Scott #2
“Hmm. Where to start, where to start?” This time, she tilted her hips up all on her own. I hissed as her pussy rubbed against the straining bulge in my pants. “Have you fucked in a plane before?”
“What do you think the answer to that is?”
“Didn’t want to make any assumptions.” Another delicious rock of her hips. “I suppose you’ve been blown before too.”
“I feel like answering might incriminate myself.” I’d been a whore before her. I’d made no secret about that. There was very little that I hadn’t done at least once.
But I hadn’t done nearly enough with Tessa. And I wanted to do it all over and over and over. I’d known her so briefly, and yet I knew in my gut that I’d never be tired of her.
Was that too much to admit? So soon?
I kissed a trail down her skin, pausing when I realized I had the perfect view down her dress. Her tits were incredible, plump and firm. I could get off just from looking at them.
“You know what I haven’t done?” I unbuttoned the top button of her sundress. Then the next button. Then the next until I could unhook the front clasp of her bra and let out her gorgeous tits. “I’ve never made you scream in an airplane.”
She leaned away, a taunting grin on her face, though I barely paid her expression any notice because now my eyes were pinned to her breasts.
I wanted to cup them in my hands, play with her nipples, make them stand up sharp and proud.
It had been more than three days since I’d touched her bare skin, and I was physically aching from withdrawal.
But I didn’t want to be too eager. Didn’t want to go too fast. And I was so close to relief that the anticipation was almost as good as the actual touching.
“You know what I’ve never done on a plane?” she asked, and now it seemed like she was trying to wriggle out of my hold.
I loosened my grip, curious where this was going.
She slipped off my lap to kneel on the floor. “I’ve never sucked a guy off.”
My dick was stone, but somehow it got harder.
The suggestion that she would soon have her mouth on me was definitely arousing, but even more so was the knowledge that I would be some sort of a first. I’d never been the hypocritical type who expected or wanted my women to be innocent.
Still, something primitive unleashed in me.
Some base need to own as many of her firsts as possible.
“Have you fucked in a plane before, Tessa?” The lab had told us we wouldn’t get our results until Friday, so that meant another couple of days of sheathing up, but I wanted in her so badly, I didn’t even care.
She shook her head, that teasing smirk on her lips. “Good thing our flight’s long enough for all the naughty things because my mouth wants to join the mile-high club first.”
I needed my cock out, and I needed it out now.
I forced myself not to open my pants up at record speed, not to stuff my cock into her waiting lips and frantically fuck her mouth to release. I didn’t want to just take from her. I wanted to take what she wanted to give.
Okay, maybe I wanted to prompt her a little bit too.
I reached out and twirled a lock of her hair around my finger. “Take my cock out, baby. I want to see how pretty you look putting it down your throat.”
She either sensed my urgency or she was feeling it as acutely as I was because her fingers were nimble and quick as she undid my chinos and worked my dick out from my boxer briefs.
Her hand was cool as she wrapped it around my solid heat. I watched as she brought her palm up to wipe the bead of precum off my crown and bring the moisture down to slicken her grip on my shaft. I watched her eyes, big and brown and dilated with excitement.
Her intent desire made my cock throb against her palm.
The plane leveled off, our cruising altitude reached, and movement behind the curtain reminded us that we technically weren’t alone. I knew from experience that our attendant wouldn’t dare to come out without being summoned, but Tessa’s gaze flew toward the sound.
“Don’t worry about anyone but me,” I ordered.
Then I remembered who was kneeling before me.
Realized her expression hadn’t grown cautious but more heated.
“She might even be listening. She said she wouldn’t, but she could be.
She might even want to take a peek. You better give her a decent show, let her see how well you treat my cock. ”
Tessa’s eyes grew even darker. Her tongue came out to wet her lips, and then she ran it along the length of me, from my head to my base, like she was following a drip from a melting ice cream cone.
I groaned when she traced the thick vein back to my crown with her tongue. When she swirled it around my tip, it was too much.
“Stop being a tease,” I said, my voice rasping. “Put it in your mouth, Tess, or I’ll put it in for you.” So much for taking what she gave. Lust had changed my agenda.
“Always have to be the man in charge, don’t you?”
I wanted to be the man in charge. I rarely felt that I was, though, especially with her. With her, I felt like the man my father treated me like I was—wild and out of control and desperate. So, so desperate.
That desperation made me want to grip onto power that I didn’t have.
Abruptly, I leaned forward. With one hand wrapped in her hair, I pulled her mouth down to the head of my cock. “Too much stalling. Time to suck.”
She opened her mouth to say something, but I didn’t give her a chance to form any words, thrusting my cock inside with a tilt of my hips.
God. Damn. Goddamn perfection. Heaven. A hot, wet paradise wrapped around my dick.
That’s what it felt like being inside her mouth, her tongue pressed up along the underside of my cock, her cheeks sucked in to make a tight channel as I pushed all the way in.
All the way in. Until my crown was tickling the back of her throat, and my balls were tightening, and I had to fight not to come.
I closed my eyes against the intense pleasure. Slid myself out and pushed back in then opened my eyes again, wanting to watch her take me, wanting to watch her struggle with my length and size.
Tears leaked down her cheeks, which probably should have made me back off, but it somehow turned me on even more.
She was the picture of a wicked fantasy come true, with her mascara running and her lashes blinking away the moisture and her lips stretched around my width.
I was seconds away from letting go and fucking her with abandon, using her mouth for my needs only.
But as wild as she made me feel, I was aware of an undercurrent.
It wasn’t calm exactly, but it was sure.
It was steady. A river of profound emotion that flowed deeper than the primal waters of lust, reminding me that Tessa Turani was not a woman I just wanted to use. She was a woman I wanted to love.
Could I love her?
Did I?
It wasn’t something I could accurately assess when my cock was pushing at the back of her throat. I could, though, get myself together enough to treat her with respect.
If that was what she wanted.
With every last bit of effort I had, I steadied myself, rocking in and out with shallow thrusts.
“You’ve got to give me a sign to let me know this is okay.
” But I was too greedy to pull out all the way so she could say the words.
“If it’s not okay, put your hands on my knees, and I’ll stop immediately. Okay?”
Her hands flew up and behind her back, the opposite direction of my knees, and in case I didn’t get the message, she let out a deep moan that reverberated along my cock, making the spot at the base of my spine pulse.
“You like this?” I asked as I shoved all the way in, needing to be sure. “You like choking on my cock?”
She nodded, the movement causing her to gag.
I was fifteen solid seconds of pounding away from one of the most intense orgasms of my life.
Once I really let go, I wouldn’t be able to stop, so I prepared her now.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, Tess. I’m going to fuck your mouth now, hard, and I’m not going to stop until I come, and when I do, I can put it down your throat, or I can put it on your tits.
Keep your hands where they are if you’re going to swallow it all. ”
Her hands stayed firmly behind her back. Honestly, I would have been just as happy decorating her chest, but fuck. If she wanted to take my cum down her throat, I was damn well going to give it to her.
With her clear consent, I held her head between my hands and unleashed, pumping into her at rapid speed.
She was breathtaking with her eyes watering and her tits bouncing, but the thing that really got me was her deep-throated moan, a sound that said she wanted more of me.
Wanted the best and the worst of me. Wanted it all.
At least, I wanted to believe that’s what it meant. I let myself pretend she couldn’t mean anything else as I stuttered against her lips and groaned as my release ripped through me. I emptied myself inside her, leaving my cock firmly lodged to the hilt until I was fully unloaded.
I was still shaking when I loosened my grip on her head and slowly withdrew. She didn’t swallow until I was all the way out, her throat bobbing when she did, and I was halfway back to being hard again.
But first, her…
“That was the best head I’ve ever had.” I wiped the smeared mascara from her cheek. “Was that okay?”
She smiled coyly, glancing toward the curtains that hid the main cabin from the flight attendant. “Would have been better if we knew for sure she knew what we were doing.”
Damn, she was one dirty girl. My dirty girl.
I planned to claim her in every way she’d let me.
“Well, then,” I said, tugging her back to my lap. “This round we better make sure we make you scream.”
“This place is a palace,” Tessa said three and a half hours later when we walked in the front doors of my grandpa Irving’s house in Key Biscayne.
An almost ten-thousand-square-foot Mediterranean-style home on ocean waterfront with stunning views—yeah, it was pretty spectacular.