Chapter 39
Lucas
I’ve never seen Amelia so excited. She’s walking around my private jet with a huge grin on her face, touching everything.
She’s even noticed the quilted covers over the headrests sporting my initials. As she picks one up and giggles, I realize yet again how much I’ve taken for granted about my lifestyle.
“This is completely amazing,” she says, flitting about the cabin as I sit watching her contentedly.
I’ve barely been able to take my eyes off her since we took off. It isn’t just her figure, her gorgeous hair, and those endless legs that I’m mesmerized by. She’s charmed by everything.
I’ve never been around anyone discovering my world like this. Every woman I’ve dated was from old money. As I watch Amelia, I realize what a muted bubble I’ve lived in for so long. I’ve forgotten my own privilege, and I’m indebted to her for reminding me of everything I should be grateful for.
“Would you come and sit down?” I say, laughing. “You’re making me dizzy.”
She comes and sits opposite me, looking out the window, the bright daylight outside making her perfect skin glow with an almost ethereal light.
My eyes skim over her hair. It’s tied in a braid over her shoulder, and the different blonde hues contrast beautifully with the pale blue blouse she’s wearing.
She doesn’t speak much, enthralled by the clouds, and after a few minutes, I realize I’ve been staring at her like a moon-eyed teenager for far too long.
I look down at my drink irritably, swirling the contents and trying to get my head straight.
The truth is, I was relieved when she told me she would accompany me. She’s never even been abroad. The idea that I’ll be able to give her that experience pushes every possessive button I have.
I only want her to experience things with me.
She looks up at me, white teeth flashing as she drums her fingers on the armrest. She’s like a kid in a candy store, unable to sit still.
“If you want to sleep at any point, that chair goes all the way back; it’s a recliner. Or you can use the bedroom.”
She looks behind her in surprise. “You have a bedroom on the plane?”
She asks it in such an innocent way that I find myself smiling fondly at her. “Sure. There’s a shower, too.”
“Oh my God!” she says, jumping up to go have a look. I place my drink down with a chuckle, following her as she opens every door she comes across, exclaiming at the luxury on display inside.
“You want to take some pictures?” I say, leaning against the doorframe as she inspects the shower. “Maybe Annabelle will want to see where you’ve been today,” I say, and immediately know I’ve hit upon the right topic.
Her whole face lights up, and she gives me a smile that makes me a little weak in the knees.
“Can I?” she asks, pulling out her phone immediately. “Annabelle’s obsessed with seeing the world. We’ve always said we’ll travel together someday.”
“Why don’t you?” I ask and then curse myself for my thoughtlessness.
Because travelling costs money.
Amelia just glances at me briefly, giving a half-shrug as she starts snapping pictures. I stay quiet, hoping that the bonus I’ll send her for this trip might allow her and Annabelle to have their own vacation abroad.
She moves into the bedroom. There are lights above each pillow, and space to walk around on either side, with a small closet at the back.
Amelia walks around the edge of the room as I come inside. I close the door behind me, unable to resist the urge to do something now that we’re alone. A part of me wishes we were here for real, that she had accompanied me as my girlfriend.
When did I become a sentimental old fool?
“I love this room,” she says, spinning in place.
“Me too.”
“It’s the same style as your office,” she says, glancing at my bare feet. “This is like being at work.”
I laugh. “Yeah. Well, I’ve always liked my clean lines.”
“Why is it that you don’t wear shoes, anyway?” she asks, cocking her head to one side.
“Are you complaining?” I ask.
“Not at all. You have beautiful feet.”
I shrug my shoulders, ridiculously pleased by that.
“I never liked wearing shoes, even when I was a kid. My mom would bug me constantly about ‘catching my death’ of cold and force me into shoes when I didn’t want to wear them.
I pretty much wore Tevas all year round just to spite her.
But then I started to like it. Maybe I should make something up, and tell you it’s about feeling grounded and connected to the earth, but really, I just like having cold toes. It helps keep me alert.”
She giggles at that, and it’s a happy, joyous sound. “I thought you were pretty weird when I first joined the company. I wondered whether you might be…” she trails off as her cheeks flush red.
“That I might be an unfeeling asshole?” I ask.
She snorts. “Not exactly that. But I wasn’t sure what to make of you.”
I walk up to her, curling a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and she closes her eyes, leaning into my hand. That simple move makes my cock twitch.
Fuck, where did she learn to look so innocent?
“And what do you think of me now?” I ask, stepping closer, watching her pupils widen with desire as I take her face in my hands.
“You’re not an asshole,” she says with a little smirk, and then shrieks with surprise as I shove her back onto the bed. She bounces harmlessly as I lie my body over her.
I rub my nose against her cheek. “Seeing as we have some time, I thought we might try something new today.”
She raises her eyebrows at me, and I push myself up, looping my fingers around her wrist as I pull her into the bathroom.
“What are you up to?” she asks, sounding intrigued.
“I’ve been thinking about this ever since we got on the plane.”
I tug her toward me, undressing her quickly and efficiently, and indulging myself in running my hands all over her perfect body.
“You really do drive me crazy, you know that, right?” I say, pushing my fingers between her legs as she sucks in a breath.
“It’s cold in here,” she mutters petulantly, and I smile.
“Well, you’d better get in the shower then.”
She laughs as I tug off my jacket, but I stop when her hand comes to rest on my chest.
“Can I undress you this time?” she asks, and I go still, her eyes hungry and dark as she looks me over.
“Of course.”
Slowly, she begins to peel my clothes off, starting with my jacket and then my shirt. Her eyes run over the muscles of my chest, and either consciously or not, she licks her lips. I’m hard as a rock by the time she’s pulling off my pants.
“Get in the shower,” I say, and she slips inside the sliding door as I turn the water on. She yelps, giving me a hard stare when the water comes out cold.
“Huh, I thought it would be warm already.”
“Did I say you weren’t an asshole before?” she says. “I take it back.”
By the time I’m in the shower, there’s steam all around us and, as I move inside, I grab the extra item I’m going to need from my jacket pocket.
I pull her against me, covering her lips with mine, and caressing her tongue as she moans, putting her arms around my neck.
“Warm enough for you now?” I ask, and she smiles up at me through the spray.
“It’ll do.”
I hold up the item in my hand, and she frowns at it.
“Only if you want to, like always,” I say evenly. “But I’ve been thinking about that picture you sent me, and I wanted to ask if you’ve ever used one of those toys as they were intended.”
“You mean… in my…”
“Ass,” I say with a grin. “Yeah.” Slowly, she shakes her head. “Do you want to?” I ask, my cock nudging against her thigh. “It’ll feel great when my dick’s inside you, but there’s no pressure. You can say no, and that’s okay.”
Despite the heat of the water all around us. She shivers as she gives a tiny nod, and I gently turn her around.
Fuck, I could come just from looking at her ass alone.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” I say, taking a bottle of lube from amongst the body wash and shampoo, covering my fingers with it as I slide them over her ass.
She puts her hands against the shower wall, and I have to take some deep breaths to stop myself from fucking her immediately.
I slide my fingers over her body, feeling the puckered hole contract every time I get close.
After several passes, I push the tip of my finger inside and groan at how tight she is.
Slowly, over the next several minutes, I slide my finger into her, crooking it upward, twisting it, and prepping her so thoroughly she’s moaning and pushing back against me by the end.
When I push the plug inside her, she’s trembling, but her body hugs it tightly, sucking it in without any resistance. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I spin her around, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as I hitch up her thigh. I’m so turned on I can barely wait before my cock is pushing at her entrance and I’m sliding inside.
Amelia’s body is tight, perfect, and oh so good, and I can feel the shape of the plug against me as I shove my cock all the way in.
“Can you feel it?” I ask, as she writhes beneath me. I push her back against the wall of the shower, shoving her wrists above her head as I start to push into her with hard, strong thrusts, her feet planted against the opposite wall of the shower.
After only a few minutes, we’re fucking like animals, Amelia’s cries and groans getting louder. She comes explosively, babbling about how good it feels, as I find the end of the plug and push it further in, making her wail in ecstasy as she squeezes my dick so hard I can hardly stand it.
I feel the first burst of cum spurt inside her, and I empty into her body, filling her up to the brim.
I’ve never felt anything so perfect in my life.