The Seductive Pretty Boy of the Matriarchal World-Chapter 81: A Call at the Wrong Time (R-18)

Chapter 81: A Call at the Wrong Time

Elias’s eyes went wide, a flash of real irritation breaking through the flush already creeping across his face as he stared at Serena.

Touching him was one thing. Using his body to warm her hands was something else entirely.

What caught him off guard most was that Pain Conversion did absolutely nothing for this. When he had stood out by the road and let that soft, needling rain soak into him for more than ten minutes, the skill had blurred the discomfort until his body felt almost pleasantly warm. He had assumed cold would work the same way.

Apparently not.

The instant Serena slid her hand inside his clothes, it felt as though she had opened a door to a walk-in freezer and pressed winter straight against his skin.

"Take your hand out."

At first, Elias had only planned to struggle a little, just enough to keep up appearances. That thought vanished the moment her fingers settled against him.

No flirting. No performance.

But Serena Blackwood had never been the sort of woman who backed off because someone asked nicely. Her hand kept moving, slow and invasive, and Elias reacted on instinct. He caught her by the wrist and pulled with everything he had.

For him, it was all his strength.

For Serena, it was almost nothing.

She could have shaken him off without effort. Instead, she let him keep holding on.

She looked at the anger in his eyes, felt the thin, stubborn force of his grip, and some small part of the fury swelling inside her finally found somewhere to go. It eased her, if only a little. He was in her hands. Completely.

A smile curved over her lips.

Even with Elias clamped around her wrist, her hand kept moving beneath his shirt. From the outside, the fabric bulged and shifted in little restless motions. The shape traveled over his stomach and then higher, nosing its way toward his chest with a persistence that made his whole body tense.

He shuddered hard.

The cold had teeth. It bit deep enough to make him tremble.

Where the hell was Pain Conversion now?

To Serena, though, that reaction looked like something else.

She knew this body too well. Better than he did, maybe.

Then, little by little, the worst of it eased.

Elias let out a breath he had not realized he was holding. Her hand had finally stolen enough of his body heat to stop feeling like a piece of polished ice. The sharp edge of it softened. The torture became bearable.

Fine.

He forced himself to settle.

If Serena wanted a show, she could have one.

A frustrated curse ground through his mind, but all that surfaced on the outside was a deeper flush spreading across his face, cheeks burning hot under her gaze.

Serena’s eyes darkened the instant she saw it. She read the shift in him perfectly—the way his resistance had turned calculated, the stubborn set of his jaw softening into something that almost looked compliant. It wasn’t surrender. It was defiance dressed up as endurance, and it ignited something vicious and bright inside her.

"You think you can just endure me?" she murmured, voice silk and venom. Her free hand slid up to cup the back of his neck, yanking him forward until their foreheads pressed together. "After you spent the night with her? After you made me sit here wondering?"

Her fingers under his shirt dipped lower. They traced the sharp line of his hip, slipped beneath the waistband of his jeans, and popped the button with a single practiced flick. The zipper rasped open. Elias’s breath caught hard, his thighs tensing on either side of her lap as he tried to shift away.

"Serena—" he started, voice low and strained.

She ignored him. Her palm wrapped around his cock through the thin fabric of his underwear first, feeling it twitch and thicken despite the tension radiating from every line of his body. Then she shoved the cloth aside and took him bare.

He was already half-hard, the length of him hot and heavy in her grip, the head already slick. She stroked him slowly from base to tip, thumb circling the sensitive underside until his hips jerked once before he forced them still.

Elias’s fingers dug into her wrist, trying to yank her away even as heat pooled low in his belly. He pressed his lips together tight, refusing to let any sound escape, but his chest rose and fell faster. He shoved at her shoulder with his free hand, stubborn and tense, muscles straining in quiet protest.

Serena only smiled, sweet as ever, and squeezed tighter. Her fist pumped him with slow, deliberate strokes, twisting at the head each time until his cock throbbed openly in her hand, veins pulsing against her palm. The back seat was dim and private, the partition up, the low hum of the car the only other sound besides the wet slide of her hand and the ragged edge of his breathing that he kept trying—and failing—to steady.

"You’re already leaking for me," she whispered against his mouth, voice soft and mocking. "Did Giselle get you this hard last night? Or were you saving every drop for the woman who actually owns you?"

He tried to shove her shoulders again, thighs tensing harder on either side of her lap, but she used her weight to pin him down more firmly. With her other hand still on his neck, she hiked her skirt up to her waist—no panties, never when it came to him—and guided the flushed head of his cock against her slick folds. She was already soaked, the heat of her pussy radiating against him like a brand.

Elias realized what she meant to do a split second too late. His eyes widened, body going rigid as he pushed weakly at her hips, trying to create even an inch of space.

"Wait—"

She sank down onto him in one smooth, relentless motion.

His cock stretched her open, burying to the hilt inside her tight, wet heat. A soft, slick sound filled the air as she took him completely, her walls clenching around every inch. Serena let out a low, satisfied sigh, but Elias bit his lip hard, refusing to give her the sound she wanted. The sudden fullness made his vision blur; her walls fluttered and squeezed, milking him with every tiny shift of her hips.

She rocked against him slowly at first, grinding in deep circles that forced him even deeper. Each roll of her hips dragged his cock along her inner walls, the head pressing against that spot that made her breath hitch and her grip on his neck tighten. Elias’s face burned hotter, flush spreading down his neck as he tried desperately not to make a sound—lips pressed thin, breath coming in short, controlled bursts through his nose. His hands shoved at her waist, stubborn fingers digging in, trying to lift her off even a little, but she only sank down harder, taking him to the root again with a quiet, obscene squelch.

"Feel that?" she breathed, lips brushing his ear. "This is what you get for following her. For thinking you could hide from me. You’re mine, Elias. Every inch of you."

His hands fisted in the front of her blouse, pushing weakly, but his cock betrayed him completely—throbbing, leaking steadily inside her, the slick sounds growing louder as she rode him with controlled, possessive rolls of her hips. He hated how good it felt, hated the way his body responded with tiny, involuntary twitches upward. Sweat beaded along his hairline, his flushed skin glistening as he tensed every muscle, stubborn and silent except for the ragged hitch in his breathing.

Serena’s pace quickened. She fucked him with deeper, more insistent movements, using the angle to take him as far as possible each time. One hand stayed wrapped around the base of his cock between thrusts, squeezing every time she sank down, while the other kept his face pressed to her chest so she could feel every shaky exhale against her skin. The car hit a gentle bump and she used it, driving him up into her with a sharp grind that made a low, wet sound echo in the confined space.

Elias’s thighs trembled under her, his whole body flushed and tense as he fought the building pressure, teeth sunk into his lower lip to keep any noise locked inside. Soft, rhythmic schlick-schluck sounds filled the air every time she lifted and dropped, her soaked pussy gliding messily along his length. His cock pulsed inside her, swelling thicker, the head dragging along her walls with each thrust. He shoved at her again, harder this time, his flushed face buried against her chest, eyes squeezed shut in stubborn refusal even as his hips gave the smallest, traitorous buck upward.

She leaned in closer, lips grazing his temple. "That’s it... let me feel how much you hate this," she whispered, voice dripping with satisfaction as she rolled her hips in a slow, filthy circle that ground him right against her deepest spot. Another wet squelch. Another helpless twitch of his cock.

Elias’s breath stuttered. He could feel every ridge of her inside, every flutter and squeeze, the way her wetness coated him completely and dripped down between them. His hands pushed at her hips again, fingers trembling with the effort, but the movement only made her sink down harder, taking him even deeper.

Serena moaned softly, the sound low and pleased against his ear. She started moving faster now, riding him with steady, possessive strokes—lifting until just the tip remained inside her, then slamming back down with a lewd slap of skin on skin. Each thrust dragged a fresh rush of heat through him, his cock throbbing harder, leaking more with every glide.

He was close—dangerously close. She could feel it in the way he pulsed and swelled inside her, the way his thighs trembled under her.

Serena had just tightened her grip, ready to push him over the edge and make him come undone right there in her lap, when Elias’s phone rang.

The sound cut through the air like a blade.

Serena smiled, but a line of cold slid beneath it. "Who is calling this early?"

She already had a guess.

Most likely the Frost girl.

Elias reached for the phone at once, but Serena caught his hand before he could get there. Her voice stayed soft, almost indulgent. "I’ll get it. You’re a little busy right now."

Their position made the situation worse. Elias was still straddling her lap, cock buried to the hilt inside her, her walls fluttering around him with every tiny movement. The outline of the phone was obvious through the denim bunched around his thighs.

Serena’s hand slid downward, still keeping him seated deep inside her as she worked her slender fingers into his front pocket. The motion made her hips roll again, forcing another involuntary twitch of his cock inside her, another soft, wet sound. By the time she finally got the phone out, his breathing had grown completely uneven, ragged little gasps slipping out despite how hard he tried to swallow them.

Then Serena looked at the screen.

Two words lit it up.

Giselle Frost.

The name sat there like a challenge.

Serena did not lash out immediately. She only lifted her gaze and asked, almost mildly, "Why didn’t she take you all the way back? Did something come up?" 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

It was a perfectly reasonable question, and in his current state, Elias had no room to make it sound suspicious. His face was still red, his voice lower than usual when he answered. "Probably..."

He already knew why Giselle had called.

Sloane must have realized he had not gone back like he was supposed to. Once she got nervous enough, there was only one person she would report it to.

Perfect timing.

His eyes locked onto the phone, and excitement sparked under everything else he was feeling. He had wanted to try this kind of stunt at least once for ages. The last few worlds had all been fantasy settings. No phones. No easy way to weaponize a badly timed call.

This world, at least, had the right equipment.

Serena noticed the look in his eyes. "She sounds concerned about you," she said quietly. "Should I answer?"

Yes. Obviously. Answer it.

The thought hit so hard it almost shoved him forward.

And in action, that was exactly what it became. Elias lunged for the phone in her hand with a sudden burst of strength. Serena’s mouth curled into a cold little smile. Her finger was already resting on the screen.

She swiped.

Elias froze.

The motion stopped mid-grab. His body locked up all at once, stiff and still, as if somebody had cast him in place.

Silence settled over the room, strange and thick.

His lips pressed together so hard they almost whitened. Then he slowly shook his head at Serena. It looked halfway like pleading and halfway like an order. Hang up. Don’t do this.

Serena only smiled.

The hand still tucked between their bodies—keeping him seated deep inside her—moved again, a slow, deliberate roll of her hips that drove his cock back into her with another wet, obscene sound.

A muffled sound slipped out through Elias’s parted lips before he could stop it, breathy and shaken and impossible to mistake. The noise traveled cleanly into the phone and into the ear of the person on the other end.

Something in Serena’s expression lit up.

The pleasure that flashed through her was almost bright.

So the joke really could be done in real life. And this was what it felt like.

It was exquisite.

This, she thought, might be the most satisfying way in the world to make a point.

She even had the leisure to make a joke of her own, her tone lazy and sweet as she spoke into the call. "Weren’t you out for a run? How did you manage to twist your ankle? Let me..."

She never got to finish.

The crack of the slap rang sharp in the enclosed space.

Serena’s head snapped sideways.

For the first time in a long while, genuine disbelief showed on her face. A vivid red handprint bloomed across her cheek, bright and unmistakable against her skin.

Inside, Elias was laughing so hard he could barely contain it.

Serves you right. Using me to warm your hands and having sex? Take that.

What showed on the surface could not have been more different.

Tears burst from his eyes almost instantly. His voice tore free in a raw shout threaded with a sob. "You asshole!"

Serena was still stunned, and that single second of lost focus was enough.

Elias snatched the phone from her hand.

The screen lit his face as he looked down at it, only to find the call had already ended.