So Over You (Chicago Rebels #2)(46)

He would not be playing tonight and he understood that trade-offs needed to be made every day. Protecting Isobel from Shay’s filth was more important than getting ice time. There would be other chances to play, just as there would be other chances to sink inside her.

A groan spilled from his mouth at the thought. Isobel’s thighs falling open to finally embrace him, that shining invitation to line up his cock and push in, in, and home.

Facing the bathroom mirror, he wrapped his hand around this rampant beast that needed to be tamed. The first touch produced an instant leak at the broad head. This wouldn’t take long, just a few strokes to get him there.

Thinking of Isobel, he might need only one.

“Vadim?” he heard outside the door. “Are you okay?”

Chyort voz’mi! He dropped his hand. “Da—yes. Give me a moment.”

But he had left the door ajar, and she walked in, gloriously naked, her eyes wild. “What’s going on, Vadim?”

Well . . . “I didn’t want to wake you.”

Her gaze fell to his cock, which turned harder at the sight of its mistress. It should have been impossible, given how close he was to blowing his stack, but apparently this was his life now.

“You were going to go solo with this?” Amusement tinged her voice. It was no laughing matter!

Irked at her teasing, he foisted the blame back on her. “I had given you all the pleasure you could handle tonight, kroshka.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “I think we’ve determined that I can take anything you dole out, baby.”

Perhaps, but he would not inflict his insatiable demands on her. “You fell asleep in my arms, Bella. It seemed rude to just take you while you were sleeping.”

She stared at him in amazement, then stepped in and placed a hand on his chest.

“You spent hours giving me orgasm after orgasm after—”

“Orgasm?” he offered.

She pressed her body to his, and his cock jutted into her belly, a streak of liquid pleasure marking her warm skin. He inhaled sharply, desperately grasping at the tethers of his slipping control.

“So now you’re here jerking off alone instead of taking what belongs to you?”

His nostrils flared, every masculine sense heightened. Moya. Mine. Yes, she belonged to him. Then. Now. “I was taking the edge off. I planned to fuck you properly when you had rested.”

She brushed his lips with her own, then licked and bit his lower lip. He moaned against her mouth and ground his cock into her stomach.

“Tonight you can have me anytime you want me, Vadim. Please don’t jerk yourself off unless you invite me to watch.”

An animalistic groan tore from his throat, and in a flash, he hitched her so she sat on the bathroom counter. His hands roved her body, not knowing where to start with this feast.

“What can I do, Vadim? Touch you? Suck you? Tell me what you need.”

“You. I need you. I need . . . inside.” He could barely form words. “Now.”

She spread her thighs, her glistening pussy shining like a target, and he could no longer wait. He plunged into her and filled her to the hilt. She screamed her pleasure, clamping down with those strong, athletic muscles. Pure and perfect torture.

He withdrew, dipping his gaze to where their bodies had joined, and realized his error. No condom.

Frustration marred the ecstasy on her face. “Get one on. Now!”

Yes, my sweet. Fumbling with his toiletry bag, he found the packet and ripped it open. His cock was coated with her—she was wet, so wet—and the lubricant of her body ensured a quick roll-on of the rubber. He placed his hands under her ass and dragged her forward.

“Hold on, Bella. Do not let go.”

But before he plunged deep again, he found her mouth with his and kissed her with all he had. She dug her nails into his ass and urged him forward. “Fill me up, Russian.”

“Koldunya!” Witch.

He drove deep, a thick, hard thrust that would have smashed her through the vanity’s mirror if he had not been holding her tightly. His rhythm was unsteady, ragged, every stroke an extension of the jumbled thoughts in his brain.

Harder. Faster. Make it better than before. Better for her.

Realizing that he needed to think of her pleasure, he slowed.

She moaned against his mouth. “Don’t stop. Take what you need, baby. Make it fast. Brutal. Make it everything.”

If only she knew what she asked. If he were to do that, he would consume her.

But his cock had heard her words and didn’t care about the destruction it wanted to wreak. All restraint broke its bounds.

His hips flexed, pounding into her again and again. Taking what belonged to him. What had always belonged to him, though he had been too young to understand.

I will not last. I cannot last.

She heard his thoughts. Perhaps he had spoken them. Still holding on to his shoulder, she dipped the fingers of her free hand between their bodies and touched herself, freeing a lusty moan. He knew her body now. Knew she had to be on fire because that was her torch song.

“Yes, Vad, yes!” He felt the flood of her pleasure, a heat infusion even through the condom, and though he was ready, he stilled. Needing to feel her hold him caged through her orgasm.

Feel what it is like to have your woman come on your cock, you dumb fucking kid.

This time he had given pleasure that was her right. Two more thrusts and he let go, the peak reached, coming for what seemed like minutes. Hours. Forever.