by Claire Adams
“I really hate flying.” Molly reached out and took my hand as the door to the plane closed, and it started to move backward.
“Well, don’t. This plane is made for high class, and the pilots are the best in the world. Just lay back and relax. We’ll be there before we know it.”
“Okay, but talk to me about something. Keep my mind off of it all.” She glanced over, her eyes wide and the vein on the side of her neck pulsing like crazy.
I chuckled and squeezed her hand before releasing her. The drinks showed up, and I dove into a long spill, explaining what was going on with the marketing for our new Zenith project.
“Wow. That sounds revolutionary, Alfie. It’s going to allow you to talk wirelessly and see a projected hologram of the person you’re talking to?”
“Yep.” I nodded, feeling pretty damn good from her intrigue. I found myself wanting to impress the pretty girl, no matter what it took. “And I believe that we really need to use one target audience to sell it to.”
“Of course. That’s how you sell things. Target one group and focus on them, and then let them sell it to the world.”
My heart skipped a beat. It was as if she pulled the words from my conversation the previous week with Bill. “Exactly! Jeez. You’d think it was a hard concept with the way Bill and them have been acting this last week.”
“Bill is one of your marketing guys?”
“Yes.” I nodded and finished my wine as the warmth of the liquor filled my stomach.
“I think you should honestly focus on the millennials, Alfie. They’re the perfect group to hone in on. Get influencers involved, and perhaps you could do a series of commercials and billboard ads with them in amazement or shock. It could almost be linked to the entertainment industry. Like to Star Wars or something. It’s a brand that’s spanned generation after generation. You’d bring in the older generations because of the memories they have about the movies as kids.” She was beaming, and I was three steps beyond turned on.
The fact that she was intensely obedient in the bedroom and one of the most beautiful creatures I’d ever seen was more than enough. Throwing in how fucking brilliant she was wasn’t helping my plans of letting her go. I could see her quickly becoming not only part of my life, but part of my company as well.
“I love it. It’s brilliant.” I smiled and brushed my fingers over my lips. “I kept trying to think through a way to bridge the gap, but you did it in three minutes flat.” I reached over and took her hand, pulling it up to my lips and kissing her knuckles softly. “Fuck, woman. Be careful.”
“Why?” She breathed heavily as her eyes moved down to my lips.
“Lest I fall in love with you.” I licked at the space between her knuckles, and she moaned softly.
“How private is this plane?” She glanced up toward the front of the plane.
The attendant must have noticed Molly looking up toward them because she stood and walked back to us. “Anything else I can get you?”
I lifted my wine glass to her. “No, just some privacy. Please close the main cabin privacy screen. We’ll be good until we get to New York. Or better yet…give me the bottle of wine and then close it.”
Molly pulled her hand from mine and unbuckled her seat belt. The sharp rising and falling of her chest had her breasts bouncing a little, and that was all it took. I might not have had time to give her a proper dicking that morning, but she was sure as fuck getting it now.
She was so far beyond anything I’d imagined, and the things she’d let me do to her over the last few weeks were mind blowing. She was a lady in the streets and a slut in my bed.
Only my bed.
“Here you go, sir.” The attendant gave us a shy smile and closed the door. That’s all we needed. She was mine. I just had to figure out how the fuck to keep her forever.
Chapter Twenty
Molly
The second the attendant closed the door, my heart leaped to the top of my throat to beat there. Alfie loosened the tie around his neck with a grin that made my knees feel weak.
“Private enough for you?” he questioned, huskily.
“Private enough,” I said thickly and tried to control the trembling in my hands when I reached up to undo the buttons of my blouse. “I get the feeling that you have done this before in your airplane.”
“I haven’t,” Alfie said, matter-of-factly. “I haven’t done anything like this in a long time, believe it or not.”
He tossed his tie into the seat in front of us. My breath caught in my throat when he leaned down on his knees between my legs, nudging them apart so he sat comfortably between them. His hands smoothed down the inside of my thighs, squeezing softly.
I leaned forward to kiss him, but I was stopped short when Alfie placed a hand on my shoulder. He grinned at the confused look I gave him before nudging me to lay back on the small couch.
“What are you—”
“Don’t question it,” he murmured. “Just relax and enjoy this.”
He couldn’t possibly mean what I thought he meant. I couldn’t breathe as Alfie’s hands gripped my thighs and jerked, pulling me down a little more. He scooted me to the edge of the couch without batting an eyelash before pressing a kiss to the inside of my thigh.
He did mean it.
Nerves crashed over me as Alfie’s hot lips trailed up the inside of my thigh without any of indication of stopping. I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to. I felt even more exposed than before, but the thrill of it only enhanced the arousal I could feel coating the inside of my thighs.
“Try to keep quiet,” Alfie said and glanced up with a smile. “And come when I tell you to. Not before and not after.”
He didn’t give me a chance to respond. His head ducked between my legs smoothly before a wet tongue pressed up against my pussy. Liquid pleasure shot through my veins. Alfie’s mouth was steady and without mercy as he sucked and licked me until keeping quiet proved to be a challenge.
Sweat beaded along the back of my neck as my fingers threaded through Alfie’s hair to keep myself grounded in reality. It seemed impossible that this man could make me feel so much pleasure without much effort on his part, but he did. He did it without even trying. His quiet and dominant confidence was something that I craved.
The steady rhythm of his tongue and mouth against me intimately brought me closer to that pinnacle I longed to reach. The muscles in my lower stomach clenched in preparation for it, but Alfie lifted his head abruptly to grin at me when I groaned in disappointment.
“Not yet. I want more of you.” He watched me as he ran his fingers down my slit, dipping them into me. I lifted my hips and moaned as white hot passion surged deep in my stomach again. “Such a naughty girl, love.”
“Only for you,” I moaned and gripped the seat handles. “Taste me again. Take me over.”
He smiled, owning me far more than he knew. “So bossy.”
“Needy. There’s a difference.” I opened my legs wider, and he moved in, sucking and licking at my wet flesh as his finger drove into me at a steady pace.
“Come, Molly. Let yourself go for me.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I moaned loudly and rocked against him, letting every deep desire flood forth. My body clenched, and delicious electricity sparked in my stomach and raced out to coat me in ecstasy.
“So good,” I whimpered and reached out to touch the side of his face after he stopped lapping at my mound.
“I’d agree.” He moved back to his seat and let out a long sigh. “God, you’re almost too much for me.”
“I don’t think so.” I pulled my bra off and moved in between his legs, working on his slacks. “My turn.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” He lifted up, and I tugged his trousers and slacks down off his thighs. His erection was thick and proud. It bobbed backward and hit him in the stomach, the meaty head of it covered in pre-cum.
I growled low in my chest and reached up to stroke him. He moaned and lifted his hips, turning
me on even further, as if that were possible. I moved in and rolled my tongue around the tip of his dick before pulling him into my mouth in long, slow sucks.
He cupped the side of my neck, his fingers pressing into the base of my head as he helped set our rhythm. I’d move back a little, and he pulled me back down, forcing a few more inches of his cock into my mouth.
I gagged and pulled back to see his eyes roll back in his head. He bit his lip and moaned loudly as he panted. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Good. Then keep watching.” I took him in my hand and worked his thick shaft with my fingers and tongue until he stiffened, right on the edge of orgasm. Being cheeky might not have been my best bet. I moved back. “Not until I say you can come.”
“That’s not how it works, lass.” He pulled me back down and fucked himself over the edge, filling me with his hot seed and forcing me to realize who was in charge. My body pulsed at the dominant way he took over and reminded me that he held the reigns.
Never in my life had I let anyone control me, but I had a funny feeling that I’d let him anytime he wanted to, in any way that he wanted to.
“Oh, Molly.” He gripped my hands as he leaned back.
“You’re so sexy, Alfie. Make love to me one more time before we part ways for a while?” I stood and wiped at my mouth.
“Can I fuck you today? Just consider it making love with a little bit more aggression.” He glanced up at me, the question asked in earnest.
“I’d love it.”
He reached down and grabbed his slacks, pulling a rubber from them. “I was hoping today would end up with us naked and sweaty together. I planned for the best for sure.”
I laughed and watched him slid the thick purple condom over his swollen shaft. “I had a condom in my purse just in case you forgot yours.”
“Naughty. I love it.” He reached up and urged me to turn around before pulling me into his lap, my back to his chest. “Fuck me real slow. I’ll help lift you up.”
I moaned as he pressed into me, spreading my body open and forcing me to take one thick inch at a time. I gripped the armrests on his seat and rolled my hips, massaging my way down his cock.
His deep grunts combined with the smell of sex in the air already had me inching toward orgasm again. He reached between my thighs and tapped on my clit as I hit home, our bodies pressed together.
I cried out and bucked against him, losing myself to the delicious wave of pleasure provided by my next orgasm.
“Oh, yeah. Ride me, Molly. Let me see what’s trapped inside of you, beauty.” He lifted me up and pulled me back down, forcing me to stroke the full length of his dick with each thrust. We were both panting as we neared a shared orgasm.
The plane hit a bump, and I ignored it, not caring if the fucker was going down in flames. I was right where I wanted to be, and I wasn’t going anywhere.
He lifted up and met me stroke for stroke until we tumbled over the edge of ecstasy together, both of us moaning and trusting in an effort to find our own pleasure and yet triple it for our partner.
I collapsed against him and turned my face up a little so I could see him. “Brilliant. That was insanely brilliant.”
He laughed and cupped my chin, leaning down to kiss me deeply as his thick cock twitched inside of me. “I’m pretty sure that’s my line, love. You turning British on me?”
“Only if it means I get more of you.” I kissed him again and closed my eyes. How naughty was it to fuck on an airplane thirty-thousand feet in the sky?
I wasn’t sure of the rules of the universe, but my own sense of morality said it wasn’t what a good girl would do. Not that I cared.
I’d hung up my good girl badge the day I walked away from the altar.
*
“All right. So, have a good time with Peyton and call me.” Alfie pulled me close as we stood at the bottom of the plane. I had to head one way to get to the belly of the airport and find Peyton, and he was going to a limo parked just behind us.
“I will. I want to see you while you’re here. Before you go back to London.” I slid my hands around his waist and lifted up to brush my lips against his.
“I’d like that.” He kissed me deeply, rubbing his hands up and down my back before squeezing the top curve of my ass. “Don’t forget about me.”
“Never.” I kissed him and moved back. “Thank you, Alfie. For everything.”
“I could say the same to you, lass.” He winked and turned to walk toward his car.
I hesitated, my heart breaking at the sight of him walking away. It didn’t have to be like that, right? We could just simply be together. I turned and walked toward the airport, pausing only to glance back once.
He waved as he drove off, and I couldn’t help but hoping that it wasn’t really goodbye.
I honestly couldn’t handle even the thought of it.
I wasn’t a Brit, but I belonged to one.
Chapter Twenty-One
Alfie
The lights to Logan’s town house were a welcoming sight when the cab pulled up the curb in front of the front pathway. I let out a relieved breath just seeing it as I pulled out money to hand over to the driver. I hadn’t realized just how badly I needed a break from life.
The town house was on the outskirts of mainstream life. Certainly not the luxurious and ritzy part of the city, but it felt safe and serene compared to the hustle of the inner city. I loosened my tie as the driver of the cab helped pull out my bags from the trunk before exchanging a polite goodbye with me. I stood on the curb while listening to the quiet murmur of distant conversation in the warm evening air along with the click of sprinklers.
Late spring in the States felt warm compared to spring in Devon. Sweat gathered at the back of my neck as I gathered my bags to head up the pathway to the front porch and door. After knocking on the door, I took a step back to wait as footsteps from inside approached quickly. The door opened a moment later, and Logan clapped his hands.
“Yes! I was hoping you would hurry your old ass up.”
I laughed. “I could only go so fast, and if I’m old, then you’re ancient.”
He grinned happily at me before sweeping me up into a hearty embrace that I returned just as eagerly. It felt comforting to know that I still had one friend in my life who hadn’t changed into a complete stranger.
“Good to see you, mate,” Logan said, and let go of me to grab two of my bags on the front porch. “Come inside. I just ordered some takeout from a restaurant in the city that I think you’d enjoy.”
I followed Logan inside into the crammed hallway. Setting my bags down on the floor, I glanced around the small but impressive town home with hardwood floors and freshly painted walls.
“It looks good in here,” I said, taking in the nice furniture in the living room. “I’m glad this house worked out for you.”
“It’s nothing fancy,” Logan said. “I bought it on a foreclosure as I was telling you on the phone. It needed some fixing up. It still does in various areas, but it’s better than paying out the ass for one of those apartments in the city. Plus, the noise is insane down there. It doesn’t matter what time of night it is, there are people every-fucking-where.”
“No doubt. I rented one for a few months a couple of years ago. It made a dent in my bank account just to live there for three months.” I ran my fingers through my hair. “I don’t remember the noise, but I lived at the office during that time. Taking the company public was a great choice, but I still have nightmares about the amount of work I put into it.”
“I imagine, dude. I’m thinking that the rent down there made a dent in mine worse than yours. You got a little more to play with.” He gave me a cheeky grin.
“Perhaps.” I shrugged and returned the grin. Of all the people in the world, Logan was the one I could simply be myself in front of. My father had been cut from the same cloth: accepting, loving, and supportive. I was beyond grateful for Logan seeing that Dad was gone now.
Logan chuckled as he moti
oned for me to follow him into the kitchen at the back of the townhouse. It overlooked a small yard with a thriving garden planted along the fence line. “Come on, man. Take a load off.”
I leaned over the window sill and let my eyes run along the perfectly lined rows. “Are you growing weed again?”
He snorted. “No, asshat. I’m growing vegetables. I decided cleaning up my diet was way better than getting high and trying to forget I was getting fat and still not hooked up with a good woman.”
My turn to laugh. “You’re not married because you choose not to be. You’re a great guy.” I accepted a tall beer when Logan offered one. I took a long sip, letting the cool barley and foam soothe my dry throat.
He wagged his eyebrows at me. “Are you hitting on me?”
“You wish.” I sat down at the table and took another sip of the lager. It was beyond delicious, exactly what I needed after my long day. “Tell me, mate. How many years has it been since we’ve seen each other?”
“A few years, man. Too long if you ask me,” Logan said, taking a sip of his own as well.
“Agreed, but specifically. Has it been two years?” I found it a little disturbing that it had been so long. Logan was the kind of friend I could get together with no matter how long we’d been apart, and it was like we’d seen each other for the last time the day before. I was lucky, and I knew it.
“The last time I was in London maybe. I wasn’t in the city the last time you were in the States on business.” He shrugged and drank deeply from his beer before setting it down. “You have to tell me the full deal on Harry’s wedding and this new girl who seems to be creeping into your life.”
Warmth rushed up my neck to coat my cheeks. The last thing I wanted was for Logan to judge me for falling for Molly. Or maybe it was the sleeping with Molly part. Something had me on edge about all of it.
I shrugged. “I told you that Harry has turned into a complete asshole. I’m not sure when it happened as we’ve not really stayed in contact over the years, but somewhere along the way, he decided that cheating on his fiancée was a good idea.”