Chapter 5 – Will
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“I hate to break up the party”
Will
“Let’s just check once and see.”
Sitting beside me in the private jet Mom and Dad chartered for their Seattle-based guests, Drew swivels in her seat to look at me. One brow raised in that unimpressed way she does so well.
“Will. It’s been less than four hours since we started trying. No test is that good.”
She peers over her shoulder at Silas and Vesper who are sitting across the aisle. Turning back to me, she lowers her voice. “You need to exercise some patience.”
Drew wants to keep the fact that we’re trying a secret from everyone—even family—until she’s twelve weeks.
Does she not know me well enough yet?
I’m around thirty seconds from making an announcement that we’re procreating, keeping an actual pregnancy quiet for three months is not in my skillset.
“Do you feel any different?” I ask, grasping at straws.
She nods, and my heart leaps into my throat.
“Yes, William. I now feel annoyed that you keep asking me to take a test when there is zero chance of it reading as positive.”
I sit back in my seat as Drew starts talking to Vesper about her birthing plan for her official due date next month.
“Do you think it’s more likely to happen if we fuck at thirty-thousand feet?” I whisper into her right shoulder so only she can hear me.
Drew pauses her sentence, bright blue eyes much darker than when I last looked at them.
Since we’re not in a position to truthfully explain where we’re going, I silently unclip her seat belt, take her by the hand, and lead her toward the restroom.
“Will,” Drew hisses. “Do you know how obvious this looks to everyone?”
I glance over her shoulder at the rest of the cabin.
Vesper has gone back to watching whatever movie she has playing, Silas is listening to something through his headphones, and Mason is asleep, having crawled out of bed just before we needed to catch a ride to the airport, and hasn’t said two words to anyone since last night.
Tristan is typing into his phone, likely using the onboard WIFI to message a girl about a hookup, and our recently traded goalie, Rhys Sharpe, is staring off into the distance.
“No one cares what we’re doing,” I tell her, pushing into the bathroom and locking the door behind us.
God bless my parents for booking a jet with a sizeable bathroom. I’m sure my sex-life was at the top of their priority list.
Drew squeals when I hoist her onto the black marble counter next to the sink and hitch up her yellow summer dress.
Her bottom lip disappears between her teeth as she watches me unloop my belt and push my jeans and boxers to the floor.
“We need to be quick,” she rushes out, hooking her panties to one side.
I groan out “Fuuuck,” when I notice how wet and ready she is for me.
After sucking two fingers into my mouth so I can tease her a little more, I slowly guide them inside her hot cunt, causing her back to arch and her tits to press into my body. Her nipples are hardened peaks, taunting me through the thin fabric of her dress. I don’t think she’s wearing a bra …
“You wore this dress because you wanted me fuck you in the air, didn’t you?”
Her response in nonsensical. I fucking love that she loses her mind whenever I touch her.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I say, curling my fingers toward her front wall.
She isn’t coming—yet—but her pussy tightens around me and gushes down my hand.
I crouch down and withdraw my fingers, replacing them with my tongue.
Drew balances her feet on my shoulders. She’s wearing her hair down today, and all I want to do is wrap it around my fist and pound into her from behind. The harder I come, the more likely she is to get pregnant.
Okay, I know that’s not technically correct, but the thought hardens my dick to the point of pain.
“Are you ready for my cock?” I tease, sliding a finger back inside her entrance and sucking her clit between my teeth. “Because you sure feel like you could take my baby.”
Her walls quiver around my finger, toes curling in the cute blue sandals she’s wearing.
Fuck me, my wife is perfection.
“Will…” Her breathing is labored, my name a faint whisper over the plane’s engines.
“What do you want, Drew?” I toy with her.
“I want… I need…”
I pump and suck her through an orgasm as she muffles her cries with a hand over her mouth.
“Stand up, turn around, and watch me in the mirror.”
Cheeks flushed pink and lips parted in shock, Drew does as I say, holding her dress in one hand as I slide her damp panties down her legs.
She watches me in the vanity mirror hanging over the sink.
“I think the owner of this plane is one of my mom’s best clients,” I muse, notching myself at her entrance. “If they try and sue me for banging my wife in their property then she might have a conflict of interest on her hands.”
Drew quirks a brow and I slide home, mouth popping open as I fill her. We don’t fuck in this position nearly enough for my liking.
“Who knew that a lawyer would have such a naughty boy for a son?” she jibes, pressing her ass against my groin.
I take her deep and slow on the first few strokes, pulling out and gliding back in so I can stretch her out on repeat.
“And who knew such a rule-abiding girl would let her husband plow her while their friends sit only a few feet away from us?”
My dirty words ignite something inside her, and she spreads her legs wider.
“Fucking you pregnant is my new favorite hobby,” I grind out, my hips pistoning into her.
I couldn’t give a shit if anyone can hear us—or at least the things I’m doing to my wife’s body. Call me performative, but my dick hardens at the thought.
Drew grips the counter hard, her knuckles turning white.
I pull out and a small protest leaves her lips. “Don’t stop.”
Pressing my pointer finger into her pussy, she observes me through the mirror as I collect her arousal and move my finger to her ass.
My dick is back inside her when I ghost the tip of my finger over her tight entrance.
“I want to play with both of your holes.”
Drew wants me to as well; I can see the desire as it dilates her pupils.
“Relax for me, Baby.” I softly breath against her skin, falling over her so we’re chest to back.
I work my finger inside her slowly, cautiously, our eyes fixed on each other in the mirror.
“It feels so good, Will. You feel amazing.”
Another knuckle and my finger is over halfway inside when I straighten up behind her and wink, a filthy smirk creeping onto my face.
I’ve fooled around with her ass before, but I haven’t fucked her pussy at the same time.
“Don’t get all cocky with me, William, or I’ll start talking about butt plugs.”
My head lolls forward, shoulders shaking with laughter.
“Fuck me, Drew, only you could mention my parents during sex, and I’m still hard as stone, desperate to screw you into submission.”
Her jaw slackens, and I jackhammer into her, ripping a squeal from her lungs.
“That’s what I thought,” I playfully scold, pushing my finger the whole way into her ass and stroking her in a synchronized rhythm with my dick.
My wife is hanging on for dear life, fingernails scratching at the counter though her eyes never leave mine.
“I’d fuck you in the ass, but I need to give you my baby first.”
And that’s her undoing. The point at which she crumbles in front of me.
I drive deeper and faster right as the captain announces our descent into Seattle.
Nah, buddy, I’m high as a fucking kite right now.
“No one,” I grit out, falling back over her body and gently biting down on her right shoulder. There can be no hiding what we’ve been doing in here the past ten minutes so I might as well leave a legacy on her skin. “No one,” I repeat, “Will ever love anyone as much as I love you, Mrs. Jones.”
Pressure builds at the base of my spine and I spill inside her, sliding a hand over her mouth at the final second before she comes too. She screams her climax into my palm, and I press my finger into her ass one final time, determined to make this the best mile-high experience she’ll ever have.
“I hate to break up the parade.” Silas’s urgent voice travels through the locked bathroom door and Drew’s head snaps in its direction. “But if you two don’t wrap things up in the next thirty seconds, I’m afraid I might piss all over said parade instead.”