Chapter Seventeen
I was quieter than usual on the way to the airport, choosing to focus my time and attention on the passing scenery instead of making small talk.
While I had come to love living in New York City, it had nothing on Saint Petersburg.
And my home city was one I might never see again.
It wasn’t safe here, even if I was married to Kingston.
King! The day I ever called him one of those would be the same day I needed to have my brain checked.
The man was so infuriating and arrogant.
It was so annoying because he was so damn hot, and he was one hell of a lover.
It would’ve made things much easier on me if he had a small dick, or at least a pencil thin one.
I didn’t need to actually enjoy a single second of time with him, but somehow, some way, I did.
That left a sour taste in my mouth that I kept the entire way to the airport.
There was a private plane waiting for us, so at least I didn’t have to fly commercial.
There would be some distance between us that I desperately needed.
I got out of the vehicle and stood in front of the plane.
Leaving Russia almost brought a tear to my eye, as I had already done this part before.
It was only seven months ago when I left this place and thought I would never be back.
“You’re looking like a lost little puisín,” Kingston said as he came up behind me.
“A what?” I asked him as I turned in his arms.
“Puisín?” he asked, to which I nodded. “Kitten.”
“I said to call me Kat?—”
In a flash, his hand shot to my neck, and he gripped my throat with his hand, but did not squeeze. “I much prefer kitten. You’re a lot tamer like one.”
“Or so you think,” I replied, and he shrugged it off. “And I don’t care what you pre?—”
“Shh,” he said before leaning in. “I don’t want to spend the next several hours arguing when we could be doing something much more pleasurable.
Keep that sexy little mouth of yours closed until I give you a reason to open it.
” My mouth shot open, and he placed one of his palms in front of it until I closed it.
“Much better. Now, we need to get ready to leave if we expect to get back to NYC on time.”
“You’re right. We should leave. The sooner I get away from you, the better.”
Going back to the city was for the best, although I knew what it would include.
Kingston had already told me that I needed to let my studio go.
That wasn’t a big deal, but moving in with him would be.
Outside of my father, I’d never lived with another man before.
I also had never been married, and separate living quarters would surely send tongues wagging.
The least amount of attention we could draw to one another, the better it would.
“Are you coming?” he asked, and it was then that I realized he had already started toward the plane without me.
I fell into step with him, and soon Kingston helped me onto the private jet. It wasn’t the largest one I had ever been on, but it was plenty big enough for us and Nolan. The other man pushed past us, and I watched as he inspected the last seat before turning toward Kingston.
“All clear!”
“Do you often have to worry about sabotage or?—”
“Very powerful men are after you. I’m taking no chances.”
I shook my head, but stayed quiet even though I knew this wasn’t about me.
Well, maybe he was a bit concerned about Aram Grigoryan, but even so, I doubt he would follow me around the globe to sabotage a plane.
If he planned to take anyone out, it would be Kingston and not me because Aram still wanted me to be his wife.
But I was Ekaterina Brannington. It still didn’t slip so easily off the tongue, but I suspected that would change with time.
I quickly sat in one of the seats and made sure to choose the one with the small table in front of it. I dropped my cell phone and purse down, then kicked off my heels as I watched Kingston take his seat in the one right across the aisle from me.
There was a wall directly behind our seats, and behind it was an area separated from us by a thick curtain, which went from the roof of the plane to the floor.
Nolan disappeared behind it, and I picked up my cell phone.
The pilot, Lane, introduced himself to us, and the solo flight attendant quickly went through the safety spiel before Kingston banished her with a wave of his hand.
She disappeared behind the curtain with Nolan, and I leaned back farther in my seat as the plane began to move. Several minutes later, it ascended, and once the altitude evened out, I unclenched my fingers from the table.
“What’s wrong?” he asked me, and I turned to my left to look at him.
“Leaving my homeland for what could be the last time, I feel as if I should cry, yet I feel numb. There should be sadness...anger...or even denial, but instead there’s a nothingness there.”
“I know this had to be difficult for you, but I’m sure we’ll return at some point.”
“Maybe?” I said with a nonchalant shrug. “The best thing I can do is go to sleep.”
“Is that what you really want to do, puisín? Sleep?”
I could see the way his eyes darkened, and I had a very good idea what things he would rather fill this time doing. A slight ache formed between my thighs. Something about this man drew me to him like a magnet, and I hadn’t been able to resist him yet.
“What do you have in mind?” I asked him, even though I already knew.
Kingston got up, then walked to the curtain, which he opened just enough to stick his head through.
Because of the thick material and his hushed tone, I couldn’t hear what he had to say, but when he returned to his seat, he kicked his shoes off.
I watched as his pants came next, followed by his boxer shorts.
His shirt came last, and when he was gloriously naked in front of me, that ache intensified.
My mouth watered as my eyes dropped to the metal piercings on the tip.
“Have you ever been initiated into the Mile High Club?” he asked me.
I knew what it was, but I had never gone down on a man in a plane. Shaking my head, I ignored his smirk as well as the small flare of excitement building inside of me.
“If you wanted me to suck your?—”
“I want you to do more than suck on it, puisín. I want you to gag , then choke on my dick.”
He never failed when it came to being blunt, and the way he enunciated certain words and had the smoldering look to match them only made him more lethal. I slowly dragged my tongue over my bottom lip until he came closer.
Now just a hairsbreadth away from me, I looked up at him as he towered over me. “Join me on my side.”
With those words, he moved back to his seat, but before he did, he threw the pillow from his seat onto the floor. There was no need to delay the inevitable, so I slid out of my seat and moved over to him. As soon as I dropped to my knees in front of him, I heard him groan.
“So excited already, and I haven’t even touched you,” I mused aloud.
“Which you need to remedy now,” he said as he wrapped his hand around the back of my head, then drew me closer. “Suck it!”
“Bossy, too,” I muttered before drawing my hair together. As if he knew what I wanted, he replaced my hand with his.
Without my long mane tickling my face, I leaned in even further, then touched the tip of his cock with my tongue.
There were already a few drops of precum dotting its head, and one or two of them made the metallic piercing glisten.
I lifted my lashes at him, and when he mouthed his earlier order, I lowered them once more.
I took the head of his cock into my mouth, then laved the tip like it was a lollipop.
The more I did, the more my mouth watered, and a minute later, I pulled away.
I gripped the head, which was wet from a combination of his precum and my drool, and using it, I slowly dragged my wet palm down his entire length.
Once or twice, he would groan out loud, especially when one of my manicured nails would flick against one of his piercings.
I didn’t want to tease this man any longer, so I ran my tongue down the same trail that my hand had just taken. My tongue ran up and down his shaft multiple times before his grip on my hair tightened in warning. Finally, he jerked my head back to hold it in place.
Kingston tapped my lips with the engorged tip of his cock, and when they parted for him, he thrust into my mouth.
I clamped partially down on him, eliciting a growl.
Using my tongue and teeth, I knew he would feel the latter as they grazed every long inch of his cock.
He was making a few different sounds that were sexy as sin, all while keeping my head still.
He began to fuck my mouth, starting slowly at first before he increased his speed.
Kingston went deep with every thrust, and I wouldn’t be surprised if there wasn’t a puddle on the pillow by the time he let me up. He might have me on my knees right now, and he might even be controlling this blow job, but I was the one in ultimate control, which he would learn one of these nights.
This particular one, I just wanted to be fucked senseless by him.
Knowing he would focus his own wicked tongue and mouth on me next, I surrendered to him.
It wasn’t long before he had me gagging as he angled my head so he could fuck me deeper.
And as promised, he also made me choke each time he filled my mouth, then held my head still as he twitched against my throat.
“Fucking Christ,” he groaned out. “I’m about to come, and I don’t want you to waste a single drop.”