Chapter 55
Rosie
Niki passes me a glass of champagne and leads me to the back of the plane. As I shake, he grips my hand harder.
“Don’t be scared, Rosie. I’m with you.”
I can’t decipher if it’s fear or adrenaline. I’ve been like this since the race. I need him.
The door to the rest of the plane is closed, but we might be overheard. Six months ago, I was a single mum working in a carpet factory, and now I’m desperate for my older racing driver boss to make me come on a plane where everyone can hear.
He leads me to sit on one of the sofas.
He moistens his lips and returns my gaze. “You told me the other day no one had made you come before.”
“No one until you.”
“Do you have a sex bucket list?”
I shake my head. “There’s things I want to do, although I didn’t know joining the mile high club was one of them,” I say with an awkward laugh.
I grip the material of my hoodie to ease the arousal that soaks through my knickers and jeans. How can I be this needy when he hasn’t touched me in hours?
“Do you remember what you said to me when you were drunk?”
“I doubt it.”
He chuckles, but it’s gravelly, hungry. “You said you wanted to spend all weekend fucking.” He gives me a moment to remember and then grunts, “Strip for me.”
My heart jumps up my throat. I glance at the door leading to where the crew and pilot sit. “They might hear us.”
“I have every intention of them hearing. I want them jealous of me because I get to fuck you. You okay with that?”
I press my thighs together as I fix him with my stare. “Yes, sir.”
His grin’s saturated with need. “Good. Now strip.”
He nods at my jeans. I undo the buttons slowly as I lock his stare. He licks his lower lip, and the hint of his tongue adds to the heat that’s radiated through me since the race.
I want to watch him race.
I kick my jeans off. His cock presses against his chinos’ zipper. I want to rub my skin against his rough cut and perform how he wants me to. I want to possess his mind like he possesses every part of me.
“Shirt,” he commands.
Everything from his dark blue eyes to his fixed gaze tells me we’re doing this because we both get off on it. As I remove my top, he pulls out his belt and drops it to the floor. The buckle bangs, but his stare is unwavering.
He undoes his shirt and shirks it off. I’m standing in my purple lace underwear, chosen for him even though I couldn’t have predicted this.
His chest is sculpted, and his tan highlights each muscle.
Tattoos litter his skin. Silence fills the cabin, and it gives the moment an extra edge as I study his body.
There’s a star tattoo on his bicep and symbols and lines I can’t decipher. There’s one tattoo I can’t read.
I step closer. He shakes his head.
“Don’t touch me. Not yet.”
“Your tattoo.” I point at the one across his ribs. “What does it say?”
His voice deepens as he says, “‘We gain strength from the hell we survive.’”
“I like it.”
“I got it before my crash. But now you’re my strength. You’ve helped me not just survive but live. You made it all possible.”
I want to trace that tattoo, lick it, suck his skin, and brand my tongue with his words like he’s branded my brain and wired me to him.
Each second is like a minute as he stares at me. “Bra off, beautiful. Show me your tits. I’m obsessed with them.”
I drop my bra, and he grunts his adoration. His tongue peeks out, and it’s like I feel it on my nipples. I breathe in the scent of our arousal. It’s all I can do not to rub my thighs together and beg for him.
He pulls out his cock and strokes it as he stares at me. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”
My brow furrows. “But you’ve been with some of the most beautiful women in the world.” I won’t accept his lies.
He kicks off the rest of his clothes and pulls me towards the bed at the end of the cabin.
“Kneel on it.”
I obey, and he sits behind me, his chest flush against my back. His thick forearms hold me to him.
“Look up,” he growls.
I lift my head. I gasp when I see he’s positioned us in front of a mirror.
My shoulders hunch. His kisses against my neck ease my tension a little.
“Tell me what you see, and then I’ll tell you what I see.”
“Niki,” I whisper.
His voice softens. “Please tell me what you see.”
I don’t say our safe word, because I want to learn what he sees. I want to gift him my fears so he can soothe them. Multiple times he’s faced things that scare him to support me.
“A twenty-three-year-old woman,” I say tentatively, “who used to have the strong body of a rugby player but now has the body of a mum who never got her fitness back. A woman whose boobs only do what they should when they’re in a bra and who has a belly she hates. I wish I had some of the old me back.”
While I speak, he kisses my neck, making me writhe.
“Would you like to hear what I see?”
I drop my head. While one hand presses against my ribcage, holding me tight to him, he grabs my chin with the other and makes me look at myself. He locks eyes with my reflection. “Don’t move that head, angel.”
He grips my breasts, squeezing, his thumbs rubbing my nipples until they’re hard.
“I see breasts that were made for me.” The spotlights in the jet’s bedroom highlight the thickness of his forearms. “Even if today was my last day, I’d lick and suck these tits until my demise.
They’re beautiful in a bra, but they’re better in my hands. ”
His forearm holds me to him, while his other hand travels to my stomach. He swirls letters on my skin. “What are you writing?”
“Strength,” he says, finishing the word. He makes another with his fingertip. His eyebrows dive together as he concentrates, and his tongue presses the corner of his mouth. “Perfect.”
“And finally…Mine.” I hold my breath, but he’s not finished with me.
His fingertips trace the stretch marks from my pregnancy.
“You carried life. You kept the most precious girl safe from everything the world threw at her until she was ready. Your body shows how much you loved her before she was born. You sacrificed things others haven’t.
This belly and these marks are symbols of love and sacrifice. You’re beautiful.”
I gasp as he moves lower until his hand is between my thighs and in my knickers.
“You’re soaking for me again. Your pussy is always so wet and hot for me. And only for me,” he growls. “Say it.”
“Only for you.”
“I love your body.” His fingers graze my clit, stroking it like I did when he fingered me in bed this morning. His stare in the mirror demands my attention. “Do you know why I love it?”
I shake my head.
“Because it’s sexy and makes me constantly hard. It’s part of the most caring, intelligent, and feisty woman I’ve ever been lucky enough to meet. The day we met, my life changed. I presumed I’d never be enough for you.”
“You are,” I whisper.
He grins, adding, “Being with you makes me the luckiest man, and I hope I can show you that.” His fingers slip inside me. He doesn’t rush but lazily presses harder. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Say ‘yes, Niki.’”
“Yes, Niki.” A grin eclipses my face. I don’t know why when it’s just his name, but it does.
“Stand up.” I climb off the bed. “Hands against the mirror.”
I do as he says, and he rips my knickers off. I gasp at the sting.
“I’ll take you underwear shopping and fuck you in the changing rooms if you’re a good girl,” he grunts.
He slides a condom on as he watches me, primed for him.
“Look at yourself. You’re fucking beautiful,” he growls before lining up his cock and sliding it inside me from behind.
With one hand on my hip and the other grabbing one of my breasts, he presses inside me. “Put your arm around me,” he demands, and I reach around his neck and hold him to me as the other braces against the mirror.
“That’s right, take me.” He pounds into me. “Do you feel every stroke of my cock deep inside you?”
“Yes, Niki,” I whimper.
“Watch how your tits bounce as I fuck you. I love that sight. I adore your breasts. No one gets to see this but me. I’m the luckiest fucker.”
He grunts and praises me with each thrust. My legs wobble as I try to match his rhythm. He holds me to him, his fingers pinching my hip.
“Tell me you’re beautiful.”
My words falter as I make eye contact with myself.
“Tell me, Rosie,” he grunts, spanking my arse. “Your bum wobbles when I do that, and it makes my cock so fucking thick. I might come just watching your arse.”
He spanks me harder this time. “I’m fucking obsessed with you. Tell me you’re beautiful.”
“I’m beautiful,” I cry out as he fucks me harder and deeper. He’s fast and frantic, and my body jerks with each push.
He spanks me again and I lock eyes with his reflection.
“Why did you spank me? I said it,” I murmur with the little breath I have left.
“I know, but I love the way your arse moves and feels.” His grin is devilish.
His hands travel to my breasts. He slows down as he studies me.
“Do you see what I see?” he asks before biting my shoulder.
“I’m starting to.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, he pulls back and thrusts hard and deep, rocking me so I have to press against the mirror to stop from falling. But if I did, Niki would catch me.
He pulls me against his chest and holds me against him like he did on the bed, with one hand against my ribcage as he rails me. He grabs my hips and pulls me against him repeatedly.
“I’m so close,” I shout, remembering the pilots and crew can hear us.
“Rub your clit. Keep shouting how much you want this, want me.”
“Niki, make me come,” I shout as I rub my clit, slippery with my arousal. My teeth rip at my lip as I teeter on the edge of climax.
“Come on my cock, on a fucking private jet. Show everyone how my beautiful angel sounds when she comes on my dick.”
I fall over the edge. I gasp and suck air as my body shatters with orgasm. He keeps thrusting inside me, never letting go, as stars and sparks and every goddamn firework ever created explodes in my head.
“So fucking sexy when you come,” he says between gasping breaths as he comes inside me. His entire body shakes as he presses himself to me.
As his breath slows, he kisses my shoulders and down my back.
“I didn’t know it could be like this,” he whispers.