Chapter 37 Audra #3
“Audra, fuck’s sake you are quite literally my wet dream.
Look at these fucking things,” he said as he gave them a squeeze.
I laughed, but he shut me up quickly when his mouth aggressively covered mine, and his tongue teased in.
My fingers instinctively went to the button on his pants as he hovered above me, and I made quick work of getting them off.
Then he sat back on his feet in a pair of royal blue boxer briefs that his very big, very erect dick was sticking out the top of.
Apparently, we both had some naughty surprises.
I ran my hand over him a few times, noting how stiff he was, and decided that Donovan was, without question, the gold medal winner of rock-hard dicks.
I was feral for it, and brought my mouth to the head to lick the crown that was peeking out.
He almost immediately pulled his underwear down himself so I could get better access, and his magnum-sized cock almost hit me in the face.
I knew I had a problem when I realized that this man could dick-slap me, and I’d probably ask for more. Jesus Christ.
“Much better,” he smirked at me, but rather than allowing me to come back up to blow him, he pushed me back down. “I’m not exactly sure how much time we have here.”
“Okay.” Like I would have argued with that?
A quickie in the clouds wouldn’t be a problem, I was perpetually turned on by him.
Given he said there was a time issue, I had expected him to dive right in, but instead, he slowly kissed up the inside of my right thigh.
After he grazed his tongue over me, he kissed up my left and grazed over my middle again.
I was getting a little impatient, especially if we were landing soon.
Could you fuck someone while a plane was landing?
If he was balls deep in me, would the stewardess still tell you to put a seatbelt on, or was it a free-for-all?
A small sound escaped my throat when, on his third swipe across, he gently bit my clit through my underwear, and all thoughts of seat belts exited my brain.
“You okay, Chaos?” he asked, and I heard his smile.
“I could be better,” I replied, squirming.
“How?”
“How? You know.”
“I know nothing,” he challenged me. “You’ll have to tell me.”
Oh my gosh. Our first sexual encounter yesterday showed me what next-level sex could be like, but I’d never talked dirty before.
I think the last time I tried to sound a little sexy with him, I said we’d play darts or something equally cringy.
But right now, I was willing to do just about anything to get him to put his mouth on me.
“I want you to … lick me.”
“Lick you?” He flattened his tongue and licked the front of my thigh to be obnoxious.
“No. Ahh. Are you going to make me say it? Oh my gosh. Okay. I want you to lick my … pussy.” I kind of hesitated, then nervously laughed when I said it. The words sounded foreign coming out of my mouth, but when he said things like that to, it was a complete turn on.
“Like this?” And he made his tongue wide and just licked me from my entrance past my clit.
It felt good, but I wanted whatever magic he performed last night.
“I want you to take my underwear off. Do whatever you did last night to my clit. And I want your fingers, too.” The words came spilling out because I recalled how quickly I came when he did just that, but my hand went up to cover my mouth regardless.
“Ah, like this?” In one movement, my thong was off and his mouth and fingers were exactly where I wanted them. My eyes closed in relief and pleasure. That was it. “Yes. Just like that.”
“You see, Chaos, just licking your pussy is not good enough for me. I want to taste you on my tongue when we’re walking around today.
When I close my eyes, I want to feel the sensation of you riding my face.
And through all of the noise in all of New York City, I want to remember the sound of you screaming my name when I make you fall apart on my tongue.
I don’t just want to lick you, I want to worship you until you are coming apart at the seams, and I have evidence of your orgasm dripping down my fucking hand. And then, I want to do it again.”
Can you run out of air on a plane? Because I just did. Holy shit, our dirty talk was not the same.
“Oh my God, Donovan.” It was all I could say.
Within a minute, I felt the pressure building.
He must have noticed because he pulled my clit in his mouth, and curved his fingers and I swear I the heavens opened up for that orgasm.
I couldn’t even catch my breath. When he climbed back over me, he had the condom on already.
He must have done it while he was eating me out, but I was so distracted I didn’t notice.
“How are you so good at that?” I asked before I realized I might not want to know that answer.
“I can read you, Chaos.” And that was the most perfect thing I ever could have heard.
But before I could dwell on the sweetness, he was begging for entrance.
I opened my legs as far as I could, and he pushed slowly inside, coating himself with each thrust. My head fell back because this was what sex dreams were made of.
Eventually, when I was warmed up, he pulled out and rolled me onto my side so I could look out the window while he positioned himself right behind me.
Grabbing my leg, he wrapped it around his body so he could widen me, and then he drove in as I watched the clouds go by.
This was insane.
I could feel his heavy breath on my neck as he completely let loose. His gravelly voice spoke right into my ear, “Fucking Christ, Audra, I’m going to buy a jet just so we can do this all the time.”
I briefly registered the fact that he said he was going to buy a jet to fuck me, but before I could give too much thought to that, my attention was brought to the fact one of his long arms had found their way around my body to my clit.
I couldn’t fathom the how, but I knew that I’d never felt this kind of full-body pleasure before.
Every nerve ending was pulsing, and my heart soared as high as the damn plane.
Mile High Club was the way to go. I braced my hands against the wall of the plane for leverage, as his hips relentlessly thrust into my body.
His breath was getting choppy, and it felt like he was getting close, so I flexed the muscles that I knew gripped his cock.
The garbled sound he made assured me that I was doing exactly what I’d intended to.
“Shit, Audra.” His voice was strained, but it didn’t take much longer to find my ecstasy. As soon as he felt me go off, he tumbled almost immediately after, shouting my name. There was no question as to what we were doing behind the closed door.
As he came down, he gently pulled my hair back to expose my neck and peppered it with kisses before putting his forehead on my sweaty shoulder.
“You are one hot fuck, Chaos.” The words were sinful, but he spoke them with reverence. I turned my head to kiss him because for most of the encounter, it was too hard to do that.
“So, which would you say is better?” he asked. “An orgasm on the cloud bed, or an orgasm in the clouds?”
“You know, I’m a woman of science, and I’m going to need some more data,” I could barely get the words out without laughing.
He didn’t laugh as hard as I thought he would though, and it surprised me because I thought it was funny. When I turned my head to fully look at him, he had an awestruck smile on his face.
“You’re fucking mind-blowing, Audra.”
I couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on my face at his words.
When we righted our clothes and emerged from the room, I was equal parts self-conscious and smug that our friendly stewardess heard us.
I caught her looking at me and our hands.
We sat back down and started up our conversation right away.
Our banter went on for the remainder of the flight, and before I knew it, we were beginning the landing procedure.
I looked out the window to see if I could see New York, and it turned out I could.
We were flying into an airport in New Jersey, so my face was pressed against the window, watching everything go by.
Donovan was right at my back, pointing things out to me, and I couldn’t wait to get my feet on the ground to explore.
We just weren’t going to sleep for the next forty-eight hours, I decided. There was way too much to see and do.
When we exited the airplane, there was a car waiting for us.
In that moment it hit me that I hadn’t done what I normally did, which was google the shit out of someone like Donovan Wright.
Who was this guy? How freaking rich was he?
I mean, probably a question I should have asked myself before I came on the three-day getaway trip.
No, I felt completely fine and safe and knew that if there were any flags on him, Maeve would have shouted them loud and clear.
But who was he? I laughed at the thought that it wasn’t the private plane that sent me into the curiosity spiral, it was the fancy limo car thing.
Before I could continue my thoughts, the back door of the car opened.
Wasn’t a driver supposed to get out of the front, like in the movies?
I mean, everything had felt like a romantic comedy, so I was hoping it would continue.
I guess I got my wish when it played out just like a blockbuster flick.
First, I saw lean legs adorned with a pair of red-bottomed heels, then I saw the hem of her dress more than halfway up her thigh, noted her ample chest, and then her light brown hair expertly curled, and a perfect face.
All I needed was a slow-motion hair flip to complete it.
Maeve had mentioned something about some celebrities hitting on Donovan, and this woman was certainly beautiful enough to be one.
Christ, who the hell was she, and why was she meeting us here? My stomach turned into knots.