by Tessa Layne
“You’re okay. I promise.” After a beat, his eyes crinkle. “Do you like pinching? Because I’ll pinch and lick your gorgeous nipples until you’re ready to come.”
I don’t know if I like pinching, but the way he describes it sounds so good, I’ll try anything. “People can come just from that?”
“Do you want to find out?”
I nod. “Fuck, yes.”
His eyes crinkle further. “Good girl.”
The plane jerks again, but this time, it doesn’t terrify me. I’m too caught up in the fantasy he’s weaving around us. “What about me? Do I get to taste you? Lick your abs and take your cock in my mouth?”
He makes a noise that’s closer to a growl. “Such a sweet, dirty mouth. You can taste all you want. I want to spread my come all over those pretty pink lips of yours.”
The vision of his come-slick cock sliding over my lips sends a jolt of electricity straight to my clit. I squirm in my seat, rolling my hips and clenching my thighs to give my pussy any kind of friction. I’m really getting into this, and the longer I stare into his eyes, the less control I have over what’s coming out of my mouth. “I want to run my hands along your hard thighs, squeeze your ass while you fuck me.”
“I want to feel your soft thighs clenching around my head as I taste you.”
“I will swallow you whole.”
His body tenses, and I can smell the desire coming off him in waves. “I will lick your pretty little cunt until you come so hard you can’t see,” he rasps.
I grin. “I like that.”
He grins back. “I do, too.”
My body is on fire, burning up from within. “I feel like I could come in about thirty seconds.”
“Me, too.”
It’s too risky to touch him. With my luck, someone would turn around just as I stroked his cock, and with the enormous armrest between us, discreet snuggling is out of the question. “Have you ever done it on a plane?”
His eyes light with hunger. “Only my own.”
Of course, he has. What a dumbass question.
But then he follows it up. “Are you saying you’d risk a little sneaky time?”
The question hangs between us. I bite down on my lower lip, imagining his hands on me, his cock in me. “Tell me you have a condom in your carry-on.” The smile in his eyes gives me the answer I want. “I would sneak around anywhere with you, Mason Carter.”
“I like how you say my name,” he rumbles, leaning forward to lightly kiss me. He teases me with his mouth, barely touching mine, then pulling back to nuzzle my neck. “Are you sure you’re up for the risk?”
I like that he offers me the out. Maybe he’s an asshole outside of an airport lounge or a plane, but it’s going to take a lot to convince me that the man isn’t a gooey marshmallow on the inside — which makes me want him that much more. “Do I sound like a broken record if I tell you you’re being sweet again?”
He makes a grumble in this throat. “Just because I’m not a douchebag doesn’t mean I’m a fucking fluffy bunny.”
Fluffy bunny. I snort. I can’t help it. My laugh is obnoxious, and I’m trying to be quiet, which is just… painful.
“What the hell was that?” he asks, clearly amused.
“Me trying not to laugh.” I wink at him and give him my sauciest look. “I’ll pet the fluffy bunny.”
He rolls his eyes, but his mouth is twitching up. “My dick is not a fucking bunny.”
“What is it then?”
“I am not anthropomorphizing my dick.”
I stick out my lower lip in a pout. “Fine. But you’re still sweet.”
He leans in and nips my earlobe. “I think you’re stalling,” he says in that low sexy way that makes my womb quiver.
“Bring it, hotshot.”
Chapter Five
Mason
P art of me can’t believe I’m about to sneak into an airplane lavatory. I think the last time I tried this I must have been a freshman in college. The other part of me is as horny as that college freshman. All I can say is thank fuck first class lavatories have four extra square feet. Also, thank fuck the lavatory is right behind us and a curtain separates our bathroom from coach. It will be a little less obvious we’re in there fucking like rabbits.
I lean in close. “As soon as the seatbelt sign comes off, you get up. Wait two minutes, then open the door.”
Her eyes sparkle with a wicked light. “What do we do in the meantime?”
“Tell me a secret you’ve never told anyone.”
“Only if you do the same.”
I hesitate, but only for a moment. Then I nod. “Okay, you first.”
A slow smile spreads across her face, and her eyelashes drop to brush her cheeks. She bites her lower lip, cheeks growing dusky. “Do you remember when we met? At Blake Sinclaire’s wedding?”
“How could I forget? You were wearing a strapless dress the color of a sunset, and black and gold boots.”
She screws up her face, thinking, then brightens. “You remember that?”
My voice drops. “I remember everything about you, Luci.”
“You do?”
I nod.
Her cheeks burn bright. “Wow,” she says more to herself. “Just… wow.” She takes a shallow breath, cheeks going a shade darker, and she bites down on that sweet, plump lip again. “So, after we met… you might have become my go-to fantasy… you know… when I needed…” She risks a glance my direction. Her eyes sharpen. “When I masturbate,” she says boldly, before dropping her gaze, face pinker than her sweater.
Fuck. Me.
Not only is that the hottest thing I’ve ever heard come from a woman’s mouth, but my cock is instantly on board with fulfilling whatever fantasy she’s concocted inside her pretty head. Jeezus. The seatbelt sign can’t turn off fast enough.
I clear my throat, not nearly as worried about disclosing my secret, now that she’s shared hers. “I’ve had a crush on you since we met.”
Her eyes snap to mine, wide with disbelief. “Are you shitting me?”
“Scout’s honor.”
She covers her mouth and a cascade of giggles. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“It’s… complicated.”
She rolls her eyes, making a scoffing noise in the back of her throat. “Lemme guess, something about not screwing around because of your foundation?”
“Something like that.”
“But we’re not in Prairie,” we both say at the same time, then lean back into our chairs with a smile. I take her hand again. “So.”
“So,” she echoes quietly.
“This is a surprising turn of events.”
She quirks a smile. “It’s serendipitous.”
“Except for the part where you’re leaving on Thursday.”
Her mouth pulls down. “See? You should have said something. It would have altered our paths.”
“It still could,” I say, bringing her hand to my mouth and pressing a kiss to the back of her hand.
“You really think you can convince me to change course in twenty-four hours?”
“I know I can.”
Chapter Six
Luci
A s soon as the seatbelt sign turns off, I rise, stepping around Mason with a wink, and a flick of my brows. Adrenaline has set my heart racing, anticipation of Mason’s hands on me is making my body hypersensitive. I know this is just a taste of what’s to come later, but already my clothes feel too confining, my skin hot for the feel of him.
I lock myself in, then count to one-hundred-twenty, all the while, praying A) that we don’t get caught, and B) that the captain’s right about being out of the turbulence. I unlock the door, and Mason’s there, pushing in, crowding me against the tiny counter. The lock turns with a snick, and his mouth is on me, tongue demanding entry, hands slipping under my sweater. I melt into him, taking everything he has to offer, reveling in the feel of his hard body pressed against me, the sheer masculine taste of him. The edge of the cou
nter presses sharply into my lower back but I feel no pain, only the heady sensation of his kiss, and the responding ache in my pussy. I moan into his mouth, and he answers with an equally hungry sound.
We’re panting when we part, the sound of our ragged breaths echoing in the tiny space. He takes my hand and places it on the bulge in his slacks. “See what you do to me?”
I press into his rigid length, giving him a squeeze. I’m still not sure how we’re going to accomplish this, but I’m too far gone to think clearly. “I want you inside me,” I whisper.
He cups my face in his hands and gives me another searing kiss that arrows straight into my soul. I’ve never been kissed like this, with such feeling. My skin is on fire, I feel feverish, like I’m combusting from within, yet all I can focus on is his mouth, his tongue, the possessive way he kisses me that fills some need buried deep within me. I could kiss him forever, but we don’t have time, and my body is too hungry for more to prolong the waiting. He rucks up my skirt, bunching it around my hips, hands skimming over my thighs, my ass, slipping inside my panties. “So wet,” he murmurs as his fingers tease my pussy, lightly dancing back and forth across my slick folds.
It’s sweet relief when he slips a finger inside me, thumb strumming my clit. I bite down on my lip to keep from crying out when he slips a second finger inside. I feel so full of him, yet I still want more. His fingers move, sending mind-blowing sensations rippling through my body. He covers my mouth with his as I gasp, then rock into his hands. I’m so close to coming. The sensations he unleashes are utterly foreign — my orgasm is coming from a place so deep within me I didn’t know it was there. It coils and rears up like a cobra snake, then strikes with equal ferocity.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against my mouth as I gasp and shudder, fighting the urge to moan. “Let go, you’re gorgeous like this,” he murmurs, along with a myriad of other filth, promising to fill me with his cock and make me come again. I’m powerless in the best kind of way, blissed-out and floating in a sea of euphoria. But he doesn’t let me come down from the high he’s just given me. I dimly register the jangle of his belt buckle, the tear of a condom wrapper.
“Wait,” I say, reaching for him. “I want to feel you first.”
My body is still over sensitized, buzzing from the orgasm that nearly wrecked me, but I’m still present enough I want to give him something in return. I slide a hand down the soft fur below his bellybutton. It’s the perfect amount — just enough to tickle my palm, not so fuzzy it’s a carpet. His cock… is enormous. Heavy and long, jutting between us, the tip glistening with pre-come. My pussy aches for it. And even though I’m flying high, I can feel the throbbing again, the building of tension, the need. I take him in my hand, and slide up his length. He’s so thick my fingers don’t meet. “There’s so much I want to do to you,” I murmur.
“I know, me too,” he says through clenched teeth. “We don’t have room, or time.”
I love that my touch makes him almost lose it. His body is tense, taut and quivering. It makes me want to take a breath. I slip my hand lower to cup his balls. They lie heavy and hard in my hand, and I pull my fingers along the sensitive spot at the back, pressing into the soft skin. He bites my shoulder with a barely contained groan. “Jesusmotherfucker,” he rasps. “Put that condom on so I can fill up your hot pussy.” He presses the wrapper into my hand.
I pull it out with a quiet giggle and slowly slip it over his engorged head. “Next time, I’m making you wait for it,” I promise, only to be answered with a growl. He hooks a hand under my thigh, pauses briefly at my entrance as his eyes seek mine. I can’t look away, his eyes are feral, hungry. He is a wolf and I am his prey. He drives into me, filling me, stretching me. It takes my breath away.
“So hot, so tight,” he grits, eyes not leaving mine.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. “Don’t move,” I gasp. “I want to remember this, how full I feel,” I whisper, clenching around him. He takes my mouth with a ferocity that drives me higher, his tongue thrusting against mine as our bodies remain locked tight. Our hips begin to move, little micro rolls, because we can’t not. The scent of sex hits my nose. The sound of our gasps, our harsh breathing, bounces off the walls, surrounding us. There’s nothing but the slaps and sucks of our fucking. The depraved, animal sound of it is enough to haul me right back to the brink.
His hands find my ass and squeeze, which apparently is my jam, because I start to shake all over. “When we get back to my place,” he says, thrusting into me, hard. “I’m going to lay you out on my bed and fuck you properly.” He punctuates his promise with another deep thrust that has me swallowing a groan and biting down on my lip. “I’m going to suck on your tits while I finger your tight little cunt, then feast on you until you come over, and over again.”
“God, Mason,” I hiss. “I’m so close.” His filthy words are too much for me, and another orgasm tears through me, he thrusts rapidly, carrying me through it, then driving deep with a low guttural groan as he empties himself. For once, I wish there was no condom, no barrier, that this primal passion between us ended with him spilling his come deep inside me. Fuck. What’s come over me? I collapse against him, gasping for air as I slowly come back to earth. He strokes my back, whispering how perfect I am, how amazing, until I raise my head with a loopy smile.
He grins back. “Mind. Blown.” He kisses me again, before stepping back and disposing of the condom. The flush of the toilet is jarring after more… organic sounds. “I’m going to slip out. Count to thirty and flush again.” He leaves me with a final searing kiss, and I lock the door behind him. I catch my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks are flushed, lips puffy from his kisses, eyes bright. I look thoroughly fucked. Hopefully everyone in first class has their nose in a device. I put myself back together, flush and slip out the door, feeling as giddy and delinquent as a teenager. I slip back into my seat and Mason looks over at me with the funniest light in his eye. “You okay?”
My body’s still humming from the back-to-back orgasms. I nod, heat creeping into my face again. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
“Me either,” he admits with a sheepish grin. “Any regrets?”
“None.” I lean in wanting to make sure no one can hear our conversation. “I’m surprised and delighted by your filthy sailor mouth.”
“Same,” he teases back with a sparkle in his eye. “At least I have an excuse.”
“What? Are you a sailor?” I ask with disbelief.
“Close enough. I row crew.”
“Of course you do. You’re a pretty boy through and through.”
“Why, because I picked a sport that uses muscles and brains?” He flexes a little. It’s cute, really, the way he’s showing off.
“I don’t think it takes brains to pull and oar.”
He acknowledges my point with a nod. “Since we have someone pacing us, it frees up our minds for important thinking.”
I snort. “If you say so.” But my curiosity is piqued. “Why did you pick crew?”
His face pulls tight, then relaxes. “I’d planned on going to an Ivy. Yale.”
“Why didn’t you?” I vaguely remember he’s a K-State grad like Blake Sinclaire.
“I got busted at a party spring of my senior year, but since I was eighteen, it went on my record. Yale asked for a drug test, which I failed.”
“Ouch.”
“My parents were beyond pissed, and told me I had to work my way back into their good graces. They told me college was on me, and that before I received any inheritance or asked them to invest in a business venture, I had to clean up my act. It sucked, but it was the best thing that ever happened to me. Blake and I were roommates freshman year, and the rest, as they say, is history.”
I swallow. “Wow. Just. Wow. My family was too protective of me. There was no rebelling in my teenage years.”
“What about now?”
“This is rebelling. My parents are going to flip when I tell them I’m
packing up and heading off to Mexico.”
“If, you go,” Mason corrects. “My twenty-four hours haven’t started. You have to give me a fair shake.”
After the orgasms he just delivered? I’ll give him more than a fair shake. “What if I stay?” I ask, heart thrumming in my chest.
He gives me a measured look, as if deciding how much to say, and then smiles enigmatically. “That will be another adventure entirely, won’t it?”
My stomach flip-flops. Suddenly, a future in Mexico isn’t looking quite as rosy as the future right in front of me.
Chapter Seven
Mason
F alling for Luci is the last thing I should be doing, but I can’t help it. Maybe it’s because I’ve seen firsthand how happy Blake and his brothers are as married men with children. I’d be the first one on the crew team to take the plunge, but I’m also older, and god knows how many lonely nights I’ve spent in my penthouse eating takeout and going over the day’s numbers. That’s not a life I want to lead indefinitely. Luci’s smart, adventurous, goal-driven. And I like that she’s not impressed by me, that she’s not afraid to tease me. And I love, love, love seeing the wheels turn in her head as she considers what the adventure of staying in Kansas City would look like. It’s too soon to add with me, but if she stays, I have every intention of making sure she knows she’s adored, respected, and appreciated.
She covers a yawn. “Sleepy?” I ask.
A dreamy smile lights up her face. “I’m in need of a post-coital nap.”
I let her settle against my shoulder. “If it’s all right with you, I’ll get a little work done while you sleep. We should be on the ground in an hour.”
“Mmm. Then what?” she murmurs, eyes already shut.
“More surprises.” I reach for my laptop. “And at least four more orgasms.”
Her mouth twitches up. “I like that,” she says, sleep nearly upon her.
I like it, too. There’s so much between us to explore. How in the hell am I going to squeeze it all into twenty-four hours? Hell, I could make sweet love to her for twenty-four hours straight, and we’d still just be scratching the surface. How can I get her to imagine a future for herself here? One that includes me? My thoughts turn to our earlier conversation.