her as a child, and I’m stopped from asking when she softens. Her smile is mesmerizing, and she presses gratitude to my lips before she proves I’m right.

“Yeah, she is. She wanted me to fuck Vlad even after he was married to Inessa.”

My entire body freezes. She wouldn’t do it. He wouldn’t fucking do it. But they have secret conversations, and she runs before he can tell her to. Inessa isn’t the type to be subservient or meek and I think we’d know if she chopped Vlad’s dick off before feeding it to him. Yet, I watch Stasi shut down and I can’t help the lingering thought of if she did.

Her eye roll is audible as she says, “No. Your brother is a psycho and the only time there should be blood when you fuck is period sex.”

Her good mood vanishes, and she turns over, giving me her back.I follow her because I’m clearly her little bitch and spooning is my favorite. I wrap my arm around her waist and fit myself against her back as I kiss her shoulder and soften my voice.

“Hey, I didn’t mean shit by it. I know parents can be dicks, but you still try to impress them.”

She softens knowing I’m speaking from my own experience. As much as I hated Len and Anika, there was this deep need in me to get their acknowledgement. Logically, I know if I did, I’d have to be the biggest cunt to walk the face of the earth, and it still wouldn’t have been enough but it’s there in the back of my head – some niggling doubt that there could have been something.

We both fall silent, and I hug her tighter as my theories begin forming. There’s one that I will never be able to test or see if I was right now that my biological parents are dead, their deaths couldn’t have happened to better people. But I still have the same thoughts I did as a child. What did I do to make them the way they are?

If I was stronger, would they hate me less?

If I stopped crying, would they stop hitting me?

All I have now are questions and theories to make sense of their violence and insane actions. Only crazy can understand crazy and I’d prefer not to become like the rest of my family who all have issues.

Stasi threads her fingers through mine, squeezing once, and turns her head to look at me. Before her eyes can meet mine, they widen at something over my shoulder and she bolts upright, grabbing a T-shirt. She curses under her breath, rushing out of the room, and I slowly turn, expecting to see some intruder or spirit. The only thing on her bedside table is an alarm clock.

There’s nothing I can use to cover myself and I swing my legs over the bed, following her naked as the day I was born. If she was throwing up, I’d have to evaluate my personality and looks, but a glow comes from her guest room, and I walk into a nerd’s wet dream. There are three monitors attached to the wall with gibberish running across each of them and she sits on the floor with her legs crossed and laptop in front of her.The rest of the room is blank, sterile, and colder than her home.

My voice comes out halfway between joking and serious as I take it all in and ask, “You hacking the government, sweetness?”

There’s no reaction and her fingers fly across the keyboard.

Okay then, looks like I’m an accessory to whatever crime she’s committing. If she’s about to get raided, I don’t want to be caught with my dick out and go on the hunt for my boxers before going back to her criminal cave. Everyone knows the government is one organized crime ring you don’t touch because you’ll never win, and my girl seems hell bent on doing it.

My steps slow as I watch her focused on the screen. She’s so fucking beautiful and intelligent. I hope she is committing a crime because then I have a solid justification for making her my wife. Even Stasi would be unable to argue with it if we need the protection of not being able to testify against each other. Fuck it, I might just do it anyway, kill someone in front of her or rob a bank so she can’t escape me.

Taking the floor beside her, I look over her shoulder and I’d prefer it to be the fucking White House when I see the pictures she’s found on some fucker’s phone. Rows of my fucking family stare back at me, but they aren’t the worst images. My stomach churns when I scan the next line that’s full of children stripped down to their underwear as Stasi does some computer shit to find the geotag of where they were taken.