Chapter 1 #3
I could lean on Nadir a while longer and get more out of him than free champagne, but I know better than to rely fully on another person. You can never count on them sticking around, and Nadir’s life seems very abundant. He’ll always be able to find something better.
But me? Nadir is the best it’s gonna get for me. He’s as solid as a rock and I’m constantly changing shape depending on the variables.
I could really fucking use his strength right now.
“You can stay here for the rest of the flight. It’s fine if you don’t want to sleep with me,” he says.
I toss him a smile. “Yeah right.”
“I’m serious.”
I bite my lip. What do I have to lose, really, apart from my virginity? Nadir is the first man who’s ever made me want to do something about it.
“I do want to sleep with you.”
He arches an eyebrow and flashes me that unholy smile again. “We should get a move on then.”
“Sure,” I say, glancing out into the cabin. “Only the seat belt signs are switched on.”
“You think that’s going to stop me?” He undoes his seat belt, the metal clinking quite riveting.
We slip out of the suite and into the lavatory. It’s unnecessarily spacious for someone who just wants to pee. But I can guarantee nobody is peeing in here.
The mile high club must be more popular than I thought.
Mr. Medvedev is definitely an active member. This isn’t anything new to him, but sex in an airplane bathroom—and sex, period—are things I know nothing about.
The alcohol helps ease me into it, and Nadir makes it very clear that this isn’t his first rodeo. He pushes me back, caging me between the wall and him.
The light in here is dim, not blinding like it is in the economy laboratories. Dark shadows play on Nadir’s face, sculpting him in all the right areas, sharpening features that don’t really need more sharpening.
I rake a hand through his hair, feeling the volume. His scent is everywhere, already coursing through my veins like the alcohol he served.
He towers over me and leans in for a kiss, devouring me instantly. A moan slips out of me the second his tongue finds mine. I melt beneath him, relying on his strong hands to keep me upright.
Weak knees seem to be the effect when he’s around.
His hands wander places. My torso. My collarbone. He captures my face with one of them and smooths the other over my breast.
Holy. Fuck.
I gasp, not expecting it to feel like that.
His hand remains there, the pad of his finger right where my nipple is. His kiss alone has rendered both of them hard, extremely hard, to the point that they feel more like nails. Any moment now, I’m sure they’ll pierce through the padding of my bra and reveal themselves.
Nadir’s mouth is back, his tongue brushing against mine more fervently now.
My ex’s goal when kissing me wasn’t to make me feel good, but to see how much saliva he could pour into my mouth.
But this is heaven.
This tastes better than the champagne.
“Undo your jeans,” he tells me, looking down pointedly at them. “I want to see you do it.”
“What if I want you to remove them?” I challenge, catching his gaze in the half-light. Somehow, the blue eyes still find a way to bedazzle.
“I want to see you undress. Now.” He pulls back, already stroking a hand over the bulge in his pants. The look of that thing alone has me gagging, and it’s not even in my throat.
I trail my hands to the fly of my jeans, unzipping and unbuttoning until it’s time for me to shimmy out of my pants. They puddle to the floor, and I’m left in nothing but a tank top and lace.
Sexy underwear is my way of feeling put together, even if I’m not dressed up on the outside.
“Red lace.” Nadir’s hands are back on me, sending powerful tingles throughout my body. “It’s almost as if you were planning this.”
“Sure,” I snort. “Tell yourself that if it makes you feel—”
He silences me with a kiss that could honestly silence the world. I melt into him again, tasting champagne and the bergamot in his cologne.
My hands gravitate toward his dick, feeling the length that I’m about to have inside of me. Hopefully it’ll fit.
An episode of turbulence has me sliding down the wall, but Nadir stabilizes me and flips me around, tearing the lace panties. A satisfying but shocking rip fills the air over the drone of the airplane engines.
The only spare panties I have are in my luggage.
Jesus fuck—
Nadir slides his warm palm over my ass cheek, cupping with force to give the area a little jiggle. I disappear into the sensation, a long, uncontrolled moan falling out of my mouth.
He reaches for the place I want him most, setting his hand between my thighs…and the most mind-blowing current zaps through me. The feeling has me up in flames more than his eyes did.
The volts increase as he circles his finger over my clit. I’ve done that to myself a good few times, and it’s never felt as amazing as this.
I shake profusely, grinding on his hand as he picks up the pace.
“Have you,” he starts, “done this before, printsessa?”
“Done what?” I panic, buying myself more time with a question.
How embarrassing will it be to tell him I’m a virgin? He probably sleeps with a new girl every night, and I’ve done this…never. The power between us is already unbalanced. Admitting to being a virgin only makes the power dynamic more fun for him and more humiliating for me.
Power is the only industry this man thrives in.
“Yes, of course I’ve done this before,” I reply, unwilling to stroke his ego and admit the truth. “When are you going to stop talking and actually fuck me?”
The lie isn’t my finest hour and makes me cringe a little, but my desire for this man has no end, tugging on every nerve in my body, distorting right from wrong. A feral need awakens in my belly. I need every last inch of Nadir. Better yet if he feeds some strength into me at the same time.
He flips me back so we’re facing each other again, and hoists me up onto the ledge beside the sink. He opens my legs, gentler than when he initially threw me against the wall, and unbuckles his suit pants.
My jaw falls to the floor. It takes me a few seconds to register that it’s fallen.
That’s a lot of inches to have in you for your first time.
I lose my breath. That thing probably does more damage than good.
But I’m past doing what I’m supposed to, and living every day the same. Cheers to Miami, to beach walks every morning, and freedom from having to be on guard every second of the day. This is a good way to celebrate a new start.
Smoothing my hands over the panels of Nadir’s chest, I feel confident for the first time that things will work out. I will find someone to sublet my apartment and I will find financial freedom. I don’t need to be on Nadir’s level of success. I just need to know that it’s possible.
He spreads my legs wider and feeds his length into me, one inch at a time. I feel myself parting around him, coming into a straddle in order to accommodate him.
My head crashes back against the wall, my back arching with every inch he puts inside. He’s already filled me. And we’re only halfway.
“Good girl,” he says. “Keep your legs nice and wide.” He clamps his hand on my inner thigh, spreading even wider.
I glance down, losing my breath again when I see him filling me.
“How long have you been soaked like this for, hm?” He chuckles another deep laugh, one that rumbles from that dark place in his chest. “You’re a precious little thing, aren’t you?” His hand snakes around the small of my waist, bringing me to him. “You feel just as perfect as you look, printsessa.”
I slap a hand over my mouth, aware that we’re flying thirty thousand feet in the air, separated from the general public by only one wall. I could get arrested for this.
But I know I’m in safe hands with Nadir.
He withdraws to thrust back inside, building a rhythm that I quickly get used to.
“Perfect,” he drawls. “Keep your back arched like you’re doing. Good girl.”
Sensitivity ripples through me, causing me to grip the ledge with both hands. My moans slip right out without a hand there to cover the sound. But I can’t help it. Nadir fucks me into another dimension, one where social cues and other people aren’t a thing. It’s just me and him.
Electricity glides through my body, caressing special spots inside of me that I didn’t know existed. I’ve never tried dildoes, but I often slip a finger up inside myself to feel something other than anxiety. It works, but I’ve never felt as though I’m gliding through outer space.
Nadir feeds his dick into me, every pulse edging me closer to orgasm. I dig my nails into his shoulders and throw my head forward onto one of them, certain I’m gonna pass out.
“Let yourself go the whole way, printsessa,” he encourages, his hands hooked around my hips. “I’m right behind you.”
His spiced breath, the bergamot, the taste of champagne, and the fullness inside of me are all factors that contribute to me exploding.
He keeps me in place on the ledge as spirals of pleasure consume me, but it’s him finishing deep inside that has me going crazy.
His seed fills me, and I revel in the feeling for a moment.
Until I realize this whole thing is fleeting.
When he pulls out, I catch my breath and hop off the ledge, finding my panties, then remembering that he ripped them.
“I never caught your name,” Nadir says while locating his pants.
“Jess. But people call me Jessy.”