Oh... and I probably don't need to say this, but... Adult Content. ;)
“Nyet!” she growled. “I told you, no hands, Alex!”
I was fairly sure that my knuckles had red welts across them, but having her boss me around and be in charge had my attention more than anything. I didn’t think she had it in her, but like any other time during this short-lived romance, she surprised me. “What you want, Mistress Lana?” She was rough, but her southern softness wouldn’t allow her to be all-out violent.
“I just want you to keep your hands to yourself,” she bit back. “Don’t touch me.”
“But you’re so soft and beautiful,” I whined as her tits drug tantalizingly across my chest. I was lying, naked, on the cold, cement floor of my garage and Lana was straddled over-top of me. Her dress was rolled down to her waist, freeing her large breasts that I just wanted to cup with my hands, but she was having none of it. Her red lip-stick was smeared around her lips from me roughly kissing and biting her. Her once sleek, pulled back hair was sticking out all over the place, with a few pieces laying errantly on her naked shoulders. She was a hot mess and I was immensely enjoying my punishment.
There was nothing like being commanded to make a beautiful woman come by just using my mouth. Just a few moments before, she was sitting on my face and the only thing I could hold onto was her leather clad calves that were on either side of my head. She tasted just like she had that day I ate her out on my dining room table. This time however, she wasn’t shy. She cried out and every other word out of her mouth was “fuck yes,” or “I fucking hate you.” It made me want to make her come even harder than before. When I slipped my hands up the back of her thighs and cupped her ass, she slapped me with her twitch across the top of my thighs. Of course that got my attention quickly. I squeezed her ass once more for good measure and put my hands back where they belonged before smiling to myself and going back to work.
She thought she was in control, but it was truly me who was in control. I knew the longer I had her panting, the easier it was going to be to get her to begin begging for me to fuck her. It was only going to be a matter of time. However, I couldn’t complain as she made her way down to my dick and with her mouth, she took me.
“Fuck Lana,” I hissed as she drug her teeth, not so gently up and down the length of my hardened shaft. I will admit, I didn’t really think she would be the one to go down on a guy, but as she was proving, she had a lot more going for her than I had originally expected. When she wrapped her hand around me and gently squeezed while sucking me off, it took all I had not to wrap my fingers in her hair and guide her. Instead I fisted my hands on either side of me and watched her work.
This was not me. I am the mild mannered southern girl who was more than a little freaked out by having sex on Alex’s dining room table just a week ago. Now here I was with a couple glasses of alcohol and clad in a tight dominatrix dress, giving a blow-job to my cheating, lying ass, Russian boyfriend or ex-boyfriend for that matter. It was completely insane and I was beginning to rethink things until he gave me the most amazing orgasm while I sat on his face. He wasn’t supposed to be this good, but he was and he had me going against everything I had learned or knew.
I thought I was getting him back by not finishing him off. In fact I was smiling to myself when I somehow got up off the floor and began pulling my dress up, in hopes I could make myself presentable enough to at least walk out the front door.
“What are you doing?” Alex asked, scrambling to get his naked body off the floor.
“It’s been fun, but I’ve had enough,” I said honestly. I would go home with a smile on my face knowing I probably gave him the biggest case of blue-balls known to man.
My first mistake was turning my back to him.
The second was underestimating Alex Ovechkin.
Before I could even let out a protest, I was lying on my back, on the hood of the matte, black car. The sounds of ripping material filled my ears. “Alex!” I tried to cry, but his lips were on mine in a heartbeat, kissing me into the cold metal and into oblivion. His tongue twisted around mine and his hands were all over me. It took a minute for me to realize that I too was now completely naked, save the boots and he was pressing his large thickness between my dripping wet folds. Instead of a cry of protest, a cry of pleasure ripped from my mouth as he pulled back to let out his own moan.
He hit me deep and hard. The only choice I had was to wrap my legs around him and pull him deeper. “Fuck meeeeee…” I cried.
“Yes,” was all he said. My nails drug down his back and I bit into his neck and shoulder. When he did a push up to reposition himself, I bit his chest, hard, causing him to curse in Russian. I was furious at him and at myself. I didn’t want it to feel this good. I didn’t want him to have the control over me. It was obvious that whatever thoughts I had about being over him, were just a mirage this past week.
I was not allowing her to walk away without finishing me off. Besides, all I could think about was burying myself deep into her like I had just a week ago. As soon as she was wrapped around me, I remembered how good she had felt a week ago and why I felt comfortable with her.
I didn’t allow her to get nervous or revert back to her normal vanilla sex habits. She stayed somewhat in character, using her anger towards me to make sex even hotter. I flinched a bit when her nails dug in, but I just used that as more of a reason to fuck her harder.
Never in a million years would I have thought I’d be fucking Lana on the hood of my car, in fact, I would have thought it would have been Maria I would have done it with, but when I pressed my hands on the hood and pushed myself up so that I could get a good look at her under me, I realized I wouldn’t have wanted anyone else. Her hair splayed out around her, eyes rolled back in her head while her first orgasm rolled over her, she looked amazing.
“Alex…” she said urgently when I stepped back to pull her leg up onto my shoulder for a different angle. I ran my tongue down the heel of her boot and then looked over at her, still resting my head on the boot.
“This is hot,” I squeezed her ankle and pushed deep inside of her again.
She smiled lazily and rested her palms on my chest. As I fucked her, I couldn’t help but stay focused on her beautiful face.
Alex came, hard. I also came for the second time and I held tightly onto him until we both stopped convulsing. He leaned down kissed me softly on the lips and then on the head before pulling out and walking away to grab his clothing, leaving me to somehow get off the hood of his car without leaving a scratch behind.
Quietly, I stood there and wrapped my arms around myself. The music was still pumping through the house. I cleared my throat to garner his attention. I watched him pulled up his tight underwear brieifs before spinning around to look at me. A cocky smile turned up his lips.
“Lana,” he said simply.
“I meant what I said,” I bit, beginning to shiver as my body returned to its normal state.
“About what?” he played back.
“About hating you,” I said, trying my hardest to sound truthful.
“You couldn’t hate a fly,” he said simply.
“You mean I couldn’t hurt a fly,” I corrected him.
“That too,” he chuckled.
“Why? Why would you just drop me like that? I trusted you,” I continued, feeling tears of anger beginning to threaten.
I watched him. His shoulders were holding high until I spoke the words about trusting him and suddenly they slouched and he looked defeated as he stood there just a few feet from me, in his skivees.
“Ya know, you made comments about me being nervous around you and playing that card with me. Funny because the more I think about it, you are just as nervous around me,” I finished with an ironic chuckle. “I’m not your type. I’m not the skinny Russian blonde who is dazzled by your rich, playboy ways. I’m just the innocent, American girl who has fallen for your roughish charms and loves you for your laughter and blue eyes. I don’t give a shit about your expensive cars or the way you can drop $100 bills without blinking an eye. I’m just the girl who loves hearing stories about your childhood and the way you make fun of me for mispronouncing your native language despite trying my hardest to learn. When ya figure out that I’m what you want, then I’ll be waiting for ya. Until you get that figured out, I don’t want to see or hear from you. Go be Alex the great Ovechkin. I’ll just keep being Lana.” By the time I was finished, the tears were rolling down my cheeks and I had slipped on his jeans and pulled on his plaid cotton shirt. No way in hell was I going to walk upstairs naked. He ruined my costume and my night, but I was going to get away from here fully clothed.
“Where is your dress?!” Becky hissed as I walked over to her and the rest of the group I had been dancing with before all hell broke loose.
“In Alex’s garage.”
“You are wearing Alex’s outfit…” Faith said stupidly, she was trashed and Carly wasn’t much better.
“I need a ride home,” I said plainly. I felt numb and hardened. I’m fairly sure I was having one of those outer body experiences and that a robot was controlling my words and actions at the moment.
“I’ll give you one,” Brooks said quietly, slipping a comforting arm around my shoulder and squeezing it. “Especially since I’m fairly sure this is all my fault.”
I looked over at him and smiled sadly. “If anyone needs a ride, I’ll be back in a bit.”
Soon I was sitting in the passenger seat of his old Escalade and we were driving down the empty Arlington streets towards my home.
“I’m sorry Lana…I really thought he would be different with you…”
I reached across the console and placed my hand on his thigh, willing him to stop. “Don’t worry about it Brooks. I should have known better. In all honesty, I do believe he was different with me. The problem is, Alex just isn’t ready to stick to that on a permanent basis,” I said easily, realizing I was stronger than I had ever believed myself to be. “I told him that when he was ready, I’d be here.”
“That might take him a few more years,” Brooks said honestly.
“Then if I’m not single anymore, it’s his loss,” I laughed tiredly.
“You’re too good for him Lana.”
We were now stopped in front of my driveway, so when I looked over at Brooks, he was dangerously close to me. I put my hand on his cheek and just smiled. “I might be, but only the good Lord upstairs knows the reasons He matches us with the people He does,” I said, reciting a line my Grammy always used. She too had been too good for the man I called my Grandfather. She had always told me the story about how he was the playboy of Clarion County and how she could have had so many better men, but God said she was meant to tame my Grandpa. When the time was right, she did and she turned him into the man he was supposed to be. Of course I always laughed at the story, but now I was beginning to see that her story might be true and that I was likely following in her footsteps.
Brooks smiled at this, kissed me on the forehead and whispered, “Goodnight.”
I whispered the same, slid out of the Escalade and carefully walked up my front steps in the dangerous boots I swore I would be putting on EBay the very next morning.