Chapter 2 #2
"You say," she muttered. "Serial killers always deny it."
I laughed. "You watch too many crime docs."
"Or not enough," she shot back. "Or I wouldn't have signed that damn contract."
I laughed harder. This woman, fucking fun.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"My island. Vacation spot."
"You damn rich bastards," she grumbled.
"Hm?"
"Nothing." Flush rising. "Don't we need practice?"
"Practice?"
"Being a couple," she stammered. "I don't know you, you don't know me, I'm not sure—" Her face exploded red.
I could tell she was flustered. Honestly? It was kind of cute.
"Yeah, we gotta look like long-time lovers, not strangers," I said. "On the island, we've got a couple of days to rehearse. Crew comes in two. Easy, Avery. I don't bite."
"Unless the contract says?" She blurted, then clamped shut, like swallowing her tongue.
I almost laughed. "Unless you ask."
She glared, face red. "You—you bastard—"
"Just starting, baby." I leaned back, loving it. "One-month deal, remember?"
She turned to the window, ears red too.
This'd be fun. Real fun.
Chopper hit turbulence and bucked hard. Avery screamed and grabbed my arm instinctively.
Her curvy body slammed into me, soft curves pressing tight against my side. I caught the faint shampoo scent in her hair—fruity, sweet. Like summer peaches.
Damn.
"Sorry," she realized, tried pulling away, but another jolt slammed her back into my arms.
This time, her face was buried in my shoulder. I felt her warm breath through my shirt, heating my skin.
"Sorry, sir, just some bumps. No worries." Pilot's voice crackled over the intercom.
"Really sorry," her voice muffled. "Didn't mean to."
"It's fine," I said, voice lower than intended. "Hang on as long as you want."
She looked up, our faces inches apart, breaths mingling. Eyes wide, lips parted.
Damn lips. Pink, full, soft as sin, my cock twitching hard.
"You..." she started, voice shaky.
"What?" I asked, gaze dropping to her mouth.
"You're staring at my lips."
"Am I?" I leaned closer, noses almost brushing. "Maybe 'cause they're worth staring at."
Her face blazed. "It's not in the contract."
"Contract says public intimacy," I reminded, voice rough. "Good practice now."
"The pilot can see us!"
"He's in the cockpit, this is sealed off, he won't come back," I said. "His NDA's tighter than your thirty pages."
"You..." she began, but Chopper bucked again.
This time, I grabbed her—one hand on her lower back, the other cradling her head, pulling her to me.
Then I kissed her.
She gasped, but my lips swallowed it. Softer than I'd imagined, minty taste. I deepened it, tongue slipping in.
She stiffened at first, but seconds later, responded. Her hands climbed my shoulders, nails digging into my shirt. She kissed clumsily, eagerly, like she hadn't been kissed in ages.
Fuck, it felt too good.
My hand slid from her back to her ass, kneading those full cheeks hard—I'd wanted this. She was not some bony nothing. My palm was full of bounce and flesh, every curve screaming ripe woman, spilling through my fingers. Perfect, like I'd pictured.
"Mr. Winchester," She moaned brokenly, voice echoing erotic in the tight cabin. She wanted it, I knew. She needed me like I needed her.
I yanked her closer, rough, making her straddle my lap. Through thin tee and jeans, her inner thighs burned hot against my sides, heat searing through fabric.
"Call me Patrick." I nipped her flushed earlobe, felt her shudder hard from the tingle.
"You—bastard—" she whispered hoarsely, no threat—just teasing, begging for more.
My control snapped. I ripped off her tee, that black lace bra barely containing her fullness. Twin white swells bounced in the dim cabin light, nipples hard peaks through lace.
I dipped down, latched on through the thin fabric, sucking greedy, ravaging.
"Ah! Patrick, here—" Avery arched back, spine curving temptingly, fingers shaking into my hair.
My hand trailed her flat stomach, yanked open her jeans zipper, plunged straight into wet heat. Fingers hit soaked cotton, shocking dampness. Her pussy wept with want, juices turning lace panties sheer.
"What's with here?" I teased, finger flicking her swollen, blood-flushed clit hard. "Admit it, paprika, you're soaked. You want me."
"Fuck you, Patrick." She glared, eyes dazed and foggy, but body honest—rocking, grinding on my hand for more friction.
My middle finger parted those tender folds, felt the hot, rhythmic suck inside, raw sensation drawing a low growl from me.
"I—I—" Her breath fractured.
I yanked my finger out, trailing a glistening thread. She whimpered, disappointed, body chasing the emptiness. I shoved down her jeans and panties in one go, leaving her bare to my gaze and the cabin's chill air.
The sight hit like a punch—throat tight, cock aching hard in my pants, rigid as wood against her thigh.
"Last chance," my eyes burned, voice wrecked hoarse. "Say what you want, or I stop."
She bit her lip, eyes warring struggle and lust.
Then, "No, don't stop. I... I need you. Please."
I grinned, unbuckled my belt.
My cock sprang free, thick and veined, throbbing with urgent need. It stood rigid, the head already glistening with pre-cum, straining toward her like it had a mind of its own.
Avery's eyes widened, locking on it, a mix of shock and hunger flashing across her flushed face. She shifted on my lap, her bare thighs spreading wider as she positioned herself above me, her soaked entrance hovering just over the tip.
"God, Patrick," she whispered, voice trembling with anticipation. "You're... huge."
I gripped her hips, fingers digging into that soft, yielding flesh, guiding her down slowly at first. The heat of her pussy enveloped the head, slick walls parting around me, sucking me in greedily.
She gasped, nails raking my shoulders as she sank lower, inch by inch, until I was buried deep inside her. Fuck, she was tight—velvet heat clamping down, like she was made for this, for me.
Avery threw her head back and screamed, the sound raw and uninhibited, echoing in the confined space. I let out a guttural low roar, the sensation of her clenching around my length nearly undoing me right there.
The chopper hit another pocket of turbulence, bucking wildly. Instead of pulling us apart, it slammed her down harder onto me, driving me deeper.
She cried out again, the unexpected jolt sending waves of pleasure crashing through us both. The vibrations from the engine hummed through the seats, adding a rhythmic buzz that made every thrust feel amplified, electric.
"Shh, not so loud," I growled, one hand clamping over her mouth lightly while the other squeezed her ass. "Pilot might hear. Soundproofing's not that great back here."
She whimpered beneath my palm, eyes wide with a mix of shame and thrill, but her hips kept moving, grinding down on me in desperate rhythm.
The risk, the forbidden edge of it all, only fueled the fire—her muffled moans vibrating against my skin as we fucked in this cramped, shaking bubble high above the ocean.
"Damn, your body's perfect," I rasped, thrusting up to meet her, feeling her full breasts bounce with each impact. "These curves... so fucking lush. Made for this, aren't you? Every inch of you screaming for it."
She flushed deeper, shaking her head in futile denial, but her body betrayed her—inner walls fluttering, squeezing me tighter. "Shut up... you bastard," she gasped out between whimpers, voice laced with humiliated arousal.
I smirked, leaning in to capture one trembling breast in my mouth.
My teeth grazed the sensitive nipple, biting down just hard enough to make her arch and yelp.
At the same time, my hands seized her ass cheeks, fingers sinking into the plump flesh, lifting and slamming her down onto my cock with brutal force.
Each collision sent shockwaves through us, her pussy drenching me, slick sounds filling the cabin over the rotor's whine.
She screamed again, high and sharp, as I pounded into her relentlessly. The chopper dipped once more, turbulence rocking us side to side, but it only heightened the frenzy—her body sliding and grinding against mine in chaotic bliss.
"Call my name," I demanded, voice rough, nipping at her breast while driving up hard, hitting that sweet spot deep inside.
"Patrick!" she cried out, the word breaking into a moan as her body tensed, shuddering violently. Her orgasm hit like a storm, walls convulsing around me, milking my cock with rhythmic pulses. She screamed it again—"Patrick!"—riding the waves, nails scoring my back.
That pushed me over. I roared low, thrusting one last time, burying myself to the hilt as I released, hot spurts filling her, our bodies locked in shuddering release.
We rode out the aftershocks, breath ragged, sweat-slicked skin sticking together. The chopper steadied, but the air hummed with what we'd done.
Then, reality hit.
Avery went still on my lap, like a cat caught in the act, eyes huge with shock and fury.
"We... we just..." she stammered, still dazed.
"Yeah," I said, helping fix her rumpled clothes. "We did."
"God, amazing sex, never thought—Oh no, no! I just fucked my boss. So unprofessional. Oh, shit!"
"But instinct, right?" I said, zipping up. "Damn good fuck, wasn't it, paprika? Honestly, Avery, best Valentine's gift ever. You're incredible."
She glared, face exploding red. "Don't call me that, you asshole."
"You didn't call me that earlier," I reminded. "You called me—"
"Shut up!" She clapped a hand over my mouth, eyes full of embarrassed rage. "Huge mistake. Won't happen again."
"If you say so," I said, smirking.
She scrambled off, collapsed into her seat, frantically smoothing her hair and clothes. Her lips were swollen, neck marked with my hickeys.
Damn, she looked wrecked by me. I loved it.
"Just... turbulence," she muttered, deluding herself. "Adrenaline. And... and..."
"And you're into me," I added.
"I'm not!"
"Avery," I leaned close. "Lying's not for good actresses."
She opened her mouth to argue, but it stuck. We both knew.
"This," she said finally, voice shaky. "Pretend it didn't happen, okay?"
"If it helps," I said, settling back.
But we knew—this was just the start.
Fifteen minutes later, the chopper touched down on the island.
Avery bolted out first, like fleeing a crime scene.
I followed slowly, watching her back, lips curving.
This month? Fun.
Real, real fun.