Chapter 40 #2
“Mmfffuck—Alex,” he cries out, his voice shattering as his head tips back. That sound. That sweet, wrecked moan that comes from deep in his chest—it’s the most seductive thing I’ve ever heard. My name on his tongue, the need in it, the way he clenches around me like he doesn’t want to let go.
It fucking reels me in.
I thrust up into him again, harder, deeper, like it’s the only way I know how to speak.
My cock drags against every inch of his tight, perfect ass, and my brain blanks out as pleasure so intense sparks down my spine, wrapping around my ribs, building in my balls.
Every stroke is a promise. Every thrust is a truth.
I want him. I need him. I love him. His body takes me like it was made for this —me. Tight, warm, greedy.
His hips roll against mine in perfect rhythm, and I can barely think.
He rides me like it’s instinct, like it’s the only thing he knows how to do, his hands grip my shoulders, his other hand fists in my hair, pulling and grounding as he rocks down harder, meeting every single maddening thrust I give him with wild, needy abandon.
“Just like that, baby,” I grunt, watching his mouth fall open again, watching his gorgeous, flushed face twist in pleasure as he fucks himself on me without shame. “This is what you wanted, right?”
He nods fast, breath stuttering, cheeks pink, as he bites down on his lips to stifle another moan. Lust swims in his eyes, glassier by the second, and I feel him tighten around me when I shift just slightly, angling deeper.
“Alex.” He moans again, my name this time more like a prayer than a curse, his voice fluttery and high. “Please… there, right there—please don’t stop.”
And I fucking don’t.
I give it to him, every single thrust deep and hard, slamming into that spot again and again until his eyes roll back, until he’s trembling in my arms, a mess of broken cries and desperate whimpers.
His cock is still trapped inside his briefs, pressed tight between us, leaking and twitching with every drag of my cock inside him.
My balls pull tight. I feel the heat crawl low in my stomach, unbearable and sharp. I know I won’t last, not when he’s like this.
I’ve never had this. Never even believed I could. But with him…fuck, with him, I don’t want control. I don’t want rules. I want him. And I want to give him every piece of me until he can’t take it anymore.
He feels so good, so good that no matter how many times we have done this, I still can’t get enough.
I lean in and press my mouth to the curve of his neck, breathing him in like he’s the only thing keeping me alive.
“I fucking love you, Lucas,” I rasp, my voice rough with the truth. “I love you so much I can barely fucking breathe.”
He lets out the softest sound in response, a helpless and wrecked little noise that shoots straight through me. I feel him clenching around me as I thrust up into him again, hard and deep.
His hands come up, cradling my face, and our eyes lock.
The emotion in his gaze… It undoes me. There’s relief, trust, adoration so raw it nearly stops my heart. He smiles at me, small and a little shy, but there’s something glistening in his eyes.
“I love you too,” he whispers, the words trembling with pleasure and meaning.
I swear, my chest flutters like it’s trying to hold in the sun. His voice, his expression, him—it all hits too deep. Too perfect.
His lips part again like he wants to say more, but instead, a moan slips out. His head tilts back, eyes fluttering shut.
“Oh—I’m gonna cum,” he gasps, voice wrecked and needy.
I can feel his thighs shaking, his body tightening as he rocks down on me with more desperation, chasing the edge he’s teetering on. So I give it to him. I grab his ass with both hands and slam my hips up into him hard, relentless, merciless.
He fucking shudders, my name a whimper in his mouth.
“Come for me, princess,” I murmur, watching him come undone.
And he does.
His whole body locks up, trembling violently as he cries out loud and ruined, breaking apart in my lap. His hole clamps down around me, tighter than I thought possible, milking my cock as he cums untouched in his briefs, the mess hot and wet, leaking out through the soaked fabric.
My head spins.
The moment I feel that rhythmic clench, his hips rolling, his body twitching around me like he can’t take any more. I knew I was done.
“shit, Lucas—”
My climax hits like a goddamn explosion. Every nerve in my body lights up, white-hot pleasure burning through my spine as I spill inside him, deep and hard, my fingers digging into his skin as I groan out a sound that’s more raw emotion than control.
My entire body jerks with every pulse, every wave. I can barely think. Barely speak. The only thing grounding me is him. His heat. His weight.
His body melts against mine like we’re made to fit like this, our breathing ragged and uneven in the quiet. I don’t even register that the rain outside has stopped.
I run my palms slowly up his trembling back, feeling the tension ease from his muscles.
“Are you alright?” I murmur, searching his face, trying to read every emotion behind those soft, glistening eyes.
He gives me a shy, tired smile, small but certain. “I’m alright.”
I cradle his face in my hands, my thumbs brushing his flushed cheeks, then along the line of his jaw.
“I love you,” I say again, voice low and steady, just to be sure he knows that this wasn’t just lust. It never was. “I mean it. I’m in love with you.”
Something shifts in his expression, just slightly, but enough that I see it. The crack of vulnerability, the swell of emotion he can’t hide even if he tried.
Then he chuckles. Soft and sweet, bringing his lips to me.
The kiss isn’t urgent. There’s no desperation in it. Just warmth. Peace. Like a promise sealed with lips instead of words. When he finally pulls back, he gently pats my cheek, his fingers lingering like he doesn’t want to let go.
“I’m in love with you, too, Alexander,” he says against my mouth, voice full of quiet affection.
Then his brow furrows slightly as he glances down, and the corners of his lips twitch with amusement.
“But seriously… can you please stop destroying my briefs? That’s the fifth one in like… three weeks.”
I grin, utterly unrepentant. “I’m not sure I can.”
He rolls his eyes, but his smile gives him away.
And then
shit.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her.
My mother.
Walking across the long driveway toward the car with calm, purposeful steps.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath. “My mother’s coming.”
He stiffens instantly, like I just zapped a thousand volts through him.
“What—right now?!” His voice is high and panicked.
He starts scrambling off me like the seat’s caught fire, but I grip his waist tight, holding him down. Instinctively. Possessively.
“Alex… what the hell are you doing?” he hisses, his eyes wide, half fury, half terror.
“Where are you going?” I ask, brow furrowing slightly. My voice is even and calm, like this isn’t a big deal.
He stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. Then he swats at my hands and wriggles away from my lap, awkwardly climbing over the console, almost falling over, but manages to cross. I watch, entertained, as he finally drops into the passenger seat with a graceless thud.
“Cum’s leaking out of your ass,” I say, voice low, teasing. “You’re probably gonna stain the seat.”
He shoots me a death glare, his face flushing a deep, furious red.
“And whose fault is that?”
I can’t help the chuckle that slips from my mouth.
He’s glaring daggers as he yanks his pants up, cursing under his breath. Still flustered. Still glowing from what just happened. The contrast is beautiful. His shirt is barely buttoned, and his briefs, what’s left of them, are hopelessly soaked.
“Put your dick back in your pants,” he hisses, zipping up with shaky fingers. He’s all bossy now, but I can see the way his hands tremble slightly. “Button your shirt, Alex, please.”
fuck, he’s hot like this.
I button up my shirt, then tuck myself back in slowly, buckling my belt as the knock comes at my window, right on cue.
Lucas jolts in his seat, eyes flicking to the glass like he’s about to pass out.
My mother’s face peers in curiously, eyes narrowing slightly as she tries to make sense of the shapes through the tinted glass. She knocks again, sharper this time.
Lucas fidgets beside me, trying to fix his shirt and make himself look presentable. I watch him silently, waiting until he’s settled, his breath a little calmer, his clothes less chaotic.
Then I roll the window down, just enough.
“Mother,” I say evenly.
Her face comes into clearer view, her brows pinched with concern.
“Alexander, what’s going on?” she asks, voice calm but clearly suspicious. “Your grandfather’s been waiting for you.”
Her eyes flick briefly to Lucas.
“Lucas dear,” she says, “are you alright?”
He blinks like she just addressed him in Morse code. He opens his mouth as if to speak, but no sound comes out. His face turns a deeper, more tragic shade of red.
I pinch my thigh to stop myself from laughing. Fuck, he’s adorably awkward like a puppy caught doing something wrong. I can’t take my eyes off him.
Of course, my mother notices, not just because of Lucas but also because the car smells like sex, honestly whichever way I just know we’re fucked.
Her eyes narrow. She glares at me like she’s just uncovered my involvement in a national scandal.
“Alexander!” she scolds, voice sharp.
Then comes the rapid-fire storm of curses in Thai. Familiar. Brutal. Weirdly comforting.
“You and Maksim will be the death of me!”
She switches to Russian. It’s like a duet of disappointment. I let it wash over me like rain on a windshield, still trying not to grin.
Her eyes flick back to Lucas, and like magic, her whole demeanor shifts. Stern becomes sweet. A switch only she knows how to flip.
“Lucas, honey,” she coos, smiling like he’s just been knighted. “I’m sorry you had to end up with someone as crazy as my son.”
Lucas gives her a shaky smile in return, lips twitching like he’s unsure if it’s safe to laugh. He’s too shy to speak, and it just makes the whole thing even funnier to me.
My mother turns to me again with a sigh that could collapse a cathedral.
“The dinner is already over,” she announces. “Your grandfather has retired for the night. Luckily, he’s not angry. He says he’ll see Lucas tomorrow at breakfast.”
“We didn’t plan on staying the night,” I reply, keeping my tone even.
“Well, now you have to,” she snaps, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
Then she turns back to Lucas, her face lighting up again with that soft, sincere warmth she always reserves for him.
“Lucas, dear,” she says gently, “you wouldn’t mind staying the night and meeting his grandfather tomorrow, right?”
He nods once, slow and hesitant.
Then his eyes flick to mine—uncertain, seeking.
He looks like he wants to ask, Do I have a choice? But I offer him a lazy smile.
“That’s good then,” my mother says, voice final like a gavel hit. “I’ll have the servers bring dinner to your room—for Lucas.”
I raise a brow. “What about me?”
She shoots me a look sharp enough to skin flesh, then exhales like she’s holding the weight of the world on her shoulders.
“Don’t forget to see your father before he goes to bed,” she says, stepping back. “He’s in his home office, but won’t be for long.”
I nod silently. Knowing what she means.
“Goodnight, Lucas,” she adds, her voice soft again. And with a final pointed glare tossed in my direction, classic Davika, she turns and walks away.
“Oh my God,” Lucas says with a mortified voice, burying his face in his hands. “I want to die.”
I reach over to gently pull his hands away from his face. Then cup his jaw, his skin hot beneath my palm.
“You’re not in trouble, krasivy,” I murmur with a smile.
He peers up at me, cheeks still flushed, eyes wide and anxious.
“You think… everyone knows what we did in here?” His voice is small, hesitant.
I could tell him who cares. That if anyone has a problem, they can go fuck themselves. But I know he needs more than bravado right now.
So I lean in and press a soft kiss to his forehead.
“Don’t worry about that,” I say quietly. “No one knows.”
He pulls back just enough to look at me again, a skeptical frown tugging at his mouth.
“Your mom knows,” he deadpans.
I grin. “Just my mom.”
He lets out a frustrated groan and drops his face against my shoulder. I can feel how tense he is, even in this ridiculous moment, and I just wrap an arm around him, pulling him closer.
“You’re so cute when you’re like this,” I say, and it’s the truth. All flushed, flustered, and embarrassed out of his mind. I live for it.
“I’m going to kill you, Alex,” he mumbles
I chuckle, pressing my nose into his hair.