“Huh.” He scooped up a tumbler of dark liquid and knocked it back. “Do you want a drink?”
“Desperately, thanks.” I took off my bag and shoes and sat down on one of the low sofas in front of the window.
He brought over a glass of whisky for me and a fresh one for himself.
“We dodged the girlfriend topic pretty well, though.” He offered his glass to me to clink, but I was slow to respond and he lowered his, frowning. “What?”
“Nothing. It’s nothing. We have every reason to keep this private. I am completely on board. But it’s exhausting too. And at some point, if we stay together, we’re going to have to go public.”
“If we stay together?” He pulled back a little.
“Well, yeah. I mean, I’m not married. I’ve never had a relationship that didn’t end at some point. You?” I tried for levity, but may have missed. He just frowned at me. “Aleks, I don’t want it to end. I just mean that we don’t know what will happen. Have you thought about how long we’d have to wait to make our relationship public?”
“I’ve tried not to. But it’s crossed my mind. I don’t have an answer though because so much is out of our control.”
“And I know how much you hate that,” I said with a small smile. I reached out and touched his cheek.
He leaned into my touch, his eyes closed and he released a shaking breath.
I shuffled closer and put my drink down on the glass table in front of us. His eyes peeled open and he looked into mine, searching for something. I felt that need too, that need for an answer, for something easy.
I lifted his drink from his hand and put it beside mine. I turned to face him and climbed into his lap, straddling him, and wrapped my hands around the back of his neck. This was simple. Us. Sex. Heat. I lowered my mouth to his and kissed him with soft and yielding lips. His hands landed on my hips. He deepened the kiss, probing between my teeth with his tongue. Iwelcomed it, returned it. I ground myself against him and felt him stiffen inside his jeans.
Aleks’s hands moved under my shirt, riding up my sides and dragging my top up. I broke the kiss just long enough to tug the top over my head and toss it aside. Then our mouths were connected again, deeper, rougher. I pulled his team polo shirt up and over his head and rested my hands on his firm chest. We unfastened each other’s jeans with desperate, fumbling hands. We stood, clumsily, lips still locked, to remove the offending clothing that was keeping our skin apart.
He slammed my naked body against his and his erection pressed against my stomach. I pushed him back down onto the sofa and climbed back onto his lap, this time sliding right onto his cock. Aleks moaned, his eyes closed and his head dropped back against the back of the sofa.
“Fuck. I missed this.”
“Me too,” I replied, before laying a series of light kisses along his jaw.
His hands gripped my hips and he began to move me, controlling me even though I was technically on top. I let him. I didn’t need to be in control, but he did. I ground my hips as he directed, back and forth in his lap. My clit throbbed with need against his groin. Aleks moved his hands up my back and pulled me close to his chest.
“Elena,” he whispered.
“Hmm?” I kept moving, rocking gently, feeling his cock twitching inside me.
“I wish I could just be inside you all the time and never have to do anything else.” His voice was deep, husky with desire.
“That sounds good. Fuck the race. Let’s just stay here and fuck each other until Monday.”
“Deal.”
He grabbed hold of me and somehow managed to flip us both, his cock still tucked inside me, so that I was on my back on the sofa. I let out a squeal, which he promptly swallowed by planting a deep kiss on my mouth, his tongue probing deeply. He was done being gentle. Done pretending to let me set the pace. He pushed up onto his hands, breaking the kiss and pumped his hips hard, thrusting deep into me.
My cry died in my throat and I lay there, mouth hanging open as he fucked me hard and fast. One of my legs hung limp over the edge of the sofa, the other was hooked over the back of it. I clung to his arms with my hands and felt the rush of cool air between us.
I couldn’t quite tell if it felt good or not, not until a massive surge swept through my muscles and a great cry burst from my throat.
“Fuck!” I screamed. “Yes!”
Aleks was releasing every ounce of pressure, betrayal, and rage on me right then and I knew it. But fuck, it felt hot. This was primal, emotional and about as far from ‘making love’ as you could get without actual violence. My orgasm was overwhelming and my whole body tensed with the strain of it.
Without warning, he pulled out of me and flipped me onto my front. I startled, before leaning into the thrill of it and pushing my arse into the air. Barely breaking stride, he was inside me again, fucking me harder and faster from behind.
A long, tremulous moan passed my lips as I came again, this one less explosive but just as deep.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck!”
