by Chloe Lang
He wanted her, wanted all of her. He swept her up in his arms and sat back down in his seat, pulling her down on him. The feel of her round bottom on his cock, even with their clothing creating a thin barrier of fabric, made his pulse pound hard and hot in his veins. He kissed her again—a wordless claim but a claim indeed. She was his. She would be Eric’s, too. His cock was responding to the wiggle of her bottom full on, lengthening to the near-painful.
Two hours was not enough time for all he wanted to do to her. But there was enough to get her hot and bothered, screaming for more. He would pleasure her until she couldn’t imagine ever being without him. Once he and Eric could get her into the playroom between them, she would be theirs forever.
His cravings thundered hard, but he forced himself to relax. She deserved him to be a lover, not an animal. But fuck, he felt like an animal now, with Megan’s fingers playing in his hair, their tongues melding together in her mouth, and his cock throbbing to the brink of painful.
He twisted her blonde locks between his fingers and gave them the slightest tug. Her eyes fluttered and her lips vibrated as he continued kissing her. The little mewl that came from her throat shot up his desire to claim her. As he moved his left hand to the nape of her neck and his right hand to her shoulder, he realized how overwhelming his need for Megan had become in only two days. Absurd to most, but absolutely and utterly true to him.
He released her lips and gazed into her green blinking eyes.
Her cute nose wrinkled. “Why are you and Eric helping me?”
He cupped her chin. “Because you need us and we can.”
And again, he crushed his mouth to hers. Kissing had never been his thing before. It had always been a means to a desired finish line. But with Megan, kissing was so much more and so very necessary. His heart thudded in his chest and his blood seared through his veins and down to his cock. Her lips were soft and inviting. Everything about her was soft, inviting, and so much more. She was his world. He would do anything he had to do to win her and to make her happy.
Ending their kiss, he closed his hands over Megan’s voluptuous breasts.
“Are you sure we should do this?” she asked meekly.
“What? You don’t like kissing, baby?” He leaned forward and gently merged their lips together once again.
Tenderly he massaged her breasts. Her tiny hot pants into his mouth made him even harder, hungrier, and wild with heavy need. He let go of her lips and her mouth dropped open.
Her cheeks were bright red and her pupils were dilated. “Scott, I–I adore kissing you, but—”
“Shh. Let’s just enjoy ourselves and see where this goes. I’ll take this only as far as you want. Not one inch farther. Okay?”
“Yes.” She nodded so sweetly. “I’m very inexperienced when it comes to this kind of thing.”
Every breath and syllable made her chest shiver in his hands. He had to control himself. Keep his head. He must. “Sweetheart, I’ve got the reins here. Understand?”
She sighed and then smiled, inflaming him beyond reason. Then she surprised him with what she asked next. “Will you tell me about that room at your mansion with the bench-looking thing? You know, the room where Eric shut the door when I first arrived.”
“What do you want to know about the playroom?” Scott knew it would’ve been best if Eric were with them right now instead of in Dallas. From the very beginning, their sexual experiences were mainly together. Sure, they’d each had a few tumbles alone, but they both preferred to share a woman’s bed most of the time. When they’d become official instructors at Phase Four, that choice was advanced in them even more. In Destiny, poly relationships were quite normal and even expected.
“I’ve read some books about people into that kind of lifestyle. Are you and Eric…well, are you?”
“You mean BDSM?”
“Yes.” Her tone was tiny and feminine, her scent intoxicating and full of need. “Bondage and dominance is what I am curious about. Is that what you and your brother built the room for?”
His blood pulsed into his cock until the pressure felt unbearable. He inhaled deeply, capturing every wisp of her that floated in the air of the plane. His mouth watered. He couldn’t wait to get his tongue on her sweet pussy.
“We’re men of many tastes, Megan.” He lightly caressed her gorgeous tits. “How about you? What do you like?”
She shrugged. “I really don’t know. Like I said, I’m not that experienced.”
He sensed there was more to that than she was willing to say. As much as he wanted to press her to trust him, he didn’t. In the library and down in the shooting range, he and Eric had talked about being patient with her. He could hit the accelerator to the floorboard and steamroll her into surrendering all to him, but what then? She would bolt as soon as she could. She was curious but also nervous, even scared. So instead of pressing for the truth, he found her taut nipples under her blouse with his thumb and forefinger.
He pinched her fleshy tips ever so lightly, then asked, “What does this feel like?”
She tilted her head back slightly and her lips began to quiver. “Nice.”
He kept himself in check by sheer willpower. His inner caveman wanted to claim her for his own right then and there.
“Close your eyes, Megan.”
She instantly obeyed and his lust doubled and tripled. It was clear to him that Megan was curious to dip her toe into the sexual waters of BDSM but was hesitant about it. God, training and teaching her all that BDSM had to offer would be the greatest pleasure of his life. But now he could only imply what the Dom/sub relationship consisted of. Later, with Eric’s help, the lessons could go deep, really deep.
“Inside your body, what are you feeling? Tell me,” he instructed.
“Hot tingly things.” She opened her eyes and looked him square in the face, her hand skimming his cheek. “It feels wonderful, Scott. I know about how things work in your hometown, in your mansion.” She blinked and then looked down at her feet so cutely.
He continued to knead her breasts and pinch her nipples. “If you’re asking if we have shared women, the answer is ‘yes.’”
Trembling, she returned her gaze back to him. “Phoebe told me about the O’Learys, Judge Ethel and her two husbands. I’ve never heard of such a thing before.”
“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, sweetheart.” Scott wanted to fuel her curiosity but also to quell her concerns. “But I don’t want to talk about our pasts, do you? I would much rather talk about right now. You and me. Here on this plane. Together.” With the skill of a well-trained Dom, he’d already determined her bra’s clasp was in the front. Keeping his left hand on her breasts, he brushed the skin of her neck with his tongue. With his right hand, he reached under her blouse and unfastened her bra, giving his fingertips a fabric-free access to her incredible tits.
Her breathing became shallow.
“I’ve got to see your beauties, baby. Time for the big reveal.”
Her sweet, nervous laugh thrilled him. “Am I supposed to call you ‘Sir’ now?”
Fuck yeah, you should.
Her question shot straight into his cock. “I know you’ve read some about the life, but reading is different than doing. I’ve got the reins, sweetheart. We’re just having fun. This isn’t a scene or play. You haven’t been trained. You don’t know the protocols.”
She smiled. “One day I would like to ask you more about it, if you don’t mind, Scott?” Delicious-looking gooseflesh popped up on her arms, and her face and neck turned the cutest shade of red, delighting his eyes.
“It would be my pleasure.” His heart was leaping for joy. Megan was the perfect woman for him, for Eric. She was interested in the life, and that galvanized him through and through.
What more could he ask for? When her eyes had widened at the sight of the mansion’s playroom, he’d longed—but held little faith—for a day when she would consider visiting it again. Now, hope swelled in his chest, becoming something powe
rful and certain. She would not only visit the dungeon, she would enjoy it with him and Eric.
Continuing to caress her breast with his right hand, he used his left to brush her silky hair out of her eyes. “You’re enjoying this, but I sense you’re a little anxious, right?”
Chapter Eight
Megan gazed into Scott’s brown eyes. “I am a little nervous. Like I told you, I’m not very skilled in the bedroom.”
It was wrong, she knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t seem to bring herself to tell him the truth—that she was a virgin, that the extent of her sexual exposure came from books.
Until now, on this plane with Scott, kissing had been the pinnacle of intimacy for her. She’d dreamed about this moment, the moment a man would take her virginity. But being with Scott was much more than any of those nighttime fantasies. This was tactile, intense, bright, and so very real. Scott was like the heroes of her favorite books—protective, loyal, relentless, and mouthwatering, panty-drenching sexy.
But this was wrong. He should know, shouldn’t he? It wasn’t right to keep such a thing from him. And she was married. Sure, she didn’t want to be, but legally, she still was.
She was about to open her mouth and tell him everything when he spoke. “I’ve waited long enough. I’ve got to see your tits, Megan.”
Her head reeled as Scott removed her top over her head. Her trembles intensified to major quakes. Words wouldn’t come. Not yet. She wanted to feel his fingertips on her skin, his lips on her mouth. If she told him now, would he be shocked? Would he stop? She couldn’t bear the thought. She’d never felt her body get so warm before. Moisture pooled between her legs. She would tell him the truth before they took the final plunge. He was due that from her. But for now, right or wrong, she would ride the wave of his masculinity. She wanted more, needed more, craved more.
He pulled her already unfastened bra apart, exposing every inch of her chest. She’d always felt her breasts were too big for her body, but the way he was looking at them, Megan thought she might’ve be wrong.
“Gorgeous. My God, you have the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen, sweetheart.” Without a word, his mouth came down on her right nipple, sending a shock through her body and a gasp out of her mouth.
His thick, manly lips tightened around the tip of her nipple, delivering a sweet sting that reached all the way down into her pussy. Her clit began to throb.
Scott wanted her. Really wanted her.
Through every fiber of her being, she wanted him, too. She stretched out her hand tentatively, still not quite sure what was typical with this level of intimacy, but she had to touch his ruggedly handsome face. When he nodded his approval, she moved her fingertips to his square jaw. His five-o’clock shadow brushed her flesh, delivering a quick shock that traveled up her arm, down her torso, and parked itself in her clit, pulsating to the very edge of where logic and sanity bordered frenzy and delirium. Cravings that she’d never experienced before rolled through, sweeping away her resistance. She wondered what lay beneath Scott’s shirt, his jeans. He might run circles around a boardroom, but he looked like a man more comfortable in a saddle than in an executive’s chair.
“You want to see my chest, don’t you?”
Like a mentalist, Scott could apparently see into her very thoughts. “Yes. Very much.”
“Fair is fair.” He cupped her breasts in his giant hands and sent her a wicked wink. Then he shed his clothes slowly, certainly for her benefit. She was finding it hard to swallow when he tossed his shirt to the plane’s floor. A sun-soaked, muscled chest and ripped abdomen came into view. “Touch me.”
She obeyed him, running her fingers over his hard flesh.
“Now we’re both bare-chested. Better?”
“Much,” she answered, continuing to caress his upper half’s perfection.
His hands moved down her sides. She loved the feel of his rough fingers on her body. Wherever he touched her, new sensations she’d never felt before sprung up. The man definitely knew his way around a woman’s body, which was quite rewarding to her.
In a flash, he lifted her up in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, balancing herself in his hold.
“I don’t know about you, baby, but I want to see more of you. Would you like to see more of me?”
She most definitely did. “Yes. Please. Fair is fair.” She repeated his words.
“There’s a sweet, little vixen inside you, isn’t there, sweetheart?”
She took a deep breath, uncertainty crushing back in. Closing her eyes, she tried to steady herself. Vixen wannabe? Maybe, but definitely not a full-fledged vixen.
“Megan, what’s the matter?” he asked, lowering her to her previous seat.
“I want to do this right, Scott. I want you to be happy with my performance.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Darling, you don’t have to perform anything. I guess it has been a long time since you’ve done this. I told you before, I’m in control, I’m responsible here, not you. Your job is to open yourself up and feel.” He cradled her chin in his hand. “You think you can do that for me?”
Tears welled in her eyes. “Yes.”
As his fingertips touched her cheek, she was engulfed in the potency of this moment. Scott was everything she’d ever dreamed of—gentle when she needed him to be, demanding other times, for just the same reason.
He knelt in front of her, his hands on the top of her thighs and his stare intense and locked on her eyes.
It was time to tell him the truth, but once again, before she could, his passionate moves muted her. The latest was the removal of the rest of her clothing, including her panties, which were now the only thing on her, though at her ankles instead of covering her pussy.
Forcing her eyes to remain open, she glanced at the man mere inches from her most intimate flesh.
“That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” His awestruck words seemed genuine to her. He leaned down, moving his face closer, closer, closer until she could feel his hot, manly breath skate across her damp mound and blast into her clit. Violent tension welled up inside her until she had to bite her lip and grip the armrests of her chair to keep from screaming.
“God, you smell so good,” he said and then painted her abdomen with kisses.
Here. There. Everywhere.
A new bout of shivers, more intense and powerful than any of the earlier ones, rolled through her as his thick, manly lips continued working her over but never moving lower, where she needed them most. He squeezed her thighs, and crazed urges took hold of all of her. She tried to widen her legs in an attempt to invite him down, but he held her in place.
“No you don’t, baby. I’m running this show.”
She was unable to hold back any longer. “Please, Scott. I can’t take much more.”
“Since you said ‘please,’ I think you’ve earned your reward.” Scott removed her panties. Then he lifted her legs until they were over his shoulders and his head was settled right between them. When his tongue traced through her folds, new moisture saturated her pussy.
More kisses landed on her. One after another. When she felt Scott’s thumb on her clit, she nearly came out of her seat. When he pressed the sensitive bundle of nerves, her hands, which had been clutching the armrests, shot up to his shoulders and neck. Mad with passion, she spread her legs even wider, wanting to feel everything Scott had to offer. Everything.
Over and over he licked and sucked and pressed her sex, raising her temperature, her hunger, her need for release. She trusted him to get her there.
When he pushed a finger into her pussy while capturing her clit with his lips, Megan thought she might actually pass out. Every inch of her body was vibrating with sensations. This was an orgasm—a real, bona fide, undeniable, overwhelming orgasm.
Scott continued lapping up her juices, and then he sent another finger deep into her pussy, which clenched hard around them, adding to the ride of release. She squeezed S
cott’s head with her thighs, pressing them together like a vise. She never wanted this to end, Scott’s mouth and fingers working over her sex in ways she’d never imagined.
She was finding it hard to breathe into the explosive pleasure detonating inside her.
“Drown me, baby. I want all your sweet cream.”
His lusty words added to the inferno she was feeling. It went on and on. In her current state of release, she had no sense of time or space. She floated in a warm space in her mind. Satiated, her trembles began to back down slightly.
If this was what oral sex was like, she couldn’t even imagine what intercourse would be. She was ready, ready to be taken, to give to Scott something she would never be able to give again.
Abruptly the plane shook, startling her. Scott leaned back but kept his hands on her thighs.
The pilot’s voice came over the speakers. “Sorry about that. It’s going to be bumpy the rest of the way. I’d recommend you fasten your seat belts.”
Scott smiled at her. He stood up, allowing her a perfect view of him. The outline of his massive cock was clearly visible in his jeans. She gulped at the size of the thing.
He clicked the intercom. “Thanks, Colton.” His naked chest glistened as he grabbed her top. “You enjoyed yourself?”
“Yes,” she said, suddenly nervous again. She enveloped her chest with her arms and lessened the view of her pussy as much as she could by squeezing her legs together. Her panties were at her feet and would’ve been better at covering her pussy, but she didn’t have the courage to reach down and pull them on—not with Scott’s hot stare on her.
She lowered her eyes to her knees, feeling the shivers again in her body.
“Look at me, Megan.”
Trembling, she lifted her gaze back to him.
“My God, you are so beautiful.” He leaned down and melded their mouths together once again. She felt one of his hands on the back of her head and the other on the curve in her waist, both pulling her closer into him.
Instinctively, she moved her arms off her breasts and to Scott. As her fingertips touched his hard flesh and he deepened his kiss, her heart surrendered to the man who had given her pleasure—her first sexual experience beyond masturbation. They might not have gone all the way, but it was farther down the road then she’d ever been, that was for sure.