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.
