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Skin Games	By : YDiaz Category: Individual Celebrities > Dr. Ivan Rusilko Views: 1117 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All charaters are over 18 years of age. I do not know any of the characters in this story, including Dr. Ivan Rusilko or Gema (who is totally a fictional character based on me) and I am not making a profit/money from this

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- 1-Skin Games
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Leaning over the wooden bar, its coolness felt good against my damp skin even through the thin material of my silk camisole. The place was crowded tonight, as it always was on Ladies Night at Blue Moon, not even one more soul would fit in this downtown bar tonight. As the thought passed through my mind, I said a little prayer, hoping that he’d made it in tonight. He was always late.
I mentally laughed because I knew better than that. Silly man. Ivan always showed up to our little game night. He enjoyed them too much to miss them. I knew he was in here somewhere, but Ivan would come up to me when he was good and ready. He was probably standing in a dark corner, watching me.
I leaned further into the bar, angling my ass higher and standing on my tiptoes so that my denim skirt rode up a little higher on my thighs. Wherever he was in here, he’d get a good fucking look at it.
Come out, come out, wherever you are…
Yelling over Bob Marley who was signing about jamming it up, I ordered my usual dirty martini with 3 olives when the bartender was close enough. I was still waiting for my drink when a hard body came up behind me and pressed me tighter into the bar top. Tanned arms went round my waist and latched onto the lip of the bar, caging me in. I knew those arms, knew the feel of them against my skin…knew the strength they held. But even if I hadn’t known them, the hard contours of the body pressing up against the softer curves of my back, were unmistakable to me. I knew them intimately.
My body shivered a little when an image of our last encounter flashed through my brain. It was a bad combination - Ivan’s body flushed against mine, dirty images in my mind - it was a recipe for dirty, disgusting public sex. Jesus, I could never control myself with this man.
As if things couldn’t get any more tempting, Ivan leaned down and buried his nose in the crook of my neck. My knees buckled, but Ivan quickly let go of one side of the bar and wrapped that arm around my waist.
“You know what that does to me, you jerk. So, unless you want me to hop onto this bar and offer myself to you like a sacrifice, get your pretty face out of my neck and your cock away from my ass.” I ground my ass against it for emphasis.
“Maybe that’s exactly what I want…my beautiful Aztec princess. You on a sacrificial altar offered up just for me.”
I giggled when Ivan bit my neck. “You cocky bastard, you would like that, wouldn’t you?”
“More than you know.” They were quiet words said into my ear. But I’d heard them. My stomach fluttered as I wondered if he meant them the way I wanted him to mean them. Lifting his head, Ivan kissed my cheek gently before adding, “Dance?”
I smiled wide, tossed back my martini, choking a bit on the strong liquor.
“If you can keep up.” I said on a squeak. But holy shit that was a good Martini!
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I was ready to leave hours ago, so when Ivan’s lips graced my ear and said, “I want you…now.” my hormones did a happy little dance and my hand automatically reached for his. He grabbed onto it and began tugging me towards the exit.
Hot, sweaty bodies gyrated on the dance floor. All around us, hot men and beautiful women bumped into us, but my vision was trained on the man walking before me. The white button up he was wearing, was plastered against his sweaty skin. We’d danced for over two hours; our hands playing over each other’s skin as if we couldn’t wait another second to feel its texture. We honesty couldn’t, and I was surprise we lasted this long. Our game nights normally didn’t go this way.
Anticipation swirled in my belly. I knew he had something planned, that he’d been building up my eagerness with all this touching and tasting. The entire night his clever fingers had explored my body, touched every inch of exposed skin…and even some not exposed. His tongue had taken trails through my damp skin under random shadows; leaving moisture behind I’d wish I could lick up.
The taste of his mouth was something I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of. On nights like these, when liquor and sex were on the menu, the flavor of his saliva grew richer – sexier - the alcohol adding something dangerous to its taste, and the lust, something beyond excitement.
As Ivan tugged me through the exit door, cold wind hit my face, and I realized that this man could lead me to no place that I would not follow.
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Like a hunter in the shadows, I’d watched her. Hawkeyed and patient, I’d followed every sway of her hips, every toss of her long, black-as-night hair. I’d studied her. I knew that she knew I was here. It was our game; our addiction. It was why she exaggerated her movements, how she walked, how she talked. It was a dance of seduction. One she usually won.
Amusement flitted through me. Gem knew it drove me fucking crazy.
Perversely I looked on tonight, as man after man tried to get her to dance. Watched as they all tried to put dirty fingertips against her skin, skin I'd caresses a thousand times. The very same skin that intoxicated me with its taste, beguiling me to touch it again…then just one more time. The color of caramelized sugar, it glistened under the flashing lights of the bar, I'd licked my lips as if almost feeling it against them. The taste sweet and salty, perfect if you asked me. I knew the saltiness would burn my lips if I kissed her skin after one of her kisses full of bite.
I laughed at that. Gem was a biter.
I lost track of how long we’d been doing this. Coming out once a week to some bar, playing at hunting games like these, then going back to my house or hers depending on which bar we chose that night, and fucking each other’s brains out. However long ago it was that we started this, I swore I would get tired of it within a few weeks, but time had gone by and my obsession had only grown. These meetings excite me; feed something in me I’d never knew was starving. I didn’t dare explore any of that any further. Those thoughts were better left locked up in my brain-box aptly named, clusterfuck.
As we made our way through the people standing at the door, a weird energy vibrated through me. Gem squeezed my hand at the same time, making me think that maybe she’d felt it too. I looked back at her, her bright smile greeted me and my heart stuttered. Fuck, she was beautiful. Dark hair, big brown eyes, curvy body, amazing ass…
I stopped that train of thought before my cock grew any harder behind the fly of my jeans. As it was, I didn’t think we’d make it to anyone’s house. It certainly wouldn’t be a first…
In the parking garage and out of public view, I adjusted my cock; demanding the fucker find a comfortable position.
“Need help playing with your dick, Ivan?” Gem’s lyrical voice held hints of laughter, “I’d be more than happy to assist.”
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Ivan decided not to answer me, instead pushing me up against the side of a black SUV. And then he was kissing me.
Ivan kissed me in a sort of frenzy reserved for cheating spouses and criminals – we were neither – but standing in the shadow of a stranger’s car, in a deserted parking garage, and away from prying eyes, I understood his mood. So I matched his sentiment; gripping his hair in my fist, I roughly pulled his face harder into mine and kissed him with all the frustrations of a woman in love with a man, that for no reason other than circumstances, she couldn’t have.
Ivan broke the kiss so suddenly I was left sucking on air instead of his tongue. Sexy Gem. Very sexy.
He didn’t stay away very long, thank God. Ivan’s hands dug through the hair at the nape of my neck until he had a good grip on a chunk of dark strands, and pulled, exposing my throat. A second later his warm lips were kissing hungrily down my throat, down to the slopes of my breasts. He didn’t stop at the barrier of my camisole, oh no, Ivan passed go and he collected his $200! His tongue snaked into my bra and licked at my already hard nipple.
My whole body shuddered. On its own volition, my hand reached out and cupped his cock, finding it deliciously hard and I could almost swear it pulsed in my hand.
“Where is your car?” he growled against my breast. His voice echoing in the lonely structure, “If we don’t leave now, I’ll fuck right here, right now…” His hands squeezed at my ass, pulling the cheeks apart in an unsatisfied gesture.
“Down that side,” I motioned in the direction of my car. Ivan broke us apart and I almost pouted because I was forced to let go of the gorgeous cock I held in my hand. No fun, Ivan!
We made it to my car, surprisingly pretty much dressed – with the exception of my panties – those suckers had lost the battle to Ivan’s questing fingers halfway down our walk, as he had pushed me up against a support column and kissed me senseless again.
I smiled as I recalled that Ivan had pocketed the panties. “My prize”, he’d said as he’d slipped them into his jean pocket, but not before putting them up to his nose, “I love the smell of your pussy.” He’d murmured into my ear. The moister that had been gradually pooling between my thighs, practically gushed out as I flashed back to those words. He’d said them to me so many times, and they always manage to have that effect on me.
“Give me the keys, Gem.” I deftly handed them over because I suddenly remembered what kind of car I drove…and that I was currently sans panties while wearing a short skirt.
My 1967 fire-engine-red Mustang convertible sat there looking unexpectedly, mockingly. Winking, he seemed to say, “You planning on drivin’ with the top down, Gema, darlin’?” I had no idea why my car spoke in a Southern drawl, but his mocking voice made me want to use the cheapest gasoline on his ass for an entire week! That’ll teach the fucker not to mock his momma.
Don’t forget who cleans and polishes you, you gas guzzler!
Opening the passenger door, Ivan practically threw me in the car. As soon as my feet where safely inside, he slammed the door shut and just about ran to the driver side. Not bothering to open his door, Ivan grabbed onto the top of the door with one hand and jump into the car, clearing the height easily.
He started the car and took off like a bat out of hell.
“Fuck, you look hot like that.” Ivan growled, “I want to touch you.” At that, I glanced at him. One of his hands was steering while the other one fidgeted on his leg. I smiled smugly.
“Not a good idea. We’re not in your jeep, Ivan. Everyone will be able to see what we’re doing.”
But my smugness died a quick death when Ivan’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t you dare!” I hissed at him. We stared at each other for long seconds before Ivan looked away and stepped on the gas as our light turned green. But I knew better than to think I’d won.
It was as we took a street less trafficked than the ones we’d been on that Ivan shot out his arm, grasping my knee in his large palm. I jumped in surprise. I knew exactly what he was wanting. His body language was loud and clear as he adjusted in his seat, while impatiently kneading my knee.
I needed to rub my thighs together; I needed some kind of friction to come, but the death grip Ivan had on my knee was making it damn hard. “Get me off or leave me alone.” I sneered at him, “You can’t touch me like that without making me horny.”
He chuckled; a very masculine sound. “I’m only touching your knee, Gem, not your clit…yet.”
His mocked innocence should have grated on me, instead it only heighted this game we played. Because he was so familiar with my body that he knew that simply having his rough palm against the soft skin of my knee had a domino effect on me; my skin began to heat from my toes to my face, my mouth to water and my pussy, insistently throbbing.
“ShitFuckCrap! Pull over,” I pleaded. “Let me straddle you, I’ll come real quickly, I promise!”
“Hell. Baby…” But Ivan didn’t stop. As the car traveled down the empty street, his hand pulled at my knee, parting my thighs. Quickly I adjusted my position, angling my hips towards him. He wasted no time. In the next second, his middle finger was exploring my pussy slit, spreading the wetness.
“Jesus. You’re so fucking wet.” His tone was low, his finger never stopping in its exploration. He was tracing all of my pussy with his fingertip, from my clit to my opening. I wanted a rougher contact, so I pushed my hips into his finger, silently telling him what I needed.
“Whatever you want, Gem.” Again, his words were spoken almost to himself, but once again, I heard them. But did his words mean more? The question was lost in the fog encasing my brain, as his other fingers joined in on the assault on my sex. Although there wasn’t a single car in sight, I put on the best poker face I could muster and kept my moans in my throat. Besides the city noise and the rampant wind, only whimpers and groans were audible in the car. My tormentor’s groans were lower than mine and as I looked over at him, two of his fingers speared into my cunt.
“Oh God.” This time I did moaned loudly. His eyes were dark as he watched me, going from the road to me and back again.
“Your pussy is so soft and warm, Gem.” he dragged one fingertip up to my clit but before he reached it, Ivan cursed harshly and jerked his hand back, placing it on his lap. I looked around frantically, wondering what the fuck!
The police car pulled up next to us stopping only when we could see directly into the officer’s window. The police man boringly looked over at us, before returning his attention to his dashboard.
It was the longest red light of my life. I kept my head down, but that hadn’t been a good idea. I’d tried to pull my skirt down, as the cop pulled up next to us, but the tops of my thighs and the top of my sex were still visible. It was damn distracting and arousing to see the insides of my thighs all shiny with my juices. My whole body was on fire. I needed to come, bad.
If I could just rub my thighs together a little…
Our car started to move. I looked up in time to see the cop car take a left while we took off straight ahead. I experimentally squeezed my thighs together. So good. With how wet I was, I’d come in two more squeezes like those.
“Don’t, Gem. You come when I say you can come.”
“The fuck I do.” I challenged. Then my hand was between my thighs and I was furiously rubbing at my sensitive clit. Yes! Oh. My. God. Yes.
“Brat.” Ivan’s words held no venom, just hunger.
On the verge of my orgasm, the car abruptly pulled to a stop. I sat up, momentarily forgetting about my current mission in life – to come – and looked out my window. We’d stopped right in front of my yard. My house looked ominous and welcoming all at the same time. Its walls were witnesses to the wreckage named, ‘Gem and Ivan’. I turned to him then. He’d shut off the engine and now sat with both hands on the steering wheel, which made me worry for my car seeing as to how he was holding on to it in a white-knuckle grip. And there was a weird sort of calm to him that freaked me out just a fraction because Ivan was like a wild storm, and when a storm was at its calmest…
When he finally spoke, he did it though gritted teeth. “I’m giving you a five second head start, Gem.” His breathing shallow, “After those five seconds, I’m going to go after you, Gem, and wherever I find you…is where I’m going fuck you.”
“Ivan, that’s just crazy. What if I only make it to the front lawn? What will the neighbors think?” I said with false horror.
“Then you’d better run fast, baby girl.” He tossed my keys and I caught them in one hand. The look on his face convinced me he was dead serious. I pulled the latch on the door, scrambled out of my car and half ran towards my door. I stabbed the keyhole a good three times before managing to slip the key in and unlock the door. I heard a car door slam shut behind me and I knew my five seconds were over.
A moment later, a hard body slammed into me, pushing me into the door as I swung the door open at the same time. Ivan and I fell in a heap of limbs onto the floor, landing with him on my back.
He pulled backed slightly taking some of his weight off of me and I vaguely heard the front door slam shut. When I tried to raise myself on my arms, Ivan’s restraining hands on my mid-back, pushed me back down.
“I told you,” was his only warning before his hand griped my hips, pulled them up so that my chest was pushed against the carpet and my ass up in the air. Ivan pushed up my skirt the rest of the way. A hard slap against my left butt cheek, made me moan. I was breathing embarrassingly loud, but I didn’t care. This was possibly the hottest way we’d ever initiated our fucking sessions.
The jingle of his zipper had me pushing back against him; demanding that he fuck me already. I didn’t have to look back to know that his cock was the prettiest one I’d ever seen; the head a shade of red, uniquely his, the thickness and length of it hurting so good when he pushed into me.
“I want your cock in me now, Ivan.” I’m desperate now, my hips churning against thin air.
But he doesn’t give me what I want. Instead, he suddenly drops onto his stomach, his hands spreading my thighs even wider as he buries his face in my soaking pussy.
“Ohhhh, God.” My pants and moans echo in the dark house, and as I wiggle my hips trying to direct Ivan’s tongue to my clit, he rumbles against my pussy, “Stay the fuck still!”
“I need to fuck...” I beg.
“I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready, Gem.” He delivers one long lick from my clit to my ass. I shuddered and just about come. “Be a good girl and stay still while I get my fill of this pretty pussy.”
I comply and spread my knees wider, giving him better access to my sex. His big hands grip my thighs in an almost bruising grip and as I whimper into the floor, Ivan starts to fuck his tongue into me. He’s growling and licking heatedly at me, whispering dirty things against my pussy.
He loves to torture me, so before I can come, he pulls back. Leaning over my body, he plants his hands on either side of my head, his hips cradling mine. I can feel his cock slide through my wetness and I push back trying to get him to enter me. But he doesn’t.His hand leaves the floor and grip my hair, turning my face to his…then kisses me. Our tongues duel and I kiss him with everything that I have. We kiss with tongue, lips and teeth. I can taste myself on his lips and it’s hot as fuck.
I feel him as he reaches back, grips his cock, and then thrusts right into me.
“Oh.My.God.” at the same time as Ivan says, “Fuck, your pussy...so good.” His hips move sinuously as he pushed against my resistance; feeding more of him into my channel.
I mewl as he thrust hard once more, seating himself to the hilt. I flexed the muscles of my pussy.
“Stop that or I’ll come right now.” Ivan warns me. And then he says nothing else as he pulls his hips back and starts pounding away.
His hard thrusts drag me along the carpet and I know I’ll have rug burns in the morning. I could care less though because this man is fucking me like it’s the end of the world and our survival depends on how hard he can make me orgasm.
“Tell me who’s fucking you, Gem. Tell me who it is that eats your pussy so good.” He suddenly snarls.
“You. Ivan. It’s you.”
“When was the last time I fucked this amazing ass?” he asks me a moment later as his cock tunnels in and out of me.
“Weeks,” I manage.
“I’m going to fuck it again soon, babe.”
“We’ll see.” But there’s no fire in my words because I love to feel his big cock being shoved up my ass.
Ivan’s hands leave my hips to snake under my shirt. He cups my naked breasts, kneading them roughly as he continues to pound mercilessly against my bottom.
Leaning back down; his sweaty chest is against my back and I have no idea when he lost his clothes, but I don’t care, he’s naked and fucking me, and nothing else matters.
He speaks against my ear, “I’m going to come, baby girl. I’m going to come inside you.”
In a flash, he’s back up and gripping my waist as he picks up the speed of his thrusts; the sound of skin slapping against skin, loud and arousing.
As his hand reaches under me and finds my clit, he barely even graces it, but I’m so ready, I explode. I’m whimpering and possibly drooling as I come in a rush of sensations and colors flashing behind eyelids. I groan his name as Ivan gives three hard, grinding thrusts and comes in hot spurts inside me.
We collapse in a sweaty tangle of skin onto the floor, and as Ivan turns us on our sides, I giggle because I just realized I still have one shoe on.

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Monday morning.
I closed my locker, yawning and grumbling at my early morning start. I brush lint off my uniform before walking to the mirror that sits over the sink. Adjusting my badge, I decide I need to order a new one because my name is somewhat faded.
I make the short walk from the locker room to the main hospital and as I reach for the button that will open the employee doors, there’s a beeping sound signaling the button has been pushed from the other side. I stop and wait for the automatic doors to swing open. They do and my breath catches.
Ivan.
He looks away from his colleague and momentarily pauses as he looks at me. Something flashes in his eyes, something I’d almost call, longing.
“Dr. Rusilko,” I greet him. I smile at the other man because I don’t know his name.
“Nurse Gema.” Ivan says, and nods as the other man smiles at me. I brush past them without glancing up again.
As I walk to my work station, I recall the note Ivan left this morning on my pillow and smile. He may not be openly mine – or mine at all – but in my heart and soul, I knew he was meant to be.
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