Xtraordinary by Ruby Laska

mouth.
    Under the surface of the water, the ring floated on the currents, and the beads moved within her. She allowed her hips to begin rocking in time with her own ministrations. Her eyes teared up as he fucked her mouth harder and deeper, but still she couldn’t get enough, working her lips and tongue frantically around the curved length of him. A harsh growl escaped his lips and his cock swelled and strained deeper, and she knew he was close. Tasting the salty trace of the explosion that she knew was imminent, Chelsea snuck her own hand below the water to rub her clit, hoping he was too distracted to notice.
    When he bent over her she was afraid that he was going to stop her just as his climax seemed inevitable, and she moaned against him, the sound garbled around his huge girth as he fucked harder, faster, ever faster. And then, as the first wave of his orgasm broke and he surged inside her, he reached not for the hand that was touching herself but for the ring. He threw back his head and groaned and pulled the ring and the beads began to slide from her while his hot semen poured into her mouth. The twin sensations assaulted her mouth and her ass as her fingers worked at her pussy and her own climax was only a split second behind his, her knees going rigid, her throat opening to take all that she could, her ass convulsing with wave after wave of pleasure in tune with her throbbing clit.
    As the last bead popped free, she jammed her fingers inside her pussy and lapped at Ricardo’s cock, desperate to take all of it. She could feel the echoing waves of his orgasm, one after another, gentling concentric circles of his pleasure twining with her own. For what seemed like ages he held her there against him, and her own fingers slowed and finally drifted away from her pussy, the warmth of the water making her feel weightless.
    Ricardo slipped from the edge of the tub and into the water, his back sliding down, and gathered her into his arms. She fit perfectly to his chest, the water coming up between them to their necks, and she lay bobbing in the bubbles while her body languidly retreated into its own pleasurable fugue.

CHAPTER NINE
    Vlad Aksyonov was smoking a filterless imported cigarette in an alley behind the apartment building where he had been staying. Ludmila, his current lover who said she was twenty-nine but in the harsh light of morning looked at least a decade older, would not allow him to smoke in her apartment, one more mark against her that was quickly adding up to make her more work than she was worth.
    In this country, Vlad had learned, it was much harder to get a woman to respect you than it was to get her to sleep with you. If you had a few coins in your pocket, if the bouncers at the nightclubs ushered you past the line, and if the avtoritet called you brother—sure, then they were eager to lift their skirts for you. But make some small mistake that earned the censure of the boss, and you suffered not only the humiliation among the brotherhood but the contempt of the woman you came home to.
    As soon as Vlad found someone else, he’d cut ties with Ludmila. Maybe suggest she head back to Novosibirsk, where she might still find someone to marry her now that her green card dreams were growing thin.
    But for now, he was content to let her cook for him and perform certain other favors, even if it meant he had to come to this stinking alley whenever he wanted a smoke. Although, she was probably already passed out since they’d been drinking heavily in the club until it shut down in the wee hours of the morning. He himself should be asleep, but the errand he had performed earlier this evening had left him with a certain amount of anxiety.
    It was delicate because, despite his assurances to his boss Sergey Tochiev, he wasn’t sure what Chelsea Ryder meant to de Santos. She was the only woman he’d been seen with more than once or twice, and the only one he’d ever taken to any of his own