Page 70 of A Vegas Crush Collection #2

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Tyler

April

Okay. The kids are off to school with the nanny and I still have three hours before I need to be at a team meeting at the arena. Today is going just swimmingly.

There is a lot of shit around my house now. Toys, books, snacks. Kids make a lot of messes. It’s honestly fucking with my OCD tendencies, so I pace around, picking things up, organizing. I have Marlena coming now twice a week, but damn, I cannot take this clutter in between.

As I’m dumping an armload of toys into a bin in the kids’ room, the doorbell rings. It’s got to be Nanny Patricia and the kids—maybe they forgot something for school. I swing the door wide and, nope, it’s not Patricia and the kids. It’s Zoya.

Sweet, beautiful Zoya. Her hair is in two long braids and she wears a black dress with thin straps and flip-flops. She looks exactly like the sweet young coed she is, and I nearly pop wood just looking at her. It’s so wrong.

“Hey,” I say. She bites her lip, looking unsure. “Come in?”

“I love my sister. I would never do anything to hurt her,” she blurts, still standing in the hallway.

“Oh-kay?”

“I just came to tell you that.”

“Well, do you want to step inside?” I ask. “Because I’m gonna need a little more, here. You came all the way here from campus to tell me you love your sister? What’s that got to do with me?”

“I cannot believe you rejected her,” she says. “Irina is smart and strong and beautiful. She is confident. She knows who she is. And maybe more importantly, she knows what she is doing with a man. She knows how to pleasure a man.”

“Ahh.” Nodding slowly, realization dawns on me. Irina must have shared being upset about the other night. “Okay. Well, first, you’re right about all those things. She’s great, your sister. But…she isn’t what I want. And I told you the other night, I’m not really into cheap sex anymore.”

“Well, I won’t sleep with you either,” Zoya says, her chin jutting out like she dares me to argue with her. It’s pretty cute, in all honesty. Makes me want to kiss her. A lot.

I can’t help the smirk that twists at my lips. “Well, thank you for letting me know, but I don’t think I ever asked you for sex.”

Her eyes narrow, lips purse, hands form balls at her sides. “Good. I’m glad we cleared that up.”

I’m still smirking, taking in her bravado, her little braids, her banging body. I can’t help the effect she has on me. And she can’t help noticing.

Zoya points at my crotch, my cock straining beneath my athletic shorts. “What’s that? Why are you hard?”

“Because you turn me on?”

She steps toward me, still pointing. “If I turn you on, then why are you saying you don’t want to have sex with me?”

I let out a surprised laugh. “You are the most confusing woman I’ve ever met, bar none. You kiss me, then you leave. You tell me you don’t want me, won’t sleep with me, then stand around pointing at my cock. You want me. You don’t want me. Woman, you’re givin’ me whiplash here.”

“I never said I didn’t want you,” she answers softly. “I only said I wouldn’t sleep with you. Because I love my sister.”

“Yes, okay then.” I hold my hands up. “And I want to be clear. I never said I didn’t want to sleep with you. I only said I never asked you to.”

“Well, I don’t want you, so make it stop.” She pouts.

“I can’t just make it stop. You have to go away. It’s you making it do that, Zo. That’s the effect you’re having on me right now.”

She steps closer still, her nostrils flaring, teeth gritted. “So you do want me?”

“Duh, yes.”

“I lied, then. I want you too, but I’m not supposed to. I’m not supposed to want you, Ty.” Her words come out desperate...like a cry for help.

It’s on.

I pull her to me, my lips on hers before she can say another dumb fucking thing.

I kick the door shut and we stumble, kissing, pulling off our clothing, as we make our way to my bedroom.

She’s in only her bra and panties as I gently push her to the bed, taking in the length of her supple frame.

Her legs are so, so long...smooth golden tanned skin.

Her belly is flat, a small rebellion of a bellybutton piercing there.

I kiss all of her body. Her shoulders and arms, her fingertips.

I kiss her clavicle, the sensitive skin behind her ear.

Her inner thighs. The tops of her feet. I haven’t taken this much time exploring a woman’s body in—well, in longer than I should admit—but with Zoya, I want to.

I want to learn her body, what makes her moan, what makes her arch her back with desire, what makes her nipples harden to sharp peaks that I can barely stop myself from biting.

I’ve left those parts to last. When trailing kisses up from her stomach, I search her face for a sign to stop. I know this is her first time. I want her fully here, fully engaged with me. I don’t see any doubt in her sparkling brown eyes.

Thank fuckin’ God.

I kiss the soft skin where her tits peek above the line of her black strapless bra.

She didn’t come here for sex, this much I know.

She meant to tell me it wouldn’t happen.

Couldn’t happen. But now she arches into the attention, moaning softly as I unclip the front clasp of her bra, popping it open, exposing two perfectly round, fucking stunning breasts.

Groaning at the sight of her soft, flushed beauty, her pebbled nipples standing at attention, I dive in, licking and sucking and nipping.

Devouring her tits, really, if we must put a term to describe what I’m doing.

I can’t help myself and as Zoya writhes underneath me, her hand moving to stroke at my cock, jutting hard inside my boxer briefs, I don’t think she can either.

This is happening.

She scissors her legs, her knees bending and straightening until they fall open spread wide below me. Her eyes are bright, and her cheeks are flushed as she begs me for something I’d have to be dead to be able to deny her. “Please, please, Ty, kiss me, touch me. Please. Make me come.”

It’s only the briefest moment until my brain catches up.

I’m in a haze of lust. Want. Desire. Maybe even more than that.

She’s like the best drug. When I realize what she means, the permission she’s giving, I help her shimmy from her blue, lacy panties, nearly passing out at the sight of her pussy, just the barest strip of hair, her swollen clit and lips exposed and ready to take me.

Oh fuuuuck, the imagery of knowing she’s untouched does something to me I know is permanent.

Being intimate with Zoya is going to change me.

I kiss her thighs again, slowly making my way up to kiss lightly at her pretty pussy, sliding my tongue in to taste her.

She’s so, so soft, so wet already. And she tastes like the sweetest, sexiest sin.

At the first touch of my tongue she stiffens, so I hold still until she relaxes.

Then I press my mouth up against her lovely cunt again and go in deeper.

I use my hands to hold her legs wide as I suck at her clit, agitating with my teeth when it swells right along with her moans of pleasure.

She begs me some more in her sexy Russian accent, “Please, Ty. Please…make me come.” Sooo fucking hot.

“Oh, I will, baby. I plan on it.” I start by stroking her folds, just the tip of my finger playing at her sex as her hips sway. God, she’s off-the-charts responsive. There’s so much I want to do to her. I want to pleasure her until she doesn’t know her name anymore.

I push my finger inside. “So tight. Is this okay?”

“Mmmmm,” is the affirmative sound she makes as I move one finger in and out, slowly at first, but picking up the pace as she whispers one important word in my ear. “More.”

Enraptured at the sight of her, I finger her, going faster and faster, then inserting a second finger. She’s so wet, so wild, as she tweaks her nipples with her fingertips.

“Have you ever come before?”

She nods, a gasp or sigh or some combination of the two escaping the back of her throat as her hips fly off the bed, my fingers still pushing her toward the edge. “Only by myself.”

“I feel honored.” Then I growl the question, “Who did you think of? Whose face did you see when you came, Zo?”

She groans, nonsensical, her eyes closed, her features tight as her pussy starts to clench around my fingers. “Oh, so close. I’m so close. Please.”

“Whose face?” I demand again harshly. I need to know who to kill later.

She thrashes, her head shaking back and forth on the bed, her hair coming loose from her braids.

Suddenly, her eyes open wide and she meets my gaze.

“Yours...” she breathes just as a cry of ecstasy throws her over the cliff we’ve just climbed together.

As she falls over the edge, she stops breathing, nearly levitating, her whole body rigid and trembling, her pussy clenching tight around my fingers, her whole body in a viselike grip of pleasure.

This is enough for me. I know I could stop now and oddly, be satisfied. It’s never been like that for me before, but with her sex feels like…something different. Something far better than I’ve ever experienced.

Zoya’s trembling calms as her orgasm subsides, aftershocks still rocking inside her as I slowly remove my fingers, slick with her arousal. She smiles and looks at me, dreamy, lethargic, thoroughly satisfied.

“It’s never been like that,” she moans. “Never as good.”

“I can do that for you all the time, baby. I could watch you come for hours.”

She blinks her eyes at me, a look of pure undiluted sexy takes over her expression. I know what she’s going to ask. “Can you…can we— ”

“Are you sure?”

"I’m sure. I want you inside me." She bites at her bottom lip and reaches for my cock.

Holy fuck. "Just so you know, I’m clean. We get tested all the time, so you don’t have to worry about that, okay? I’m also going to wrap up."

"I’m on birth control," she says softly.