Chapter Twenty Five – Intoxication and Aftermath
Aleksandr Volkov
I made my excuses to the important people.
Jax only gave me a light ribbing about leaving early, he was far more interested in scoring anyway.
When I got out into the warm night, Elena was waiting a few meters from the club entrance.
Her face lit up when she saw me. I approached her swiftly and took a quick look around.
There were a few people milling on the pavement, but no one I recognised. I chanced a small kiss on the cheek.
“You ready?” I asked.
Elena nodded, smiling up at me. I led her to the kerb and hailed a taxi. I opened the door for her and guided her in with a gentle hand on the small of her back.
The cab ride was quick on the quieter nighttime streets, but neither of us seemed capable of waiting. Our mouths collided, hands skimmed under clothing. Hot breath and the taste of alcohol were a heady mix.
By the time we got to my hotel room—mercifully without being seen—I was more than ready to devour her completely. We crashed through the door, mid-kiss. Her purse thudded to the floor. My jacket was next. I walked her backwards through the suite, hands and mouths everywhere.
The incredible gift she’d given me in the VIP pod kept playing on a loop in my head, stiffening my cock again.
I’d never been good at relinquishing control, not in any area of my life, and I’d never allowed a woman to steer like that.
I didn’t expect to be so electrified by it.
But now it was my turn to lead again and I was going to make full use of my strength to do so.
I backed her right into the floor-to-ceiling window before pausing and looking into her eyes.
“Fuck. I need you.”
“I need you too,” she gasped, her eyes unfocused, her breath hot on my face.
I hoisted her dress up over her head and tossed it aside.
She fumbled with my fly as our mouths once again claimed each other.
She got my trousers undone and tugged them down over my hips.
I did the same with her underwear. Breaking the kiss once more, I took a step back to drink in her smooth skin, lit only with the Seoul skyline at her back.
She stood there in only her high heels, vulnerable, shaking slightly with need. Her lips were swollen and parted.
“You’re stunning. Do you know that?” I asked. I reached out and ran a finger down her side. She shivered under my touch.
“I feel it, when I’m with you.”
I took her hand and tugged her gently away from the window. I turned her around so she could see her reflection in the glass. Scooping her hair off her shoulder, I caressed her neck and leaned in to kiss her ear.
“Look at yourself, Elena.”
Her hooded eyes skimmed down her reflection and back up again.
She sighed and tilted her head back to rest on my shoulder.
I cupped her full breasts in my hands and began to knead them.
My erection pressed against her back. It took all of my control to slow this down.
I fought the urge to just plunge right into her. No, I had to savour her.
I kissed her shoulder, neck, jaw. Each one light and punishingly gentle. I had a goddess in the palm of my hand and I intended to treat her like one.
My hands skimmed her skin, taking in every curve, and every shudder as I explored.
“Aleks,” she whispered, her eyes closed, her head still lolling back against me. “Please, I need more.”
I replied with my tongue, running it slowly along her jaw to her earlobe, which I then drew between my teeth and tugged.
Elena gasped. I grinned.
My right hand snaked down over her belly, reached between her thighs and drew another shaking gasp from her parted lips. My middle finger found its mark. She was so wet, so ready for me. My cock twitched.
I circled her clitoris and the moan that my touch pulled from her was my undoing.
I withdrew my hand and took both of her hands in mine. I placed them on the cool glass, leaning her forward. I nudged her knees apart with my own and used my hands to guide my hard dick inside her slick entrance.
A groan escaped my mouth now as I buried myself inside her. She was hot, wet and firm. Perfect. I gripped her hips and slowly moved in her. I watched her face in the window, the way every muscle relaxed, her eyes flickered closed and her lips shook slightly with her sigh.
“That feels so fucking good,” she whimpered.
“It feels amazing,” I whispered back.
All of this incredible city was laid in front of me, but I’d seen it a dozen times and the only thing I wanted to look at was Elena’s reflection as I thrust slow and deep into her.
Her moan was everything. Everything. I held her hips so tightly that my fingers dug into her soft flesh. Her round buttocks smooshed into me each time I pressed deeper inside her. Her full breasts swayed beneath her.
“Fuck,” I said, overwhelmed with her magnificent physique.
I picked up the pace, holding her steady as I thrust harder. Her moans morphed into prolonged cries as I brought her to her climax. Her legs shook. I pounded harder, faster. My breath came in short, sharp bursts and my pulse raced.
“Aleks!” she cried out, her voice echoing back off the glass. “Fuck, yes! I’m coming.”
“Good girl, come hard for me.” I thrust as hard as I could, desperate now to make her head spin the way she had mine back in the club.
She obeyed me, shuddering hard and smashing her hips back hard against me, dipping her back into a full arch. Her cry was unrestrained, wild. Her pussy clenched hard around me and that was me done.
I groaned as I came hard, filling her with more of my release with each deep thrust.
Elena was shaking hard, barely able to stand as she moaned her way through the last wave of her orgasm.
I pulled out of her and quickly scooped her into my arms. Her shoes dropped off her feet with a pair of thuds to the carpeted floor.
I carried her to the bed, her head on my chest, and laid her down on the crisp, white sheets.
I spread her legs again and slid back into her to another incredible whimper.
“Good girl,” I whispered as I moved slowly in her, bringing us both back down more gradually. “You were amazing.”
“I didn’t do much,” she said, half laughing.
“Are you joking?” I asked, slowing now and laying still, buried deep inside her. “You took everything I gave you. You were strong, wild, unleashed. That’s everything to me.” I kissed her tenderly.
Finally, I was softening so I pulled out and laid on my side next to her. She rolled onto her side to face me. We gazed at each other, smiles tugging at both of our mouths. Giddy was the word I’d use for myself. It wasn’t a feeling I’d ever associated with myself before. But there it was.
“Elena,” I whispered, rolling her name around my mouth. “Tell me about your mother.”
“My mum? Why?”
“Well, I know a little of your father. But not your mother. Is that where you get your name?”
She nodded slightly. “It was my grandmother’s name. My mum was Spanish. They met while Dad was working in F1 and on the road all the time.”
“Where are your parents now?” I gently ran my fingers up and down over her hip as I listened to her speak.
“Mum died when I was nine and Dad died last year. Cancer.”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pried.”
“No, it’s fine.” Our eyes met again then and there was steel in hers.
“That’s why this story means so much to you,” I said, nodding with final understanding.
“It is. He was never the same after he left Obsidian. He never really recovered from it. But he was right about the cheating back then and no one believed him. He died without ever seeing things set right.”
“So you want to do that for him?”
She nodded. She raised a hand and swatted a tear from her cheek.
“What if there’s nothing there to expose now?” I kept my voice measured, my tone soft. I half expected her to get angry, but she took a deep breath and fixed her gaze on me.
“We’ll see, won’t we?”
“I suppose we will.”
We laid still and silent for a while, sleep trying to claim me, but her warm body was so close and I was addicted to touching her. My fingers skimmed over her skin and my eyes kept popping open each time they tried to close.
“Aleks,” she whispered, her eyes not meeting mine.
“Hmm?”
“This is really intoxicating. This thing we’re doing.”
“I feel the same.”
“It’s…” She hesitated and picked at the sheet between us.
“What? You can say.”
“It’s not just sex to me. You know that, right?”
I nodded and pulled her closer.
“I don’t do—what do they call it?—Casual hook ups,” I said, my voice low. “I do relationships.”
“Oh. Is that was this is?”
“I think it’s what it might become.” I lifted a finger to her chin and tilted her head up to look into her eyes. “I have feelings for you.”
“I have feelings for you too.”
She smiled her infectious smile and I nuzzled her close, tucking her head under my chin. Peace settled through my body, every muscle uncoiling from tension I didn’t realise I was carrying.
Elena Archer
I hadn’t slept much. Every time one of us stirred, we ended up touching, kissing, fucking. The sun arose around us, bathing our sweating skin in gold.
I unfolded myself from his embrace to be met with a groan of resistance. He tried to pull me back against him but I pulled myself free, staggering naked towards the window that he had so thoroughly fucked me against last night.
“Where are you going?” His voice was muffled by the pillow.
“I have a meeting. You have qualifying.”
“Fuck. How am I going to drive the car after a night like that?”
“I’m sure you’ll manage. Chug an energy drink first.”
“Black coffee first, then an energy drink.” He rolled onto his back and spread his arms wide, his glorious, naked body open for me to drink in. He was all hard lines, firm muscles and milky skin.
“Mind if I use your shower?”
“Go ahead. But if you take too long I might join you and fuck you again.” He grinned at me.
I liked this side of him. A lot. I stifled a laugh and padded softly across the plush, white carpet to the bathroom.
He didn’t interrupt my shower. Which, honestly, I was glad of.
I was in a hurry and needed to wash off all of the sex from the night before.
I used the hotel’s toiletries and was just patting myself dry with a fluffy, white towel when the bathroom door swung open.
Aleks stood there, naked, and holding out a folded set of sweats.
“Here, wear these so you don’t have to do the walk of shame in last night’s dress.”
“I have zero shame about last night,” I replied, grinning.
“Good. Me neither.”
Still, I took the clothes and moved in for a smouldering kiss. Just as I was feeling tempted to allow hands to wander, a knock at the door ripped us apart. We stood staring at each other with wide eyes.
“You expecting room service?” I whispered.
He shook his head. He took a clean towel from the rail and wrapped it around his waist. He tapped his finger to his lips and closed the door, leaving me alone in the brightly lit bathroom.
I listened at the door as he opened the suite door. The voices were muffled, but I strained to hear, clutching the folded clothes to my naked body.
“—ready?”
“I will be in ten minutes,” Aleks replied. Who was it? I couldn’t tell. I was suddenly acutely aware of my clothes scattered across his suite. But it sounded like Aleks was containing the visitor to the doorway.
I stepped back and hurriedly dressed in the borrowed clothes. I twisted my wet hair into a knot and returned to the bathroom door.
“I’ll be waiting in the lobby.”
I contained a gasp when I heard the visitor’s voice more clearly right on the other side of the door. It was unmistakably Norton Ross. The very last person we wanted to find out about us.
The suite door clicked closed and a moment later, the bathroom door began to open. I stepped back quickly to avoid getting hit by it.
“Everything okay?” I asked, keeping my voice low. “What did Ross want?”
“Just to offer me a ride to the track.”
“Does he normally do that?”
“No.” Aleks frowned and ran a hand through his thick hair. “You should go, but be careful not to be seen. I need to shower and get downstairs to meet him. Leave your things here. I’ll have the dress dry cleaned and sent to your room.”
“Okay, thank you.” I brushed past him and gathered up my purse and phone. The battery was nearly dead and I had a message from Caroline. “Actually, return the dress straight to Caroline. That’s who I borrowed it from. She’ll assume it’s from me. She’s in room 501.”
“All right,” he said.
All softness and amusement had been sucked from the room with Ross’s interruption. The stakes of our relationship were suddenly in sharp focus.
“Good luck in quali,” I said as I moved towards the door. He caught my arm and pulled me close, kissing my forehead.
“Thank you. Be careful.”
“I will.”
I opened the door slowly and peered out into the corridor, checking both ways. But it was deserted.
Shame wasn’t the right word as I scurried down the corridor, barefoot in men’s sweats. But it wasn’t far wrong either. It was a combination of guilt, anxiety, and the heavy sense of impending disaster.