Divinely Living (Surviving Series)

by Courtney Cross

  Moving into the aisle, I avoided the knowing glances from our fellow passengers as we walked towards the restroom. Jonah’s hand rested at my lower back, holding me steady and offering physical support. I didn’t give a shit whoever knew we were about to join the legendary mile high club as I opened the restroom door that showed it was vacant. Before Jonah had time to lock the door behind us, I pounced. “Fuck me hard, Jonah, fast and hard,” I begged as my mouth found his, my kiss verging on desperate. He groaned loudly, his hard body pressing against mine, his tongue plunging into my mouth. Apart from a toilet on one side of the restroom and a wash basin and small vanity area on the other side, the area was spacious with plenty of room to move, yet another perk of travelling first class. My hands were frantic tearing at his shirt with the need to feel him against me, skin to skin. Lifting me effortlessly, his fingers dug into the flesh of my ass as my back hit the coolness of the door. My legs wrapped around his waist urging him closer. Grabbing the hem of my dress I lifted it above my head in one quick movement leaving me naked but for my sandals and white panties. My fingers released the last of his shirt buttons and he moaned in approval as it slid from his shoulders and hit the floor leaving our bare chests pressed flush against the other.

  “What is it with you and bathrooms,” he breathed into my mouth as his lips found mine again.

  “It’s not the place that does it for me Jonah. It’s you baby, all you.”

  His mouth left mine, his tongue descending my throat and landing at my breast. Arching my back, I offered my aching breast to his mouth and moaned loudly as he drew my taut nipple into his mouth and sucked hard before sinking his teeth gently into the sensitive mound. “God, yes,” I groaned, the momentary sting gave way to the pleasure. Between my thighs, his erection dug into the wetness of my open sex, the denim rubbing against my swollen clit with every thrust of Jonah’s hips. His hand slipped beneath my ass and dipped into my entrance his approving moan as he circled his finger inside me made my inner walls clench around it.

  “You’re always so wet for me, always so ready to accept me,” he murmured against my breast, “it’s never enough Ava, and I can never get enough of you.”

  “Then do me,” I hissed in reply. A second finger slipped inside me while his thumb lay closely against the tight hole of my ass. I gasped as his thumb crept across the entrance and massaged lightly. The action stirred something within my core, a dark yearning to be claimed in that way I struggled to comprehend. Anal sex was off limits, the one place I was unwilling to travel considering my past. But a slow burn spread through my groin and into my rear and the need to be filled there, have Jonah mark me there became clear. His thumb continued to circle and massage around that area, the pressure almost penetrating me. Fisting soft strands of his hair in both of my hands, he stopped momentarily and assessed my face.

  “Too much?” His brows narrowed.

  Leaning forward, I sank my teeth into his bottom lip and bit down hard, “It’s not enough.”

  Surprise and desire widened his blue eyes, every chiselled inch of his muscular torso tensed against me. “Don’t tease baby, you know how desperate I am to claim that divine rear of yours,” he whispered against my lips.

  “Then claim it. It’s yours.”

  His forehead rested against mine as he exhaled sharply, “You really want me to do that to you here?”

  I reached between my legs and placed my hand across his, urging it to lie between my open cheeks. My tightly wound body required release, a short, sharp burst of Jonah to dampen the numbness of self preservation pumping through my veins. Shutting down and retreating into myself had always served as a well tried and tested coping mechanism when dealing with emotional turmoil. But no more! This wasn’t about confronting demons and moving on, I didn’t believe that necessary and where my past was concerned, I had no intentions of revisiting that time. This was about a raw, primal need that excited me to a point far greater than imaginable. I wanted him inside me in every way possible and this was the final untouched area for him to have me.

  “Yes,” I nodded in reply. My heart beating painfully against my ribs as his middle finger pushed into the heat of my puckered hole.

  Pushing away from the wall, his mouth plundered mine in a firm, possessive kiss. My feet found the carpeted floor as Jonah released me from his hold. He shuddered under my touch as I swept a hand across the stone slabs of muscle adorning his stomach and chest before palming his hardened cock. Breaking the kiss, he groaned and flexed his groin shoving his cock harder into my hand.

  Pressing my lips against the smooth skin of his pectoral, his intake of breath as I took his nipple into my mouth and bit down hard made every muscle inside my core clench deliciously. His hands bunched in my hair and tipped my head backwards, his tongue licked slowly along the curve of my bottom lip. “Turn around Ava and spread your legs. Show me your wet pussy and greedy little behind.”

  I willingly obeyed. Placing my sweaty palms on the side of the vanity unit, I bent forward putting my self on offer while spreading my legs wide. Closing my eyes, the hum of the planes engines calmed the pangs of anticipation rolling in my stomach. The sound also served as a reminder of where we were and how short out journey would be. Renewed urgency surged through me as the unzipping of Jonah’s jeans echoed around the room.

  “Now, Jonah,” I pleaded with insistence.

  “Hush, baby, be patient.”

  Jonah’s tongue licking the length of my bared opening removed all fears of time restraints. Arching my back further and opening my legs wider, I shamefully rocked my mound against his lips as he suckled my clit. Slapping a hand over my mouth to mute the moans of pleasure escaping me, welcome stirrings of pulsating ecstasy developed in my groin with every flick of his tongue. Dipping his tongue inside me, he used a finger and thumb, massaging my clit before pinching it firmly. My legs bowed as he lapped at my entrance, his tongue fucking me aggressively.

  “Oh God, yes,” I groaned, my hand muffling the sound.

  My finger tips clamped around the shelf supporting my weight as the torturous motions continued, my orgasm brewing with each lick and tug. A frustrated scream lodged in my throat as his tongue left my clit and the release I furiously sought relinquished. “Please Jonah,” I whined in pure need.

  His tongue pressing against the rim of my ass cut off my plea, anticipation replacing the frustration. I tensed every muscle in my rear clenching as his tongue came enticingly close to entering me. Two fingers slipped inside my sex moving in sync with his tongue. My body relaxed, too lost to the sensations between my thighs and at my rear. His fingers and tongue found a simultaneous rhythm, each pushing me further to the edge of release. I ground against his mouth and thrust against his fingers as the first waves of orgasm began to spill from inside of me “Fuck yes,” I moaned my body shaking under the force, his fingers and tongue continuing to milk the remainder of come from me. I barely registered the movement of Jonah at my back; my mind and body consumed with the sex haze which orgasms always left me in. Leaning over me, his cock hard and hot against my behind, his mouth whispered into my hair. “Prepare yourself Ava, I’m going to be hard and quick and I’m sorry to disappoint you but I will not be fucking your arse for the first time in the restroom of a plane no matter how much it hurts me not to do so.”

  “But...” I whined.

  “No,” he cut me off, “I’m not going to accept that precious gift here. The last time you were taken that way was through violation, neither of us has any idea what revisiting that ordeal will put you through. Fucking you anally should be an act of the deepest love, not an act of desperation because your best friend pissed you off.”

  Before I could protest he penetrated me in one swift glide, every inch of his cock buried balls deep inside me. Tears threatened to fall as he began to thrust, his hands holding my waist as he straightened himself and picked up his pace. All thoughts of Charlotte and our argument fell from my mind as I became lost to the ecstatic pleasure. He was
right. My fall out with Charlotte left me reeling and in need of a sharp shock to stop my retreat within myself, which I always did when faced with a situation I didn’t want to deal with. I loved him enough to even think about offering him my ass but loved him more for refusing to do so because the reasons were the wrong ones. I was such a fucking hypocrite, but all the same, indulging in Jonah’s body and cock simply had to be done. I would deal with my hypocrisy and slip of newfound ways of dealing with the shit later.

  Bucking against him and matching his strokes, he rode me hard. The fullness was exquisite, the hints of pain from his punishing rhythm mind blowing. I moaned loudly without a care for the passenger’s sat only inches from the restroom door as fire erupted through my core and shot the first scorching sparks of orgasm down into my groin Lifting me a touch, Jonah found his preferred angle and beat into me even harder. The slaps of slick flesh and our collective grunts and groans became louder as we both chased the orgasm we so desperately needed.

  “Jesus Christ,” he groaned loudly, his upper body slumping against my back. Throwing back my head, it found his shoulder as my orgasm unleashed inside me and I came so hard I cried out with the intensity. Jonah stiffened against me, his muscles taught against my sweat covered back as he slammed into one last time then growled as he found his release. I could feel hot spurts of semen fill every last space within me and still he ground against me while continuing to come. His heart beat erratically against my back matching the wild beat of my own. We stayed locked together for what seemed like an age allowing our bodies’ time we really didn’t have to calm and our breathing to steady.

  “I love you so fucking much, Ava,” he murmured against my flesh before pulling me upwards and into the heat of his body. I winced as he pulled out of me then turned me in his arms to face him.

  “I hope so,” I said breathlessly, my lips pressed against his chest.

  “I fucking know so,” he replied then squeezed me tightly. “I own you, Ava.”

  I looked up at him through tear blurred vision, “Yes you do.”

  “I hope so, baby.”

  “I fucking know so,” I answered him with his own spoken words and like him meant every last one of them.

  Chapter Nine

  As much as I adored London, even the city I viewed as my saviour could do nothing to shift the feeling of despair and now rising anger I was feeling and had been since returning from France, three days previous. I loved Charlotte and missed her like crazy but in all seriousness, on reflection, her behaviour at the airport was beginning to eat at me and piss me off. She may have earned the right as my best friend to host an opinion regarding my life and how and with whom I lived it, but deep down I knew there was more to her outburst than her worrying about Jonah and his intentions where myself and my money were concerned. Something else was gnawing away at her and it hurt like hell she felt unable to share whatever it was with me. We had both spoke hateful words, words I regretted and wished I could take back. But one thing was clear. To have me in her life meant also accepting Jonah and I couldn’t imagine that happening anytime soon, maybe not ever. And if that were to be the case, there would come a point where decisions would need to be made. Decisions that would change my life and relationships with everyone I held dear and cared for. I just hoped I would make the right choice and choose wisely when the time came along.

  Jonah stirred beside me and a glance at the bedside clock showed six am. He lay facing me, the duvet bunched at his waist with his bare torso on show. His hands were fisted beneath his chin, his breathing calm and even. He was a vision I would never tire of waking up to and still found it hard to process I was privileged to be doing so. His sinful lips were slightly parted, his flawless face lax while he slept. Wayward strands of dark brown hair blanketed his forehead and the urge to brush them from his face was hard to resist. He was beyond divine, a man created in the mould of the gods and more importantly he was mine. Every hot, delicious inch all mine and I never wanted to be without him again. My slowly repairing heart wouldn’t take another beat if that were to occur.

  Needing the bathroom, I quietly slipped from beneath the covers, donned my silk robe, tiptoed across the carpeted floor of my bedroom and headed down the hallway. Merely looking at Jonah aroused me and as much as I wanted to run back to the bed, climb in and show him exactly how aroused I was; I decided to let him sleep. Since our return to the UK, he had refused to leave me alone for a second. France undoubtedly brought us back together but in doing so opened old wounds, and for Jonah in particular the events of the last week had taken their toll. Rehashing painful memories involving his parents and cutting himself off from his Uncle were weighing heavy on his mind. Walking away from his only surviving relative was an incredibly difficult thing to do. I couldn’t help the slivers of guilt that slid through me each time the subject of Benjamin Jacobson was brought up in conversation. Jonah severed ties because of me. And while I was happy he’d done so, being the reason for his loss of family was not something I was proud of.

  Turning on the shower and cranking up the heat, I used the loo then stepped under the faucet. The burning heat of the water beating down on me chased away the tiredness and cleansed my clammy skin. Jonah’s desire to indulge in my body proved relentless into the early hours of the morning. My muscles ached, my sex and breasts were sore and swollen but my mood was upbeat and my spirit high. Jonah’s effect on my mind, body and soul was better than any therapy my stepfather paid thousands of dollars worth of guilt money for. In the few months since we met, my progression from damaged, soulless victim to an alive, feeling survivor had been swift. And it was all because of Jonah Jacobson the man who fucked me like an untamed animal and loved me like no other, flaws and all. That realisation made me love him more and more, if that was even possible. To see the woman I really was and to know everything I’d been through and want me regardless, made him even more precious an entity in my life than I was deserving of. And I vowed to myself silently to keep him by my side and never let go him again. No matter who or what it cost me.

  I showered quickly, wrapped my hair and body in towels and padded my way to the kitchen to power up the mean machine. Caffeine was part of my staple diet, a part of my morning routine. Firing it up, I waited for the bubble of coffee beans impatiently. The open plan space of my living room and kitchen were silent but for the gurgle of the strong black amber nectar that would soon be swimming around in my veins. As the large mug, which sat waiting to catch my drug of choice began to fill; the shrill ring of my cell phone that sat on the island top in the kitchen broke through the silence. My brows furrowed as I saw the name blinking on the caller ID and braced myself for the tirade I was undoubtedly going to receive the moment I answered.

  Resigned to my fate, I exhaled deeply, grabbed the phone and pressed answer.

  “Hi Cam,” I said nervously, my voice low.

  My previous good mood deflated as a long silence followed a gruff and slurred reply. “Is it true, Ava?”

  I closed my eyes and sighed, “Yes,” I whispered.

  Another long silence fell between us before he spoke, his voice thick with emotion, “Why, gorgeous? Why the fuck did you choose him?”

  “I love him.” It was the truth but felt incredibly hard to say to the man who at this moment in time was thousands of miles away saving my ass.

  His breath blew down the line in a rush, “After everything he did? How can you love a man that cheats on you Ava?”

  My heart sank and guilt wrapped icy fingers around my throat, “He explained Cameron, it’s not...”

  “Bull fucking shit,” he cut me off, his voice still slurred but louder, “that mother fucker doesn’t deserve a second chance. How could he even look at another woman when he had someone like you?”

  “Please Cameron,” my voice remained low but more forceful, “I don’t know what Charlotte told you but...”

  “She told me everything I needed to know and that was too fucking much.” The sound of glass cr
ashing against a hard surface resounded loudly in the receiver.

  “Are you drunk?” I asked quietly.

  Cameron laughed humourlessly. “What if I fucking am? What the fuck do you care what I do?”

  “Of course I care about you. Cameron, you mean the world to me.”

  “Do I Ava? Do I fucking really,” his voice raised further, “so why the hell did I have to find out that you were back with that asshole from my sister and not from you?” His voice softened, “You have no idea do you? Not that you’d give a fuck if you did.”

  I scrubbed a hand across my forehead. “I don’t have an idea about what Cam? What am I missing here?”

  He fell silent as if pondering his next move or deliberating what words to say.

  “Cameron, please, what does everyone else seem to know and I don’t? Your sister is keeping shit from me and it hurts like hell that you are too.”

  “Hurt,” he snorted, “you haven’t the first fucking idea how it feels to be hurt.”

  That comment stung. I knew how it felt to be hurt, really fucking hurt more than most. I could make exceptions for the fact his comments were being made while under the influence of alcohol but even then, some things were crossing the fine line of my tolerance. Cameron Collins was skirting dangerously close to that line. “I get you’re pissed at me Cam, I really do and maybe I deserve it. But unless you start filling me in on what the hell is pissing you off so much then how the hell do you expect me to understand or be capable of doing something about it?”

  “How can you not know?” he asked quietly, “after everything I’ve done for you to show you. I travelled to the other side of the world for you, Ava, what more do I have to do?”