Falling for the Mafia Brothers: Summer Vacation
Автор
Meghann Crane
Прочтений
69,3K
Глав
2
Chapter One
Kyle
It’s been a while since we last visited Russia. I’ve been yearning to return for years, to see more of the country where Max and Dimitri hail from. We rented a house in Tuapse, right on the Black Sea. The goal was to spend more time together, so we left Evie and Anton with Ryan and Varina for the two weeks we planned to be here.
Max and Dimitri spent months preparing for this trip. I suspect they’re just as excited as I am, but they’re not keen on admitting or showing it.
“This house is gorgeous,” I exclaimed in awe as we walked through the door. It’s larger than what we need, but Max and Dimitri never skimp on vacations.
“Glad you like it, Myshka.” Even after all these years, the nickname still makes my heart flutter.
“What do you want to do first? Go boating or swim in the pool?” Max asked.
“Boating.” The decision was easy. I’ve never been, and knowing Max and Dimitri, I was certain the boat would be spectacular.
“You have ten minutes to get ready,” Dimitri instructed.
***
I wasn’t wrong. The boat was more like a small house. It boasted two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a full bathroom. There was an upper deck and the main deck, and, of course, a captain and someone to wait on us.
I was on the upper deck, admiring the coast, when Max joined me. I felt his presence before he spoke—a comforting and familiar energy.
“I think you found your favorite place on the boat, little bee.” His Russian accent has faded over the years, but the raspy tone still sends shivers down my spine. I leaned into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against mine.
“Mhmm,” I murmured as his arms encircled my waist.
Max began kissing my neck. “I’ve been waiting to kiss you all fucking day.”
I closed my eyes and tilted my head to give him more access. “Why did you wait?”
“It wouldn’t be fair to keep you locked up in a house when you’ve never been here before.”
“If you made it worth my time, I don’t think I would mind,” I teased.
“I can always make it worth your time.” Max slipped his hand into my bikini bottoms and slid his fingers through my folds.
“Always wet and ready,” he growled.
“Always,” I sighed as he continued to stroke me. His touch was gentle yet insistent, sending waves of pleasure through me and making me crave more.
I spread my legs to give him more access. “I want more,” I demanded.
Over the years, I’ve learned that Max likes to hear what I want. “What exactly do you want, little bee? Do you want my fingers inside you? Do you want me to fuck you against the railing? There are so many things I could do to you.”
“All of it,” I moaned as he plunged his fingers into me.
“Still so fucking tight. I can’t wait until this pussy of yours is wrapped around my cock, taking every inch of it.”
“Yes,” I gasped.
Before Max and Dimitri, I was shy about sex. I didn’t have a clue what to do, but they helped me overcome my shyness and discover what I liked and didn’t like. There isn’t much I don’t like.
“Oh God,” I cried out as Max curled his finger inside me, causing my back to arch into him and my hips to grind against his arm.
“Good girl, keep riding my hand. Show me how much you want to cum. How much you want to soak my fingers.”
I gripped the banister as my knees buckled and the familiar tension building throughout my body snapped. My orgasm ripped through me the moment Max thrust his fingers hard into me.
“Such a good girl,” Max praised as he raised his hand to my lips. “Taste yourself. See how sweet you taste.”
His fingers brushed my bottom lip as I stuck my tongue out to lick them. He then quickly turned me around and placed his fingers in his mouth—his eyes never leaving mine.
“So fucking delicious. Still the best snack I’ve ever had.”
