Green Card (3 page)

“Sounds like you’ve been given a raw deal. What’s so important about getting your green card?”

She laid her head on his shoulder and said, “I know it sounds corny or like a worn out line from a bad movie but I have a sick mama back home. My sisters didn’t want to leave Russia so I am the one to come here and make money.”

“That’s why you need to work so hard? Could it also help you get an education for a better job? Something to get away from your uncle’s discipline? I heard him slap you.”

“No. That’s not it. I don’t care if he hits me. I need his job to get my green card. He is my sponsor. I need to send money home to take care of my mama. And now I might have to take care of a baby, too. My family has no health insurance, and my uncle won’t bring her here. He only wants people who can work and said the United States government wants the same thing.”

It all made sense. She had either rehearsed this speech well, or it was true since she didn’t hesitate or stumble on any of her explanations. Mason was inclined to believe her. He deciphered all kinds of emotions in her expressive eyes. Fear, vulnerability, desperation—but underneath it all a brave, determined spirit.

His heart went out to her. “Katia… I’m sorry.” That was all he could think of to say. Then he lowered her onto the bed and kissed her. She willingly lay with him, and he stroked the hair away from her face.

He tucked her head under his chin and stroked her back. She sighed as he held her body close. “I wish there was something I could do… I mean, I’ll continue to pay you to model for me, but I can’t just hand over money.”

“Oh, I know that. I wasn’t asking you for any—”

“No, I didn’t think you were. I just…I wish I had loads of money so I could help.”

She sighed, nodded her head and eventually glanced up at him. “I would like to ask you for a favour, if I may.”

“If I can do it, sure.”

“Can you make love to me? I shouldn’t even call it that. I just need a good fucking. That’s what it is, and that’s what I should call it. I know it’s just physical, but it’s the one thing I really miss since breaking up with my boyfriend and coming to America. It always relieved the frustration.”

He tipped up her head to look into her eyes. Two amber brown eyes gazed back at him as if searching his face for something.

“Y—you don’t have to. I’ll still model for you. I just thought I’d ask you in case…but I’m not looking for money. I swear, I never—”

“Shh…” He placed his finger over her lips. She shouldn’t humiliate herself by simply letting him know she wanted to have sex. He’d been craving it, too.

Part of him wanted to be her white knight. Hell, it’s not like it would be a hardship. He was attracted to her, and she wanted it. The other part wanted to jump on his white horse and gallop in the other direction.

Mason leant back and studied her expectant face. She seemed completely sincere, but in case she wasn’t pregnant but trying to get that way and find an American citizen to marry her, he had to protect himself or he’d feel like a fool later. “If we do this, I’ll be wearing a condom every time.”

She agreed happily.

Chapter Three

What she saw as a pity fuck grew into an inferno of need, and if Katia wasn’t mistaken, the desire to couple was just as acute in him as it was in her. She ground her pussy against Mason’s naked pelvis while his lips and tongue plundered her mouth and his hand cupped and squeezed her breasts, driving her desire deeper.

There was something very attractive about his high angular cheekbones and the slant of his jaw. He had silky, brown hair, not as dark as hers, and she wanted to run her fingers through it. 

She wanted more than that. She craved his hands back where they’d been when she had fallen against him. Taking hold of his hand, she drew it towards her mons. He accepted the hint and slid his fingers along the ridges of her labia, teasing and exciting her even more.

Despite her self-consciousness about her thick thighs, she parted her legs and urged him to explore deeper. Mason lifted his head and slid downward, adjusting his body so he could pull her nipple into his mouth and suck. She moaned as the sensation shot straight to her viscera. Meanwhile, he moved to explore her already damp cavern more thoroughly and slipped two long fingers inside. The warmth of a man stretching her centre felt so good, she sighed.

By the time he switched to suckle her other breast, Katia had engulfed his cock in her hands. It had grown hard and thick. As she stroked, her breast popped out of his mouth, and he let out a low moan.

“I want to suck your cock.” She squeezed gently.

He grinned. “I won’t say no, but let me finish what I started here.”

“Thank you. I’ve been so lonely. I don’t think I can get enough of you touching my skin.” Katia ran a hand over his hard, hot muscled back. “Or I, yours.”

His fingers did the cha-cha in her drenched centre, and he kissed her with passion. She shuddered and moaned into his mouth, loving the sensation. He finger-fucked her well. Her little bundle of nerve endings were so sensitised her clit tingled.

“Please… Don’t tease me much longer. I’ll either ask you to stop or beg for release!”

He slid his fingertip right over her nubbin, and with a few strokes, she exploded. She forced her scream to stay behind her clenched lips and teeth. Waves of orgasm crashed and kept rippling outward over her body as if someone had tossed a boulder into a pond causing an initial vociferous eruption then waves radiated outward all over her, eventually ending in wide, calming concentric circles. She whimpered into her hand as she pressed it over her mouth to stifle her moans.

At last, she removed her hand, and her chest heaved while she inhaled deep panting breaths. “Mason. It’s your turn, now.”

“I’m not through yet.”

“You’re kidding!”

His gravelly voice demanded, “Open your legs for me.” He crawled to her thighs, stopped and stared.

Oh no.
“Are you horrified at how big I am?”

His brow puckered. “Hell no. I’m looking at your vagina, sopping with your juices. I just wanted to appreciate the view before I lap up all your honey.”

If only he knew how much it was begging to be fucked. Then he knelt in the V between her legs and lowered his mouth to hover over her still-vibrating clit. His warm breath teased her nub while he lapped at the outside ridges first. She writhed and arched. Her acute desire for another climax returned immediately.

Hoping for one scrape of his tongue across her clit, she begged, “Please Mason. Please. You’re making me crazy. I want to come. I
need
to come.”

He pulled away and gazed at her with the look of a predator. “You’ll come when I’m through kissing, licking and sucking your sweet body.”

She wanted to fist his hair and jam his mouth against her clit so she could ride his face to completion.

He separated her folds like the petals of a flower and barely grazed her tender skin with the tip of his tongue. Then he fastened his mouth over her clit and sucked.

Immediately, a powerful orgasm enveloped her, deeper and harder this time, and she wanted to shriek. She grabbed the pillow and pressed it over her face to release some of the sound demanding to exit her lungs. Her screams didn’t subside and neither did her orgasm. Mason continued to suck and lick her bud, driving her wild. Was that three separate orgasms or four?
God
, she’d lost count.

At last, she gasped, helplessly, “Stop. Stop. I can’t take anymore.” Her legs twitched and quivered.

He leant back on his haunches. “I’m afraid you have one more thing to do before you’ve earned your first-class fucking. I’ll make it easy for you, though.”

He crawled over her until he was kneeling on either side of her face, his cock teasing her mouth. “Suck me with those luscious lips.”

His cock jutted out, long, thick and hard. She wanted to give him a good taste of the pleasure he had given her but doubted she’d be able to take his whole length. She sucked his swollen bulb, and he groaned, tossing his head back. Swirling her tongue around it and flicking the small slit, she watched him hiss in a deep breath between clenched teeth. Then she grabbed his shaft and pumped while she sucked the top half of his cock. When she determined it was time to take in more of him, she licked up and down, wetting his whole shaft.

“Enough.”

“But I can do much more.”

“I can’t take much more.” He reached for his nightstand drawer, retrieved the condom he promised to wear and opened it with his teeth.

“Here, let me,” Katia said.

Mason waited while she rolled the condom over his erection. Then he backed down the bed and positioned himself between her open legs. Holding his cock at her opening, he pushed inside her, slowly.

“I want to fuck you hard, but I assume I should be gentle.”

“You don’t need to be careful. If there’s a baby, it’s about the size of a peanut.”

“In that case…” Mason buried himself to the hilt in one swift motion.

“Oh!”

He withdrew as quickly as he had thrust. “Did I hurt you?”

“No! I’m fine. Please do it. It feels so good.” She hoped her pleading eyes would reassure him.

“You’re so tight.”

“I’ve been neglected. It’s heaven to have a man inside me again. Don’t worry. I want this.”

He inserted his cock into her again and rocked, finding his rhythm, increasing the tempo, slowly. Every now and then, he asked, “Are you okay?”

She moaned. “I’m better than okay. Dear God, thank you for the gift of sex.”

He chuckled. As his hard cock thrust in and out of her channel, he said, “You’re so hot and wet, and you feel so tight around me. You make me want to forget about drawing you. I just want to fuck you over and over until I can’t stay awake.”

That sounded very good to her, but Katia knew she’d have to get home before her uncle became suspicious. So, eyes closed, she focused on the marvellous stuffing and tugging sensations. With her G-spot stroked over and over, Katia moaned and climbed to yet another peak.
Oh, my God, I can’t believe I’m going to come again.

She quivered and spasmed at the same time Mason jerked into her. Her pussy muscles must have been milking him like crazy because he jolted several times and grunted with each involuntary motion. Her own orgasm felt deeper and richer, somehow. It was impossible to describe. All the while, he choked out unintelligible sounds as if speaking some guttural, primitive tongue. He rode her and rode her until he collapsed next to her, panting.

As they recovered, he found her hand and intertwined their fingers.

She wondered what he was thinking. Had he lost all respect for her and decided to let her down gently? Would he simply drop her off and say nothing but never see her again?

Finally, he spoke. “That was frickin’ awesome, Katia. Now that we got that out of our systems, do you think you can pose for an hour or so?”

She chuckled. “Yes. As soon as I can stand.”

“We can build an extra hour into each session for this—if you want to.”

Katia beamed. “To fuck? Like that? Don’t be silly.” She rolled up on one elbow to place a hard kiss on his lips.

* * * *

Mason walked her home in silence, but his preoccupation had more to do with Katia’s uncle than with her. Once they’d gotten their asses out of bed, Katia had become his perfect model. Mason had found that simply by telling her what the story was about, she could act out the appropriate facial expression and stance without any help from him. This extra inspiration made his sketches easier, faster and the result so much better.

He needed to have his mock-up samples ready to meet with the publisher by Friday. His brother-in-law was a friend of the man he had to see, and he’d set up the meeting on short notice. Mason couldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, although he wished he had more time. Panic had followed the elation at an opportunity like this. If he could just keep Katia as a model, everything would be fine.

He’d have to work with her as often as possible even if it meant trying to resist her luscious body and the vixen he had apparently unleashed. He gazed over at her and squeezed her hand. They shared a knowing smile.

Lying to her uncle couldn’t continue, though. Mason would have to come up with a costume for her to wear. Something told him that if the strict disciplinarian discovered she was modelling it wouldn’t be as bad as if he discovered she was modelling nude.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Katia stopped. “I live upstairs. Thank you for walking me home.”

“No problem. Thanks for modelling for me.” He remembered he owed her money and reached for the wallet in his back pocket. “By the way, I need to fit you for a costume. When do you think you might be available during the day?”

“Don’t you work?”

“I’m on summer sabbatical.”

She gasped and her eyes bugged out. “Are you a priest?”

He let out a brash laugh then caught himself and lowered his voice. “No, dear. I’m a teacher at the high school. It’s closed for the summer.”

“Do you teach art?”

“Unfortunately. It’s almost killed my creative spirit but not quite.”

She watched him count out the bills, and said, “I have Wednesday off. I guess we’ll have to go shopping during the day when the stores are open.”

The lights inside the restaurant clicked on. Katia’s uncle stood immobile just behind the door with his fists on his hips, frowning. Katia jammed the money into her purse and fished out the front door key.

Mason scratched his head.
Damn, this doesn’t look good.

As soon as she opened the door, her uncle yanked her inside. Before the shit storm hit, Mason wedged his foot and shoulder in the door so it couldn’t be slammed in his face.

“Not a date, huh? Not a normal, legitimate date, anyway. You didn’t tell me you were a prostitute!”

“It’s not what you think, sir,” Mason interjected, quickly.

“What I think is that this girl has no morals, and you obviously don’t either. If you don’t want to be arrested, get out and never come back.” He began to drag a terrified Katia towards the swinging door.