Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Leif
If You Have No Time Left on the Clock
The rotors hum above us, a vibrating whir that rattles through my bones, making conversation near impossible. Not that I need words right now. Not when Hailey is sitting next to me, looking like sin in sundress form.
The cabin is sleek—all polished leather, tinted windows, a ride so smooth it barely feels like we’re cutting through the sky. A picture of luxury.
But I don’t give a shit about any of that.
All I can focus on is her.
Hailey’s got her legs crossed, arms tucked close to her body, trying to look calm. But I see it. The way her thighs press together, the little shifts in her seat, like she can’t quite get comfortable.
Like she’s feeling everything.
She thinks she’s being subtle, but I know my girl. I see the way her dress hikes higher when she moves, the hem barely covering anything. One wrong shift, and I’d have the perfect view of her thighs, of what’s between them.
I smirk.
I drag my knuckles along the bare skin just above her knee, barely skimming the edge of her dress.
She tenses.
Good.
I lean in, letting my breath ghost over her ear. “Something wrong, baby?”
She shivers. It’s sharp, involuntary. Her lips part like she wants to say something, but she doesn’t.
She doesn’t need to.
I rest my palm on her knee, rubbing slow circles, my fingers spreading just a little, guiding her to open up for me.
“You’ve been quiet,” I murmur, brushing my lips against her temple. “Thinking about something?”
Her throat bobs. “No.”
I hum. “Lying to me already?”
She inhales, exhaling slow, controlled. Like she’s trying not to react.
But then I press my palm between her thighs, right where she’s warm, where she’s already soaked for me through the thin fabric of her panties, and she jerks.
“Leif—”
“Shh.” I kiss the shell of her ear, my fingers teasing the edge of her dress, dipping just under the hem but not touching where she needs me yet. “My girl’s already needy, isn’t she?”
She tries to squeeze her legs together, but I don’t let her. My grip tightens just enough to hold her there, spread open for me.
“Let me take care of you,” I murmur, voice rough.
Her breath stutters. “We’re in the helicopter. The pilot will see. Or hear.”
She’s flustered. Fucking adorable.
I smirk, pressing more firmly against her core, rubbing slow, lazy circles. “Then make sure you’re very discreet.”
She inhales sharply. And I see it—the exact moment she gives in.
Good girl.
I slide my fingers higher, dragging them along the soaked fabric of her panties, feeling exactly how badly she needs this. Needs me.
Her lips part in a breathy gasp, her hands gripping the seat beside her, like she’s torn between pushing me away and pulling me closer.
I dip my mouth to her ear. “You like this, don’t you?” I murmur. “Getting felt up while we’re in the air, while the pilot is right there? You like knowing he could turn his head and see exactly how good I make you feel?”
She makes a broken noise, shaking her head—but she’s not fooling me.
“Don’t lie to me, Hailey.” I nibble her earlobe, my fingers pushing her panties aside, teasing her slit, dragging my fingertips through the mess she made for me. “You want him to see how perfect you are for me? You want him to watch while I fuck you right here, in this seat?”
She gasps, body jolting.
I bite back a groan, feeling how wet she is, how easy it would be to slip my hard cock inside her right now, fill her up, make her take every inch.
“You want that, don’t you?” My voice is rough, taunting. “Want him to hear me wreck you? Want him to know exactly what a good girl you are for me?”
She whimpers, her thighs shaking, her nails digging into the leather seat.
I press a kiss to her throat, letting her feel my smirk. In the meantime, I stroke her slit with slow, teasing drags of my fingers, spreading her slick, coating her folds, feeling how fucking wet she is for me. I haven’t even touched her properly yet, and she’s already soaked.
I press my lips against the side of her neck, inhaling the sweet, addictive scent of her skin, letting my breath tickle her ear. “So needy, baby. Dripping for me already, and I’ve barely done a thing.”
Her fingers tighten around the leather armrests, body trembling as I circle her clit, slow and lazy, just enough to make her twitch, to keep her on edge but not let her fall over it.
She bites her lip, hips shifting, grinding down against my hand, chasing more.
I chuckle low, teasing my middle finger against her entrance, just barely dipping inside before pulling back.
She whimpers.
“Oh, you want it?” I taunt, pressing a little deeper before retreating again.
Her head jerks toward me, her eyes pleading, but I don’t give in yet.
“Say it.”
She swallows hard, blinking up at me. “Leif?—”
I push my finger in to the knuckle, slow, deep, stretching her.
She gasps.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I murmur, stroking inside her, pressing my palm against her clit, making her grind against me. “Take it. Let me feel how tight you are.”
Her breath stutters, her thighs shaking, her body clenching around me.
“Fuck, you grip me so good.” I thrust my finger deeper, curling it inside her, feeling her squeeze around me. “You think you can take another?”
She nods frantically.
I smirk. “Good girl.”
I slide a second finger inside, stretching her open, watching the way she takes it. The way she sucks my fingers in like she was made for this.
“So fucking tight.” I pump into her slowly, letting her feel every inch. “Imagine how good my cock’s gonna feel in this greedy little cunt, stretching you, filling you up, making you come all over me.”
She makes a desperate, broken sound, hips jerking, trying to ride my hand.
Not yet, baby.
I press a third finger inside her, watching the way she clenches around me, the way she shudders, thighs trembling.
“Oh, you can take it, can’t you? Look at you. Taking all three so well, squeezing the fuck out of me. You were made for this, weren’t you?”
She nods wildly, panting, rocking against me.
I curl my fingers, pressing right against that perfect spot inside her, and she jerks violently, nearly moaning before she catches herself, biting down on her lip.
I grin, pulling my fingers out slowly, watching her pussy clench around nothing, desperate to keep me inside.
She makes a wrecked sound, eyes fluttering open, dazed.
“Suck.”
I press my slick fingers against her lips. She freezes, breath coming in quick, shallow pants. I smirk, voice dark, commanding. “Come on, baby. Show me how good you suck.”
Her breath shudders, and then, her lips part.
She takes my fingers into her mouth, her tongue swirling over them, sucking like she’s already got my cock in her mouth.
“Fuck.” My cock jerks in my pants, throbbing, painfully hard. “You’re so fucking good. Maybe next time you can beg me to feed you my dick.”
I watch her, entranced. The way she sucks, the little moan she makes around my fingers, like she loves this.
Loves being dirty for me.
My fingers slip free with a wet pop, her lips shiny, her tongue flicking out to catch the last taste of herself.
She’s panting now, grinding in the seat, desperate.
I bring my hand back between her legs, pressing my palm flat against her clit, letting her ride it.
“Come for me, Hailey.”
She breaks.
Her entire body shudders, thighs trembling, nails digging into my arm as she rides out her orgasm, her pussy pulsing against my palm.
I keep rubbing slow, working her through it, letting her feel every last second of pleasure before finally pulling back.
She sags against the seat, breathless, wrecked.
I lean in, voice dark and teasing.
“You just came with the pilot sitting right there, sweetheart. You really are my filthy little girl, aren’t you?”
Her gasped curse only makes me grin.