“I want to forget,” I said, voice barely a whisper. “Just for a little while.”
He understood instantly. The way his hand tightened on my hip, the way his mouth parted, the way he didn’t speak—just let me take what I needed.
I shifted, slowly, sliding down from the sofa until I was kneeling on the plush carpet between his legs. His breath caught.
“Elena…” His voice was taut with warning—and want.
I looked up at him, hands already skimming over his thighs. “Let me do this, Champion.”
He unfastened his trousers and tugged himself free.
This was reckless. I knew it. He knew it. But in this glowing, dreamlike pod, the risk felt miles away. I moved forward and took him into my mouth.
Aleks’s hands threaded into my hair and he drew a sharp breath as I closed my lips around him and sucked hard. I ran one hand up his stomach, the other slipped around the base of his cock, gripping it firmly as I began to bob my head.
I had all the power and I could draw his pleasure from him at will. Slow, then quicker, then slower again, enjoying every gasp and moan he tried to contain. He was so warm and hard in my mouth, and this man of ice and control was melting under my ministrations. I couldn’t help but heat up inside myself with the rush of pleasure I took from this.
His grip on my hair tightened and I knew I was bringing him to the brink. His breath quickened and his thighs tightened on either side of me.
“Fuck, Elena,” he snarled. His hands gripped my hair, tugging me back but I planted my hands on his thighs, holding him down. I took him the deepest I had yet, right to the back of my throat. He moaned as his length swelled inside my mouth. His release spilled onto my tongue and I kept sucking,swallowing it down. I used my tongue to massage the underside of his cock and moaned with pleasure as I took it all.
With one final gulp, I lifted off him and looked up into his face. His head was resting against the back of the sofa, his eyes closed. With a grin, I crawled up into his lap, straddling him. His hands lifted lazily to my hips and rested there. He opened one eye and peered at me.
“Where did you learn to do that?”
“Oh, if I told you that I’d have to kill you.” I grinned down at him and kissed the tip of his nose. He chuckled, his chest heaving.
“Shall we go back to my hotel room so I can repay the favour?” He lifted his head and squeezed my hips.
“That sounds perfect. But we shouldn’t leave together. Fuck!” I leapt off him and straightened my skirt. “Caroline! I totally abandoned her out there. She might be looking for me.”
He hurriedly dressed himself and got to his feet.
“Don’t worry. Go and find her. Meet me outside.”
“Okay.” I leaned in for a quick kiss, then slipped back out of the pod. No one so much as glanced my way, so I made my way as calmly as I could to the top of the stairs. I stopped and scanned the floor below. I finally spotted her on the dance floor having the time of her life. Wait, was that Matteo Ramos she was dancing with? Good for her.
Satisfied that she wasn’t particularly missing me, I pulled out my phone and tapped a quick message excusing myself.Knackered hun. Heading back to the hotel. Have fun!
I set off down the steps and headed for the cloakroom to collect my coat. The slip of paper my new source had given me was tucked in my purse where I left it and I made extra certain it was secure before heading outside.
It had been quite a night. And it wasn’t over yet.
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.
