Chapter 8 A Suitable Punishment #2
I freeze like that, pushing in and in and in as complete euphoria zips down my spine, pooling in my pelvis, my balls contract.
My cock twitches deep inside her as I come, I curse and moan incoherently, my face pressed against her neck right behind her ear.
My orgasm seems to go on forever, the pulse and release deep inside her, and I fear by the time I'm done, she'll be overflowing, and that thought just makes me want to come even more.
I remain sprawled on top of her for a few long moments until finally, she starts to squirm. I push back slightly and mutter, "So that's what all the fuss is about."
She turns her confused eyes on me as she asks, "What?"
I laugh shortly, shake my head as I straighten, slowly pulling my dick from inside her. "Coming inside a woman. I had to give it a few shots to know for sure, but now I think I’m starting to understand."
I step back, my eyes focus between her legs.
I use a tissue from the box on the table, clean myself slightly.
I tuck myself away, still watching those pink pussy lips now glistening with the proof of my release, and I have a sudden urge to fuck her again.
And then she asks, "You've never come inside a woman? "
"Well, to be clear," I respond, my eyes lifting to meet hers teasingly. "I've never come in anyone."
She gives me an incredulous look and I laugh again, my hands pulling her underwear up and her skirt down, then I pat her on the ass. “Now you get to sit with that for the rest of the flight."
She frowns as I help her move from the table. And then she stands beside me and glares. "I can't just sit in it. That's not hygienic."
Roll my eyes as I say. "It's a short fucking flight, princess. I think you'll be fine."
Her glare intensifies. She opens her mouth to say something further when there's a knock on the door to the plane and Declan's voice comes through. "Are you decent?"
Cassidy's eyes close, her lips pressing together as her cheeks turn bright red.
Her hands press against her face as she mutters to herself, something about God and strength that has me chuckling.
I grip her hand, giving her a tug so she opens her eyes, pulling away as she whisper-shouts, "I don't want to ruin the seats. "
It takes me a minute to understand her meaning, and then I grimace slightly, raising a hand, dictating for her to wait. She remains standing beside me rather awkwardly, twisting her fingers together in front of herself.
“It’s all clear, Dec," I yell, laughing again as the door opens and Declan pops his head in, looking around cautiously. Noting it truly being clear, he steps through the doorway, keeping his eyes on me as he walks toward us. Feeling incredibly childish, I ask, "Hey, Dec, you got a towel?"
I say it just loudly enough that the crew who entered just behind him would be able to hear me, so when he turns back, one of them automatically throws him a towel. He doesn't miss a step as he closes the distance between us, tossing the towel against my chest with a slight grin.
Placing the towel on the seat beside me, I then motion for Cassidy to sit there. Declan remains standing in the aisle, eyes still slightly averted until Cassidy is seated and has stopped fidgeting.
She's staring out the window intently, her spine ramrod straight, and for a moment I second-guess my decision.
But then she gives me a little intense side eye and I feel less bad, but I do lean forward, placing my hand on top of her bare thigh as I whisper, "Our secrets are safe here, Cass. It's just between us."
She visibly relaxes at my words, and this time, when she glances at me, some of that belligerence has been replaced by relief.
She gives me a slight nod and glances over at Declan almost shyly.
Declan, of course, immediately beams at her with that trademark Declan charisma oozing out of his fucking pores. I kick him under the table, drawing his attention to me as I say, "Don't fucking do that."
Somehow, he turns his smile up a notch as he asks, "Don't do what?"
"Don't play fucking stupid with me, man," I sputter. "Don't fucking look at her like that."
Now his smile turns rather predatory, and even though I know it's all for show, it still pisses me off. When he slowly slides his gaze back to Cassidy, his hand extending across the table, I slap it away.
His eyes turn back to me questioningly, and I grit out, "Don't fucking touch her."
Declan throws his head back and laughs, obviously enjoying my uncharacteristic response to something so trivial. I glance at Cassidy, who's looking at the two of us in confusion, and after a moment, Declan stops laughing and inclines his head toward her as he says, "Declan Hughes, at your service."
The expression on his face is no longer predatory, but I don't believe that Declan Hughes has an expression that isn't attractive to women.
Sure enough, Cassidy's eyes widen slightly and then she averts her gaze, shifting to her lap briefly before turning her attention to his face as she responds, "Cassidy Logan. Pleasure to meet you."
The fact that she uses the word pleasure in conversation with Declan Hughes also irritates the shit out of me.
It's all I can do to keep my mouth shut, because I know anything else I say will only encourage Declan to keep pushing the envelope.
Sure enough, he shifts a little closer, moving to lean on the table, when he stops with his palms hovering over the surface, turns and looks at me as he asks, "Is this sanitary? "
Cassidy chokes, and it takes me a moment to understand what he's saying. And after a moment, I respond, "Yes. You're good."
Declan shrugs slightly. "Not that I technically care, but I like to know what I'm putting my hands in beforehand."
Cassidy squirms in her chair. I look over at her, smiling as I say quietly, "Don't worry. The mess was contained."
Her eyes shoot to mine, and she punches me in the arm as she exclaims, "Rennick Rafferty. You stop that."
I can't stop the self-satisfied smirk that grows on my face. I'm saved from having to respond when Declan says, "Don't worry, love. I highly doubt there's anything that shocks me anymore."
I kick him under the table again, and this time he glares at me slightly as he says, "It's just a word, Ren. I'd use it on you, too."
I intensify my glare slightly and then relax back in my chair, turning my attention to Cassidy as I ask, "Where's your witness?"
She lifts her eyes to mine and shrugs. "Don't have one."
I raise my brows at her. "We need two witnesses."
"I figure we'd just grab someone who's waiting around."
Frowning, I curse under my breath, but I'm saved from having to respond when Declan says, "I'm sure I can provide another witness. No big deal."
"Where is your lovely wife?" I ask slyly.
He takes his eyes from his phone where he's been tapping out a message to glare at me, and I smile innocently.
Then he turns his attention back to his phone, continuing to tap away as he responds, "Coincidentally, she's waiting at home for some of our family to arrive so she can whisk them away for some pampering.
They should be there soon, so she should be able to deviate from the original plan for a quick stop in Vegas. "
Groaning, I ask, “How long will it delay us?”
Declan makes a face, then waves a hand at me. “It’s not like we have to rush right to the quickie ceremony. For fuck’s sake Ren.”
“But that was the plan.”
Declan’s phone vibrates, and he glances at the screen, smiling broadly at whatever is written there as he responds, “And plans changes.”
“What if I don’t want the plan to change?” I snipe, annoyed that this may take a lot longer than anticipated.
Declan sets his phone on the table, his amused gaze clashing with my annoyed one. “You can attempt to have your way, but let me assure you that it won’t matter one iota now that these ladies are coming to Vegas for a wedding.”
“It’s not that kind of wedding,” I argue, earning a light chuckle from Declan who responds, “It’s always that kind of wedding, Ren. You’ll see.”
I can see from the expression on his face he’s not joking, so I do the only thing I can under the circumstances.
I sit back and shut my fucking mouth.