CHAPTER THREE
Ella
I ’m still shaking from his response and unable to form a comeback.
“Now sit there like a good girl with your legs crossed, so I can get some work done,” Balor growls playfully.
“You realize that’s another ten hours?” I yawn, already sleepy from the wine and the meal served shortly after take-off.
We’re somewhere over the Pacific Ocean, in between time zones, but it’s past midnight in Sydney.
“Right,” Balor acknowledges. “I’ll get some sleep eventually.”
“I wouldn’t leave that up for chance. You don’t want to be tired when we land, especially if you want your money’s worth.”
He guffaws sharply. “Don’t worry your pretty head. I’ll have my money’s worth.”
“Okay, then, I’ll just tire myself out.”
“By making yourself come?” His brazen dirty talk spoken so effortlessly spikes adrenaline in my veins.
The captain lowered the cabin lights fifteen minutes ago. The seats are arranged on a diagonal, and to my left is a storage closet. It’s as if the airline’s interior designers knew what happens on these mega-long, transcontinental flights.
“I admit, when I’m tossing and turning, a good O helps me sleep.”
“ Show me .”
“Show you?”
“Show me what you do to yourself. Close your eyes.”
Inhaling a deep breath, I let them slip closed.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
“Open your legs.” His deep rasp burrows inside my chest. “Are you wearing panties?”
“Yes, sir.” I wonder if he’ll snatch them off me and steal them.
“Reach under your dress.”
Swallowing, I gather the skirt in my fist and glide my other hand up my thigh.
“Reaching,” I whisper. I shaved my legs for a date that turned out to be a bust.
This is my reward.
“Touch yourself over the panty fabric, right in the center.”
“Oh, God,” I murmur, deep and sexy.
“How does it feel?”
“Warm. Wet.”
“Fuck,” he whispers into my ear. “Slip your fingers inside the top.”
I’ve read how men love pulling a woman’s panty to the side and sliding inside. Interesting how he likes the idea of me getting myself off by reaching inside my panty.
“Yeah,” I moan on an exhale.
“Finger yourself. Is your clit hard?”
I never thought of my clit in terms of being hard but holy shit. “It is.”
“You sound surprised.”
“I never noticed it before.” I swallow roughly. “Or it’s hard just for you.”
When I tip my head closer to gaze into his deep green eyes, he gently nudges my chin away. “Too close,” he rasps.
That should turn me off, but it has the opposite effect. It feeds into the fantasy.
I want to hear him say my name, but it’s best we keep this anonymous. He sleeps with escorts, and unless I want a side gig hooking, I won’t be seeing him again.
“Play with your clit, butterfly,” he says with a little more force.
“Do you like fingering yourself?”
“Mmm, especially when I need to wet my clit.”
“Fucking, aye.” His sexy groan greets my breathy gasps.
“That accent of yours makes me wet.”
“Christ, you look so sexy, playing with your cunt. Are you close, butterfly?”
“So close. Keep talking that dirty talk. Tell me what you want to do to me.”
“Be a good girl and make yourself come with those sexy fingers. I need the taste of your cunt to be you r juices when my tongue buries between your legs. Not the man you fucked earlier. You’re mine now. I want to hear you moan when I sink my cock inside you and stretch you.”
“Oh, God...”
“Are you coming?”
“Right there. Tell me... Tell me how you want me to come.”
“I want you to come on my face, then I’m going flip you over and sink my dick inside your quivering cunt. Make you come again with my fingers in your ass and feel that tight, wet pussy squeeze my dick so hard. Christ, it will feel so incredible strangling all the cum right out of me.”
I whimper as my clit pulses harder than I think it ever has. “Finger in the ass. I want that.”
“Not just my finger, butterfly. You’ll take my cock there, too. And fucking love every inch.”