Chapter 21 Aleksandr #2
Her fingers fumble with the button of my pants for a moment before she finally gets it undone, and then she’s pulling down the zipper, her breath coming faster now, her chest rising and falling with each shallow intake of air.
She looks up at me, her eyes dark with need, and then she’s pulling my pants down, tugging them off my hips and letting them fall to the floor.
I’m already hard, my cock straining against the fabric of my boxers, and when Lily sees it, she lets out a soft moan. Her hands move to my thighs, gripping them tightly as she leans in, pressing her face against the bulge in my boxers.
I reach down, tangling my fingers in her hair and gently guiding her head back so I can look into her eyes. “Don’t just look at it baby,” I growl, my voice rough with need. “Start to welcome yourself home.”
She doesn’t hesitate. Her hands move to the waistband of my boxers, and she pulls them down in one swift motion.
My cock springs free, hard and throbbing, and she rushes to wrap her mouth around me, I let out a low groan, my fingers tightening in her hair.
Her tongue swirls around the tip, teasing me, and then she’s taking me deeper, sucking me into the wet heat of her mouth.
“That’s it,” I murmur, my voice thick with pleasure. “Just like that.”
Her hands grip my thighs as she bobs her head, taking more of me with each downward stroke. Her tongue works wonders, sliding along the underside of my cock, and I can feel myself getting closer to the edge with every second that passes.
But I don’t want to come yet. Not like this.
I pull her off me gently, lifting her chin so I can look into her eyes. “Get on top of me,” I command, my voice firm, a low growl that brooks no argument.
Lily doesn’t hesitate. She climbs onto the seat, straddling my lap.
. Her thighs press against mine, warm and trembling with anticipation.
I reach up to unclasp her bra in one swift motion, letting it fall away to reveal her perfect breasts.
They’re soft and full, pebbled nipples begging for my attention.
I cup them in my hands, squeezing gently before leaning in to take one nipple into my mouth.
She lets out a gasp, sharp and needy, as I suck on her breast, my tongue circling the hardened peak.
Her hands grip my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as I switch to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention.
Fuck, she tastes incredible—sweet and warm, her body responding to every flick of my tongue.
“Aleksandr,” she moans, her voice breathless, her hips shifting restlessly over mine.
I can feel the heat of her through her panties, the dampness already soaking through the thin fabric.
I don’t waste any time. My hand slides down her side, fingertips grazing the curve of her waist, before gripping the edge of her underwear and tearing it away from her body, and it snaps with a pop.
She gasps again, but there’s no protest in her voice, only desire. I guide her hips, positioning her exactly where I want her, and then I let go, letting her feel the hard length of my cock pressing against her core. “Ride me,” I growl, my voice dark and commanding. “Now.”
Lily doesn’t need to be told twice. She sinks down onto me slowly, inch by inch, her tight heat enveloping me in a way that makes my vision swim.
Her breath hitches as she takes me fully, her body adjusting to the stretch, and then she starts to move.
Her hips roll against mine, her pace steady but desperate, each movement driving me deeper inside her.
I grip her ass with both hands, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I help her ride me harder, faster.
The sound of our bodies slamming together fills the car, her moans mingling with the deep growls that escape my throat.
She’s so fucking tight, so wet, every thrust sending waves of pleasure rippling through us both.
“That’s it,” I murmur, my voice rough with need. “Take what you want, little girl.” My hands slide up her back, pulling her closer so I can claim her lips in a searing kiss. She tastes like desire and desperation, her tongue tangling with mine as she grinds herself against me.
I pull back just enough to look at her, my hands sliding down to grip her hips. “You feel so fucking good,” I growl, my voice thick with lust. “But I know you can take more.” Without warning, I bring my hand down hard on her ass, the sound of the slap echoing through the car.
Lily cries out, her body jerking against mine, but she doesn’t stop. If anything, she moves faster, harder, her nails raking down my chest as she chases her pleasure. Her breasts bounce with each movement, and I lean forward to capture one nipple in my mouth again, sucking hard as she rides me.
“Yes, yes, please,” she begs, her voice breaking as she gets closer and closer to the edge. I can feel her walls tightening around me, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. And then she shatters, her scream muffled as she buries her face in my neck, her entire body convulsing around me.
I hold her tightly, thrusting up into her as she comes undone, until I can’t hold back anymore. With a roar, I spill myself inside her, my release crashing over me like a tidal wave. She collapses against me, breathing hard, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
I am catching my breath when the light tapping from outside the car alerts me.
“Sir,” Jackson’s voice calls through the door. “You are home.”
Lily squeaks, digging her face into the curve of my neck so hard I can feel the heat of her blush through my shirt. “Oh my god, he heard us.”
I chuckle, the sound low and smug, pitching my voice just loud enough that Jackson, standing just on the other side of the window, can hear every word. “If he values his life,” I say, “he didn’t hear a damn thing.”
She lets out a mortified groan, scrambling back into her overalls and sweater like the seat is on fire, her hands fumbling so badly that she almost puts her arm through the wrong hole.
She won’t meet my eyes, not even once, and the moment I rap my knuckles twice on the window, she’s waiting like a shot.
Jackson unlocks the door, and she bolts, darting out of the car and across the driveway with a speed that would make any sprinter jealous.
I take my time. I always do. By the time I slide out of the car with the bags of Chinese food, she’s halfway up the stairs. That’s when the barking starts—wild, frantic, earsplitting.
She freezes on the landing, wide-eyed, her whole body spinning toward the sound like she’s been called home. “King?”
“Inside,” I call after her, bending to pick up the flowers Jackson brought, balancing them against the food. “Take the weekend off,” I add over my shoulder to him, my tone casual but final. “We’re going to be shut-ins for the next couple of days.”
Jackson’s cheeks go pink as he stares determinedly at the ground. “Yes, sir. Have fun?”
I smirk. “Always.”
By the time I step through the gate, Lily is already tearing back down the stairs, her curls flying. She meets me halfway, breathless, a giddy smile on her face. “The door is locked! Why is the door locked?” she demands, grabbing at the flowers as if they’re the key.
“Because no one is home,” I say, amused, brushing past her and up the path. I keep my voice soft, low. “It’s our new home.”
She gasps so loudly it echoes. “This is ours? Like… all of this?” Her steps slow, awed, as she follows me up the last steps to the porch.
“It’s ours,” I confirm as I unlock the door.
The second the lock clicks, the door bursts open, and a streak of golden-brown fur rockets past my leg like a missile. King hits Lily with his full weight, sending her stumbling back onto the porch with a squeal.
“King!” she squeals, laughter breaking free as he bowls her over, tail a blur, covering her face in sloppy kisses.
“King, baby. I missed you so much, baby,” she coos through giggles, grabbing hold of him as she drops to her knees. Her arms wrap tight around his neck, her curls falling forward, and she presses her face against his fur like he’s the only thing in the world that matters.
King whines happily, paws on her shoulders, and then—after a moment—twists around, bounding straight for me. He rams his whole body against my legs, rubbing back and forth, leaving streaks of fur on my pants, before bolting back to her again.
I watch them—the two of them rolling together in the golden light spilling from the house, their laughter and barking tangled together—and something inside me goes very still. Perfect. That’s what this is. Her smile, the dog, this house, the life I bled to build so I could give it to her.
Lily glances back at me over her shoulder, breathless and glowing, King’s big head cradled against her chest.
And I think, with absolute certainty, this is it. This is everything.