Chloe

How can one turn me on this much? His mouth alone makes my legs weak, if he wasn't holding my waist I'd already be on the floor.

His mouth dominates mine and I gladly let him be in control as my brain has short-circled by now and following is the only thing I could do.

His tongue explores mine, swallowing my whimpers of need. He slowly pulls away and I'm about to protest but the doors open. I must have missed the sound of the elevator slowing down and announcing the floor.

I know we are in one of the penthouses, I was the one to help my father with the design back when I was still a freshman at school. I had a brief moment when I wanted to be an interior designer but alas love for hockey won.

"Chloe, you got exactly one second to move your pretty legs or I'll throw you over my shoulder." Not sure what surprised me more that I actually spaced out or that Alexander called me by my actual name.

"Good girl." he smirks at me when I force my legs to move even though, him throwing me over his shoulder seemed tempting as well.

As soon as his card key is pressed against the lock and the click of the opened lock sounds my heartbeat picks up even more. I am nervous beyond the belief but it is mixed with excitement and need. Need for him.

Some sensible part of me realises that we need to talk before we fuck. I don't want to give him the wrong impression and I also need to know where we stand.

"You are hesitating." Alexander says slowly, almost trying not to scare me even further.

"No, well yes but not because I don't want you. We just need to talk." I manage to say before the nerves get the best of me.

"Alright, would you like a drink first?" I could his wheels turning but he is much calmer and more composed than I am. His calmness radiates off of him. He is back to being his usual self as if his intention wasn't to fuck me as soon as we got to the room. The only tell-tell sign that he is still very much turned on is the outline of his dick that jeans can't seem to hide well enough.

"Yes, please. I'm sorry I'm not good at this." I mutter and he nods but instead of heading to the kitchen area, he walks towards me.

"Relax, Kotenok. If you need to talk first, we will do just that. I want you to feel good, not stress about that head of yours is thinking about." His hands are holding my face so the only thing I can do is look into his eyes. I know that he is being sincere right now and my heart skips a few beats. I try to push that warm feeling away, I can't get attached.

"Okay." I nod as much as I can giving him confirmation with my voice and my actions. I know how much he loves both verbal and non-verbal queues. He nods slowly letting go and walks towards the bar.

He makes a gin and tonic for me and a whiskey on the rocks for himself. We sit at the large sofa couch and I try to keep a little of space between but he grabs my legs and I gasp as he moves me closer to him, throwing my legs over his thighs.

He doesn't say anything but his eyes track my every movement. He is waiting for me to say what I got to. I know he doesn't want to distract him but him being so close to me is distracting as hell. I want to throw all my words out and jump his bones and fuck him till I forget my name. The fear is the only thing that is keeping me at bay.

"If we do this tonight, it can't happen again." I begin but stop myself to see his reaction but all I get is a reassuring squeeze of his hand on my calf as he takes a sip. I follow his lead and take a sip of my G&T but it is more of a gulp as I try to get more alcohol into my system for that stupid bravery.

"I can't risk my job or the friendship that is slowly building between us. Yes, I've been a little bit of a bitch ignoring you for the past few weeks back in Miami but I was just trying to figure it out. You make me horny, extremely so. You were my childhood crush and even though I'm not a teenager anymore my vision is still perfect. If we do this tonight I can't do it again. I don't want to ruin it all." I say not wanting to spill too much. I'm afraid my heart is already involved with him. I don't need him to think I'm another obsessed fan that wants to trap him. I want to be his friend, at least that way I won't get hurt in the end.

"Okay, I can do that. I'll take whatever you are offering, Kotenok." His voice is low and he downs his whiskey before placing the glass on the glass table. I know he is trying to control himself, the way he placed the glass is evidence enough. I'm glad both the table and the glass are made from durable glass as otherwise we would have had a lot to clean up.

"Finish the drink." His voice dipped a few octaves lower, his patience is running out.

"Now!" with that I down my drink. Getting him angry even though is hot, is not something I want to do tonight.

The gin burns my throat but it is forgotten as quickly as I felt the burn when Alexander gets up, placing my legs on the couch.

He takes his shirt off, neatly folding it and placing it on the arm of the sofa. He is truly like a God from those Nordic stories. He is built so huge, with muscles that shouldn't be able to be defined this much. He looks like he was painted by a woman for women. I don't think I've seen a man so beautiful. Ryan Reynolds doesn't compare to him. They can't even be compared. A mortal and Alexander shouldn't be compared. He doesn't fucking look real.

"Kotenok, you can stare all you want or you can get on your knees and suck my cock. Show me what a good girl you are." It was a gentle command and I couldn't disobey it. My own body moves without the brain telling it to, compelled by his voice.

I get on my knees, thankful that the couch is low so I don't have to get on the floor. I unbuckle his belt and I could see him hold his breath for a second before he exhaled. His arms are by his side, he is letting me control the situation. Letting me get used to his dominance.

Belt out of the way I undo the button and the zip before pulling the jeans down enough for the gravity to do the rest. They pull at his feet but he makes no move to get out of them

He follows my every move with his eyes, I can almost taste the need that is radiating from him, so I quickly remove his boxers and his length stands proudly, hitting his stomach. Fuck, he can't be real. How can one be so perfect, in every aspect?

I can't wait any longer so I lean down to take the tip of his cock into my mouth, his breath hitches as I let my tongue explore the tip. I swirl and play with him a little. I don't touch him with my hands, I let my tongue explore the whole of him. I drag my tongue over his veins, enjoying how his jaw clenches. I want to see him lose control, I want to unravel his composure.

One of his hands tangle in my hair and I smile as I look up at him. He tugs on my hair and I moan around the tip, he grunts in return.

"You want me to fuck your face?" I could barely hear his voice, his accent somehow becoming a little more Russian. I rub my thighs together to get relieve the need to cum. His voice alone could probably make me go over the edge.

"Answer me!" he pulls harshly on my hair, my scalp feeling the wrath of my tardiness. I can't stop myself from smiling, he is losing it. His control, he is letting it go.

"Yes." I say staring at him. I bring my mouth to his cock and swallow him, enough with the foreplay. I take him as deep as I can before I gag as his dick hits the back of my throat. My eyes water but his grip on my head doesn't allow me to move. I stare at him, tears are now flowing freely as he smiles at me. Dickhead, he is getting his revenge now, I wish it didn't turn me on but the way it does. My panties are fully soaked now and the wetness is now running down my leg, I know I'm a freak.

He lets go enough for me to take a quick breath before he is thrusting his dick into my mouth again. His pace isn't slow or gentle, he is using my mouth like he said he would. I give him the control and relax my throat, allowing him to fill me. Use me the way he craves.

Fuck, Kotenok. You look so beautiful, your lipstick is smeared all over my cock, your mascara is running down your cheeks. You are so fucking perfect for me, aren't you." He doesn't need a reply but I still moan around his cock. This is mostly for him, he is getting the pleasure from this but so am I.

The way his hips flex, emphasising his V line, his abs tightening. It is like my own personal porn that has been perfected. My pussy is clenching, and my clit is throbbing. I need to touch myself.

"Don't you fucking dare! I am the only one who gets to touch you tonight." As if he read my thoughts, I don't even get the chance to get close to my pussy.

I want to protest but he just hits the back of my throat harder, punishing me for even considering it.

"Fuck, I want to cum deep down your throat, but first I want to feel your pussy squeeze my cock." He pulls out, his cock glistening with my saliva.

He picks me up, standing me up on my feet. I wobble a little but his hands keep me upright. He takes his shirt and carefully whips my mouth from the residue of my lipstick and the saliva that is definitely dribbling down my chin.

"I like your mascara running. You look so well fucked, Kotenok. A sight that belongs to me." He whispers against my lips before kissing me hard. Our lips and tongues are dancing, he isn't trying to prove his dominance, he is enjoying the moment. Guys never used to kiss me after I sucked them off but he doesn't seem to give even one fuck. He is devouring me like I'm his last meal.

"I'm going to carry you to bed now and then fuck you till you can't stand up on your own. I'll then run you a bath before fucking you there as well. I'll fuck you on every goddamn surface this room has. You got it?" His eyes are almost pitch black now, he is not the gentleman anymore. Far from it and I love it.

"Yes, sir." that seems to be his last straw as he picks me up bridal style as he carries me towards the bedroom. His pants and boxers long abandoned in the living room.

Fuck, there might not be going back after this.

Author's note: The next chapter will be posted when this chapter reaches 5 votes!