Returning - Chapter 10
Chapter 10: Willing?
One lie told, a thousand more must follow to sustain it.
Zhao Yu's body had never actually had any issues, but now that she'd spun this tale for Xue Zi'ang, she had no choice but to keep pretending to be unwell.
He insisted she rest at home. She insisted on going to work. And so for two days straight, he had forcefully driven her home.
Today was Friday. Zhao Yu had already declared herself fully recovered and told him there was no need to escort her anymore. Yet he remained adamant.
Sitting in the passenger seat, she stole a sidelong glance at the man driving with such focused intensity beside her, and a vague premonition settled over her—something was going to happen today.
What she was contemplating wasn't whether she was willing, but whether, given the persona she had constructed, the timing was right.
The car pulled into the underground parking garage. As usual, he remained seated behind the wheel, watching her walk toward the elevator.
After a few steps, Zhao Yu "couldn't help" but pause. She wanted to look back, but just as her head began to turn a fraction of an angle, she whipped it forward again and continued on.
When she reached the elevator, she still couldn't resist. She stole a furtive glance backward. Xue Zi'ang's car was still there, engine idling, waiting.
Like a thief with a guilty conscience, she snapped her head back, staring fixedly at the elevator display.
The elevator finally descended to the second basement level. Just as she was about to step inside, his voice came from behind her. "Can't bear to part with me?"
Zhao Yu turned back, met his eyes for a fleeting moment, then lowered her head. "President Xue, you haven't left yet?"
"That 'President Xue' sounds so distant. Are we really that unfamiliar with each other?"
Zhao Yu bit her lip and murmured, "I should go up now. Drive safe, President Xue."
"But I can't bear to part with you either. What do we do about that?" A distinct smile laced his tone, yet it didn't quite sound like a joke.
Zhao Yu lifted her head, staring at him blankly, her lip still caught between her teeth, silent.
"Why do you always make that gesture?" Xue Zi'ang reached out and slowly caressed her lip with his fingers. "Aren't you afraid you'll hurt yourself?"
His voice was soft, gentle—deeply intimate in tone, carrying a hint of doting affection.
Zhao Yu twisted the hem of her clothes between her fingers, still just staring at him with that dazed expression.
In the next moment, his lips had replaced his fingers. They brushed against hers, rubbing softly. Seeing no resistance, he extended the tip of his tongue and licked her lightly.
Zhao Yu's body went rigid. She didn't close her eyes, just stared at him, wide-eyed.
Meeting her gaze, he was actually the first to close his eyes. His tongue pried open the barrier of her teeth and slid into her mouth, swirling wantonly.
The elevator doors had long since closed and ascended, yet the two of them still stood at the entrance, mouths connected, lips and tongues entwined.
As her manner gradually shifted toward reciprocation, Xue Zi'ang kissed with even greater fervor, his tongue wrapping around hers, coiling and spiraling, licking and sucking in rhythmic circles.
Zhao Yu's breathing grew unsteady. Her breasts quivered slightly as they brushed against his chest. Her hands gripped his arms, clutching the fabric of his suit jacket.
Sensing her increasingly rapid breaths, Xue Zi'ang finally pulled back, looking at her with amusement. "Don't you know how to breathe?"
Zhao Yu's face flushed red. She mumbled, "I forgot."
He pinched her cheek. "Why so nervous? I'm not going to eat you."
But then he leaned close to her ear. "Though today I really do want to eat you. Will you let me?"
This kind of question was, of course, impossible to answer. So once again, Zhao Yu simply lowered her head.
He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, the tip of his tongue tracing the delicate shell of her ear. "If you don't answer, I'll take that as silent consent?"
Her hands, resting on his arms, tightened their grip. Zhao Yu still said nothing.
Another elevator opened, and a young couple, wrapped up in each other, stepped out. Xue Zi'ang wrapped his arm around Zhao Yu's waist and guided her inside. As the doors slid shut, his lips found hers once more.
This time, Zhao Yu finally remembered to breathe. Their kiss was lingering and passionate, as if the rush of desire within them had ignited the entire sealed space, the air thick with flowing currents of intimacy.
Zhao Yu's apartment was on the thirty-first floor, secured with a fingerprint lock. Her lips were still captured by Xue Zi'ang's as she unlocked the door.
When the door closed behind them, the curtains hadn't been drawn open, leaving the room steeped in shadowy dimness.
Her body had long since turned to jelly. Weakly, she leaned back against Xue Zi'ang. His breathing was heavy, even more pronounced in the dark environment.
He pressed her against the door, his hard erection grinding against her through their clothes. His deft tongue swept through her mouth one last time before trailing from the corner of her lips to her heated earlobe.
"One more chance. Are you willing?"
His low, hoarse voice was devastatingly sexy. Zhao Yu was already gasping, unable to speak. Teased like this, she trembled all over, incapable of making a single sound.
He hesitated no longer. Reaching out, he tugged at her clothes. The professional suit was easy to remove—the jacket fell to the floor in moments, followed by the thin white blouse.
His long, knuckle-defined fingers deftly worked each button until they were all undone, revealing the white bra beneath.
He cupped her through the fabric, kneading, then pushed the bra upward. His hot palm grazed against her already-erect nipples as his five fingers gathered the soft flesh of her breast, squeezing rhythmically.
"So soft. So smooth." His lips remained pressed to her ear, his scorching breath pouring directly into it. "The feel is incredible."
Zhao Yu twisted her head away, trying to evade him. "Stop talking."
He chuckled lowly, his mouth growing even more brazen. "The shape is wonderful too. Beautiful and sexy."
Zhao Yu raised a hand to hit him, but he caught it and brought it to his lips, kissing her pale, soft palm. "Your hands are also very beautiful."
He pinched her nipple hard with his other hand. Zhao Yu let out a low moan. He intensified his efforts, both hands now rubbing and teasing the stiff little buds. "Let your voice out. It sounds wonderful."
Zhao Yu naturally refused. Smiling, he buried his head against her chest, taking her breast into his mouth, licking and sucking. His long fingers slid down to her waist, unzipping her skirt, peeling away the stockings and panties, delving straight into the depths of her slick core.
"Already this wet? Does it itch?"
"Stop saying things like that..."
Zhao Yu trembled, clamping her thighs around his fingers, but it did nothing to halt his rhythmic stroking. In the dark room, aside from their ragged breathing, the only sound was the intimate, wet noise emanating from between her legs.
"Clearly flowing this much, and you still won't let me say it." He was a master of foreplay. Even though his shaft was already painfully swollen, he remained unhurried. "Last time you got this wet too. Doesn't it really itch? Have you touched yourself since coming home?"
Zhao Yu had, in fact, touched herself—achieving climax twice with a vibrator. But she could never admit that. "No..."
"Liar." His fingertip pressed down hard on her erect clit, and Zhao Yu immediately cried out.
"I was so hard, yet you had the cruelty to run away, leaving me to solve the problem using only your panties and stockings." His index and middle fingers squeezed together into her tight entrance, and listening to her moans, he accelerated his inward thrusts. "And then, I came so much."
"Slower..." Zhao Yu's whole body shook. "I didn't do it on purpose. I... I hadn't decided yet..."
"And have you decided now?" His fingertips circled inside her slick channel, finding the most sensitive raised spot. He scraped against it forcefully, and she screamed, collapsing completely into his arms.
"I... don't know... I... ah... don't touch there..."
He clamped an arm around her twisting waist and smirked wickedly. "Don't touch where? The G-spot?"
"Don't... Xue... President Xue..."
"Call me by my name."
"Xue Zi'ang... Xue... ah..." The moment his name fell from her lips, she came undone in his hand.
"Still this sensitive." He withdrew his fingers and waved them before her eyes.
Even in the dim light, she could vaguely see the slick sheen glistening on his fingertips.
He looked straight into her eyes, brought his fingers to his mouth, extended the tip of his tongue, and licked them. "Sweet."
Zhao Yu had to admit, this man was simply too alluring. Just that one gesture had already sent another gush of fluid flooding between her legs.
Xue Zi'ang took her hand and guided it to his crotch. "Help me undo these."
Even her hands were trembling now, but she obediently followed his command, freeing the thick, long, rigid shaft from the constricting fabric of his trousers.
He kept her hand pressed against it. "Touch it. It's telling you it wants you."
The temperature was only slightly warmer than her palm, yet Zhao Yu felt it was scorching hot. As she held it in her hand, the thing throbbed and pulsed, almost seeming to swell even larger.
Her fingers grazed the sensitive tip. Xue Zi'ang let out a muffled groan, lifted one of her legs, pressed against her buttocks, and with a single thrust of his hips, squeezed inside her dripping entrance.
This time, he buried himself to the hilt without the slightest courtesy.
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