Cute Girls

It was so unbelievably cold. Bowing her head, Alex pulled her leather jacket tighter around her petite frame as she stumbled across campus. Thoughts of just collapsing under the weight of a ridiculously heavy book bag and the frigid air seemed tempting. ‘Go on without me,’ she called silently to imaginary hiking mates as she pictured her trembling frame being slowly buried in the snow. The short distance between the parking lot and the library might just as well have been Mt. Everest.

Too damn cold.

In effort to avoid the miserable weather, Alex had stuffed all of her books into her bag. Perhaps if the weather had been nicer she would have left half in her car, to be retrieved between classes. But the wind chill had dropped into the single digits, and there was no way in this frozen-over hell that she would make the journey back across campus any more times than she had to.

Finally, mercifully, she pushed her way through the heavy glass doors and was embraced by the warm air inside. Shivering her way to the coffee counter, she dropped her bag to the floor and rubbed her gloved hands together.

“Beautiful weather we’re having,” an older man to her left smiled. She rolled her eyes at him, wishing that someone would eventually start a new catch phrase to describe the notorious nasty weather January brought to this tiny speck on the map.

“Yeah,” she answered, offering the obligatory smile and nodded. “Latte, plain,” Alex told the student behind the counter.

While Alex waited, she turned and glanced around at the others who huddled in the library entrance, some hesitating before braving the cold, others sipping coffee and chatting quietly. She paid for the liquid heat and hauled her bag back over her small shoulders.

The best nook in the library was upstairs in the little-visited section in the back. Here the various history texts regarding ancient civilizations formed a great barrier offering Alex quite a bit of privacy from the rest of the library. She often wondered if any other student knew of this secluded gem. She never saw anyone back past the stacks. Perhaps not many students were interested in ancient civilizations.

Today’s agenda centered on reading for her position paper for an ethics class. Alex chose the death penalty as a timely issue for presentation. Arguing against capital punishment would be a real challenge as it appeared that the majority of her classmates tended to be of redneck descent. Still, Alex felt up to it and after reluctantly peeling off her coat—it was chilly “back in the stacks”—she settled down into a comfy overstuffed chair and opened a new book. After about an hour of reading and taking notes, she became aware of another presence. Looking up Alex noticed a tall man actually browsing the texts in the ancient section. His long fingers skimmed lightly over the call numbers on the books as he searched.

He was attractive, maybe about forty years of age. His short wavy hair curled softly at the nape of his neck. He frowned, looking down at a slip of paper in his hand, then back at the shelf as if the book he sought was missing. He licked his lips in thought and Alex smiled to herself, enjoying a fleeting errant thought of what his tongue might feel like licking over her lips. She shook her head and glanced back down at her hand, still posed to add more notes to her paper.

“Excuse me,” a voice interrupted her study, “you wouldn’t by chance have any idea where I might locate a text that should be on one of these shelves?”

Alex looked up—and up. The man towered over her chair. His face was very handsome, more so than his profile had hinted at. Ice-blue eyes pierced Alex’s deep-blue ones. Thick lips sat under a long nose with wide nostrils. Well, perhaps it was only the angle from which Alex sat, but they looked wide. She pictured them flaring in a moment of fury. It was a strange thought, sure, but his whole face was uniquely captivating. There was a sense of great passion underneath his smoothly-shaven face.

“I’m sorry,” she finally answered. “If it’s not on the shelf, perhaps another student has it out on loan.”

“These—,” he gestured to the shelves behind him, “are not to be removed from the library.” He looked quite serious and Alex could not help but raise her eyebrows at him. This was not her problem.

“Check with the front desk, perhaps someone has moved it,” she told him. Good-looking and arrogant. Well, there’s a surprise, she thought to herself.

“Maybe you have it,” he said, ignoring her suggestion and peering down at the several books she had spread around her. He didn’t accuse her; he just seemed to be oblivious to what she was saying.

Alex blinked and turned her palms up towards him. “I’m not even using books from that shelf,” she said quietly but evenly. “These are from another section. I’m sitting here to avoid being disturbed.”

The chill in her voice seemed to get his attention. The man turned his attention from Alex’s books and looked her once again in the eyes. She saw a flicker of amusement flash in his eyes. “And I’ve disturbed you?”

“Not exactly,” Alex politely attempted to keep the annoyance she felt under wraps. “But I do not have your book, nor do I know where it is. Once again, let me suggest that you check with the front desk.” She met his gaze, her pointed chin lifted.

A small smile that went no further than his mouth stretched his lips. “My apologies for disturbing your study,” he said. “I admire a student who places her schoolwork before idle chit-chat.”

Alex shifted uneasily. There was a coldness to his demeanor, and suddenly the chill of the room ran down her spine causing her to shiver slightly. She wished she were standing. Perhaps his large frame wouldn’t seem so imposing.

The man held his hand out. “Dr. Ivan Petrov,” he said, introducing himself. Alex automatically put her hand up and into in his. His smooth fingers wrapped around hers firmly.

“Alex Caine,” she answered. Dr. Petrov held her hand longer than customary. Petrov? Was this a new professor? she thought to herself. Petrov… Petrov… It rang a bell, yet she could not quite place why it sounded familiar.

“Well, Ms. Caine,” Petrov said releasing her hand. “I will let you get back to your reading.”

“Okay,” she replied nodding absently. Her mind was still trying to place where she had heard the name before. “Good luck in finding your book.”

Dr. Petrov gave her another non-smile as he walked back towards the shelf to give one last look to the books stuffed between the shelves. Alex watched him for a moment before he finally turned and left the lonely corner of the library.

Petrov… Petrov… Alex dug into her book bag and pulled out the syllabus for her Eastern Europe history course. She flipped through the pages before she found what her subconscious had remembered.

January 27, Guest Speaker: Dr. Ivan Petrov, Author.

Alex curled her toes inside her shoes. She felt that same strong cold run over her skin once again.

Damn this winter weather.

*****

Alex could not get Dr. Ivan Petrov out of her mind. It was silly. There was no reason that he should invade her thoughts, but when her mind wandered—as it often did these days—he would invariably turn up, towering over her once again, his steely gaze looking intensely at her, making her squirm in her mind’s eye. Men like that made Alex uneasy. They were to be avoided. She had learned that lesson well.

Yet, there he was, even in the night as the wind whipped outside her bedroom window, leaning over her body, his long fingers tracing over her naked flesh as she tossed fitfully in dream-filled sleep. His hands cupped her small breasts as fingertips pinched her dark nipples until they hardened. Alex jerked awake to find an aching between her legs which only frustrated her more. She pressed her thighs together and rolled onto her belly, pulling her pillow over her head and moaning.

The Monday morning Dr. Petrov would be speaking in her class Alex took care in what she chose to wear to school. She hated that she felt to pick something special, but she found herself choosing a figure-flattering outfit, one that would smartly show her petite frame, but would not make her look cheap. She looked in the mirror. Attractive and professional. Good.

Trudging across campus was the usual painstaking process. The wind had only picked up as the morning went along. Alex put a gloved hand over her right ear to block the cold. She looked forward to the overcrowded classroom and her seat by the register. She hurried along, increasing her pace until she had passed through the doors of Gates Hall. Once inside the classroom, she removed her coat and sat at her desk in the back, flipping idly through her notes. She couldn’t concentrate, however, as the anticipation of seeing Dr. Petrov again made her stomach flip. She didn’t understand her reaction to the thought of this man. It was unnerving.

He appeared at the door with Dr. Allen, talking to several students as they filed in and took their seats. Alex quickly turned her attention back to her notes and pretended to review what she had written. She ignored the chatter of her classmates. Carefully she looked up through her dark lashes. Petrov was looking in her direction, a tiny smirk lifting his upper lip. She shifted her eyes back to her notes.

“Okay, everyone settle down,” Dr. Allen announced over the din. “Today we have Dr. Ivan Petrov here to discuss the Bolshevik Revolution and Lenin’s ascent to power. Dr. Petrov is the author of several books on 20th century Russia and the Communist experiment. I encourage you to take notes and participate, as I will require a brief five –page response paper on what we discuss here today. The paper will be due on Friday.” Dr. Allen motioned to the podium. “Dr. Petrov, if you’d like to begin.”

“Thank you,” Dr. Petrov answered and adjusted his papers as he surveyed the students before him. Alex looked up in time to once again meet his icy gaze. She licked her lips unconsciously and held her breath.

Dr. Petrov smiled politely and began his lecture.

He spoke well, and Alex found herself taking many notes as she listened to his lecture. Unlike some speakers who stayed glued to the podium, Petrov walked the length of the front of the room as he addressed the class. Several in her class participated asking questions, however the majority sat bored, marking their time. They were only there for the three credits the course offered.

“Ms. Caine,” his smooth voice caused her to jerk her head up. He paused in his pacing; he was facing away from her as he spoke. “Ms. Caine, how would you define the Bolshevik Revolution?” He turned towards her. The eyes of the class followed, and Alex felt very uncomfortable.

Alex looked down at the top of her desk. She had been put on the spot—for whatever twisted reason this man had—and if she didn’t rise to this challenge, she would kick herself for the rest of the week.

“I would define it as a non-Revolution,” she said quietly.

Petrov cocked his head to the side. “And your argument is?”

“The government had collapsed. Lenin and his party stepped in to form a new form of government. I would not consider that to be revolutionary.” Alex shifted in her chair and prayed that the floor would open up and swallow her. Instead, something better happened. A young annoying girl named Erica, who never shut up and always felt the need to comment, interrupted.

“Wasn’t it more of a coup? I mean, not so much an overthrow of government, but…” and she prattled on. Alex twirled her pencil between her fingers and felt the relief of the moment wash over her. By now Dr. Allen had interjected some of his thoughts and the focus left Alex. Petrov, however, kept his eyes on Alex until a question forced him to pay attention to another student.

The class ended shortly thereafter and Alex shoved her books back into her bag, still refusing to look in Petrov’s direction. She slipped her coat over her shoulders and made her way to the door.

“Ms. Caine,” Dr. Allen called after her. She stopped and turned. “Do you have a moment?”

“Sure,” she answered as other students escaped into the hall. She avoided looking at Petrov.

“I’m hosting a small dinner tonight since Dr. Petrov is visiting and I thought perhaps you might like to attend if you don’t have any plans for the evening. Dinner will be served at 8:00, but people should be arriving at around 7:30. Will you be able to come?”

Alex had been lucky enough to be invited to several of Dr. Allen’s dinners. Usually several other professors and students were invited, and it was always a pleasant evening. She looked to Petrov.

“I’d love to hear the rest of your argument on the Bolshevik non-Revolution,” he said seemingly fighting a small smile.

Alex turned to Dr. Allen. “I’ll see you this evening. Thank you.”

And she fled.

*****

7:30 arrived so quickly. Alex had barely enough time to return home and shower. She also wanted to change into something a bit more appropriate—casual, yet fitting for the evening. She brushed her auburn hair back behind her ears and looked into the mirror. She wondered if Petrov found her attractive.

The usual group was at Dr. Allen’s home that evening. A sociology professor, Dr. Baden and her husband, two other history professors, Dr. Green and Prof. Stuart, plus four other students, two of which were in her history class earlier that day.

Drinks were served as she walked through the door, and by 8:15, everyone had sat down at the dinner table. Alex found herself seated across from Petrov. She hadn’t spoken to him since her arrival as he was busy visiting with the other history professors. However, she had felt his eyes on her throughout the evening.

Conversation was light, and thankfully Petrov never followed through on his threat to make her explain her theory of non-Revolution. After a fine meal, everyone moved back into Dr. Allen’s living room. He had a wonderful fire blazing in the fireplace and Alex took a spot on the floor in front, sitting comfortably with her legs folded under. Petrov sat down in the chair closest to the fire and swirled his drink in his glass.

“You look very nice this evening, Ms. Caine,” he said running his eyes casually over her.

“Thank you.” Alex looked down into her glass of wine.

“You don’t strike me as a shy women, regardless of your reluctance to speak in class today. Do I make you uncomfortable?”

Alex worried her lower lip between her teeth, thinking. Yes, he made her very uncomfortable. He was attractive, intelligent, but those weren’t reasons for concern. It was how he looked at her. It made her feel… naked. But she couldn’t very well say that to him.

“I think—” she began, then paused. “I believe that you are used to people deferring to you, maybe even snapping to attention for you, and yes, that makes me uncomfortable. I don’t like to be expected to perform on command.” Alex met his stare evenly with one of her own. The wine made her a little more bold.

He laughed and Alex was struck by how very handsome he was. When his smile—or laugh—was genuine, his mouth stretched wide and his face became beautiful. The sharp angles of his broad face were softened.

“I think I like you, Ms. Caine. I hope that you will sign up for my class this upcoming fall.”

“This fall?”

“Yes. I have been offered a position to teach at the university. My visit here was not just as guest speaker. I also wanted to learn more about the university and determine if I wanted to fill an opening as a visiting professor.” Petrov sipped his drink. “I think I’ll enjoy it here, so I’ve accepted.”

“That’s wonderful,” Alex answered. “Great.”

Petrov leaned forward. “Perhaps you would like to apply to be my assistant. Dr. Allen recommended you.”

“Oh… well, maybe, if it fits into my schedule,” Alex nodded, taking a gulp of wine. “Anyhow, I should be going. Still have some studying to do before tomorrow. I’m sure I’ll see you on campus then.” She stood to leave.

“I look forward to it.” Again, that smirk on his face made Alex annoyed yet uneasy.

“Good-night, Dr. Petrov.”

“Good-night Ms. Caine.”

*****

It was Friday, and although Alex hadn’t seen Petrov on campus since that evening at Dr. Allen’s, he had been in her thoughts again. She finally admitted to herself that it was simply a matter of attraction. She was attracted to him and that is what made her uncomfortable. There was nothing dark or twisted about this man, it was simply her own desire that bothered her.

It made sense. After her last relationship…

So Friday evening found her leaving campus late as she had stayed to work on her position paper. It was due the following week and she had wanted to double-check her sources before handing it in.

As she sat in her car turning the key, she listened to the engine whine pathetically in the frigid night air. It rolled, it sputtered, it died. Alex laid her head on the steering wheel and moaned. Motherf—

A knock at her window startled her. Someone was tapping on the glass. She peered out and up.

Petrov.

She opened her door for him.

“It seems you are stuck,” he said. “Battery?”

“Maybe. She’s not a fan of the cold these days.”

“Come on,” he said. “I’ll drive you home.”

Alex reluctantly climbed from her car and slid into Petrov’s warm one. She put her hands in front of the heater vent and shivered.

“You don’t like the cold, do you?” he asked.

“I never minded it to this year,” she answered truthfully. “But this year, it seems to ram into my bones.”

He looked at her through the darkness that separated them. “I would say it has less to do with the weather and more to do with the fact that you are here on a Friday night.”

Alex was shocked. Petrov had intruded just a bit too far.

“My personal life—”

“—or lack of it—” he interjected.

“—has little to do with the cold I’m feeling,” she finished frostily.

“It’s just my opinion.”

Suddenly Alex was angry. “Why do you seem to enjoy insulting me? Or annoying me? Or trying to intimidate me? What kind of sadistic pleasure do you get out of this? And you know,” Alex threw her hands up, “you don’t even know me. Why in the hell do you bother?”

Petrov reached across the seat and pulled Alex to him. His mouth covered hers, silencing her rant. One fist held the shoulder of her coat tightly, the material balled between his fingers, the other hand had wrapped around the nape of her neck. He held her firmly as she pressed her palms to his chest.

His lips were soft as they crushed to hers. Petrov’s tongue pressed past them and forced her mouth open. Like his lips, it was soft and thick. It filled her mouth. She whimpered and tried to pull away, but he held her still.

Alex suddenly stopped fighting. She felt her body relax and her lips became more pliant. She let his tongue have free reign in her mouth before he drew hers back into his. Her hands ceased trying to push him away. Alex kissed him back. Hungrily.

Moments later he broke away, resting his forehead against hers. He held her face between his large hands. Then he kissed her lips, this time tenderly.

“Let’s go some place warm.”

“Okay,” Alex whispered.

*****

Fifteen minutes later they pulled up in front of a beautiful house on the older side of town. Petrov shut off the engine and turned to Alex.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“My new house. Come inside. I have a fire going.”

“Are we going to…” her voice trailed off.

He turned her chin up to look at him. “Yes.”

Once inside, Alex walked ahead of him through the foyer and into the front room. A roaring fire raged in the fireplace. Unpacked boxes filled the room and drop cloths covered the furniture. Petrov came up behind her and pulled Alex’s coat off of her shoulders.

“Sit by the fire and I’ll get you something to warm up your insides.” He tucked an unruly curl behind her ear and bent to kiss the side of her neck. Alex trembled slightly and she instinctively pressed back against him. His hands slipped around her shoulders and like in her dream, he cupped both breasts, running his fingers over her nipples. She rested her head against his chest and moaned. “Go sit down,” he whispered into her ear as he released her.

Alex walked to the fireplace and sat down on the blanket that had been spread out before it. She wondered if he had placed it there anticipating bringing her to his home tonight. A few minutes later he reappeared and handed her a glass of merlot. He lowered himself beside her and stretched out, trapping Alex between the fire and his large frame. Petrov propped his head up on his hand. She sat cross-legged and sipped her wine.

Petrov reached up and stroked Alex’s face, his fingers trailing down her neck and lower still, over her right breast. Fingertips drew small circles on the underside of the breast, sometimes pressing up and lifting it as if he was judging its fullness. Alex wasn’t a large-busted woman, but her breasts fit perfectly into his palms. She sighed.

“Do you like having them touched?” he asked softly.

“Yes,” she whispered shyly.

“Take your shirt off.”

“Pardon?” she was surprised at his directness.

“Take your shirt off. And your bra. I want to look at you.”

Alex hesitated, but then complied. Shaking hands pulled her shirt off over her head. She laid it at her side and looked down at Petrov.

His hand grazed over the fabric of her bra. He stroked her nipples through the material. They pushed out through their confinement.

“Take your bra off, Alex. I want to look at you,” he said again.

She obeyed, reaching behind and unhooking the clasp. She dropped the garment on top of her shirt. Alex looked towards a shadowy corner of the room. She felt the heat from the fire on her back and the heat of his gaze on her chest.

“You have beautiful breasts, Alex,” he said. “Touch them for me.”

Alex looked at Petrov. Her hands instinctively cupped both, one in each hand. He was watching her face. She ran her fingers over the dark nipples and closed her eyes. This was new, performing for this audience of one. She pinched her own nipples, pulling them downward before releasing them to stroke the full undersides again.

“Put your hands behind your head,” Petrov instructed her softly. Alex opened her eyes and looked at him. “Lace your fingers together behind your head.”

Once again, Alex followed his orders, her breasts thrust out as her back automatically arched.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, his fingers running lightly over her flesh. He traced each nipple before leaning forward and taking the right one between his lips. He sucked gently as his fingers pulled lightly on the left one. Alex moaned and felt a wetness forming between her legs. Petrov’s teeth grazed her nipple. She drew in a sharp breath as he pinched the other hard. She did not lower her arms.

“Good girl, good girl.” Petrov sat up and kissed her mouth, his tongue licking her lips, wetting them. He stood and pulled her to her feet. Spinning her slowly, he turned her towards the fire. His hands encircled her waist and Alex felt him undo her jeans. Hooking his fingers into the waistband, he pulled her pants to the floor, leaving her panties in place. Alex felt so naked with Petrov still wearing his clothing, but she stepped out of her jeans. She turned to face him once more and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He leaned down and they kissed, their tongues dueling slowly in each other’s mouths. She pressed the length of her body to his and could feel the hard flesh rising in his pants. He had seduced her and she was not going to deny him. She wanted this.

Breaking their embrace, Petrov led her several steps to a covered chair. He pressed her to it, the front of her thighs against the back of the chair as he bent her forward. He knelt behind her and she felt her panties being pulled slowly down as his lips brushed over the flesh of her heart-shaped behind. The remaining article of clothing was pulled off and Petrov spread Alex’s legs. The heat of his breath caressed her exposed pussy. She shuddered, anticipating his next move.

So softly she could barely feel it, Petrov ran his tongue over Alex’s parting pussy lips. He licked upward along the shaved flesh as she gasped softly into the padded chair. He continued his slow assault, each stroke deliberate and calculated. He pressed his tongue into her wet folds and further into her body. His hands held her hips tightly so that Alex was pinned, unable to press back to his skilled mouth. Petrov alternated between tongue-fucking her warm depths and licking a trail up between the soft cheeks of her ass.

“Oh god,” Alex panted. Her nipples ached as much as her pussy as he continued the methodical torture of her hungry pussy.

His hands left her hips and Alex felt him pull her ass open, exposing more intimate parts of her body. She tensed instinctively and she heard his soft ’shhh’.

“Relax,” he told her. His tongue dipped back into her wetness and this time traveled further up until the tip swirled expertly over her tight anal opening. She sucked in a breath as he continued to tease her there. Alex shivered under his touch. A finger replaced Petrov’s tongue and he pressed lightly.

“Are you a virgin here?” he asked.

Alex paused. She wasn’t, but she was hesitant to admit it. She had had a couple bad experiences with anal sex, and was reluctant to encourage him. Still, she was honest.

“No. I’m not.”

Petrov didn’t respond, but removed his finger and pressed his mouth to Alex’s pussy, licking and pulling the slippery flesh between his lips. Alex pressed back as he buried his face between her legs. He sucked on her, drawing the thick arousal from her body.

Alex felt her body grow limp as she succumbed to Petrov’s oral talents. He left no speck of flesh untouched, yet avoided her clit as she arched her back and lifted her ass higher to give him full access to her body.

He was teasing her.

Before she was satisfied, Petrov stood and pulled Alex back to her feet. She looked up at him. He continued to run his hands over her body, causing gooseflesh to rise on her skin. She swayed slightly, intoxicated by his touch as he overloaded her senses. He stopped long enough to pull his own shirt off. Alex ran her fingers over the muscles in his chest. Petrov was not a body-builder, but his muscles were firm across his broad chest. She teased his nipples to attention before licking her tongue over them. Taking a little pebble in her mouth, she worried it tenderly between her teeth. Petrov held her tightly to him as he groaned, his hand at the back of her neck.

He ran his hands through her curls, tilting her head back and once again their lips met in a passionate kiss. Alex breathed heavily through her nose grinding her body against him. How she wanted him! It had been so long since a man had excited her like this. It made her nervous that he could so easily do this to her, but she was helpless to it. She wanted nothing more. Her hand ran lower and she stroked the length of him through his pants. She could feel how hard he was. She wanted him inside her. The wetness between her legs was running down her inner thighs.

“Fuck me…” she whispered into his mouth. “Fuck me…”

Petrov’s face was shadowed in the dimly lit room, but Alex could see the corners of his mouth lift briefly. He took her by the hands and placed them on the wall by the fireplace. He leaned her body forward and spread her legs with his foot. She quivered, waiting for him. She heard the rustle of his pants as he undid the button and pulled his cock from the clothing. He didn’t remove his pants, but pushed up behind her, bending at the knees slightly to line up with her hot hole.

His cock head rubbed between her swollen nether lips, sliding up and down her slit as he wetted the tip. Alex moaned and pushed back. Petrov swatted her ass once.

“Be still,” he told her. Alex obeyed as she trembled, waiting. Again he ran his hardness up and down her cunt. Alex felt her body tensing and releasing, anxiously waiting the first thrust. Would he go slow? Would he shove himself inside her deep and hard? Would he push in a little, then withdraw it so slowly, making her beg him to put it all the way in? His cock was thick, would he stretch her pussy? Alex’s breath was ragged.

Petrov took his time wetting his cock. His left hand stayed on her hip, holding her in place.

“Tell me you want it,” he said low. “Let me hear you ask me for it, Alex.”

“Please, I want it…” she answered him, her voice small.

“What do you want?”

“Your cock, inside me… I want you to fuck me.” Alex closed her eyes.

“How do you want it, Alex? Do you want it slow, or should I fuck you hard? Is that how you want it? Hard, in your little pussy?” His voice tickled against her ear.

“Yes,” she answered breathlessly. “Fuck me hard… hard.”

Petrov suddenly thrust his wide cock hard into Alex’s steamy depths. She cried out, her body rocking forward before Petrov caught her hips in both hands and yanked her back, impaling her.

“Oh god!” she called out as the brutal assault sent a quick wave of pain through her pussy and into her belly. She rose up on tiptoe and leaned heavily against the wall, poising herself for the next thrust.

Petrov slowly leaned back, Alex’s inner pussy lips pulling out of her body as her lover withdrew.

“Again?” he asked.

“Yessss…” she hissed. He slammed back into her body, his width stretching her open as the head of his cock rammed her cervix. He continued this rhythm, the slow withdrawal, the hard drive back into her dripping pussy. Alex cried out with each forward shove into her body. It was exquisite. Petrov picked up speed and the thrusts became faster, just as hard, but more rough. He dug his fingers into her hips as he forced his pole as hard into her as she could stand. She felt the heat of his cock searing her insides and sending a chill over her skin as she panted.

“Touch yourself,” Petrov commanded her. “Finger your clit. I want to feel you cum while I’m inside you.” Alex was happy to comply, and steadied herself with one hand as the other slipped between her legs. Her little clit was rock-hard and pulsing under her fingers. She rubbed it fiercely, matching Petrov’s rough fucking. It wasn’t long before she could feel the orgasm coming, the sparks starting in her toes as she curled and flexed them, anticipating the first wave of cumming with Petrov.

“That’s it,” his breath was ragged. “Good girl… keep touching yourself.”

Alex couldn’t have stopped had she wanted to. Mindlessly she frigged her clit until she felt the first spasm of her pussy as it squeezed his cock.

“I’m gonna cum… oh god yes… I’m gonna cum…” she blurted out as her hips bucked uncontrollably. Her body stiffened and then trembled as wave after wave of her orgasm spread from her clit and through her pussy, running up her belly as she shook. Petrov gave one final mean thrust into Alex’s abused pussy and grunted. He jerked as his load rolled up from his balls and deep inside Alex’s body. Jets of cum shot from his cock, mixing with her own creamy juices. He swung one arm around her waist, his other hand landing on the wall by hers as he gasped loudly. He held her tight to him.

As she floated back to her senses, Alex became aware of his voice speaking softly to her. She didn’t understand what he was saying. He spoke gently in Russian, whispering the strange words into her ear. She didn’t ask what they meant.

Petrov’s cock slipped wetly from her body and he lifted her in his arms. He sat down in a covered chair and held her to his chest, cradling her like a small child. Alex closed her eyes and sighed as he stroked her hair. The wind howled outside again, as it did on these January nights, but Alex didn’t feel the chill. Petrov’s warmth blazed stronger than the fire, and she was content to stay in his arms. It didn’t matter what happened tomorrow—or the day after that. For now, two lovers could bask in other’s glow, and forget about the cold.

*****