Sticky Fingers: An Enemies To Lovers Romantic Comedy

by Starr, Tara

  I groan involuntarily. She’s such a little fucking tease. And I just fucking love it.

  “Go on.” I spank her bottom and she turns and runs up the stairs, giggling.

  Shaking my head, I follow her into the plane and see Carl and Wayne, the pilot and co-pilot, just inside the door.

  I give them their instructions and tell them to take the boxes Sonia brought to the cargo hold.

  Walking down the aisle, I bend over Sonia and look down her shirt, just so I can admire her cleavage.

  She smiles as she watches me and then winks when I raise my eyes to her face. Shifting suggestively, she makes her blouse gape more before raising her eyebrows at me.

  The little fucking minx.

  “Are those boxes okay to put in the underbelly? Anything fragile or anything we should know…” I trail off with a questioning look, daring her to give me more information. “We don’t usually transport cargo we have no idea about, you know?”

  She just laughs again and rolls her eyes. “Anytime you want to open them, just let me know. But they should be fine down there. Do you want to tell me where we’re going yet?”

  “Nope.” Straightening, I head back to give Carl final instructions before settling into the seat next to Sonia and grabbing her hand.

  “I never really asked but flying doesn’t bother you, right?”

  Her lips pucker, and she reaches up to brush my hair back a bit before following it with a kiss to my cheek.

  “Not at all. This is wonderful. And I’m happy.” She squeezes my hand affectionately.

  “So, bored yet?” I can’t help but tease as I reach around with my other hand and squeeze her waist a bit, right where I know she’s ticklish.

  Squirming, she pushes my hand away and laughs. “No, Malcolm,” she says almost breathlessly. “You’re definitely not a boring date.”

  I settle back, satisfied. Resting my head back on the head rest.

  Two minutes later, we begin slowly taxiing out, and Sonia and I both relax, watching outside as we take off quickly and the plane climbs.

  She squeezes my hand to get my attention, and I roll my head on the headrest to look down at her.

  “So, it’s just us for a while, huh?” She looks up at me as I nod.

  Unbuckling her seat belt, she drops to her knees in front of me and unbuckles my seat belt, too. Spreading my legs to give her more room, I tease her.

  “I don’t think he’s turned off the no seatbelt light yet.”

  Looking up she quips back. “Do you want me to stop?” Her hands slow on my belt as she looks at me questioningly.

  Leaning back, I lift my arms and put them behind my head, scooting my butt forward in the seat to make myself more accessible.

  “Hell, no. I like living dangerously.”

  She laughs as she finishes undoing my pants. Her soft hands skim my cock as she spreads my legs wide. Shifting, I try to give my cock more access.

  It’s dying for attention, you know?

  It’s red and throbbing, and her small hand circles the base, pulling my cock towards her. Licking from my balls to the head, her eyes watch me as I watch her.

  She’s so fucking sexy.

  Every move she does makes my heart speed up, and I catch my breath as her lips wrap around my head. She begins circling her tongue and applying some pressure, and my eyes start rolling in their fucking orbits.

  “Oh, baby, fuck. That feels amazing.” I wrap my hand around the nape of her neck and stroke her with my thumb.

  She moans as she tightens her grip on the base, right before dropping her head to take me into her throat deeply before coming back up.

  Fucking hell. So fucking intense and so fucking good.

  I keep my ass locked to the seat as she begins torturing me in the best way possible.

  Pulling off my length, her tongue slowly runs down the underside to my balls where her fingers have been gently massaging them. Then, she pulls one slowly into her mouth and runs her tongue around it. Letting go, she licks over to my other ball before pulling it into her mouth, still running her hand slowly up and down on my cock.

  It looks so big in her small, soft hands…and Jesus, fuck, the way she keeps her eyes on me!

  Using my other hand, I lean in to pull her blouse down. Admiring her tits bust out of her tight bra, we both begin to pant with lust.

  When she runs her tongue back up from my balls, her mouth descends around me, and I swear to fucking God, it feels like she swallowed me whole. I almost explode in her throat right then, but she’s squeezing the base and pulls off as I throb in her hand.

  I’m not sure I can hold off much longer as she starts pumping up and down with her lips and hand slowly. So slowly. On every trip down, she moans and then swallows, tightening around my head and making me see stars.

  My hand on her neck has traveled into her hair, and I’m torn between stopping her or allowing her to go on.

  She looks so beautiful as she swallows me, moaning and sucking. Her stroking on the base where she can’t swallow is so fucking intense, and I feel myself hardening even more as I start to reach a point of no return.

  Okay.

  Now this is what I like to call a proper date.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Sonia

  What can I say?

  There’s something about being in this private jet with Malcolm that has me dripping wet. Okay, fair enough—Malcolm Push and his golden cock is part of that ‘being wet as hell’ equation. I mean, I missed it, you know?

  After trying him out that time, getting down and dirty with Malcolm has been on my mind 24/7.

  And now that I have his cock inside my mouth, I’m as happy as I could ever be.

  For a moment, I think he’ll stop me like last time. I feel the pressure of his fingers on my head, and I know that he’s conflicted as well. No problem—I’ll just make it happen so fast he won’t even have the time to react.

  Going from slowly rolling my lips up and down the length of his shaft, I start going as fast as humanly possible. The wet sound of my lips going over his hard cock fill the whole cabin, and I close my eyes as I feel the first drops of pre-cum dripping from the tip.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna…!” he starts to say, but he doesn’t get to finish his sentence.

  Instead, his words turn into a groan, and his cock throbs violently against my tongue. Next thing I know, he’s shooting his load inside my mouth, his manly flavor coating my tongue in an instant.

  I suck on him slowly now, taking my time as his cock twitches endlessly.

  “That was fucking amazing,” he groans as I roll my lips back.

  With my mouth brimming with his cum, I look up at him and smile—and then I just swallow it all, the saltiness of it caressing my throat on the way down.

  “You sure like being a dirty little slut, don’t you?” Malcolm asks me, reaching for me and placing two fingers under my chin.

  “No, I don’t like it…” I whisper, not even blinking as I lock eyes with him. “I fucking love it.”

  With that, I get up to my feet. Resting my hands on his shoulders, I push him back against the seat and then climb on his lap, straddling him. Leaning in, I crush my mouth against his and then part his lips with my tongue, allowing him to get an after-taste of himself.

  Dirty, I know, but so what?

  Dirty is fun.

  As we kiss, our tongues locked in a vicious embrace, Malcolm’s hands run down the side of my body. He guides his fingers down from my waist to the hemline of my dress, and then he hikes it up to reveal my drenched thong.

  I gasp against his lips as he presses the palm of his hand against my pussy and then, with a flick of his fingers, he merely pushes the fabric aside.

  “Well, if you love it that much...let’s just get down to it, shall we?” he whispers into my mouth, grabbing his cock with one hand and brushing the tip against my pussy lips.

  I feel my whole body tense up at his touch, and this time he doesn’t take his time. Thi
s time, he simply thrusts, pushing his entire length inside my pussy.

  He does it mercilessly, impaling me on his cock...and I almost lose it.

  Swear to God, I don’t even care if the pilot can hear us. I have to moan. I have to scream. I must do it all, and as loud as I can, or I sure as hell am going to blow the fuck up!

  “FUCK! Hard... Fuck me HARD!” I beg of him, rocking my hips back and forth at the same time. With my arms draped over his shoulders, I ride him like a madwoman.

  Right now, I’m not the daughter of a police commissioner, or some snarky art thief that likes expensive wine and classy paintings... No, right now I’m just a woman who’s so fucking wet she’s about to dehydrate.

  I don’t know what it is about Malcolm, but he makes me feel like such a slut. He actually makes me crave cock like I never did before.

  I know that some women don’t really like being called slut, but you know what? When you have a twelve-inch cock buried deep inside your pussy, and you just can’t wait for that mind-bending orgasm you know is gonna come sooner or later... Well, let’s just say that’s when I start to love thinking of myself as a slut who loves sex more than she loves to breathe.

  “You’re so fucking tight, Sonia,” I hear Malcolm say, but it’s almost as if his voice is coming at me from the other side of the universe.

  Right now, my brain can’t process anything but the hard cock ravaging me furiously. And that’s just fine, if you ask me.

  “That’s because…” I tell him between thrusts, riding him so hard I can already feel beads of sweat pooling on my forehead, “you’re so fucking huge.”

  Closing my eyes, I throw my head back and let out a loud moan, one that bounces off the tight walls of the cabin and comes back to me with double the strength. My lustful screams and gasps fill the whole jet, and I can’t help but think that even the pilots can hear us. Well, as long as they don’t get so excited they plunge us to our deaths, that’s fine by me.

  “I want you to come for me,” Malcolm whispers into my ear, and I feel his cock twitch inside my tight pussy.

  Surprisingly, he seems even harder than before...despite the fact that he already came once. Are there no limits to what he can do?

  “As long as you come for me, too,” I reply, my voice coming out of my mouth, weak and quivering.

  It’s almost a miracle I can even speak. I’m going so fast, swaying my hips in a frenzy, that my lungs feel as if they’re about to pop. Even my muscles are burning up.

  And, more important than all that, I can already feel that sweet pressure mounting.

  “Fuck me...as hard...as you can,” I tell him once more.

  For a fraction of a second, I almost regret it: Malcolm starts thrusting into me so fast, his cock stretching me so wide, that I almost think he’s going to split me in two.

  I moan. I scream.

  I yank on his hair. I claw at his chest.

  I totally fucking lose it.

  “FUCK!”

  “FUCK!”

  At the same time, our bodies tense up. I feel an electric current going through both of us at the same time, crackling under our skin and igniting a furious wildfire of ecstasy. And when it comes, it hits me so hard I almost pass out.

  My eyes are open, but I can’t see.

  My ears are fine, but I can’t hear.

  I’m alive, but I must’ve gone to Heaven.

  “You are the fucking best,” Malcolm whispers softly, his cock twitching one final time inside my pussy.

  Leaning in, I rest my forehead against his and finally open my eyes; looking into his, I can’t help but smile.

  He came crashing into my life, and now....

  Now I don’t want to let go.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Malcolm

  “You’re kidding.”

  “Not really.”

  “All of it?”

  “As far as the eye can see,” I tell Sonia with a smile, laying my hand on top of hers as she presses her forehead against the small window next to her seat.

  Her eyes widen as the plane slowly descends, the island down below growing larger against the blue backdrop of the Caribbean Sea.

  “How much does an island like this cost?” she asks me, probably still not believing that I own one.

  I don’t blame her—I never thought I’d own one, to be honest; but then again, I never thought I’d be the main character in a romance novel.

  “I have no idea,” I reply with a shrug. “This one belonged to a Greek shipping magnate. I won it from one of his heirs in a poker game.”

  “Of course,” she says, laughing. “Everything’s a game to you.”

  “Not everything.” I laugh, too, but I don’t offer an explanation.

  Truth be told, I don’t have one. Before Sonia, everything really used to be a game to me. A game with high stakes, a game of survival—but a game nonetheless.

  Now, though…now I have no fucking idea.

  When the wheels finally connect with the tarmac and the plane grinds to a halt, I grab Sonia’s hand and get to my feet. I guide her out of the plane, and I watch her face attentively as the afternoon sun greets her.

  “Holy shit,” she mutters to herself, taking in the scenery.

  Lush greenery surrounds us from all sides, the airstrip and a small control building the only man-made structures around. A light breeze tries to placate the afternoon heat but, despite that, I already see beads of sweat dripping down the back of Sonia’s neck.

  I need to get her something fresh.

  Like a bikini.

  A really tiny bikini.

  “Let’s go,” I say, leading the way onto the tarmac.

  As we climb down the stairs, a few men, part of the island staff—all of them wearing worn button-up shirts, shorts and sandals—start unloading the plane.

  “Is that for us?” Sonia asks me, pointing to an old Jeep parked a dozen feet away from the plane. Despite its old age, the metal frame gleams under the sunlight spotlessly.

  “That’s right,” I reply, grabbing Sonia by the hips and helping her onto the Jeep. “It’s a Willys. You don’t see them that much anymore, but during WWII these things were everywhere.”

  “A man that knows his cars, huh?”

  “And his women,” I grin, sliding into my seat.

  As I rev up the engine, I notice Sonia turning around in her seat, her gaze focused on the staff as they unload the cargo.

  “Smartass,” she comments. “Are you going to leave the boxes behind?”

  “What boxes?” I flash her another grin as I play dumb, but I know exactly what she’s talking about.

  She’s hellbent on having me play her little game, but I’m way more interested in playing with her, and in an R-rated manner at that.

  “Don’t worry, they’ll be right behind us with everything.”

  “Aren’t you curious? Who knows, Malcolm? Maybe what you’re looking for is inside one of those boxes.”

  “Did you bring a clone of you? Because I wouldn’t mind a threeso—”

  “Asshole,” she says with a laugh, the sound of her voice drowned out by the loud roar of the engine as we cross the island.

  Despite the dirt roads, it doesn’t take us more than twenty minutes to arrive at the other side of the island, the beach front estate seemingly popping out of nowhere.

  “Holy shit.” Jumping out of the Jeep, Sonia places one hand over her eyes to shield them from the sun as she gazes at the estate. “All this just for the two of us?”

  “Well, there’s the staff…but aside from them, yeah, it’s just us.”

  “I’ll sleep on the floor,” she quips, glancing at me sideways. “I’m already getting all itchy imagining all the women that you—”

  “You’re actually the first one I brought here,” I tell her as we walk up the hardwood stairs, the sound of the waves gently crashing against the shore coming at us from down below.

  She stares at me with that comment. I keep my focus straight.
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  I still remember when I made my first million—still far from becoming a billionaire—and how I imagined I would finally start living it up once I became richer than God.

  I’d get a yacht, a fleet of private jets, and a private island where I’d keep a steady retinue of hot, tight, and slutty-as-fuck models.

  Thing is, I never got around to do all that, and that’s because I simply wasn’t interested. Why would I bother sharing this place with women whose name I probably wouldn’t remember? I’d rather be making money than waste my time sharing a hammock with some girl whose breasts have an higher IQ that her brain.

  But now, with Sonia by my side, I wouldn’t mind sharing that hammock.

  “Look at the view!” she cries out as we finally get to the top of stairs, reaching the terraced entrance.

  From here, we can see half the coast of the island, the white beach meeting the blue sea right below us. Breaking the landscape into two, a long but narrow dock jutting out of a bungalow extends into the ocean, a few small boats tied to the wooden posts.

  We’re close enough that, if I threw a pebble from here with enough strength, it’d land right where the waves fold unto themselves.

  “Glad you like it,” I whisper into her ear, one of my hands going down from her neck to her hips.

  Being this close to her reminds me that I never really christened this island—and, yes, I’m talking about sex.

  Turning around on her heels to face me, she goes on tiptoes and brushes her lips against mine.

  “Take me inside,” she whispers, her eyes locked on mine as she gives my chest a gentle push, forcing me back against the double doors that lead to the master bedroom at the top of the estate.

  “Why?” I grin slyly. “Do you want to check out the artwork inside? No Picassos on the island for you to steal, I’m afraid.”

  “Are you sure?” she whispers once more, gazing to her side as we hear the staff’s van arriving with the boxes down below.

  “No,” I confess. “But truth be told…I couldn’t care less.”

  With that, I grab her by the hips and pull her into me, crushing my mouth against hers. Using the sole of my right foot, I push the doors open and we stumble inside, the shadows inside covering us as we rip the clothes off each other bodies.