Chapter 147 150

Chapter 147 150
I sigh. “Yeah, he asked me to stay there with them. He says they can protect me. They’re worried about how this will come out in the press if they manage to expose you.”

“Of course. Appearances are everything.”

“That might be Hargrove’s primary concern. But I doubt it is Rob’s,” I say. “As for Mia… well, she’s becoming more and more of a stranger to me.”

Aleks stares at me, perfectly content not to say anything. But as the silence stretches on, I squirm in my seat.

“What?” I snap.

“You chose to come with me,” he says, as if I need the reminder.

“Don’t flatter yourself. It was a practical decision.”

“How so?”

“My baby,” I say, laying a hand over my stomach. “I have to make sure he’s safe at any cost. They betrayed my trust once before. I’m not about to trust them a second time. Not where he’s concerned.”

“He? You think it’s a boy now?”

My cheeks flush. “Well, no, not really. I just… when I imagine the baby, I see a boy. That’s all.”

“What does he look like?”

Aleks’s gaze is burning, intense, unblinking. Solely focused on me.

Does he know what that look does?

Is he even aware of its power?

I bite my lip. “He… well, I imagine he looks like you,” I mumble awkwardly.

We’re quiet for a moment after I say that. Just breathing in sync as the car thrums all around us like white noise.

“It’s funny,” Aleks says eventually. He puts his finger under my chin and tilts up so I can’t avoid his eyes. “When I imagine the baby, I see a girl.”

“Hilarious,” I scoff. “I’m sure that would be your worst nightmare.”

“No,” he says solemnly—so solemnly I almost believe him. “Nothing of the sort.”

“Why not?”

He smiles. “Because in my mind’s eye, she looks like you.”

Leaning in to kiss him then is an instinct. I don’t have time to be scared or nervous. My lips come down over his and I’m consumed by the feeling of me against him.

His hand snakes around my neck, pulling me closer. He wants this, too. It’s obvious—in the heat of his fingertips, the strain in each breath.

Maybe that’s why I find the confidence to hike up my dress and straddle him.

He holds me close, his hands exploring my body so softly that I’m not even aware of him unzipping me. At least, not until my bodice comes loose and my breasts spill free.

Aleks growls deep in his throat and pushes me back against the limousine’s broad seat. He works the dress down over my hips, and I watch him, mesmerized by the way his muscles ripple even through the fabric of his shirt.

Then he pulls his own pants down, his cock springing free.

I lick my lips at the sight of him. I can’t help it. I’ve never been one of those girls who’s enjoyed giving head. For me, it was a necessary part of foreplay. One that I could never usually avoid.

But for the first time in my life, I actually want to do it. More than want—I need to.

I either have to taste him or die.

So before he can settle down over me, I sit up and grab his dick. Aleks slides up and over me, resting his knees on the seat on either side of me.

I stroke him a few times with both hands. He groans impatiently. When I finally bend down to drag my tongue over his tip, he shudders. That tiny motion makes me feel so powerful.

I lap up and down him from base to head and head to base. He’s so thick that it takes me a long couple minutes to graze over all of his cock.

Then, when I’m done exploring, I slip the head of him into my mouth. I mean to go slow, but I can’t restrain myself. I suck him deep into my throat almost instantly.

He splutters and growls again as I choke on his length. There’s something about having his cock down my throat. It’s not demeaning, not at all. It feels more liberating than anything else.

Power. Him giving it to me. Me taking it. I’m not sure which part is most intoxicating.

He curls his fingers in my hair, guiding me along his length as I pick up speed. I can feel that he’s holding back his orgasm. Part of me wants to push him over the edge with just my mouth.

But I want him inside me first. My pussy is aching, my body desperate to be filled.

I give him one last suck, pushing him down my throat as far as he can go. Then, with a mournful sigh, I let him fall from my lips.

Aleks is breathing hard. He pulls me back gently by my hair and tilts my face up to his.

“Fuck, kiska,” he growls. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

His eyes are wild with lust and desire.

And it’s all for me.

I tremble with anticipation as he slides down my body and rips off my panties in one swift tug.

When he pushes my legs apart, he snarls wordlessly. His exhale chills the wetness between my legs, but then the warm friction of Aleks’s tongue smooths over my clit.

I do the only thing I can do: close my eyes and moan.

He explores me the same way I explored him, licking and sucking and nipping at me until I’m writhing under his touch. When he pushes his tongue inside me, I gasp, stiffening from head to toe.

Aleks presses a hand to my chest and eases me back down. He works his tongue inside of me, alternating between shallow thrusts and flickering across my clit.

When I come, it’s so sudden and so violent that I can’t help but scream.

It’s fast and brutal, and when it’s gone, my body is still pulsing. Aleks crawls over me, dropping kisses along my body as he goes. I feel him at my stomach, my breasts, my neck.

He is everywhere.

He is everything.

“You smell incredible,” he whispers—just before he thrusts his cock inside me.

I moan again and take his entire length. I bury my nails into his arms and shoulder. I cling to any part of him I can.

When I open my eyes, Aleks is looking down at me. He’s watching me. And when our eyes connect, he doesn’t look away like I might’ve expected. He just thrusts harder.

It’s simple now, the meeting of our bodies. The way he slides in and out of me.

But looking up into his eyes as he fills me, it’s the hottest moment of my life.

When I come again, my body gripping his hard length, I don’t look away. One heartbeat after that, Aleks falls over the edge with me, never once looking away.

Only after the fire inside my belly finally subsides do I let myself close my eyes. I feel more satisfied and at ease than I have in ages. I expect Aleks to roll off me immediately, but he lingers, burying his face in my neck.

When he finally does get off of me, it’s with obvious reluctance. And when I reach for my gown, Aleks grabs my hand.

“Leave it there for now,” he orders. He settles back into his seat with a glimmer in his eye.

I frown. “Why?”

“I want to look at you. To savor you, for just a little while longer.”