Chapter Thirty One – London
Elena Archer
Warm light filtered through my eyelids and Aleks’s firm body was pressed against my back.
His right arm was tucked under me and reached around, his hand gently cupping my left breast. His other hand ran in lazy circles on my hip, nudging the hem of my night dress up with each circle.
His hard length pressed against my thigh.
My eyes peeled open and I nuzzled my backside back against him with a soft murmur to signal my consent.
“Hmm, morning.” His voice was slightly husky.
“What time is it?”
“Nearly eight.”
“I never sleep that long, I must have needed it.”
“I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Yes you did,” I grinned and wriggled against him again. “You want me.”
“Always.”
“Even when we fought?”
“Especially then. But that shouldn’t be an invitation to argue more often.” He nuzzled his face against the curve of my neck and kissed my warm skin.
I reached a hand back and tugged his length out of his boxers.
“Are you sure you’re well rested enough?” he whispered between soft kisses to my neck.
“Definitely.”
“Good.” He tugged my night dress up my body and over my head, then pulled me back against his chest, firmly holding me in place.
He went back to gently kneading my breast with one hand, this time flicking his fingers over my nipple, tugging it until it hardened.
I whimpered softly and pressed my back against him.
His other hand danced over my hip and thigh, before seeking out a more sensitive spot. He kissed the back of my shoulder as his fingers reached for their target—finding my clit with ease.
I moaned at the contact and parted my thighs to give him full access. The tip of his erection rubbed against my entrance. He eased it inside me, just the head, rubbing against the front of my slick passage. His finger worked slow, deliberate circles around my clitoris.
“Hmm,” I whimpered, leaning into his touch. “More, I need more.”
“I’ll say when you can have it,” he whispered, his breath warm on my shoulder.
I whimpered again, grinding against his hand.
Aleks slid a little deeper inside me, the head of his cock pressing against my g-spot. I groaned with pleasure and arched my back, pressing my butt against him. The hand he had on my breast grasped more firmly, squeezing the soft flesh.
“Fuck, your engine is revving hard,” he said, a growl to his voice.
“Naught to sixty in two point five seconds,” I replied with a smirk.
“I can handle that.” He pulled out of me and flipped me onto my back.
He spread my legs and thrust into me, driving deep and making me gasp.
My back arched and he pressed a firm hand against my chest, right between my tits, pressing me back down.
He grabbed one ankle with his other hand and propped it against his shoulder.
He leaned forward, forcing me into a deep stretch. I gasped, then grinned up at him.
“Prove it,” I said, a little breathless. “Show me how well you can handle me.”
His eyes narrowed for a second, but then he was off, full throttle, pumping his hips hard and fast, driving his cock deep into me again and again.
My eyes widened and my whole body burned as pleasure coursed through my veins. I bucked beneath him, desperate and unyielding.
“Fuck!” I cried as my orgasm rushed up on me. It was a deep and primal climax, mainly deep behind my naval and radiating out into my hips and thighs. The cry that bubbled up from my throat was animalistic.
Aleks grabbed my other leg and hooked it on his other shoulder. He dropped down onto his hands, folding me in half.
I cried out, stretching in a whole new way.
Each of his pounding thrusts was deep enough to hurt but it was sweet, sweet pain that I craved more of.
The cool air that rushed between us with each outward pull was bliss.
I grabbed the backs of my knees and held on for dear life as he fucked me even harder.
There in his ice-blue eyes was all the pain and anger of the last few days.
I felt it in the merciless rhythm of his hips and in the tightness of his jaw.
But I trusted him and knew it wasn’t directed at me.
All I felt was intense pleasure and it couldn’t be contained in my body.
I roared loud enough for all of my neighbours to hear and I didn’t care.
He pushed himself back up onto his high knees and eased off the throttle a touch, his face softening.
He held my thighs, spreading my legs wide again and his gazed dropped to where our bodies joined.
He watched himself fucking me, which I found fucking hot.
His fingers found their way back to the hard bundle of nerves between my labia again and he rubbed swiftly over it as his thrusts picked up pace again.
My breath hitched, my back arched, and my eyes flickered closed.
“Fuck, yes!” I gasped. My climax soared and I saw myself on a race track straight, hurtling towards the horizon. It was hard to draw breath. My body writhed, my legs went into spasm.
“That’s it, gorgeous. Come hard for me.”
I barely registered his words. I was deep in my orgasm. Another primal, guttural cry burst from my throat and dark spots appeared in front of my eyes.
“Jesus Fucking Christ!” The words tore from my lips as my body convulsed hard. The clitoral stimulation taking me to a whole new level. It was like being on the best drug available to man. I was flying.
My hands slammed into the bed and gathered the duvet in my tight fists.
Aleks made a strange sound in his throat and my eyes fluttered open to look at him. His eyes rolled back in his head, his hips jerked hard and his cock swelled inside me as he came. He pumped hard, filling me with his release. His hands gripped my thighs hard, pinching the muscles with aching need.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he slowed. He lowered himself gingerly onto his hands and then down onto his elbows, laying himself heavily on top of me and kissing me tenderly.
“Are you all right?” he asked, his voice thick.
“Amazing. I’m thoroughly fucked.” I grinned.
He chuckled.
“I didn’t go too hard?”
“No. I loved it. Surely you could tell?”
“I had a sneaky suspicion, yes.” He caressed my temples and stroked my hair, then kissed me again, so soft it was almost like another man entirely from the one who had so thoroughly ravished me. “Give me half an hour and I’ll do it again.”
“Oh will you?” I smirked again and ran my hands slowly up and down his muscled back.
“I will. I told you I could handle you, and I mean to keep demonstrating it.”
I let out a hearty laugh and he matched it, his whole face relaxing fully.
“I like this look on you,” I said, stroking his face. “Relaxed, happy.”
“It’s just for you.” He pulled out of me and flopped onto his back beside me.
I rolled onto my side and propped my head up on my hand.
“Well, that makes me feel special.”
“Good. You are.” He turned his head, not laughing now. “You’re incredibly special to me, Elena.”
My smile faltered at that. Heat bloomed in my chest that had nothing to do with the sex.
“You’re special to me too.” I reached out and placed a hand on the centre of his chest.
He pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me and tucking my head under his chin.
We laid like that for ages. Just the distant sounds of London far below and our own soft breathing.
There was more that I wanted to say, but I wasn’t sure he was ready for it.
He said he could handle me, and physically that was one hundred percent true, but could he take the emotions that came with me?
It was midday before we knew it and I headed to the bathroom to clean up. When I emerged, still naked, I found Aleks in my kitchen in just his boxers, cleaning out my fridge. I caught him gingerly removing a six-week-old take out container that had grown a fur coat.
“You should really do this more often,” he said, gently chiding.
“Ha ha,” I replied, crossing my arms and leaning against the door frame. “I didn’t expect to be away so long.”
“Sure. That’s your excuse and you’re sticking to it.” He looked at me, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His gaze raked up and down my body, shamelessly admiring the view.
“Am I distracting you?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.
“Just a touch, yes. Why don’t you go and get dressed and I’ll take you out for lunch.”
“Really? And risk being recognised? Is that a good idea?”
He paused, canting his head.
“I don’t care. I’m hungry. And you have nothing edible.”
“Not true.” I brushed past him in the narrow kitchen and opened the freezer.
The blast of icy air was a bit much for my naked body and I did a poor job of disguising my shiver.
I opened the top drawer and pulled out a box of frozen potato waffles.
“I have these. And I’d bet my next payday there’s a tin of beans in the cupboard behind you. ”
Aleks blinked at me for a moment before realising I was serious.
“Very well. Get dressed. I’ll cook. But I am taking you out soon. I’m done sneaking around.”
I brushed past him again, deliberately taunting him with my naked flesh and grinning up at him.
“That sounds good to me.” I left the room, knowing he was watching me go.
My smile faded, however. It wasn’t that simple.
We were wrapped up in this bubble, which was bliss, but the constant notifications popping up on his phone that he was ignoring and I was pretending not to notice, were a steady reminder that our relationship was fraught with complications.
We wouldn’t be able to hide from them forever.
Aleksandr Volkov
I grudgingly prepared our meagre meal of potato waffles and beans, something my mother would have served me back in Estonia during my childhood.
My thoughts flickered between imagining taking Elena in the shower, and the latest ping on my phone.
It had been twenty four hours since I walked out on Ross and my entire team.
Conversations needed to happen. Plans made.
But I wanted to hide here in this tiny flat in Islington, far from all of the pressure and conflict.
I never had been good with conflict. Just like I used to hide in my closet when the shouting began, I was hiding now, with Elena.
With her, I could forget, just for a few minutes at a time, that my career was hanging by a thread.
When lunch was almost ready, I returned to the bedroom to put on my jeans. I couldn’t face putting my team shirt back on though. Not yet. Elena was dressed in a denim skirt and tight t-shirt. I smiled as I watched her apply a little make up.
She truly had no idea how beautiful she was and I loved that about her.
A lump formed in my throat at that thought and I swallowed it down. No. It was too soon for that word.