Chapter 34
Chapter Thirty-Four
Madison
I had no idea what I was doing. I had no idea what was coming over me, but what I did know was that I wanted him right now and I didn’t care who was watching. In fact, as I stared into his eyes, my heart burning with affection for unbelievably saying all the right things, I had to admit that it thrilled me that she would be in the galley and that she would hear.
But I didn’t care. I was, however, concerned that he would.
“We don’t have to go too far,” I said as I slanted my head and kissed him. Given all the contention so far, my tears, my heart, and my despair, this kiss had to be the sweetest thing that I had ever tasted.
He didn’t hold back, and I treasured him even more for it.
“This is my plane,” he said. “We can go as far as you want.”
“Golden fucking words.”
Smiling, I stared into his eyes, and as the time seemed to stop, it truly felt like I was in heaven. It also helped immensely that when I looked out toward the window, all I could see around us were the clouds.
With his arm wrapped around me, he began to kiss down my neck, savoring every inch of my skin, and I gave myself wholly to him.
He said we had the rest of the trip, and since I had already thrown a monumental tantrum and needed things with him, I was sure that I was going to be cautious before making the same mistake twice. Hence, all I could see was a very smooth and decadent remaining six days.
He grabbed my breasts in that almost violent yet stimulating way of his. There was something about the way he held them that made butterflies flood my stomach. It was just so carnal, so possessive, and as a result, I couldn’t keep myself from grinding on him even if I wanted to.
There was too much of a barrier between us. Too many clothes, but I could still feel his hardness between my legs rubbing on my clit. The friction was exquisite, his smell intoxicating, and his warmth so goddamn sweet I couldn’t help but moan.
He pressed a button then, and I was somewhat startled. Soon, however, as the frosted glass slid shut all around us, I realized there was actually a provision for privacy. As I looked around in surprise and then returned my attention to him, he explained.
“I got the plane for business, so I didn’t imagine I’d need the private room. This, though, was a last-minute provision included for extremely private meetings.”
“This is business, Sir,” I said, and as I reached behind me, then my bra came unhooked. “And an extremely private meeting.”
“I love your smart mouth,” he said. “You know this, right?”
My heart skipped several beats in response, and this was incredibly dangerous. He could say things like this to me, but I understood his intention.
And so, recalling my admonition to myself not to overthink, I accepted his mention of the word and stored it deep in my heart like a treasure. His mouth moved to my breasts then, and as the sheer pleasure coursed down to my core at his kisses on my nipples, every stray and unnecessary thought was instantly wiped out of my head.
“Too many barriers,” he eventually said, and I completely agreed.
I rose to my feet when he finally let me go, and he watched, his chest heaving as my hands went to the button of my slacks. I unbuttoned them, and underneath was one of Emma’s sexiest lingerie. She would be so incredibly proud that I wore them, and that they were now live in action, but at the time earlier that morning when I had slipped them on, she was the farthest thing from my mind. It was just that I wanted to feel desirable, even as, due to my fight with Hunter, I had felt as though there would never be any use or need for that again. He had let me in in a way that I was very well aware that he let little to no one in, and I had turned it into a fight.
“Well, not anymore,” I said to myself as I thanked my past self for choosing to wear this absolutely sinful piece.
I put a note in my mind to thank Emma for it the next time I was on the phone with her, and it took everything inside of me not to resist taking a picture of him as well as he took in the sight with unbridled appreciation.
“Is this something I should know about you?” he asked as he coolly headed into the string that held the fabric to my waist.
“You dress in sexy underwear when you’re mad or having a hard time. I hope this is true because I expect to intervene from now on.”
Once again, my heart squeezed and hurt because he was speaking as though we had more than this. As though we had a future together. I knew him enough to know just how much he hated deception and manipulation, so he was saying all these things because perhaps he saw some sort of future between us when we returned to Manhattan. It was probably not going to be a full-blown relationship, but it did make me feel as though he had some kind of plan that was indeed exciting.
There was so much to look forward to. I quickly stepped out of the pants, and they puddled on the floor and I sink down to my knees. His hand instantly went to his belt to unbuckle it, and by the time I reached him, I instantly took over. In no time, his gorgeous, solid cock was exposed, and my mouth began to water. In the light of day, I could see every inch of it, and my heart fluttered in amazement. It was fucking beautiful—pink flushed and so aroused, veins strained against the sides. I took my time and licked up and down the gorgeous length, committing every inch of it to memory. I understood now that all of this was a dream, this exquisite, beautiful kind, but it was bound to end, and I didn’t mind. It was already better than anything else I ever had, and as a result, rather than bemoan the short timeframe, I was going to give myself to every single moment with complete abandon just like this, and just like now.
“Look at your eyes,” he said. “They’re sparkling. You love my cock this much?”
"You have no idea," I replied, parting my lips and wrapping my mouth around his throbbing head. I loved his taste in a way that I couldn't describe. It was uniquely his, and I couldn't get enough of it. A few sucks, and he was already leaking desire into my mouth. I licked him further downwards to his base, and once I began to pull his balls into my mouth, I knew I was unraveling him.
At first, he remained calm, but when I began to jack him off in tandem with sucking his balls, I understood that I was overwhelming him. He didn't hold back as he threw his head back against the seat and moaned. He was louder than I had ever heard him, and I understood that there was no holding back with me, at least. I relished his reaction.
"I understand," I said as I sucked him even harder. I straightened then, and he leaned forward to kiss me. It was so carnal, so sinful, and when he pulled away and smiled, I knew he was thoroughly enjoying himself.
"Keep going," he said, leaning back against the chair, and he didn't have to ask me twice.
"Yes, Sir," I said, and continued.
He hardened first as I milked him, and it wasn't long before both of my hands joined in the sweet assault. Finding that rhythm and pressure that drove him wild was always a thrill. With one hand wrapped like a vice around the base and the other moving in tandem with my mouth up and down his length, I blew him until he couldn't remain still.
Having a man who was so in control with everything else in his life completely lose it as a result of my hands and mouth was indescribable. My jaw hurt, but I didn't stop, and soon enough, I was rewarded with his release.
Grabbing my hair, he loosened the band, and just like that, it was flowing over my face.
"Beautiful," he breathed, but as I glanced up at him, I deeply suspected that he wasn't exactly seeing me. Perhaps a blurry visage was more appropriate because his eyes were too glazed over with pleasure.
After kissing me on the top of my head, he leaned against the chair, and in the next moment, he was spurting harder, and I almost choked on his cum. I didn't want to waste any drop of it, so I kept his dick in my mouth and sucked as hard as I could until he couldn't take anymore.
He was breathing so hard at the end of it that he couldn't catch his breath.
It took a while for him to recover, and by the time he did, I was now seated astride on his lap. I watched him as I pushed his hair out of his eyes, but he still couldn't look at me as he tried to get himself under control. I kissed him once again and dove into the whirlwind of emotions that made him ready to go again.
“You’re going to be the death of me," he said as we broke slightly apart for a moment. I smiled as I continued to grind against him, and then I grabbed him, unwilling to wait any longer.
He reached his hand underneath me to stroke my clit, and I threw my head back, enjoying it just the way that I wanted. I knew that she could hear us, and I couldn't believe just how turned on I was.
But I was enjoying him unfathomably, and I was glad that she would hear and know, so hopefully, she would know how to back away.
One of his fingers slipped inside of me, and then another, and I began to ride it. Biting down on my bottom lip, I savored his touch until he kissed me once again and let go. I understood then that he had gotten the feel that he wanted and had handed the reins back to me.
Beyond wet, I slipped the dark lace to the side and hoisted myself up, positioning him at my entrance. Watching him, I did the same to him as I lowered down on his length, and once again, he shut his eyes. I moaned as he entered me because I wouldn't ever get used to how big he was.
I could see it clearly in real life, but there were no words to describe how decadently he fit inside of me. I was stretched so sweetly and filled so thoroughly that I couldn't help but collapse against him, needing to process this, needing to know how to handle this.
I couldn't stay long without moving, even though I didn't want it to end. But once again, the admonition to live in the moment came to mind, and the enjoyment of this current moment, in particular, was so sweet. My heart wanted to fly out of my chest, perhaps because we had fought and reconnected, but I felt so damn close to him in a way that I never had before and couldn't believe was possible. Our hearts beat as one as he held me, and as I fucked him in and out, I moved my hips, pulling out just until hid tip was at my entrance and then slamming back down onto him.
Eventually, I rose completely and sat on the couch with my knees underneath and by his sides. I guided him back to my entrance and moaned loudly. I began to ride him then, and he nearly lost it. I could see the veins throbbing by his temples, down his neck, and feel the sting of his hard grip as he reached behind to grab my ass. He was every bit as intoxicated by this moment as I was, and we both didn't want it to end. My pace increased, and so did his thrusts, trying to make this as hard and impactful for me as possible.
"Oh," he moaned. "Fuck," he swore as he continued to mold my ass. It felt so good. He felt so good, and so did I. I leaned forward to kiss him, finding a way to grind myself. My legs were literally no longer on the ground, and neither was my sense in my body. It felt as though it was somewhere on the clouds, floating by, lounging, and sipping on a daiquiri, having the time of my life. I wasn't jealous because nothing could compare to this feeling right now. The feel of his dick hit me at just the right spot over and over again as I fucked into it, chasing the unbelievable sweetness and thrill. Eventually, though, neither of us could keep up. I was trembling all over while he was clenching hard and cursing.
I couldn't really appreciate it due to the intensity of the situation, but a corner of my brain didn't miss the novelty of it at all.
He cursed in real life, especially when one of his employees momentarily pissed him off, but only there. I could still recall the first time I had heard it. He rarely got angry, despite how strict he was with his work, but when he did, he was scarier than the devil.
“Fuck, I adored this man ,” my heart couldn't help but sing as I wrapped my hands around him in desperation.
I cried out as I came, pleasure rampaging through my body like a storm. I could feel the hard clench of his abdomen as well as his collapse against me as he began to come as well. His entire body spurted and tensed yet I didn’t stop riding him. I couldn’t stop even if a gun was held to my head. Pleasure had completely taken over both of us and reduced us to nothing less than animals. Unable to control ourselves, unable to catch our breath. Eventually though, and thankfully when it was announced that we would soon be landing, I had no choice but to regain my senses.
Sure, the privacy screen was helpful, but I was sure that couldn't remain as it was as we descended, so I was forced to open my eyes and that was when I found that he was watching me as well. He brushed my hair out of my face so affectionately that I was almost sure he was falling in love with me, and if this was a stretch, he looked at me as though he was seeing me for the very first time.
“I have to say,” he said. “I am incredibly glad you came along on this trip. I cannot believe I would have taken it alone.”
This made me smile, unfortunately, however, I didn't have much time for much else as I got up and collapsed onto the seat beside him. I was so exhausted I almost dared to fall asleep but, in his arms, solely in his arms.
“Hello, Sir,” we heard the air hostess call.
“Yeah,” he replied as he unhurriedly began to redo his belt buckle.
“We’ll be landing soon so you have to put your seatbelt on. And take the screen down if you don't mind. My apologies for the interruption.”
“No need,” he said as he zipped up his pants.
I was too lazy to handle myself and bolder than ever.
“Sir,” I gave him a look after he was done, and he laughed because he knew exactly what it was. He grabbed my pants and pulled them onto his lap so that he could help me get dressed as well. I felt so pampered and so special but none of it compared to when he spread his seatbelt between us and then extended the seatbelt around both of us.
“Ready to land in Phuket?” he asked into my ear as he nibbled on my earlobe.
“I am,” I replied and turned around to kiss him.