Danya naked in my kitchen at work is something I never thought I’d see. He has me on my table as he fucks me grinding and slamming into me, making me moan until all I can do is hold on to him. He licks his favorite frosting off my breasts, sucking and licking until my body is on fire with need.
“Fuck, we should have done this with a shower close by,” he groans.
“I don’t care,” I pant, lifting his chin to kiss him.
Danya groans and moves his tongue with mine as he pushes my thighs wider and pounds deeper into me. My head falls back as I hold on to his shoulder, digging my nails in to him as I roll my hips with his.
His lips slip around my nipple, sucking and licking until my whole body trembles. He pushes me back so I’m lying on my own table, then rubs my clit as he continues eating frosting off me.
I can’t take it. He feels too good, knows just how to please me, ruins every other sexual experience I’ve ever had with his willingness to do everything, try everything.
“Danya!” I whine.
“You’re a whole fucking meal, Cupcake. My gorgeous. Zhizn moya,” he snarls, dissolving into Russian.
“Harder,” I beg. “Fuck me harder, Danya!”
He grabs my throat and holds me down, leaning over me so I can see the heat in his gaze, the pleasure written on his gorgeous face. I stroke down his abs, loving how his body moves under my touch and he fucks me so hard my table is forced against the wall over and over again.
I don’t even care if customers hear. Nothing matters but Danya, staring at me like I’m the only woman in the world he wants, like I’m the only person he could ever want to be with.
“Mine,” he snarls before biting my breast.
A whine leaves my throat, but he does it again and again. I’m so close to the edge, dangling on it, desperate to fall over and into the ecstasy he can give.
“Fucking ... come!” He orders, squeezing the sides of my throat as he lifts my leg over his shoulder and swats my ass hard. “Come or I’ll have to try something new.”
New sounds so good, especially considering this new angle has him rubbing against my clit every time he fills me. My eyes roll back and my back arches on the table. He licks over my other nipple–still covered in frosting and groans with me.
His fingers move from my butt cheek along my crack and to my backdoor. I jump as he circles there, but the second he pushes down, I come apart. My voice breaks, so my mouth hangs open silently as my core tightens around Danya’s cock.
My legs twitch as I squirm and writhe under him, trying to pull him closer and push him away at the same time. Danya’s growl fills my ear as my whole body burns away, leaving me with nothing but pleasure itself, total and complete bliss.
“Zhizn moya,” he growls as I come to, my eyes opening slowly, my body limp and languid. I can barely think, can barely move as he releases my throat and guides me off my table and onto my knees. “Finish me.”
I grab the back of his thighs and eagerly suck his cock, taking him as deeply as I can down my throat. He tastes like me and his own salty flavor. I moan and close my eyes, but he grips my chin, keeping me from moving on him.
“Eyes on me, only me,” he commands, his voice low and husky.
I meet his intense, dark gaze and open my mouth wider to fit more of him down my throat. He groans and his jaw tightens, his eyes dilate, and his hand slides back into my hair to guide me over his cock.
Danya moves me like he needs, takes control even though blow jobs are supposed to be something I do myself. I love it all the same. I love how he owns what he likes, how he teaches me what to do, and we both enjoy the process.
“Fuck, your mouth is so damn good,” he snarls.
I moan around him and he shudders before tugging my hair hard. “Take me as deep as you can and suck hard, Abby. Give me everything, so I’ll come for you.”
That’s all the encouragement I need. I jerk him closer to me and force him as far down my throat as I can. I use a trick I learned from a Cosmo blog to help with my gag reflex, even though my throat threatens to close around him entirely.
I make a sound I’m less than proud of, some kind of wet sucking sound combined with a whine, and Danya’s hand tightens in my hair to the point of pain before he comes down my throat.
He groans as his legs shake for me. I stroke up his abs as I slowly release his cock, licking along his length. His abs tighten against my hands and he sighs when I pop off the head of his dick.
“Fuck, Zhizn moya,” he rasps, pulling me up off my knees and kissing me hungrily.
Danya backs me against the table behind me like we’re going to go for round two. He cups the back of my neck and continues kissing me, ignoring the fact that whatever’s left of the frosting we used is getting all over both of us.
Even as Danya pulls my underwear back on me and wipes my chest off with a towel, he keeps kissing me.
“We’re going to have a lot of fun, Abby,” he promises me.
I giggle and lick some frosting off his chest. He chuckles. “Like your own frosting?”
“I like it on you even more,” I say.
He groans and lifts my chin to bite my bottom lip. “Stop tempting me into another round.”
Danya and I clean each other up as much as possible, then get dressed. I insist on teaching him how to make frosting, since we need more if I’m going to manage today. But he pulls me into the circle of his arms and kisses my temple.
“Hi, is Danya here?” A voice asks. “Hello? I’m sorry, I’m just ...”
“Oh, hi! I’m sorry,” Mona answers.
Danya’s frozen against me though, one arm wrapped around me as his other brushes his hip. I grab that hand. “Hey, we talked about you bringing guns here.”
“And you know exactly who and what I am,” he reminds in my ear. “Doesn’t that make you hotter for me?”
I rub my ass against him until he groans and his hand tightens on my shirt. “If you don’t stop teasing me, I’m going to have to drag you out of here and show you what your teasing earns you.”
Giggling, I shake my head and stand on my toes to kiss his jaw. “But someone’s here for you.”
“Don’t care,” he croons, his hand stroking down until he’s bunching my dress up. “I’m not here. I’m with you.”
The fact that he’s so turned on by me, the fact that he’s so determined to have me - it blows my mind. Even at my best with Aaron, he was done after one round and ready to move on to the next thing. None of my boyfriends have baked with me, especially not after sex.
Danya’s the first person to insist on being around me so much, with or without sex. Turning in his arms, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him slowly. Danya moans and strokes my cheek gently.
When he releases me, we stare at one another and I suck my bottom lip to avoid saying something cheesy or too sweet.
“Hey, you two done?” Mona asks.
Danya grins, still only looking at me. “With the fun stuff ... for now.”
“Good, because there’s someone at the counter for you,” Mona points at him, but her tone and face aren’t pleasant. “A girl.”
“Is it Sienna? I have the mock up for her cake almost done, I just need another half hour and-”
“No, Abby, not Sienna.” Mona narrows her eyes at Danya. “Have something to say, Danny?”
Danya shrugs and takes my hand, leading me out from the back as if I’m the guest and he’s the owner. Still, the fact he doesn’t want to let me go and that he’s eager to be with me, to show me off even, makes my heart beat double time.
A girl with dark hair up in a pony wearing clothes that make her look like a teacher. She’s shorter than me, thin, pretty. She looks at Danya with sharp eyes, sharper eyes than I expect from her from knowing her all of five seconds.
“Danya, we need to talk.”
“What did Ed do now?” Danya asks, rubbing my hand with his thumb. “If this is another fight-”
“It’s not a fight. He was called to business in the middle of a date, so it’s obviously important and I’m confused about why you’re not there. He said things were fine after the last bit of business a few days ago,” she says while looking around. “Tell me what’s going on.”
“If I knew, I would, Lilah.”
“Well! Find out!”
Danya sighs. “Give me a second.” He pauses instead of heading to the back, then turns around to face me. “Lilah, this is my ... my Abby. Abby, this is Ed’s girlfriend.”
Lilah rolls her eyes as Danya heads away. Mona shrugs and motions for us to go sit down. I grab a peach and cream cupcake and a classic vanilla and lead Lilah over to a table. She sighs as she sits down.
“I know that Edmon is plenty capable. He always comes home, but sometimes it gets to me. Normally, it’s kind of hot that he does what he does and it doesn’t.. it’s not a problem, but sometimes I hate it.”
“Want a cupcake?”
She moans and takes the vanilla. I smile and take the peach. Her leg keeps bouncing. “Edmon and I have been through so much. Honestly, I think it’s therapy worthy, but even in the worst of it, I trust him to stay alive. It’s one of the many things he’s good at... it might be the thing he’s best at, which is saying something, but it worries me too.”
“I can understand that,” I admit.
“Really?”
“I met Danya at the engagement party when I saw plenty of things I didn’t want to see,” I admit.
“You were caught up in that?” She gasps, then reaches across the table to take my hand. “I’m so sorry.”
“And then he got the call about ... business while we were together and he ran off, telling me to defend myself and came back covered in blood,” I whisper.
She nods and squeezes my hand. “But you’re still with him?”
“Yeah. It actually doesn’t bother me like it should. I guess I got all the shock out that first night. I don’t know. Things are kind of easy with Danya in a lot of ways,” I admit.
“And he called you his.”
I roll my eyes.
“You’ll get used to it. The twins have this vendetta against anything that takes them away from the Mafia or distracts them from what they consider their job and life,” she assures me. “But trust me, I haven’t seen Danya light up like this with anyone or put any business to the side. You’re special to him.”
I feel like I’m glowing hearing that, but at the same time, I remember his warning about that being dangerous and I’m not sure if it’s a good or bad thing to continue this relationship.