One Night Bride

by Sarah J. Brooks

  I looked at him, took a deep breath, and closed my eyes … and just as I was about to say something, his arms encircled me.

  “You’re not a whore, Arcadia. I’m not going to treat you like one. If you’d like to make love to me after breakfast, I’d love it. If you want to see Avengers or the Notebook instead, I’m good with that too. You’re my wife; I want to have you on that bed, the floor, in the cockpit, but I’m giving you a choice … at least I’m trying.”

  I kissed his cheek. “I’d like to make love after breakfast, Mr. Saint.” I flashed him a smoldering look and brushed my hand across his stomach, which he grabbed and kissed.

  “You look good enough to eat, so I wouldn’t get too close to BLMD, he’s hungry,” Xavier rasped in a deep throaty tone, dripping with sexual tension.

  A nervous laugh escaped my lips. “Let’s eat then.”

  “Good plan.” Xavier was funny; he was trying to be cool and light-hearted, which often seemed more like a sexually repressed control freak.

  We ate a delicious array of food, fresh fruit, pastries, eggs, bacon, sausage. I tried not to stuff myself, but I was hungry, and the food was the best I’d had in days. In the main cabin there was light music playing, and as we sat down to our seats, the captain’s voice came over the speakers.

  “Welcome aboard, Ms. McGinty and Mr. Saint, we hope you enjoy your flight with us. I kindly ask that you wear your seatbelts during takeoff and landing. We are next for takeoff, and I anticipate our departure time to be in five minutes. Please enjoy your flight and contact the attendant if you need anything.”

  Xavier leaned over to a small button on the wall and said, “Thank you, Captain Rudd.”

  You couldn’t slap the smile off my face as I ate one last piece of watermelon. “This is so crazy.” I shook my head.

  “No, crazy is riding on a bus for two days. This is fun,” he said taking another piece of watermelon and painting my lips with the juice.

  I stuck my tongue out and sucked it gently as Xavier nodded to my ear and whispered, “As soon as we are in the air, Mrs. Dean, you’re mine.”

  I felt wetness saturate my boxer briefs and bit the watermelon as he grabbed my pussy, checking to see if I was ready for him. He slipped one finger into the leg of my boxers and up to my dripping wet hole as the plane slowly started moving on the runway. A lip came up on the table automatically to keep the food from falling off it, and as we gained speed, he slipped a second finger in. As soon as we angled toward the sky on liftoff, he dove his fingers into me.

  “I’m going to fuck you silly,” he growled as he swirled a third finger in. I gritted my teeth at the added digit.

  The pressure of the plane’s ascent and the movement of his fingers created an intense and deeply personal arousal. The higher the plane went, the deeper his fingers dove. Massaging my clit with his thumb, he gently pulled his fingers out and pushed them in, over and over until I spilled myself in a subtle climax that gripped my entire being. I grabbed his wayward hand as I rode the tide of ecstasy. As soon as we were level in the air, his fingers stopped. I was dizzy and winded as he pulled them out of me and licked my arousal off of them. “Delicious.”

  I shuddered and crossed my eyes at the sight of him licking my wetness off of his fingers.

  He didn’t laugh, but I could see a twinkle in his eye. “Would you like some more?” he asked, his voice heady and dark.

  “Food?” I breathed, my skin still prickling with sensation, coming off my climax. “Not really.”

  He stood up and stretched his arms to the sky, his erection jutting right into my face. “Perhaps, something else then.” His hands came down, and he raked his wet fingers through my hair, scenting me with my own essence.

  I leaned in and kissed the tip of his dick over his jeans as my finger caressed the outline of his cock through the fabric. “I want this,” I poked his cock, playfully.

  “And this wants you.” He thrust himself forward, hitting my mouth with his stone hardness.

  I reached to unzip his jeans, but he stopped me. “There are cameras in this part of the plane, love. Perhaps we should take this someplace more private.” A flash of embarrassment rolled over me, and I must have flushed a thousand shades of red.

  He offered his hand, and I followed him to the bedroom.

  Chapter 21

  Xavier

  I loved her innocence. She wasn’t a virgin, and she’d been a good sport in accommodating my needs. I gave her a lot of credit for going along with my licentiousness, especially with as much as I’d wanted her body and because she had to grapple with my size. When I saw her ass in the air in Vegas, I’d pictured a sexual vixen. She was a free spirit and a lovely, playful person, but sexual vixen was a bit of a stretch for her. I wanted her to feel loved, so knowing there were cameras in the main cabin, I didn’t want her on display.

  The bedroom didn’t have cameras for that very reason. There were call buttons all over the room, but no cameras. The bedroom had many amenities offered specifically for this service. There was an alcohol cabinet with a variety of cocktail choices, a lingerie shelf which was filled with lingerie in Arcadia’s size. My favorite brand of condom was available in all of the drawers as well as brand new sex toys still wrapped in plastic. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to get Arcadia to try any of the toys they had on offer, but perhaps she’d try one. I had a favorite I really wanted her to experience if she was up for it.

  She was already flying on the high of her climax, so I led her to the bedroom and lifted her beautiful red dress over her head. I wanted to be more sensual about it, but I didn’t have the patience, I had to get my cock in her as fast as I could. I laid her on the bed and stripped her of her wet boxers, the dampness staining the fabric dark. She cringed seeing the wet spot her arousal had created.

  “Oh yuck.” She covered her face and shook her head. “It looks like I peed my pants,” she commented.

  “It looks like you like me,” I teased, tossing them to the ground and jumping onto the bed next to her.

  I flipped on my back and wiggled out of my jeans, grabbing my shorts on their way down. My angry cock sprang to life looking more engorged and ready than I’d remembered seeing it. I left my shirt on to save time. I bent over and kissed Arcadia’s sweet mouth and fucked her with my tongue, simulating sex in her mouth. This made her writhe and undulate beside me. When she came up for air, her hand gently caressed my face.

  “I’m not going anywhere.” She kissed my lips. “We’re a million miles up in the sky; you can take your time.”

  I laughed. “You bring out the beast in me, Arcadia.” I let my hand course over her soft skin.

  “The beast indeed …” Her hand coursed down to my hard cock as her fingers coated the pre-cum dribbling out over my painfully swollen head.

  “Ugh,” I groaned. “Best you leave him alone if you want me to go slow.”

  It wasn’t a threat, but it felt like one. Her hand left my cock and smeared the cum over my chest hair, then reclaimed my mouth, softer and more gently than I had taken hers. Her watermelon infused tongue made tender, loving strokes. I pressed my cock into her belly and spread her ass cheeks wide, so I could finger her beautiful puckering hole.

  “What are you doing?” she broke our kiss to question, cautiously.

  Heat danced over my skin. “I thought we might play with some … toys.” I swallowed.

  “What kind of toys?” She sounded more like a scolding mother than a curious lover.

  “One’s that go in here,” I whispered, drifting my finger over the soft entrance to her ass. “It feels amazing.”

  “And you’ve played with these kinds of toys? So you know?” She sounded surprised.

  “Um … I’ve appreciated them on others.” I could tell she wasn’t really into the idea, so I reached to the chest of drawers next to the bed and pulled out a condom and a pink crystal butt plug.

  The plug was the smallest of the three offered. She looked at it and raised her eyeb
rows. “I have choices, right?”

  “Always,” I confirmed for her, hoping she’d play with me.

  She took the condom from my hand and opened it. “First, I will put this on you,” there was a sexy command to her voice, “and … regarding My Little Butt Plug in your other hand there, it’s going to be a pass. Thank you for thinking of me, but I’m not ready for a unicorn colored apparatus up my wazoo. Your finger is okay, but little miss butt plug has to go.” She smiled and winked at me.

  “Maybe another day?” I was hopeful.

  “Um … only if I can use one on you too. The day you’re ready for that is the day I am.”

  I think I loved her a little more for her challenge to me. “Challenge accepted … one day.” With that, I laid back on the bed and let my cock fly high. “I’m ready when you are,” I said as I anticipated her touch.

  Her fingers were soft and warm on my skin as they gently rolled the condom over my hungry cock. She let them tickle down to my balls as she lovingly scooped the heavy sacks up and gently rolled them in her palms.

  “What you do to me, Arcadia,” I barely breathed, “it’s indescribable.”

  She kissed the tip of my cock and pulled my legs up as she massaged my stomach and inner thighs. She then continued back down to my balls again, neglecting the one part of me that wanted her more than anything. She’d lightly touch my erection, then go back to massaging my balls, my inner thighs, my stomach. I almost came just with her light touch and gentle massaging. Sending me into a state of euphoria, her hands pressed my legs further apart, and I obliged.

  Then, without warning or conversation, she licked her finger and pressed it against the hole of my ass. I then understood what she meant about the sensation; it felt violating and exciting at the same time. It was forbidden and decadent, and yet it sparked a need in me so dire I almost begged her to fuck me with her finger.

  She played with my hole just the way I had with hers; however, she didn’t open me up lewdly as I did. When her finger slid inside of my ass, that was it, I almost shot my load without even having touched her. She coursed her finger in and out of me, slowly, and that was all I needed …

  “Someday,” I growled and hoisted her up from her ministrations. I couldn’t wait anymore. I brought her between my legs and positioned her on my chest.

  “What? You don’t want me to find a He-man butt plug in that little drawer of pleasures?” she teased. “I’ll wear one if you do.” Her eyes were sinister and full of desire.

  “No, I need you now!” I commanded but backed off some, “Please.”

  She kissed my lips and neck, bit my earlobe, kissed my shoulder, my clavicle, my nipples, my belly button, then ran her fingers through the hair on my chest. Then with torturous slowness, she mounted me, letting herself slip down lazily. My hands grabbed her hips to make her go faster, but she only held my hands and then dove forward, lifted them up and pinned them to the pillow beside my head, her beautiful breasts in my face.

  I took a hard suck on each one to alleviate the tension mounting in my cock. Like a ballerina, she danced up and down on me slowly, then faster and faster until I was begging again, “Let me take you,” as I tried to wiggle my arms free.

  Honestly, I could have thrown her off easily, but I loved her being in control, only I’d reached a fevered pitch, and I needed to regain the top. Her body let up one tiny inch, and that was all I needed. I rolled her over and slammed into home realizing I was going too fast again seeing the concerned look on her face. I slowed down and offered her gentle pulses in reconciliation for my hard thrusting. I pumped myself in and out of her in small blasts until I saw her face flush and recognized the telltale signs of the climax brewing within. I brought her legs up, so I could dive in deeper, yet still gentle as I angled her back into my lap. She wiggled herself on me, trying to find a comfortable spot.

  I could have stayed with her like that forever; I couldn’t get close enough. If I could have crawled right into her skin, I would have. My mouth claimed her again as I climaxed hard in her as she did the same, her pussy sucking at me hungrily as I shot a hard load into the condom. I pumped and pumped her until there was nothing left of me. We both fell onto the bed, exhausted.

  I stayed inside of her as long as I could, long after my thick cock had deflated. We just stayed next to each other, breathing hard, hands on each other’s bodies, touching, loving, caressing. Words being too much, I pulled out of her, and her face winced a little at the loss of me. I wanted to tell her I loved her, that she was a delight to my mind, body, and soul, but I didn’t share the words coursing through my head. I stayed silent, and so did she.

  I let my body talk for me as I cupped her breast and kissed it, my tongue arousing it into a hard little bud. My hand did the work on the other nipple. We were hot and smelled like sex; I always needed a shower after lovemaking, so I kissed her breast and got out of bed.

  “I need a shower; care to join me?” I asked, with my arm extended.

  “Oh, Xavier, I can’t possibly have any more playtime with your cock. Me and my pussy are completely finished for the day.” She smiled, tired and glowing.

  “Just a wash, love, I promise.”

  She eyed me wearily. “Just a wash,” she said getting out of bed.

  With that, we took a shower together. I made sure to soap and love every inch of her body, and she did the same for mine. When we were done, we both dressed in casual clothing and walked into the main cabin.

  “Would you like to see a movie, or use the internet? I know you’ve been off-grid longer than I have. I’m desperate to get back on the net; you must be going crazy,” I offered.

  “I am, but mostly because I’m worried about my friends. They must be so scared. And the police, maybe they’re looking for me.” I could see by the worried look on her face she was serious.

  “Which friend do you worry about the most?” I asked, hoping it wasn’t a male friend. While she may not have had a boyfriend, I was sure any man who was friends with Arcadia had a goal to become one constantly running in the back of his mind.

  “My friend Logan at the shop has to be so worried about me,” she said looking miserable.

  Fuck! It had to be a guy.

  “Do you think your father has gone to the police to look for you?” I wasn’t sure how to get a hold of this guy, Logan, and let him know she was okay. Suddenly, he was my enemy for simply being a he. She was right, though, someone had to know she was safe. I remember how worried I was about her, and I had only known her for less than a day at that point.

  “I doubt my dad has gone to the police; he wouldn’t. The people he associates with, some of them are on the police force. I’m sure they’re looking for me, but not officially.” It seemed she was growing sadder thinking of the consequences her bid for safety had brought about.

  “Well, would it be safe for someone in my company to contact Logan and let him know you’re alive, but are in a witness protection program of some sort, leave it vague?”

  I was sure my assistant wouldn’t mind; she loved true crime novels. She was enjoying this whole adventure. I’d only told her a few necessary details, mostly along the lines of asking her to hold up the facade that my aunt died, but telling her not divulge the truth, per the non-disclosure agreement we had legally binding her to secrecy. I explained that I met a beautiful woman who I might be willing to have a serious relationship with, but who was being chased by a monster. I didn’t give any more details other than I was ushering her to safety and would keep her in touch. It wouldn’t be an unreasonable request to have her call this Logan.

  “It would be good if he knew. He may have called the police. However, I’m sure my dad has done something to cover his tracks. He’s probably explained away my absence because he knows Logan, or Lindsey, or any of my friends would definitely go to the police if they thought I’d gone missing.” She seemed so lost and confused again.

  “So maybe we shouldn’t call. Perhaps your father is tracking him, knowing
you’ll want to reach out to the people you care about.” That was when the tears fell again.

  “That’s exactly what he’d do.” She hung her head.

  I moved to the couch and sat next to her wrapping my arms over her shoulders, scooping her in close. “Let’s watch a movie, shall we? We’ve got a little more than an hour left. What do you say? Something light?” I flipped through the channels, hoping to find something of interest. I wasn’t really sure what she wanted, but I was craving distraction, the heaviness of her situation had also started to weigh on me.

  “I haven’t seen Solo yet, that might be fun. I love everything Star Wars,” she confessed quietly.

  “I’m always good for a little Star Wars; I’ve enjoyed some of the movies.” I laughed, she was so delightfully odd.

  A girl who liked to top in bed; a Star Wars fan who surfed, flirted, and was averse to the idea of a butt plug. There was so much more for me to explore in this delightful human beside me, but all I wanted for her was the freedom to live her life without threat. So, despite my wanting other things from her, which I’d hoped someday I might get, I made her happiness and safety my first and foremost priority.

  Chapter 22

  Arcadia

  The private jet to Costa Rica was incredible. I got to see a little piece of the life that Xavier usually lived. It was decadent, luxurious, and overwhelming. In a lot of ways, I wasn’t sure I could match this man’s lifestyle or keep up with his need for sex. He had more money than I could imagine, and I had to remind myself to enjoy the moment.

  When we landed in San Jose, Xavier contracted with a car service under his assumed name, Christopher Saint. Our first order of business was to find an internet cafe. There was one located not too far from the airport. I could have used Xavier’s phone, but I was being extra cautious. The cafe was fun and whimsical, and I fell more in love with Latin America.