The Competition

Yelena

After breakfast with a much more tense Natalia, I decide to check on Viktor. I knock on his door and wait for an answer. He opens it, obviously not expecting me.

"Natalia said she had to do the groceries and left," I say, trying to sound casual.

"Oh, uh... okay," he replies, a little taken aback.

"...Want to come in?" I nod hesitantly and give him a smile. As I step inside, the sight of Viktor's naked torso catches me off guard. I can't help but stare for a moment, and when our eyes meet, a spark of tension fills the air. "Sorry, I was just getting dressed."

"No, that's okay," I say quickly, feeling my cheeks heat up. "I didn't mean to interrupt." Trying to ease the tension, I walk over and plop down on his bed, stretching out comfortably. Viktor watches me for a moment, then, without warning, he crosses the room in a few quick strides. Before I can react, he slams his lips against mine, pinning me to the mattress. The suddenness of it takes my breath away. His lips are warm and insistent, and for a moment all I can do is respond, kissing him back with the same hunger. I wanted to...but guilt takes over and I break the kiss.

"We can't do this," I tell him as he goes to my neck and starts to nibble and suck on it.

"Please." kiss. "Just this time." kiss. "After this, you can pretend it never happened," his lips trail back to mine. "You know we both-" I cut him off with another kiss, unable to deny the feelings I've been trying to suppress. This moment, this connection, feels right in a way that nothing else does, and I don't want it to end. He tastes of vanilla and cinnamon...and I can't get enough. Slowly his lips leave mine and I look up at him to see him sinking to his knees...between my spread legs. Heat rushes to my face as I squeeze them together, but he stops me.

"Spread your legs, Malyshka."
It's been a long time since he called me that. "What are you doing..." 

"You know exactly what I am doing," he replies before lifting my skirt and pulling down my panties. His eyes lock with mine, filled with hunger that makes my heart race. "Soaking wet just by a make out session?" he observes as I try to calm my pounding heart. He gives me a slow, delicious lick as he buries his head between my legs, making me cry out in pleasure. The pleasure intensifies as he dives deeper into my sex, his tongue exploring every inch of my insides. He moans against me, sending vibrations through my core that threaten to consume me completely. His fingers join his tongue, rubbing my spot and I see stars. I arch my back and grab his hair lightly. My mind goes blank as the pleasure builds, my body trembling with the need for release. Viktor's fingers curl then scissor inside me as he presses the same spot over and over again. I fall over the edge, my vision blurring as I cry out Viktor's name. He doesn't stop moving until the trembling of my body stops. I lie panting and exhausted, unable to move. Viktor crawls to my body and kisses me deeply, letting me taste myself on his lips.