Chapter 23 Good Girl
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
GOOD GIRL
Harlow
As the moments pass, I care less and less about who’s on the other side of that cockpit door or that they could walk through it at any moment.
I arch my back and press into him as he continues to torture my nipples, going from a barely-there touch to a pinch and back again. “There’s something about you, Devon.”
His hold on me drags south, his hands grip my hips as he presses into me where I want it most—my clit that’s aching for him. “What is it about me?”
My breath is heavy in my chest. I forget about everything but him. “You make me feel safe. I haven’t felt that way in a long time.”
As he pulls in a breath so deep, his wide chest expands further. One hand slides around to my ass the other heads straight for my sex where he hooks a finger into the gusset of my panties. When he slides his finger through me where I want it most, I’m wet and slick against his touch.
A moan slips from my lips.
His stare heats on me. “After yesterday, I’m more determined than ever to keep that promise, baby. I don’t just mean from bullets and exes and stepmoms. I mean this.”
I rock against his touch. It feels so good. I never want this to end. “You’ve become an escape. The longer I’m here, I never want to go back to wherever I was.”
His gaze drags down my body and lands on my sex. He turns his hand and slides two fingers inside me, cupping me possessively and never looking away.
“Never expected this,” he says in a low, gritty tone.
“I came to America for no other reason than to bury myself in work because I was so fucking miserable. I wanted to forget about the life that was taken from me. Your wedding came around and I thought I’d have to deal with a pain-in-the-ass bride for a few days. And I wound up here.”
I lick my lips and try to move on him, but he doesn’t let me. His hold on me is resolute. I’m impaled on his fingers, while his other hand grips me so tight, the tips of his fingers tease my ass. If he let me move, his touch would no doubt claim a place that’s never been touched.
Still...
I want to move.
So badly.
“Was I?” I ask on a shaky breath. “A pain in the ass?”
He drags the tip of his middle finger over the entrance to my literal ass.
I shudder.
His heated gaze drops to my breasts and hardened nipples.
“Hardly.” He looks up at me. “You’re the exact opposite.
I’ll expend every ounce of energy for you.
The only thing that’s a pain my ass right now is that fucking you would be pushing the boundaries to a level I’ve never been.
I packed condoms in my suitcase which are in cargo and not my back pocket.
This is one problem I did not plan for accordingly. ”
“Damn,” I breathe. “And since I’m practically naked, that really sucks for me. I’ll carry them in my purse from now on.”
“You’re still going to come, baby.”
I wrap my hands around his chorded forearms to try to move. “Thank God.”
His tongue sneaks out to wet the crease of his full lips. “But you’re going to have to earn it.”
My eyes widen. “What?”
He lifts his chin. “You want to move, don’t you?”
I try to shift, but both hands tighten on me, and his middle finger in back moves enough that the tip breaks the barrier.
My head falls back, and my eyes close.
When he presses in farther, I moan.
“You want to come, baby?”
I have to fight to drag in a breath. The feeling of being impaled by him in two places is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I have no words, but I do nod.
He lifts a shoulder. “I could sit here like this for eternity. But if you want to come, you need to ask for it.”
My breasts rise and fall with quick, shallow pants, and I didn’t think it was possible for me to be wetter, but I am. I feel it in his grip.
By the look in his eyes, he can feel it too.
“Ask,” he demands. “If you want it bad enough, beg. I’m not letting you move until you do.”
My eyes fall shut as my heart races. I swallow over the lump in my throat, but Devon doesn’t keep his promise.
He moves.
And it’s in the form of his finger in my ass.
He slides it in farther. Maybe even a whole inch.
“Devon.” His name slips through my lips on a groan. “I need you.”
“I’ll let you move, baby ... after you ask.”
My grip on his forearms tightens and my nails press into his skin.
A small smile forms on his lips, but the only other response I get is his finger—specifically, more of it.
“Dev—” I start, but he interrupts.
“We don’t have all day. I bet we’re flying over Ohio by now. Beg.”
“Please.” The word rushes from my lips through my desperation and need. “Please, let me come.”
He pulls his finger out a tad before pushing it back in. “Do you like this?”
My teeth sink into the delicate skin of my lip, but I barely feel the bite. The only things I feel are his touch and his hot gaze.
He growls my name out in a demand. “Harlow.”
“Yes,” I admit. “I think I love it.”
He slides his finger in and out again. The sensation is new and overwhelming, and I didn’t lie. I love it. But then again, I wonder if there’s anything with Devon I wouldn’t.
“Please,” I repeat, and this time the word comes from my soul. “Please do something. Give me something—anything.”
“That’s more like it. You’re such a good girl,” he croons. My heart swells. This time his finger in my ass doesn’t just slide in and out, but gives me a swirl, like he’s trying to stretch me. The more he moves, the more I become accustomed to his touch ... there.
“I like this, too, baby.”
“I’m glad,” I tell him the truth. I’m not sure why it makes me so happy that this pleases him. Sitting before him splayed on his lap with him tormenting me shouldn’t bring me this much joy, but it does. I glance toward the cockpit and back to him.
He tips his head to the door where two men sit on the other side. “Does that excite you or scare you?”
My heart pounds in my chest. “Both.”
He nods approvingly of my answer and shifts his hand that’s cupping my sex. He shifts his seat and widens his legs, splaying me farther. The thin straps of my thong bites into my skin as he makes more space for his hand.
Space.
I can move.
I arch my back and grind into the palm of his hand.
“There you go,” he croons. “Do what you want, baby. Anything you want. I’m just here to watch.”
Why is that hot? He sounds like he’ll get off on this as much as me. There’s no way. I’m impossibly wet in his hold, and the way he’s leering at me looks like he wants to flip me over on this sofa and fuck me into next week.
But I put all that out of my mind when my clit connects with the palm of his hand for delicious friction. Warm and firm, I can’t get enough. He made me wait—no, he made me beg—and worked me up into a frenzy. My insides are coiled so tight I fear I may explode.
I rock and buck on his lap, fucking his fingers in all places. Every time my clit connects with his hand, I get closer and closer. And every time I move, his other finger stays right where it’s planted.
“Fuck, I might come like a teenager just watching you,” he growls.
I can’t control my pants or moans as they fill the cabin around us. I forget about the pilots, my family, my ex, and the drama brewing in every direction of my life.
I grip Devon’s shoulders for more leverage and do exactly what he commanded. Devon’s fingers move with me as I do exactly what he told me to do—make myself come.
When I fall off the edge, it’s intense and cosmic. Stars form behind my eyelids as I press into his hold to ride out every ounce of my orgasm. My gasps and cries echo through the cabin, but Devon does nothing to quiet me.
When I’m spent, I fall forward to his chest. Devon pulls his hand out from between us to wrap his arm around me, but his other stays possessively in the place he claimed and professed to love ... my bottom.
A sweat breaks out over my heated skin, and I shiver as I feel the cool AC wafting down on us. I press into the warm skin of his neck as I come down from an epic orgasm at thirty thousand feet.
He strokes my back as my pulse settles. The action is sweet, affectionate, and a complete contradiction to the man who still has his finger casually in my ass.
It takes a few minutes, but I finally get my breath back to a healthy, rhythmic state.
Devon puts his lips to my ear as if he searches for privacy after what we just did. “Do you feel better?”
I don’t move other than shifting my face enough to press my lips to his neck. “How did you know I needed that?”
His fingertips trail up and down my spine. “You were wired—and not in a good way. I could tell from the moment you sat your fine ass on this sofa. I had to take care of that.”
“And take this?” I wiggle where I’m still impaled.
I feel his smile against my temple and gasp when he presses his finger inside me once more before pulling it out completely where he rests his hand under my dress on my cheek. “You said you liked it.”
I lift my head far enough to look into his eyes.
“I dare you to find anything that I don’t like about you.
But if I remember correctly, you said you loved it.
” I return my face to his neck. “Just an FYI, Devon, I’m not nearly as brave post orgasm as I am in the moment. We don’t need to talk about it.”
He scoots down into the sofa and leans his head back to the wall. I snuggle into his lap. “Then you need to get used to it. I’ll talk about what I want to do to you all day long, every day of the week. Don’t test me. I will win.”
I press into his cock that’s still rock hard and trapped in his trousers like it’s doing the hard thirty for some international crime. “I feel bad. We really need to carry condoms with us. What about you?”
He drags a hand through my hair and coils the end before giving it a gentle tug. “You’ll get me back. I’ll make sure of it.”
I yawn and close my eyes. “Maybe I’ll make you beg.”
A chuckle rumbles from his chest. “With you in my life, I’ll happily beg for anything.”
“Right,” I say sarcastically. “I’m sure you’ll beg right after you tell me I’m a good girl.”
His fingers come to my chin, and he forces me to look up at him. His blue eyes are intense. “Make no mistake, Harlow. Those are not empty words. If I said it, it’s true.”
I stare up at him, humbled, as he holds my practically naked body to his chest.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
His words are not a whispered response. They’re firm and resolute. “You’re welcome.”
Emotion fills me. “Why do I feel like this is exactly what I need? What I’ve needed my entire life?”
He leans down and presses his lips to mine, never letting go of my chin. “Because it probably is.”
I nod.
When he releases my face, I press my cheek to his chest again and lose myself in his heartbeat.
Strong.
Unwavering.
Steadfast.
Yes.
This is exactly what I need.