Returning - Chapter 81

Chapter 81: Snowy Night

The engine was still running, the heater set low, but the warm air blowing over their two bodies as they moved together, rising and falling in rhythm, quickly slicked their skin with a fine sheen of sweat.

Snowflakes drifting down melted the instant they touched the windshield, trickling down in little rivulets that conveniently formed a natural screen, veiling the erotic scene inside the car.

The wanton fluids gushing freely between Zhao Yu's legs also flowed ceaselessly down her inner thighs amidst the suggestive sounds of thrusting, soaking the smooth fabric of Shang Lu's trousers and spilling onto the pristine seat.

Shang Lu paid no mind to the mess at his crotch. His hands were clamped tightly around her waist, his thick shaft pounding fiercely inside her, each thrust reaching deep into her passage, roughly scraping against all her sensitive spots.

His lips remained sealed over her increasingly wet, pliant lips, sucking hard, nipping lightly with his teeth, licking back and forth, wrapping around her tongue, pushing and swirling, drawing on the tip with each pull.

As far as Zhao Yu could remember, they had never kissed this intensely. The way he seemed to want to devour her whole felt more like he was venting some kind of emotion.

Was it because her answer had displeased him? But an answer like that should have been within his expectations.

Or was it because her saying she'd been in the beds of many men had provoked him? Did he, like other men, possess a strong possessiveness over the women he'd slept with?

"Ah—" The rigid shaft scraped past her G-spot, the large glans pulling out only partially before slamming back in, scraping that most sensitive raised spot again as it drove deep into her core. Zhao Yu couldn't help but shudder, crying out softly as she climaxed.

Shang Lu gave her no chance to catch her breath. He sealed his lips over hers again, swallowing every last enticing moan, and continued to roll his hips, thrusting wildly inside her frantically clenching passage.

Zhao Yu could clearly feel the entire car trembling with their rhythm. A few times, when she simply couldn't take it anymore and arched backward, she even knocked against the steering wheel, producing a few short, sharp honks—like a horn sounding off in cheer for their passion.

In a situation like this, if anyone passed by outside, they would inevitably notice something. But for her now, the tension of being discovered was far less thrilling than Shang Lu losing control.

A man who had rarely lost his reason in three years, now seized by the need to have such fierce sex with her in a car parked on a street bustling with traffic—that was an achievement for anyone. Even if she didn't need this man to submit beneath her.

The phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated. The familiar ringtone sounded jarringly inside the car, suffused with the scent of sex. Zhao Yu stopped her twisting and grinding, reaching somewhat clumsily for her phone.

Shang Lu also slowed the pace of his thrusts, giving her the opportunity to take the call, but when she pulled out the phone, he still took a careful look at it.

The caller ID showed "Ji Sui." Clearly a man's name.

Zhao Yu froze for a moment. She hadn't expected Ji Sui to call her directly, and so soon at that.

But Ji Sui taking the initiative to contact her was exactly the outcome she wanted. This was a call she couldn't afford to miss. Panting, she looked at Shang Lu.

Shang Lu understood her intention. He came to a complete stop, even turning off the engine, granting her absolute silence.

Zhao Yu steadied her rapid breathing and swiped to answer. "Hello?"

There was a pause of a few seconds before Ji Sui's voice came through. "It's me."

"I know."

All the pleasantries were just a cover for the awkwardness and unease between them.

Ji Sui was quiet for another moment, then asked, "Are you home yet?"

"Yes."

"The snow is heavy outside, the roads are a bit slippery. I was worried something might happen to you on the way, so…"

"I understand."

Silence fell on the other end again. Zhao Yu knew he must have been hesitating all along, so she waited patiently for him to speak.

After a good while, he finally asked, "I saw you get into a man's car. Was he… a friend of yours?"

It was quiet inside the car. With their lower bodies joined and their chests pressed together, every word Ji Sui spoke reached Shang Lu's ears with perfect clarity. Hearing the question, he looked at Zhao Yu curiously, wondering how she would answer.

Zhao Yu's expression was perfectly calm. "He's a boyfriend I dated when I was in America."

An ordinary friend wouldn't be close enough to drape a coat over her shoulders like that, or bundle her into a car that way. She naturally couldn't brush Ji Sui off with such a lame excuse.

Getting no response from Ji Sui, she added, "He and I have absolutely no relationship anymore."

The hands Shang Lu had on her waist tightened, then slowly loosened again.

His swollen desire was still buried deep inside her. For a fleeting moment, a thought flashed through his mind: grab her and fuck her hard, let her moans and the most obscene sounds of their coupling carry over to the other end of the line.

But looking at her flushed face, he ultimately did nothing, just continued sitting there in silence.

Since he couldn't help her, the least he could do was not create trouble for her.

"What about Xue Zi'ang?" Ji Sui suddenly asked. "You and him… are you still involved?"

"No, it's completely over. We talked it through tonight."

Silence again from Ji Sui's end. Zhao Yu imagined he must be breathing a sigh of relief right about now.

"Then…" When Ji Sui spoke again, his tone did seem a bit lighter than before. "Get some rest."

"Mm."

"Oh, right. That allergic reaction on your shoulder—has it healed?"

"It's all better now. Thank you for that day."

"It's nothing. We're friends, it's only right."

After Zhao Yu hung up, Shang Lu pulled aside her collar. Using the faint light, he examined her shoulder, then reached out and gently stroked it. "An allergic reaction?"

"Mm."

"On purpose?"

He'd figured it out. The man on the other end of the line was exactly one of the men she'd mentioned earlier—one she planned to use for her revenge.

A self-deprecating smile touched Zhao Yu's lips. "I didn't realize President Shang understood me so well."

Shang Lu didn't reply. His hand withdrew from her collar, slipping instead under the hem of her clothes to grasp both breasts and knead them forcefully. At the same time, he surged his hips up, pounding into her relentlessly once more.

Just as he drove her to another small climax, he suddenly murmured, as if to himself, his voice very low, "I've never understood you."

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