Chapter 10 #3
He reaches down and slowly undoes his belt buckle and trousers.
I swallow hard. His cock is a heavy, straining presence behind his briefs, and my mouth waters with the need to take him down my throat.
I release his cock, and it springs eagerly towards me.
He groans as I bend and run my face along his length before burying my face in his groin.
“You smell so good here,” I say dreamily, inhaling his rich, dark scent.
“Don’t tease.”
I wink at him. “Well, you know how I always do as I’m told.”
“I do not know that. In fact—” He breaks off, sucking his breath in as I take the crown in my mouth and start to suck. “Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he whispers as I set to work.
Soon his dick is sloppy from my spit, and I’m jacking him as I try to cram his big cock down my throat. I’m fully in the zone, so it takes a second to realise he’s pushing me away.
“Take your clothes off,” he orders.
I spring to my feet, already tugging at my hoodie. I should be worried that the air hostess might come back in, but Mac wouldn’t let that happen. I stop as another thought occurs to me. “What if the plane crashes?”
He blinks. “I beg your pardon?”
I wave my hand down my body. “If the plane crashes, I’ll be naked.”
“If the plane crashes, that will be the least of your worries.”
I put my hands on my hips. “It would be very embarrassing.”
He’s biting his lip, his eyes twinkling. “We’ll say the wind did it on the way down.”
I narrow my eyes. “Will anyone believe that?”
He groans. “For the love of god, Wes, it’s been weeks . I want to see you naked.”
His eyes are greedy as they roam over me, and I nod, agreeing with his haste.
My cock continues to throb, and I’m desperate to have him inside me.
I throw off my clothes quickly, and he makes no attempt to slow me.
Instead, he fists his cock and begins to stroke.
“Bend over,” he says when I’m done. “Show me that hole.”
I gulp loudly and spin around. I lean over, resting my hands on the table opposite our seats and spreading my legs.
He inhales sharply and I jump at the touch of his hand.
He gently traces the globes of my bum, lingering, and I shudder, arching into his touch.
His finger flirts down my crack, circling my hole.
The thought of how I must look forces a moan from my throat.
His hand comes down with a crack, and I jump, crying out at the sharp pain and then moaning again as his hands immediately caress the abused area, sending tendrils of heat through my body.
He repeats this process again and again, and before I know it, I’m leaning fully on the table, my arse sore and no doubt red.
I hear jumbled words and realise with a shock that it’s me panting and whining like a dog in heat.
My cock is so hard that it’s left a drooling, sticky trail on the table, and I’m shoving into his touch.
“Stand up,” he snaps.
I hasten to do as he says, standing still for a second when dizziness sweeps through me. It’s hardly surprising, as all the blood appears to have left my head and pooled in my cock. I turn to face him.
“Come here.”
His big, strong hands grab my hips, his grip punishingly tight and so fucking good. He leans in and takes my dick into his mouth. The heat is shocking—tight and wet and amazing—and before I can stop myself, I shove in, grunting as he swallows around me.
I immediately pull back. “Sorry,” I stammer. “That was rude.”
He looks up at me for a long moment. His eyes are dark and hot.
Then I gasp as he explodes into movement, shoving me to the floor.
He crouches over me and takes my cock back into his mouth, sucking hard and bobbing his head over my groin.
I can’t help staring at him because the sight is so fucking hot.
He’s fully dressed and I’m naked with my dick glistening with his spit, his lips stretched wide around it.
His hand cups my balls, and I feel the telltale tingling in them.
“Going to come,” I grunt. “Wait. Where are you going?”
“You’re not coming yet.” He lowers himself to the floor, lying on his back next to me. “I want you riding me.”
“That’s a fucking brilliant idea,” I exclaim.
His eyes twinkle. “I do have a few. Thank you for noticing.”
He pulls off his tie and jacket and opens his shirt, his long fingers working the buttons.
He spreads the cotton out as I stand over him.
Then he shoves his trousers and briefs down.
His cock springs up and he nods so I lower myself down until I’m sitting on his groin.
His cock rubs up behind me, pressing against my crack, and I lean back hissing as the head catches on my hole.
“God,” I whisper.
He nods, his face drawn tight with control. I love that about him. I can lose control completely, Mac stays aware, watching my reactions and ensuring I’m okay. It makes my brain shut down and my thoughts wonderfully dreamy.
His hands rise, and I expect him to touch me, but instead, he folds them behind his head as casually as if he’s lying in bed.
I stare at him. “What are you doing?”
He winks. “You’ve finished your exams and are no doubt full of deplorable energy, so you can do all the work this time.” I blink at that novel idea, and he nods at his jacket. “Lube is in the pocket. Get yourself ready.”
“You’re not going to do it for me?”
He shakes his head. “No. I’m going to watch.”
I shudder, and his eyes darken, but he stays still, as cool and collected as if he lies on aeroplane floors with a naked man on top of him all the time.
Maybe he does. I push that horrible thought away and reach for his jacket, quickly finding the sachet of lube.
I tear open the packet, squeeze the contents onto my fingers, and then reach back to stretch myself.
It takes a little more effort than usual, because I haven’t had him inside me for weeks, but soon I’m leaning back into my fingers, writhing on his lap as my cock bobs.
He watches me, his face set and hard, his eyes fierce, his breaths becoming louder.
I add a third finger, and the stretch burns as I wriggle on his lap.
His cock is a hard presence behind me, painting a wet stripe on my back while I pant and whine.
Abruptly, I’ve had enough. “I need you inside me.”
I reach back to grab his cock. It’s hard, hot, and thick in my hand, and he arches into my touch as I notch the crown against my hole and slide down on him.
Even with the prep, the stretch is on the edge of being painful, and when he’s fully in, I stay still in his lap.
He watches me, his hands now clutching my hips tightly.
A bead of sweat rolls down his temple, and the sound of our breaths roars in my ears.
I try an experimental wriggle, hissing in satisfaction.
The burn has stopped and is morphing into the familiar heat that means we’re both struggling with control.
I realise my eyes have slid shut when he grips my arse and squeezes. “Wes?”
I blink and look down at him.
“There’s a present in my bag for you.”
“ Now ?”
His lip twitches. “Now is the best time for it.”
Completely intrigued, I reach for his bag, snagging the handle and pulling it down. The movement makes him groan and his eyes squeeze shut as I move on his cock. Then he forces them open and nods at the bag. “The box in the paper.”
I find it and pull it out. It’s a long, thin box wrapped in… I blink and look closer. “This is happy graduation wrapping paper.” I look at it again and then down at him, and a suspicion occurs. “Did you wrap this?” I say incredulously.
“Would I do that?”
“Probably.”
His cheeks are flushed, but he nods at the box. “Open it.”
I tear at the wrapper, and the paper comes away easily, revealing a long brown box. I open it and gasp. “It’s a Fleshlight.”
He smiles up at me. It’s tense because he’s stuffed inside me, but it’s a genuine smile. Then his expression becomes knowing. “I’m in the mood to be generous so I can fuck you, and you can fuck that.”
“God, this is the best present in the entire world’s history of gift giving,” I say reverently. I hasten to tear open the box and pull out the Fleshlight. The toy is made of clear plastic and the opening already glistens with lube.
“I already washed and prepared it. Fucking hell .” He groans loudly as I clench around him. “ Fuck .” Droplets of sweat are visible on his forehead. “Use it,” he snaps.
Nodding frantically, I settle back on his lap.
We both groan when the new position seats him more deeply inside me, the head of his cock rubbing against my prostate.
I fumble with the Fleshlight, my fingers slipping and sliding as I put it in position.
My cock notches into the opening, and I slide it all the way down my shaft.
I cry out, the sound high and reedy, as I’m engulfed in pleasure. I’m not sure where I’m feeling it most—in my arse stuffed full of his cock, the almost cruel grip of his hands on my buttocks, or the slick, dirty feel of the Fleshlight hugging my cock.
He levers his hips to shove more forcefully and the action fires my blood. Pressing down on his shoulder for balance, I use my other hand to manoeuvre the Fleshlight, sliding it up and down. The feeling is amazing, and I shiver and whine as Mac thrusts into me.
His head is thrown back, his eyes blazing a hot blue. Following his avid gaze, I catch a glimpse of my cock gliding through the Fleshlight’s clear plastic. The squelch of the lube is obscene, and the dirtiness of it all makes me moan.
“I’m close,” he grits.
My eyes widen. He’s usually the king of the long, hard screw.
“Come. Now,” he commands.
I nod frantically, grinding down onto his cock, feeling the head hit deeply and almost painfully inside me. It’s so good, like scratching an itch after being forced to wait.
I writhe in his lap, slamming the Fleshlight down on me.
“ Fuck ,” he roars.
His semen jets inside me and then I’m gone, shooting into the grip of the toy as Mac rides out his orgasm.
We lie panting in a sweaty heap for a few moments, my body draped over him, my head tucked into his neck.
His hand has come up to play with my hair.
The feel of his spunk seeping out of me is so sexy, but the best part about being condom-free is lying like this for a while. Almost like cuddling. Stealth cuddling.
“Shit. That was so good,” I finally say in a dreamy voice.
He chuckles, his chest moving beneath me. “You liked it?”
“Like having two men at the same time.” He stiffens, and I look down at him. “But the best part of it was that it was still just you and me,” I say with complete and utter honesty.
“You don’t fancy a threesome, then?” His voice is casual, but something about the utter lack of expression makes me think my answer means something to him.
“No. I tried it once, but it wasn’t for me. How about you?”
I hold my breath. Is he going to want to do that with me? I relax when he shakes his head immediately.
“It appears we agree on that, Wes.” He makes a moue of distaste. “I can’t believe I’m lying on an aeroplane floor. God only knows what’s on this carpet.”
“On a private jet? Probably gold thread and the tears of angels.”
His laughter is loud in the small cabin, and I smile as he pushes me off and gets to his feet in a graceful movement I couldn’t imitate if I had practised for a week.
After pulling up his trousers, he fastens them and tucks in his shirt.
He looks down at me, and his eyes flare with renewed interest. God knows what I look like.
I’m naked apart from my T-shirt, which is rucked up around my shoulders.
My nipples feel sore and sticky, and my cock is limp and lying against my hip.
“Are you getting up today, or shall I leave you like this for the next passengers?”
I consider that. “Probably not wise. They might fall under my spell and take me away from you. I hope you’ll duel for my honour.”
“That sounds appallingly energetic.” His tone is light, but there’s something dark and secret in his eyes. I wonder what he’s thinking. His expression clears, and he holds out a hand. “Come on.” I stare back at him without moving, and his eyebrow rises. “Wes?”
“I’ll only get dressed if you eat and watch a film with me.”
“I beg your pardon.”
I make myself shrug. “I want you to eat something. I bet you haven’t eaten all day.”
“And you’re prepared to lie there until I do?”
I grin at him. “Yep, and until we watch a film. I’ll let you choose the film, though,” I finish magnanimously.
“Hmm. What a suspicious honour. I think I’ll choose the one called I Don’t Want to Do That , and then we could watch its sequel, And You Can Lie Naked on the Floor for Eternity and I Won’t Change my Mind . I heard that’s very good. It even won some awards.”
I bite my lip to keep my laugh in. “I don’t think they’re very good choices. I happen to know they scored some Razzies.” His mouth twitches, and I decide to push my luck. “ Please . It’s my first time flying.”
“And to celebrate that you want me to eat and watch a film?”
“No, I want you to relax for an hour.”
“There’s barely fifty minutes of the flight left.”
“That’s okay. We can watch an episode of The Jackal instead.”
“A series ?” he says, looking horrified. “That implies a longstanding commitment.”
I raise my hands to my mouth, aping The Scream painting, and his lip twitches. Finally, he grimaces in capitulation. I restrain my sound of triumph because the floor is actually getting very uncomfortable. “One episode?” he checks, and I nod. “Very well, then.”
I jump to my feet and reach for my clothes.
He raises his hand. “I have one condition.”
“Shoot.”
“You watch it naked.”
I grin at him. “Can I just say that I love your negotiating tactics?”
“No.”
“Shall we lie together, and I can feed you?”
“Don’t push your luck, Wes.”