Protection

by Jay S. Wilder

  Together, they moved his pants out of the way, and his knees spread so he could get a good angle on her. He gripped her inner thighs and spread her legs as far as they’d go without bumping something, and stood between them. Nicole braced each leg on either side of him, against the wall, in a sort of perverted version of going for a gynecological exam. Her pussy was front and center, nearly in Nick’s face and begging for attention.

  She smelled her own musky scent and knew he did too from the strained look on his face. Pulling one strap of her tank top down her shoulder, Nick moved forward and kissed her neck. Skillfully, he reached around and unhooked the latch of her bra. He easily guided both items of clothing down past her ribcage to reveal her breast. He placed his large hands on her chest again, cupping each breast firmly enough to send a wicked heat through her core. This time, he let out an animalistic growl, flicking at her nipples with the tips of his thumbs.

  Those capable hands moved down her back as he lowered his head to her chest. Nicole felt a brief spell of self-consciousness at letting him see her this way when he still wore his shirt.

  “I want to feel you,” she ordered.

  In two seconds flat, he whipped his shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor before returning to exactly the same position. She’d barely had the chance to smooth her hands over the broad, tanned expanse of his chest, smattered with a dusting of dark brown hair when he continued his sensual journey of her body. She forgot about everything when his wet lips made contact with a nipple, bringing it tight and taut, and his tongue started feasting on it.

  The deeper he gently dug his fingers into her skin, the hornier she became and in no time, Nicole felt her breathing becoming heavy. That was her cue to let him take her hard. She was all in now. Her body wouldn’t be able to stop until she had completion, satisfaction, a damned good orgasm. One that made her feel she was blasting off into the stratosphere.

  She gripped onto his shoulders and ground herself against his cock, letting him feel the slick heat already pooling between her legs. She wanted him inside her now. Dammit, she was wet enough. Foreplay could wait.

  “Nick… now.”

  He didn’t seem to have any objections. After all, he’d been a soldier for years and was used to taking orders. Maybe not from someone like her, but she didn’t care at the moment. The clock was ticking, others would need this bathroom, and she had to get off soon.

  She moved her hands all over his arms, his shoulders, down his back, to his waist, and, finally, to grab his ass, pressing her hips forward to take him inside. He got the hint. A second later, he lifted his mouth off her breast, slid out a condom from who knew where, wrapped up his sizable package and got in position. Strong fingers grabbed her at the top of her hips and in one thrust he was deep inside her, stretching her to her limits. His thick cock pistoned into her aching pussy as they scratched each other’s itch.

  “God,” she moaned out, trying everything in her power not to scream out or cry in pleasure.

  “Come for me, Nic,” he hissed out. Making sure she was as comfortable as feasibly possible on top of the tiny sink, he sped up the pace, making the best of the cramped space. Nicole pushed off the back wall, lifting her pelvis more to feel him deeper in her womb. His left hand skimmed over her waxed sex, smoothing and appreciating that she groomed herself so well. His finger slipped in and joined his dick in pleasuring her, reaching in for her clit, to pinch it and rub the sensitive nub.

  Nicole thought she’d explode right then and there. It had been a long time since a guy had actually gotten to the heart of the matter, reaching that magical button that flipped the switch that ignited her insides. She didn’t know if it was the small room or the altitude and the fact there was less oxygen, but she almost looked dizzy as her arousal intensified and he began to bring her to her first orgasm.

  She bit down on her tongue to keep from screaming out. Her body shook and the rocketing flames searing through her made her feel as if she was going to burst from the inside out. A fresh tidal wave of her own cum lubricated them, adding to the ease of his drilling.

  As they pumped and she pounded against the mirror behind her, she realized he hadn’t even kissed her yet. How could they be buried against each other like this and not have even shared a kiss? She angled her head and then pulled him by the back of the neck closer to her. There was no hesitation on his part when he acquiesced and pressed his lip to hers. He took in her moans, kissing her with as much fierceness as his manhood did each time he slid almost all the way out and then reentered her. Their tongues tangled in a sword fight of sorts, passionately licking, sucking, and nipping at the other as if they were starving for what the other offered.

  Nicole pulled her legs from the wall and wrapped them around Nick’s waist, holding him tightly against her while his hips rammed her with his throbbing dick. Doing this here, with a potential audience outside, made it that much more intense, coupled with the light-headedness that affected him too, because he was breathing harder than normal. Every sound became so much louder. Every time he slammed into her, he hit the counter hard enough that it must have echoed throughout the cabin.

  That little old lady in 1A must think the plane’s coming apart…

  No, but Nicole was close to coming again.

  Nicole reached back against the cool, metal counter for leverage. That wasn’t the best idea as there wasn’t much counter space her ass wasn’t already splayed out on. She stretched her hands up, pressing against the ceiling all while battling his tongue with her own. He was punishing her insides, bringing her closer and closer to glory with each thrust. She grabbed his shoulders and gripped them so hard she was sure she might leave fingerprint bruises in her wake.

  She kissed his neck and bit down to try and keep her moans to a minimum. His neck was muscled and rock hard, just like the thick erection he shoved between her legs. She pulled her lips and tongue across his jaw line until her tongue worked into his ear, bathing it with a stroke, mimicking his actions down south.

  Nick grunted as he thrust deeper into her, harder, slowing down, taking his time with more deliberate strokes now. She rode him from the counter, rocking back and forth on him, taking him in deeper, and filling herself with him.

  “Come again for me, Nicole,” he whispered in her ear.

  “You do the same for me.”

  “I’m close.”

  “Me too. I might pass out.”

  “Good,” he said in her throat, a warm laugh following his words.

  He filled her again. Pressing deep, deeper, the deepest.

  No one had ever gone into her this far, this hard, this all-consuming. She felt every inch of him all the way to her soul.

  He pumped hard. Thrusting in. Retreating. In deep, and out, right to the edge of sanity.

  And again. Over and over.

  In. Out. In. Out. Pumping together. Her hips going along for the exotic ride, dancing into the pole pleasuring her. A drip of sweat down his temple. A doubling of her already racing heartbeat. A cadence of breathing. A choir of hisses. An orchestration of well-directed passion set free from every instrument each had to play for the other.

  Soon, a building moan escaped her as he brought her to the edge, pushing… pushing… pushing…

  “Oh God…yes…”

  Her body shuddered on this grand thrust he performed. His face contorted, the vein at his neck popped, and his crystal eyes clouded dark with concentrated lust. Nick grabbed her back and held her against him while she shook through her climax. Wave after wave of orgasmic tide crashed against her until she was spent and went weak in his arms.

  His eyes closed and he threw his head back letting his own pulsating pinnacle rage out of him. One more thrust and a release of all the air in his chest and he, too, nearly collapsed from the effort.

  “Holy shit,” he said right away.

  “You can say that again.”

  He lifted his head. “Holy shit.”

  Before she knew it, though, Nic
k released her and withdrew his cock. Turning from her, he jerked it off and dispensed of the cum-filled condom in the bathroom toilet. He reached around her to some paper towels, handing some to her, as well.

  What a gentleman.

  It was over way too quickly, but the force of their joining had rocked her unlike anything before. She knew they couldn’t exactly roll up and cuddle, so she tried not to make a big deal out of how he was now wiping off his dick as if trying to rid himself of the memory.

  “We need to get out of here,” he instructed.

  She needed time to put herself back together—if that were even possible—and not to review, dissect, and critique everything that had just happened. It was straight up hungry sex. Primal. Pure. Animalistic. Natural. Satisfying. They both got what they needed. That was what counted. She didn’t need a kiss or a profession of love, devotion, or even a first date.

  He slid his clothes back on and then ran his hands through his hair, setting it back. Then, he pulled something out of the toilet paper holder. Something he’d apparently placed in there.

  “Here, take this.”

  “What is it?” she asked and then answered her own question when she peered down. It was the air sick bag he’d brought with him.

  “I’ll leave first and then you can. Just grip the bag like you’ve been taking care of business in here. After all, you are an engaged, pregnant woman, right?” He finished with a wink.

  Nicole laughed and bobbed her head. “Brilliant. Answers any questions for those who might wonder why we were in here so long.”

  “Exactly,” he said, handing over her clothes. “The loyal fiancé taking care of his family.”

  “What a guy,” she teased.

  What a guy, indeed.

  Too bad they’d never do this again. Damn shame.

  Nick went to shift the lock to open the door, but stopped himself.

  He looked back at her and leaned into her. He layered a soft, tender kiss on her lips, sipping and sampling and then deepening it for a moment before pulling away and pressing his forehead to hers.

  She nearly stopped breathing at the tenderness. “Thanks,” she whispered.

  He straightened and then, before slipping out of the bathroom, he tossed back at her, “Welcome to the club.”

  20

  Nick

  Fuck.

  That felt great.

  Now, they were finished. He was out of her and had his jeans pulled back on. Sure, he’d helped her down from the counter and handed her clothes to her, but he needed to get away. At least, as far as he could get in the situation.

  He had to separate himself from her before he wasn’t able to do so.

  She was about three inches from really getting in. Nick Taylor didn’t let people in, though.

  He was a bad-ass mother fucker who could kill someone with a well-placed sharp pencil to the throat if needed. He wasn’t a friend or a lover. He certainly wasn’t relationship material.

  And, no matter how good it felt burying his cock deep within her or how amazing she smelled or how he had to bite his teeth from coming the moment he touched her… he had to refocus on his duty. His job. His surveillance.

  Trying to be chivalrous, he’d offered Nicole a classy explanation in case anyone asked about their activities in the bathroom, if it was even noticed. He’d also read that tip in the article he read about the Mile High Club. It impressed Nicole for sure.

  Getting attached was the last thing he needed.

  It wasn’t right.

  It wasn’t smart.

  It never did anyone any good.

  He pressed open the restroom door, and was a little surprised. No one was waiting to use it. No flight attendants or passengers were hanging around waiting to get all judgy about his extracurricular activities with his mark-with-benefits. Depending on the airline, they could have actually gotten into big trouble with an indecent exposure charge which carried a maximum penalty of twenty years in jail if they’d been caught. In the heat of the moment and in the blood fever which had overtaken his better judgment, he hadn’t cared.

  All he wanted was her.

  To kiss her.

  To feel her.

  To be inside her.

  To fuck her brains out.

  What in holy hell was I thinking?

  Nick made his way back to their seats and sat down hard with a huge huff. He fingered his hair again, but all he could concentrate on was her smell still all over him, penetrating all his sense.

  He took full responsibility for what happened just now. Sure, she’d wanted it, invited it, and enjoyed it, but he could have been stronger. He could have said no, said he was married, said he was gay… hell, anything! He shouldn’t have gotten too intimate with his mark.

  You’re losing your touch, Taylor, he chastised himself.

  She’d be here in a moment, though, and now that he knew exactly where she was hiding that USB drive, he had to take action. No more Mr. Nice Guy. No more games or bantering. No more fucking around. He had a job to do. Not a woman to do.

  He figured he had a few minutes until Nicole emerged from the bathroom, so he went into action. He stood and retrieved something from his bag he’d stowed overhead. He took her water bottle that sat half-drunk between them and tapped a small portion of a sedative into her drink. Nothing major, but enough to make her sleep the rest of the flight.

  As he shook up the bottle to make sure the sedative mixed in well, he loathed himself for what she’d think of him once she woke up. It was a total dick move, but that was what he was paid to do. Of course, he’d never have sex with his mark, so this one stung even more.

  He hadn’t meant to do that, but the stress of the last several months got the best of him. Drug dealers, human traffickers, beginning terrorist cells… real shitty blights on society that made him nauseated even being around them. That had been a factor, as well as talking to Nicole about their similar situations, backgrounds, and likes. She was sexy as hell, smart, and funny. Damn funny. He wasn’t simply attracted to her smoking body—although he greatly appreciated the fine shape she was in—rather, he was also drawn to her as a person. That hadn’t happened to him in a long time.

  So, he’d drug her, take her things, and be done with it. That would be that. The Company could report back to their client. The information on the USB drive could go to whomever, he didn’t care. Not his problem. She’d hate him forever, and he could go on to his next assignment in Eastern Europe, Asia, or wherever. Did it really matter?

  Nicole literally bounced out of the bathroom and down the aisle to their seat. She’d done a nice job putting herself back together although he could see the rosy passion still flamed in her cheeks and her hair was a bit of a disarray from his fingers.

  Oh man… that hair…

  He let out a sigh, making sure it was the last one.

  He had a duty to fulfill.

  “Hey,” she said quite cheerfully. “How are you?”

  He scooted his legs out of the way to let her pass. “Just dandy, and you?” he said a bit sarcastically.

  She smacked his arm playfully when she sat down. “Don’t be like that.”

  He smiled as nonchalantly as he could. “I’m great. That was… fun. Thanks.”

  She shrugged her shoulders. “No problem. My pleasure. I mean, seriously… my pleasure.”

  Nick signaled to Gloria as she made her way through the first class cabin. “There are my soon-to-be parents. Everyone feeling better now?”

  Nicole patted her stomach and said, “May I have that yummy food now? We’re hungry.”

  Gloria smiled and said, “Of course, you may, my dear. I also have some ice cream I’ll bring you with your meal. It’ll be perfect.”

  Like a little kid herself, Nicole bounced up and down. Nick had certainly needed a release from his own built-up tension, but Nicole had needed it just as much. It was as if a fifty-pound anvil had been lifted off her shoulders and she could finally relax into the seat for the rest
of the flight.

  Little did she know how much she’d actually be relaxing.

  She took him off guard when she kissed him on the cheek.

  “What was that for?” he asked.

  “Take your pick. For everything basically.”

  “Back at you.”

  Gloria brought the food and set it in front of Nicole. There was a huge helping of lasagna, a buttered roll, a side salad, and that promised ice cream. Nick snickered at her going for the dessert first before diving into the rest of it. She ate as though it was the first meal she’d had in a week, or like it might be her last. And then, she magically reached for her bottle of water and chugged it down in six quick gulps.

  “Damn, that was good,” she said, spreading her napkin over everything. “I haven’t eaten like that in forever. It’s mostly been frozen dinners or late night takeout.”

  “You needed it, then,” he answered. “Glad to be of service.”

  “Well, I’m eating for two, you know?” she said cheekily with a wink.

  Nick forced himself not to laugh. He needed to stay distant, away, guarded.

  “I guess the joke’s over,” Nicole noted.

  He didn’t want her angry with him right now, so he kept playing along. Not that it was hard at all. In an alternate universe, he’d probably be down on one knee with a goddamned proposal for her after the incredible sex. Some of the best he’d ever had. Marriage wasn’t going to happen. Far from it. Not when he still had a job to do and orders to carry out.

  “Sorry, you wore me out,” he said, rolling his head back.

  “Ditto.” She stifled a yawn and Nick knew the sedative was working its magic. She slumped down in her seat and looked over at him. “I need to know how to get in touch with you when I get back,” she said.

  “What do you mean?” he asked.

  “If you’re that good in a tiny bathroom, I can only imagine what you can do in a king-sized bed. Hand over your info so I can call you and we can get together when you’re back in San Fran.”

  He could see she was fading fast. “Sure. When we land, I’ll put it in your phone, and you can add yours to mine.”