Warning!!!
This chapter contains steamy and sexual content!!! ***********************************************
But I’m so tired that I couldn’t even open my eyes. Alex spread my legs open and position his cock in the entrance of my pussy and thrust into me causing me to opened my eyes as I screamed from the force of his penetration.
Alex takes my legs and puts them over his shoulders, going deeper.
I could feel him completely and I loved it, even when I’m tired I loved him fucking me… and I think that’s already a little sick.
You’re so tight.- Alex growl and I grab him by the neck and pull him towards me until I kiss him and with this I cause his thrusts to slow down.
I love you- I mumble and watch as Alex laughs.
That’s my phrase- he says and fasten his speed.
I can’t take this! It feels like fucking heaven. I feel my body relax, taking Alex’s thrusts deeper than ever. His body moves closer to mine, causing the sound of our bodies colliding to increase.
I open my mouth to moan, but Alex acts first and kisses it, inserting his tongue into my mouth.
Make me cum already- I ask and only receive grunts and moans in response.
I was going crazy in every way possible. I loved feeling Alex so deep inside me, the pleasure he gave me, his kisses, his caresses, everything.
But I was also very sleepy.
Then from one second to the next I feel a sensation of sweetness that my body couldn’t control and causing me to tense up and I sob for more as Alex continues thrusting into me faster, I moan loudly without even wanting to. I no longer have control of my body as I scream for more. And even though my eyes were almost completely closed I could see Alex’s face as he rammed into me and that made me even hotter.
His brow furrowed, his mouth half open, his expression lines, his red and sweaty skin, his well-defined jaw and his tongue soaking his lips. Not to mention the veins that were standing out with each thrusts and the moans that were killing me. Then in a matter of seconds my eyes go up and my back hunches as I let out a muffled cry as I cum. And like before, my body trembles again and I don’t know if it’s a good or bad concession.
Every time it happens my body stopped belonging to me for a few minutes, I couldn’t control my tremors, my eyes, or my back.
But it felt fucking good.
Soon I feel Alex cum inside me and rest on me, and bringing me into reality once more. He breathes heavily into my neck, his fingertips tracing my skin.
He pulls back slightly to gaze at me, and his smile is the sweetest sight I’ve ever seen.
His hair is tousled, beads of sweat dot his skin, and he beams at me with a charming smile.
I laugh softly as he leans in for a kiss, and I run my hands down his neck, entwining my fingers in his hair. The kiss is slow and tender as I sigh into it.
“Do you need a dress?” he suddenly asks, pulling away. I frown in response. “For my family party,” he clarifies, and I stammer.
“How formal?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“I think it’s formal enough,” he replies, and I nod.
“I’ll call my friend tomorrow to bring some options,” he continues. “He’s also the one who handles my outfits. Not everything has to be designer,” he adds jokingly.
“I’ll set up a whole spread for you, with the best treatment, clothes, accessories-whatever you want,” he promises, and I laugh.
“Just don’t go overboard,” I whisper as I caress his face.
Alex closes his eyes, savoring my touch, and I can’t help but admire how perfect he looks.
“Are you hungry?” he asks, breaking my reverie. I nod slightly, and we both rise from the bed.
I quickly put on my underwear and slip into one of his hoodies. I catch him heading to the bathroom, turning on the shower. I lean against the door and admire him.
“Are you inviting me?” I tease, and he grins, extending his hand for me to join him.
He helps me out of my underwear and cups my breasts, complimenting their appearance.
As he adjusts the water temperature, I laugh at how perfectly warm it is.
“This works for me-neither too cold nor too hot,” he says, and I nod.
We step into the shower, and I grab the shampoo, proceeding with my routine until Alex hugs me from behind, his hands moving lower to my pussy.
“Do you want to go for a second round?” he asks playfully, and I giggle.
I turn to him, resting my forehead against his chest, and he holds me, stroking my back gently.
“Will you take me home?” I ask, but he shakes his head.
“You’ll be quick, right?” he inquires, caressing my cheek. “I’ll be back to pick you up in less than two hours,” he assures me, but I make a face.
“I’m meeting Emily,” I tell him, and he raises an eyebrow. “We planned to go to the mall,” I clarify, and he nods.
We wrap up our shower and dry off. As I reach for the hoodie, he stops me.
“It’s dirty,” he states, and I frown.
“I didn’t bring any clothes,” I respond, but he shakes his head, taking my hand and leading me to his closet.
He opens a drawer and hands me a set of lingerie. Confused, I ask whose it is.
“It’s for you,” he insists, and I raise an eyebrow. “I bought it for you!” he says, laughing at my disbelief.
He then asked me to open some drawers and I did, finding it filled with various clothes and shoes meant for me.
“I figured you’d be here often and would need options,” he explains, and I couldn’t help but laugh at the situation.
“Thank you,” I say softly, and he beams in return.
Grabbing a black pair of rugged jeans, a white top, and a black cardigan, I also pick some socks and a pair of Gucci sneakers.
I watch as he puts on a suit that makes him look incredibly handsome.
After getting dressed and checking the makeup he had selected for me, I quickly brush my hair, and apply my cosmetics naturally.
Once done, I find Alex on the phone, managing his plans for the evening.
“Yes, everything is prepared. I asked Robert to bring two bottles of champagne… Yes… Dom Perignon,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Yes, she’s here-not to worry. Remember, she was the one who made me take on this contract, so you should thank her.”
He ends the call just as I step out of the bathroom. “Ready, gorgeous?” he prompts, and I smirk and nod.
“Will Robert take me?” I ask, adjusting my outfit.
“Nope, I will,” he says, and I sigh but agree.
We head to Alex’s car, and as we drive, he interlocks his fingers with mine, his thumb caressing the back of my hand.
At a traffic light, I spot my mother across the street, dressed in her nurse uniform, eating at a small restaurant.
“Alex, look! That’s my mom,” I point, and he frowns as he turns to see her. “She’s supposed to be working, but I think she must’ve gotten a break,” I tell him as Lucas’s father approaches her.
Watching them closely, I notice my mother shake her head in response while reading a document he hands her.
When the light turns green, the car moves again, and I sigh.
“Does your mom work in a hospital?” he asks, and I nod.
“She’s on the emergency team,” I explain, and he raises an eyebrow.
“That makes sense as to why she isn’t home much,” he comments, and I nod again.
“She typically gets home between 2 and 3 AM, and she’s exhausted, so she doesn’t even notice if I’m there or not. Sometimes she sleeps at the hospital just to wake up and continue her shift,” I explain, and Alex looks concerned.
“Your mom deserves a break… or at least a massage,” he jokes, and I chuckle.
“Alex, what are we?” I question hesitantly, and he throws me a side glance.
“What do you want us to be?” he counter-questions. I shrug, unsure.
“Are we like… lovers?” I venture, and he thinks for a moment.
“Is that what you want?” he asks, and I shake my head. “Then what do you want?”
I sigh, leaning against the window, glancing at Alex.
“Then we’re nothing,” I conclude, and I release his hand.
“What’s happening?” he asks, confused.
“We’re nothing-that’s the reality,” I say, feeling disoriented. “I feel like a complete mess.”
“I’ve slept with my teacher, and it’s been more than I’ve seen rain here in London.”
How did I not recognize what was happening? What was I thinking?
“I told you, I’ll make it special,” he says softly, resting his hand on my thigh; I move it away, and he looks more puzzled.
“Stop, Alex-please. I’m just not in the mood,” I say, closing my eyes as a tear slips down.
“Please, tell me what’s wrong,” he urges, genuine concern spilling from his voice. “Talk to me. I’m here.”
“I don’t know,” I admit through sobs as he comes to a stop in front of my house.
Quickly, I unbuckle my seatbelt and jump out, only for Alex to catch up and wrap his arms around me.
“I promise I won’t take long,” he whispers, holding me close.
I know he’s not just talking about his responsibilities. I sigh and shake my head.
“I’m sorry-I don’t know why I feel this way out of nowhere,” I confess. I wipe my tears and look him in the eye.
“It’s okay,” he reassures me, running his thumb along my cheek.
“You don’t need to apologize,” he says, sharing a soft smile.
“Just be patient with me, alright?” he coaxes as I nod.
“Alex, I love you, regardless of the money. I think I’m just feeling a bit off since my period is coming,” I say, and he raises his eyebrows comically.
“God, protect me,” he replies humorously.