opened up to her so easily. It was like pulling teeth to get him to communicate with me.
"You act like you do not want me anymore," she said with a note of dejection in her voice. I almost felt bad for her. Almost.
He sighed deeply. "You know that is not the case. I just have a lot going on."
"It has been a while for us and I need you," she whined again. I wished she'd stop doing that.
"No, now is not the time."
"Did you just push my hand away?" she said, enraged. My jaw dropped. Pushed her hand away from what exactly?
"Yes, I did. Now go home, Katja, I will be there soon."
"I do not understand why now is not the time. You say it is not me, yet you will not let me touch you or give you the release you so clearly need. You ignore me for hours on end, you stay at work late, you come home when I am sleeping, and leave before I wake. To a woman, the signs are all there, Konstantin."
"Nothing is there, I promise, sweetheart," he said, softening his voice. "You are reading into it too much."
Nothing is there. The nothing being me. I was nothing. I wasn't naive, I knew he couldn't say anything else, but the way he spoke it stung my heart in a hundred different places.
"You work so hard… I just want to help you," she offered, and the rustling sound I heard moments ago returned. "I love you, you know."
"I know you do, and I love you. Just please, go. Let me lock up and I will follow right after."
Katja switched over to Russian. Just when I thought he convinced her to leave, I heard the unmistakable sounds of clothes shuffling, a faint moan, and a sound I wasn't prepared for.
Slurping. Wet, sloppy, slurping. My stomach flipped and I swallowed down the bile in my throat.
This couldn't be happening.
"You taste different," she said. I paled at the repugnance in her voice. This time I actually felt bad for her. She was licking me off him and didn’t know it.
"I sweat a lot while I work out. How about we wait until I get home to shower and then we can pick up where we left off, yeah?"
"I do not mind," she said sweetly. "This is just a little of what is to come."
"Katja, please," he begged.
After a moment’s silence I heard a long slurp and a pop, followed by an incoherent moan that had to have come from her.
"Katja…" he growled, his voice was deep and guttural.
I had to see for myself what she did to him. If she was on her knees like I assumed she was, then her back would be to me.
I peeked around the corner of the desk, careful not to make a sound.
Kova was on the couch with his legs spread wide and Katja between his thighs. As if he sensed me watching, he looked up and locked eyes with mine.
A deep sigh expelled from his lips and he sank further into the couch. His mouth parted in bliss. "Yes," he drawled out, and pushed her head down on him. He pumped his hips harder into her face, not breaking eye contact with me. Her gulping moans filled the room, and her nails dug into his thighs in almost the exact places where my marks could be seen.
Kova fisted her hair and gritted his teeth. His facial expression was stuck somewhere in between remorse, pleasure, and guilt. The only thing that kept me from breaking down was the fact that he wasn't carnal in the way he was with me, and I found solace in that. Still, there was no way to mask the hurt written all over my face, and I let him see it.
Three more rough thrusts, then Kova pulled Katja's head back.
"I cannot fucking do this!" he bellowed and quickly put his dick back in his pants. Katja wiped her mouth and they both stood.
I backed up and returned to my dark hole and waited.
"For as long as it has been, I am surprised you are able to hold it right now," Katja mused, and I could hear the coy smile in her voice.
"Please. That should not be a surprise to you."
"Hmm…" she said, like she was recalling something in her mind.
Kova came twice earlier, his semen was still inside me after I begged for us to finish together. God… I don't know what I was thinking. I lost