Chapter 237: A Much Better Answer
Heat rushed outward from Alexandra’s pounding heart. Her eyes widened, her lips parted, and a sharp breath entered her lungs as the flush spread from her cheeks down her neck.
Then she grabbed him.
Her palms closed around Martin’s face, and her mouth hit his hard enough to sting. She kissed him once with all the excitement she had been holding in, then again before he could recover, pressing her entire body into him.
Her breasts compressed against his chest, heavy and warm through their clothes. Her fingers slid into his hair and tightened while she tilted his head into a better angle.
The tip of her tongue pushed between his lips and ran along his.
A sharp jolt went through Martin, and Alexandra shuddered against him. She caught his lower lip, sucked it into her mouth, and rubbed her tongue over it before releasing him with a wet smack.
The next kiss came immediately.
Her tongue slipped between his lips again, sliding over his and drawing back just enough to make him follow. Each kiss left their mouths slicker, and her quick breaths warmed his cheek before she caught him again.
Martin froze long enough to surprise himself.
Then his arm hooked around her waist.
Alexandra gasped into his mouth when he hauled her flush against him. His other hand slid behind her head, fingers sinking into her hair, and he finally returned the kiss with all the hunger she had pulled out of him.
His tongue pushed hers back. A needy moan vibrated against his lips, and Alexandra opened wider, letting him take the angle while her mouth clung to his.
Their tongues met again, hot and wet. She curled hers around his and sucked it into her mouth, her cheeks drawing inward as she worked her tongue along the underside.
Martin groaned, and the sound made her thighs press together.
Alexandra pushed her hips forward until his erection pressed firmly against her lower stomach. The contact stopped her for half a heartbeat, then she pressed against it again on purpose, moving slowly enough to feel the hard ridge through their clothes.
They broke apart only long enough to breathe. A thin string of saliva hung between Alexandra’s swollen lips and Martin’s lower one, trembling between them while her cheeks burned.
She leaned in and licked it from his lip.
Martin caught her mouth before she could pull away.
He kissed her harder and bent her slightly backward over the arm around her waist. Alexandra clung to his shoulders and opened for him while his tongue drove deep into her mouth. Each movement drew a wet sound from between their lips, and she sucked whenever he tried to pull back.
Her breasts dragged against his chest with every breath. The pressure hardened her nipples beneath her clothes, and she deliberately pushed closer while their mouths remained joined.
Martin’s hand slid from her waist to the upper curve of her ass.
Alexandra jerked against him, and another moan broke against his mouth when he squeezed. His grip sank into the firm flesh through her clothes, hard enough for her to feel each finger.
She pressed her ass farther into his palm. Martin squeezed again and dragged her hips against his hard cock, making her thighs tremble.
Alexandra pulled her mouth away and sucked in a broken breath. Her lips had turned red and glossy, with saliva shining along her chin.
"You feel that?" she whispered, her voice already rough.
Martin kept staring at her mouth. "Hard not to."
A shameless smile spread across her face. "Good."
She rolled her hips against him again.
Martin groaned, caught the back of her neck, and dragged her into another kiss before she could enjoy the victory. By then, her lips were swollen and slick, and their tongues tangled immediately.
The academy remained busy around them, but Alexandra stopped registering any of it. Sunlight filtered through the canopy and deepened from gold into red, spreading across the paths, nearby buildings, and leaves overhead.
Even the distant Light Tree caught the color.
The sunset washed everything around them in crimson, and the heat in Alexandra’s face made the world look even redder.
Martin caught her upper lip lightly between his teeth, and Alexandra arched into him. Several players along the path finally gave up pretending not to stare.
Some had already been watching since her embrace behind the bench. Now they stood frozen, watching Martin cup the beautiful woman’s ass while she rubbed herself against him and kissed him with her tongue deep in his mouth.
With her champagne-gold hair hanging loose, her face altered, and her nameplate hidden, none of them seemed to realize they were watching one of the country’s most famous actresses. To them, she was simply an impossibly beautiful player making out with Night Espresso’s vice leader.
One man muttered a curse and looked away. Nearby, a woman whispered to her friend, who answered without taking her eyes off them.
Martin and Alexandra noticed none of it.
Her tongue slid back into his mouth, and Martin sucked it between his lips. The sudden pull weakened her knees, making her sag against him for a moment, but his arm kept her upright.
Alexandra knew exactly how staged intimacy worked. Scripts, marked positions, rehearsed movements, camera angles, and body doubles turned something private into another part of the job.
None of that existed here. No one interrupted them or told her where to place her hands. Martin simply kept kissing her while she clung to him and pulled him closer.
When Alexandra finally broke away, a strand of saliva stretched between their tongues before snapping across her lower lip. Her chest heaved against his, and Martin’s breathing came just as heavily.
They stayed wrapped around each other for several seconds, his hand still cupped firmly around her ass while hers rested on his shoulders.
Alexandra slowly licked the saliva from her swollen lip.
"That," she whispered, "was a much better answer."
Martin kept staring at her mouth. "You didn’t give me much time."
"You said it was worth trying." She rubbed herself lightly against his erection again. "I heard enough."
Martin breathed out through his nose, though his arm remained firm around her waist.
"We’re trying one date."
Alexandra smiled.
"We haven’t created a fucking harem because you shoved your tongue down my throat."
"Not yet."
Martin groaned. "You nearly ruined it again."
"You still want the date."
"I do."
"In the game?"
"Here first."
Her smile brightened. Martin looked over her flushed face and swollen lips, then let his gaze drop toward the thighs that had made his decision easier than he wanted to admit.
"Then a real one."
Alexandra froze. She had expected him to agree to something private inside the game, safely separated from the outside world. Hearing him offer a real date himself brought another flush across her face.
"You mean that?"
"I wouldn’t have said it otherwise."
Her fingers curled behind his neck. "Good."
Alexandra moved to kiss him again, but Martin reached her first. He caught the back of her neck, pulled her forward, and sealed his mouth over her swollen lips.
She opened for him immediately and pressed herself into his body while his tongue slid back into her mouth. The sun had dropped lower during their conversation, staining the paths and leaves a deeper red as they kissed again and ignored everything around them.