Alex crossed the room in three strides, caging her against the wall with his arms.
"Now," he said, his lips brushing against her ear, "you stop talking."
Tatiana's breath hitched. Her hands came up to his chest, fingers curling into his shirt. "Make me."
Alex's mouth found hers again, and this time there was no hesitation. His lips moved against hers with purpose, his tongue sliding against hers in a way that made her gasp into his mouth.
Her hands slid up to his shoulders, gripping tight as she kissed him back just as fiercely. Their mouths moved together, hungry and demanding, all the tension from dinner finally breaking free.
Alex's hand moved from the wall to her waist, pulling her closer. He could feel the heat of her body through the thin fabric of her dress, could feel the way she pressed against him.
Tatiana broke the kiss, breathing hard. Her eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. Without a word, she took his hand from her waist and slowly guided it up her body.
She placed his hand directly on her breast.
Alex's fingers curled instinctively, squeezing gently through the fabric. The dress was thin enough that he could feel everything - the weight of her breast in his palm, the hardness of her nipple.
"Uhhn~"
The sound that escaped Tatiana's lips was soft, breathy, and it sent heat straight through him.
He squeezed again, a little harder this time, his thumb brushing over where he knew her nipple was. Tatiana's head fell back against the wall, her eyes fluttering closed.
"Alex..." Her voice was barely above a whisper.
He kept squeezing, kneading her breast slowly, watching the way her breathing got heavier with each touch. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her lips parted.
"Let me make you more comfortable," Tatiana murmured, her hands moving to the high neck of her dress.
She found the zipper and pulled it down slowly. The sound of it sliding open seemed loud in the quiet room. Then she pushed the dress down, letting it pool at her waist.
Alex's breath stopped.
She wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were bare, full and perfect, her nipples was pink and it was already hard from his earlier touches through the fabric.
"Christ," he breathed.
Tatiana smiled, that dangerous smile that made his pulse race. "What are you waiting for?"
Alex didn't need to be told twice. He lowered his head, his mouth finding her breast. He started gently, his lips brushing against the soft skin, his tongue flicking out to taste her.
"Ahh~"
Tatiana's moan was louder this time. Her hand came up to the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair.
Alex took her nipple into his mouth, sucking gently while his tongue circled around it. She tasted like perfume and skin and something uniquely her. He could feel her nipple getting harder against his tongue, could hear the way her breathing turned into soft gasps.
His hand moved to her other breast, squeezing while his mouth worked on the first. Then he pinched her nipple gently between his fingers, rolling it.
"Uhhn~ Yes..."
Tatiana's grip on his hair tightened. Her other hand scrabbled against the wall, looking for purchase, but Alex was relentless. He switched sides, his mouth moving to her other breast while his hand took over where his mouth had been.
He sucked harder this time, his tongue flicking against her nipple faster. Tatiana's back arched off the wall, pushing her breast further into his mouth.
"Oh god... your mouth... uhhn~ it feels so good..."
Her praise sent a surge of satisfaction through him. He could feel her trembling slightly, could feel the way she was pressing against him. His free hand moved to her waist, holding her steady as he continued his attention on her breasts.
He alternated between gentle and rough - soft kisses followed by harder sucking, gentle tongue movements followed by grazing his teeth lightly. Each change in pressure drew a different sound from her throat.
"Alex... hah... don't stop..."
He had no intention of stopping. His mouth moved between her breasts, giving each one equal attention while his hands roamed her body. He could feel goosebumps rising on her skin, could feel the way she shivered when he found particularly sensitive spots.
After what felt like both an eternity and not nearly long enough, Tatiana gently pulled his head back. Her chest was heaving, her skin flushed, her lips swollen from their earlier kisses.
"My turn," she said, her voice husky. "My turn to make you feel good."
Before Alex could respond, her hand moved down between them, pressing against his groin through his trousers. He was already hard - had been since they'd started kissing - and her touch made him groan.
"Mmm..."
The sound escaped him before he could stop it. Tatiana smiled, that wicked smile that promised trouble.
"Someone's excited," she murmured, her fingers tracing the outline of him through the fabric.
Then she dropped to her knees.
Alex's breath caught as he watched her. She was still beautiful like this - her dress pooled around her waist, her breasts bare, her hair slightly mussed from his hands. But there was something else too. Something powerful in the way she looked up at him while her hands moved to his belt.
She undid it quickly, then moved to his button and zipper. When she pulled his trousers down enough to free him, his cock sprang out, hard and thick.
Tatiana's eyes widened slightly. She wrapped her hand around him, her fingers not quite able to meet around his girth.
"Well," she said, a hint of genuine surprise in her voice. "You've been hiding this."
Alex couldn't help the smirk that crossed his face. "Disappointed?"
"Not even a little." She stroked him once, slowly, her hand warm and soft. "Quite the opposite, actually."
She looked up at him, her eyes locking onto his. Even on her knees, there was something commanding about her gaze.
"Mr. Mercer," she said, her voice low and teasing. "Are you prepared?"
"Always."
Tatiana's lips curved into a smile. Then, without warning, she took him into her mouth.
"Fuck..."
The word came out as a hiss. The warmth of her mouth, the wetness, the way her tongue moved against him - it was almost too much all at once.
'I'm getting a blowjob from Tatiana Dijakovic,' Alex thought, the absurdity of it hitting him even through the pleasure. 'The woman who bought people at an auction. And it feels fucking incredible.'
Tatiana didn't rush. She worked him slowly, her mouth moving up and down his length at a leisurely pace. Her hand wrapped around the base, stroking what her mouth couldn't reach. Her other hand rested on his thigh, nails digging in slightly.
She took him deeper, her tongue swirling around him as she moved. When she pulled back, she focused on the head, her tongue flicking against the sensitive spot just beneath it.
"Shit... Tatiana..."
She hummed in response, the vibration sending pleasure shooting through him. Her eyes stayed on his face, watching his reactions, learning what made him groan and what made his breath catch.
Her technique was slow and deliberate. She'd take him deep, holding him there for a moment before pulling back. Then she'd focus on the tip, her tongue working in circles before taking him deep again. All the while, her hand kept a steady rhythm, stroking in time with her mouth.
Saliva made everything slick and warm. She wasn't shy about it - letting it drip down his length, using it to make her strokes smoother. The wet sounds mixed with his breathing and the soft moans she made whenever he hit the back of her throat.
Alex's hands moved to the wall, bracing himself. His hips wanted to thrust, to take control, but he held back. This was her show, and she was damn good at it.
Tatiana pulled back, her hand still stroking him as she looked up. Her lips were swollen, wet with saliva, and there was a heat in her eyes that made his pulse race.
"You taste good," she murmured, then took him back into her mouth.
She picked up the pace slightly, her head bobbing faster while her hand twisted with each stroke. Her other hand moved from his thigh to cup his balls, massaging them gently.
Alex groaned, his head falling back against the wall. The combination of her mouth, her hands, the sight of her on her knees for him - it was almost enough to push him over the edge.
But before he could get too close, Tatiana pulled back completely. She stood slowly, maintaining eye contact the entire time. Her dress was still bunched at her waist, her breasts still bare.
She turned around, facing the wall. Then she bent slightly, pushing her ass out as she lifted the bunched fabric of her dress higher, exposing the black lace of her underwear.
She looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes dark and hungry.
"It's time you fuck me, Alex Mercer."