Club XIII - Denial

"A hundred bucks says she can't hold it until I cum," Sacha said.

Kirill looked at me for a long time then said, "I'll take that bet."

So became the sweet torture that was Sacha. I started on my knees in front of him, my mouth wrapped around a cock I had no hope of taking all in. He wrapped his hands in my hair and moved my head in the fast rhythm he liked. "God you've go a beautiful mouth," Sacha said. "I could cum like this if I didn't want to prove you wrong so much. Kirill's girls love me so much they can't hold it."

I pulled away and stood up. "Well," I said, bringing my inner bitch to the surface. "I'm a woman, I've got more self control."

Sacha took a step forward and wrapped his hand around my neck. "You'll cum harder for me than you'll ever cum for him."

My heart was racing as he towered over me, but I held my ground. "Are you going to stand here bragging all night, or are you going to fuck me?"

Sacha grinned. "Show him how you want me to take you."

Kirill had set himself up on the couch directly across from me. The second I saw him there, I crawled onto the ottoman and settled on my knees with my elbows on the cushion. Every man there groaned and Sacha came forward to massage my ass, but my eyes were fixed to Kirill who looked ready to eat me alive.

I was ready for him, as ready as I could be, but Sacha still took some time to stretch me, which I should thank him for. It probably would have hurt more if he hadn't. My eyes slowly closed when he started easing inside me. It was on the border of pleasure and pain, if I'm honest it was more pain than pleasure, but maybe that's because I wasn't really that interested in Sacha. I was doing this to prove a point.

Don't get me wrong, he was an attractive man, in a too-good-looking kind of way. I liked my men less than perfect. I liked my men unusual. Sacha was devilishly good looking, he promised a great time, a few good laughs and maybe a drink. Kirill promised more, much more, I wanted to see what more looked like.

Sacha started moving and I moaned, he was careful not to go to deep at first but he moved with purpose. "God, she's tight," he said with a growl. "Fuck this feels good. I never understood why you let me tear them to shreds before you got to them." His hand ran down my spine and he leaned forward to say, "Relax Rosie, relax and let me show you what real pleasure feels like."

"Rose." Kirill's voice broke through my discomfort and I opened my eyes to find him leaning forward his elbows on his knees. "Tell me when you're done." His voice was firm, it was a command not a request and I nodded.

Sacha pushed in deeper and I moaned, but I wasn't sure if that was a good feeling or not. Then he pulled back and pleasure hit me hard. That moan made the devil behind me chuckle. "There we are," he said. "Now you feel it."

I looked at Kirill again and saw worry. We locked eyes and I worked to keep my eyes open as Sacha moved me to the point of madness. It was hard. Holding onto control was hard, but I heard him groan in a new way then say the words, "Fuck, I'm going to..."

As soon as I heard that I started crawling to Kirill. My body was on overdrive, if I felt Sacha cum I would have exploded for sure. So I scrambled for Kirill and curled up in his lap, just as Sacha pulled Nancy off Mikhail's lap and thrust inside her. She screamed, he yelled and I buried my face in Kirill's neck.

His hand slid down between my legs and I reached out to push it away. "If you do that I won't be able to hold it in." My words were a sob and he kissed my shoulder.

"One finger little flower, you can do one finger. I want to feel you. I want to feel how close you are." He very slowly eased just one finger inside me and I milked him. With every pulse of my body I moaned. "You did so well," he said with a little awe in his voice. "I'm so proud of you. I've lost that bet so many times."

I wasn't sure if I should be insulted or not. Sacha came over and handed Kirill a hundred dollar bill. To me he said, "When he throws you away come find me, I think we can have a lot more fun."

That made both Kirill and I stiffen. I pulled away from him and went to my clothes, dressing without looking at anyone. Kirill's hand found my back and he passed me a bottle of water which I downed in three big gulps. Then his hand found the base of my spine and he leaned forward to speak in my ear. "Come home with me."

I nodded and fought back a wave of tears. I was so overwhelmed my body couldn't handle contact of any kind, so I pulled away from his hand when he went to put it on my lower back and then moved to the far corner of the cab when we got in.

After a few minutes he said, "I can take you home if you want."

"Please don't." I whispered the words. "I need you, I just can't handle it if you touch me right now."

He nodded, and was quiet the rest of the way. We drove to a quiet neighbour hood on the East side. I had no frame of reference but I'd learn it wasn't the best side of town, despite looking relatively middle class and harmless. He lived in a duplex and walked up the stairs before me, unlocking the door then stepping back to let me in.

Had I been paying more attention I would have seen him watching the street with a cold stare. He'd unbuttoned his jacket in the cab and had a hand poised at his side the entire time. It would have been strange.

"Do you live alone?" I asked when we walked into the long, narrow living room that stretched into a dining room and kitchen.

Kirill nodded, then stood there watching with a burning intensity as I took off my shoes and stripped out of every piece of clothing I was wearing. "Come here," he said. Obediently I moved to stand in front of him. His hand wrapped around my neck and his thumb tilted my face up to his. "You surprised me," he said. "I didn't think you could do it."

"Should I be insulted?" I reached out and slowly started sliding his jacket off, waiting for him to tell me no, but he didn't.

He did reach behind himself to pull out a gun and put it on the table next to us. I froze, what the fuck was that. Kirill watched me as I looked between him and the gun. When I didn't immediately lose my crap, he reached out and gently caressed my breast, I couldn't help but moan.

"Undress me," he said. "Do for me what you did for Sacha and Mikhail."

That did it. That made me forget all about the gun and I fought with his clothing and dropped to my knees, ready and eager to worship him. The second his pants dropped, I realized why he wasn't worried about Sacha stretching me out. Kirill was just as thick although not as long as Sacha's. His cock was beautiful and I moaned when I took him in my mouth.

His hands brushed my hair back into a ponytail and he used that to control my speed, choosing slow and steady as opposed to Sacha's frantic need. He held me as far down as I could go for a few seconds each time and every time I gagged he groaned and pulled me back.

"You promised to tie me down," I said. Looking up at him with a grin, I put my hands together and said, "Pretty please Kirill, I need to cum so badly."

"Who do you need to cum for?"

"You," I said in a soft voice. "I need to cum for you. I did all of this for you."

That made him suck in a sharp breath. "Upstairs," he said. "First door on the right."

With a giggle I bolted for the stairs. I thought he'd chuckle but he growled and a glance behind me saw him racing after me. I shrieked and burst through the door and raced for the bed. He grabbed me by the legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed, I laughed and squirmed, soaking in the heat of his gaze.

"Hands together and above your head," he said. "Keep them there. Pretend I've tied them together, don't move them." He showed me that he wanted me to wrap my legs around him and moved me so my slit was around his cock, then he moved me up and down, sliding my length against him.

"Kirill." I spoke in a soft voice that turned to a gasp when his thumb found my clit.

"Yes pretty flower?" In seconds he had me writing against him begging for more.

"Please don't tease me. I need you so much it hurts."

"My timeline Rose, I decide when, your job is to keep from cuming until I say."

It was torture, absolute torture. I thought of all the things that would turn me off. My mother, my ex, sick puppies, cleaning my house, but time and time again he brought me back into the moment with just the movement of his cock sliding up along the underside of my clit.

I never thought I'd be so happy for him to shove my underwear in my mouth when he finally took hold of my jaw and said, "Open your mouth," but I was. I was moaning when he pulled back and when he positioned himself at my entrance and thrust inside me with one strong movement, I was so grateful that he said the word, "Cum."

That's exactly what I did. I screamed and shattered around him, my body shook and my entire world revolved around him in that moment. Kirill was an animal thrusting inside me like a wild man, over and over again. He came down on me and pressed his face into my neck.

"This is what I want. This is what a life with me will be like. This is what I'll give you. Give yourself to me like this and I'll make you my world." His teeth came down on my shoulder and when he bit me, I came a second time. This time my scream was softer, but it ended in sobs.

He came with a roar and it was that moment I realized he was bare. The fact that I didn't care worried me. The fact that it excited me scared me. He didn't stop moving after he came. He thrust into me over and over again until my sobs died and my body went limp.

Then and only then did he pull the underwear from my mouth and kiss me. "Hold me." He spoke softly into my mouth and when I wrapped shaking arms around his neck he murmured to me in a language I didn't understand. He bathed my face in kisses and my heart in sweet sounding words.

My mind blowing lover pulled back and gently cleaned me before pulling back the blankets and guiding me into bed. I slept with his body wrapped around mine and woke in the early hours of morning needing him again.

Crawling under the covers I took him in my mouth and revelled in the taste of us and the slow hardening of a cock I'd be obsessed with for the rest of my life. His hand found my head and the covers came back.

"You beautiful thing," he said. "Wake me like this every morning and I'll keep you forever."

Pulling back I laughed, "Maybe not every morning, but I couldn't help myself. Please..."

Kirill smiled and used the hand in my hair to pull me up to him. He kissed and nipped at my lips, holding me still. "Please what Rose, tell me what you want."

"I want to feel you inside me. I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel. I need you to help fill this ache in me."

He rolled us over until I was on my back and slipped inside me. We both groaned and his forehead dropped to my shoulder. He started groaning and mumbled in that language again.

My hands came up and ran over his head, down his back, then all the way back up. O"You feel amazing," I spoke softly, a part of me hoping my words would get lost under his. "It's been so long I forgot what it's like to be with a man, but after being with you, I'm not sure I was ever with a man before."

"Do you want to do it again?"

"Yes," I said. My whisper was met with a growl, "A thousand times, yes."

He had me wait to cum until he was ready, and as he exploded inside me, pleasure surrounded me. I could have sworn I loved him in that moment. Then, he held me, wiping away my tears with a gentle hand.

I'd forgotten about the gun until we came down for breakfast. He'd gotten dressed after our shower in a pair of jeans and an untucked dress shirt. I was wearing a pair of his sweat pants and a t-shirt. On his way past the table, Kirill picked up the gun and put it into the back waistband of his jeans. I froze, but he acted like it was no big deal.

"I have work to do today, just a few hours." He started pulling things out for the omelets he promised me. "I'll give you money to take a cab home and we can meet at the club around nine. That work?"

I swallowed my fear and said, "Nine's fine."

He looked over his shoulder and caught me staring at the gun. "The city's dangerous," he said. "My work is dangerous, but you're safe. You'll always be safe."

I nodded like I understood, but I'll be honest, the longer I stared at it, the more convinced I was that I didn't have it in me to do this, regardless of how much I wanted him.

He kissed me to within an inch of my life when we said goodbye at the cab, and followed it with, "I'm going to spend my day thinking about being inside you." God, I'd be thinking about that too. "Wear something that makes you feel beautiful. Don't dress like a tramp."

That made me smile, and say, "Have a good day." I didn't answer when he said he'd see me that night, because the fact was he wouldn't. I couldn't do it. Not with guns involved.

My forehead leaned against the window and I watched the world go by. It was so close to what I wanted, he was so close to what I needed.

Why is it that all the 'good men' are gay, married, or criminals?