Esme
Flying in private jets and helicopters was nothing I wasn’t used to. I grew up surrounded by the fairy-tale extravagance that every girl wished for. But it was boring as hell.
Getting to sit in the copilot chair, watching Malcolm fly, seeing and hearing everything from a completely different perspective, was invigorating. My heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest from the excitement—the joy of simply hearing his laughter through the headset.
He set the helicopter on the roof of a building that stood high above most of the other skyscrapers surrounding it. Night had fallen and the light pollution blocked out the stars above, but I was so fascinated by the man beside me I couldn’t have cared less about the view around us.
How he spoke, the command in his tone without the bark of disrespect when he responded to another person in our headsets, was sex. His hands on the controls, the way he reacted on instinct and years of experience, made my body heat. His sheer confidence in everything he did was sexy as fuck.
Once the blades fully stopped rotating, he unfastened himself before taking off my headset and undoing my buckles. “Are you hungry?”
“Starving,” I told him breathlessly, biting my lip to hold in a moan when his paw-like hands trailed over my thighs.
Malcolm gave me a predatory grin. “Food first, baby girl. Then I will feed any other cravings you need fulfilled.”
“Promise?”
His affirmative grunt was all I needed before I placed my hand in his and let him assist me from the helicopter. The building he landed on had to have taken up at least four blocks. Near the helipad, there were multiple elevators, all of them covered with security personnel. When the elevators opened into the garage several floors below, there were two SUVs waiting on us. I wasn’t surprised to see Otto and Astro standing outside one of them, but from the way Malcolm went still, I knew he was.
“Where did your father find those two?” he asked, giving my guards chin lifts in respect before assisting me into the back of the second car.
“Other than a few theories that no one has confirmed—but has never denied either, by the way—I don’t have a definitive answer for that. All you need to care about is that I trust them with my life, and they are my friends.” I noticed the back partition was already up, separating us from the driver, and I leaned in close and whispered to Malcolm. “Oh, and they’re married. But I will rip your balls off if you ever use that information against them.”
Surprise brightened his eyes for a moment before he grabbed my face in both hands and kissed me so hard I melted into the seat. But the kiss barely started before he broke it, rolling his forehead against mine. He did that a lot, especially when he was feeling overwhelmed. “I’m so fucking in love with you.”
“Malcolm,” I whispered, my heart squeezing with a happy little jolt. It was too soon to be feeling all the things crashing through me at hurricane-force, but there was no doubt—no regret—that I was sure about what I was feeling. “I love you too.”
I barely got the words out before he was pushing me farther into the interior of the SUV. His giant body followed. Somehow, the door shut, I vaguely felt the vibrations of the vehicle come to life, and we began to move. That was all that registered while Malcolm’s mouth feasted on me. My lips, my neck, any flesh he could touch, he kissed. Marked.
Mindlessly, I clawed at his jacket, his shirt, his skin, craving to be closer. His touch and kisses made me half blind with need. There was no way I would survive not having this man fuck me. It didn’t matter if I was still sore after my first time or not. That discomfort was nothing compared to the pain from the pulsing agony I felt.
Pushing my clothes out of his way, he rubbed his face across my belly before his hot breath was on the damp material of my panties. I heard the distinct sound of the cotton being ripped away. There was no time for cool air to hit my sex before his mouth covered my slit, his tongue spreading my lips and consuming everything I had to give.
Nails scraping over his scalp, I screamed his name so loud my throat felt raw as shudder after shudder quaked my body. All it took was a pop of his lips on my clit and I was coming on his tongue, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted all of him inside me.
“Please, Malcolm. Please .”
“I got you, baby girl,” he murmured, pushing up my body. His mouth was wet with my desire as he attacked my lips again, giving me a taste of myself while he notched his freed cock to my entrance. He pushed in slowly, feeding me an inch at a time. I tried to rock my hips faster to take more of him at once, but he grabbed my waist, ensuring I didn’t rush.
“Not so fast, . I don’t want to hurt you.” He pulled back and then thrust forward a little more. Stars burst in front of my eyes. He was so thick. I was tender, but the pleasure far outweighed the discomfort. “That’s my good girl. Let Daddy in, sweetheart. Fuck, you’re so tight.”
“You feel so good, Malcolm. Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Oh god. God. Oh!” My head thrashed from side to side, and I wasn’t even sure if I was speaking English or French. Each thrust felt more intense, like he got bigger or I got tighter. I was so wet for him, I would have turned into a human slip ’n slide if he weren’t so big, trapping me in place beneath him.
“Your little pussy is already fluttering around me, baby. Nothing’s ever been this good before. I won’t last. You’re going to steal every drop from me just like you stole my heart, .”
Ripple after ripple of pleasure exploded inside my body. Every one of my senses stopped working as I shattered into a million pieces.
When I blinked the world into focus again, Malcolm had flipped us so that I was spread out on top of him. My ear was pressed to his galloping heart. His bear-sized hands stroked lazily up and down my sweat-coated back. I had no idea what time it was or what part of the city we were in. I was too blissed out to care. The only clothing I still wore was my skirt, which was haphazardly bunched around my waist. His jacket was gone, and most of the buttons on his shirt were missing. I grinned, kissing the tattoo on his chest.
“I hope dinner is takeout in bed naked,” I mumbled, feeling his come leaking out of me as the driver stopped at a random red light.
“I can make that happen.”
“That whole eat-first directive didn’t go as planned, huh?” I teased. “Maybe save us both a lot of time and unneeded frustration going forward and simply give me what I want, when I want.”
“You keep telling me you love me, and I will give you anything you want, baby girl.”