Chapter 10
E ven as we board the plane, I’m still having a hard time accepting this is really happening.
Lex is right behind me, pulling his own carry-on, and we quickly reach our seats since we’re both in first class—a perk of having Kevin’s ticket changed to my name. I’m impressed by the luxury of it. Haneul Airlines doesn’t joke about first class. We each have a very decent-sized area, separated by a wide console and a partition that can be set up or down. Given the legroom, I guess the seats can turn into beds, which sounds like the epitome of extravagance. How did I wait twenty-six years to try this?!
I watch as Lex lifts his suitcase up, admiring his perfect physique enhanced by his dark suit.
“I still think you’re insane,” I say when he grabs my suitcase to help me.
“For the suit?”
“Yeah. This is an eleven-hour flight, Lex! Eleven hours!”
“I’m used to it. And this is my comfortable suit.”
I raise a skeptical eyebrow at it. It looks hot as hell on him, but not comfortable at all. On the other hand, I am wearing the comfiest jeggings I own, an elegant but loose blouse, and a wool cardigan. I even dismissed wearing a bra. Maybe I don’t look as smart as he does, but I’d rather that than be tense the whole time.
Lex takes his laptop out as soon as we sit down, and I familiarize myself with everything at my disposal. There’s a sleep mask in here, socks, small toiletries… I’m like a child on Christmas morning, and my wonderment amuses him greatly. He indulgently nods every time I show him a new discovery .
It’s only when the wheels leave the ground that the reality of what’s happening strikes me. In a little over eleven hours, I’ll be in Korea.
Once we reach our cruise altitude, a flight attendant comes to see if we need anything. “I’ll have a whiskey, please,” Lex asks. Then he turns to me and adds, “To help relax. Do you want something?”
“I’ll have a beer, thanks.”
The woman leaves, and I observe Lex. He does look like he needs to relax. Is it just being in a flying tin can full of explosive fuel over thirty thousand feet above the Pacific Ocean, or is he worried about our encounter with the company’s officials?
Lex opens his laptop on the folding tray in front of him, ready to get some work done, and I lean in to help him. He wants to be prepared and prove to their new partner that Kelex is worth their trust. We work for about two hours, ordering another round halfway through it. Our surrounding partitions are closed so we can focus without the distraction of the other passengers.
The lunch service forces us to take a break, and I decide right then and there that I’m never flying coach ever again. The trout filet in hollandaise sauce, green beans, and squid ink spaghetti look delicious. Lex orders a third glass of whiskey, and I switch to water.
“We should stop working, and I should ask you some personal questions,” I suggest. “You’re an open book when you’re drunk.”
“As opposed to you, who’s an open book when sober and an audiobook when drunk,” he jokes.
I chuckle. “Alcohol enhances things, so I get even more talkative.”
“Do I get extra broody when I’m drunk, then?”
“You’re just hornier, to be honest.”
Per usual, I spoke without thinking, and I instantly regret it. That moment in my car after Halloween is still a sour memory. I can’t believe that was a little over two weeks ago. Again, things between us move fast— scarily fast.
It should worry me, but I can’t bring myself to. It’s how we are, probably because of how intense everything is with him. He brings me out of my comfort zone, pushing me to be bold and adventurous.
“This is a little crazy, isn’t it?” I ask.
“This trip?”
“Yeah, I was about to quit so I’d never have to see you again, and now I’m here…”
If anyone can sympathize with this sentiment, it’s him. I know he feels the same. He was ready to move to the other side of the country for the exact same reason, after all .
“I can’t tell you how much I tried to stay away from you,” he explains after a moment of silent pondering. “For so many reasons, I tried to keep my distance.”
“Same. Sleeping with my boss sounded like a terrible idea. But even when I thought you were an asshole, I couldn’t shake you out of my mind.”
“This was always going to happen, wasn’t it? There’s no way I could have resisted you. Your lips haunted my thoughts and dreams. I wondered for weeks what kissing you would taste like, what it would feel like, how you would react… I also imagined them in situations much more indecent,” he confesses, and I helplessly tilt into arousal. Knowing he imagined me sucking on his dick before we even kissed is strangely hot.
Because I really am an open book, Lex notices my mood change. His eyes darken as a result, and the air nearly crackles between us. I can never get tired of hearing this man tell me how whipped he is for me, so I ask, “You did?”
“Andrea, you fueled my imagination like never before. Even now, you know. I’ve been relentlessly thinking of all the things I’ll do to you when I finally have you again.”
The low pitch of his whisper sends intense waves of need through my entire body, and I have to press my legs together to muffle the growing tension between them. A familiar languor takes over my body, especially when he bends over the separation to continue.
“I’ll take you for hours, in every position, on every available surface. You’ll beg me to stop, you’ll pray that I continue, and I’ll give it all to you.”
There he is. Horny Lex. Those three glasses loosened his tongue, and fuck… It’s torture. But the sweetest, most addictive kind.
“The louder you scream, the harder I’ll give it to you. I’ll fuck you until nothing else exists but us, bound in pleasure, sweat, and so much cum the sheets stick to our skin. I’ll fuck you until we are physically incapable of doing it again, until your pussy is raw and my cock can’t stay up. But I know my cock can be hard for you the entire night, Andrea.”
Only the warmth of his breath touches me, grazing the convoluted shapes of my ear, and I have to grip the armrests of my seat to stop myself from touching him. Dear fucking Christ, I’m getting ridiculously wet, aware that he isn’t overpromising. This is exactly what will happen as soon as I give in.
“When you’re ready, I’ll take you on a date. A real one. We’ll go out, eat something, go somewhere… And then I’ll bring you to my place, and I’ll fuck you until the sun rises again. Would you like that, Andrea? ”
I meet his darkened irises and nod, my mouth half open, my cheekbones burning, my breathing short. He isn’t even touching me, yet I’m on fire all over. I long to go on a date with him, to be outside and stop hiding our relationship from the world. But I crave the threat of what’ll come after even more. I want him to remind me how good he is with my body, how high he can take me, and how he can make me beg for more—even when I can’t take more.
“I know you’re wet for me right now, and it’s driving me insane. I can’t wait to sample the sweet savor of your cunt again. I hate that its subtle details are already fading. So I’ll fuck you with my mouth and tongue until the taste of your pleasure becomes a core memory.”
My clit throbs, and my hips buck with the need to fuck, my legs clenching even harder. Shit… He can’t keep doing this. I’m about to come without him ever touching me.
“Lex,” I beg, my voice a whimper.
I can feel his restraint when the wet tip of his tongue grazes the shell of my ear. However soft and brief it is, my insides clench repeatedly at it. Shit, I’m about to beg him to fuck me right here, right now.
I abruptly stand up, witnessing his surprise, and swiftly open my partition to rush out in the aisle. My weak legs take me to the toilets, where I lock myself in. Once safely alone, I lean back on the door, trying to focus on my breathing, my heart slamming against my ribs. Despite my troubled self, I notice how fancy the room is—much larger than coach toilets and much, much cleaner.
Shit, we need to do something about this tension, this insane urgency, or we’ll never manage to keep it professional in Seoul. Plus, we’re sharing a suite, which makes things even more tempting. Thankfully, I’m on my period, so that’ll help me stay strong and keep Lex away—but only for a day or so, as it’s almost over. I brought Idris and Jensen, so they’ll have to be enough when it ends. Once we get settled, I’ll lock myself in my room for an hour and get it all out myself, like a big girl. I’ll close my eyes and imagine Lex doing all those things he promised, drawing enough orgasms to not need him so much.
Yes, it’s a good plan. Maybe I’ll even be loud enough to drive him mad as he listens from the other side of the wall. Torturing him like that is the least he deserves after what he just did to me.
A few minutes pass before someone knocks on the door. I can’t monopolize the toilets much longer, so I pass a nervous hand over my face and turn around to open the door. Instead of some random passenger, it’s the cause of my troubles himself.
He looks so tall, so handsome, and so ridiculously attractive that my barely-tamed arousal spikes again .
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” he apologizes, clearly remorseful. This man apologizing will forever make me melt.
“I’m not upset.”
In a second, he understands my meaning, and when his pupils expand, I distinctly feel my clit pulsate. I need him. Right now. I need him like I’ve never needed him before.
Maybe my two beers weren’t that reasonable because I grab the front of his black shirt and harshly pull him inside with me. He’s quick to close the door behind us, and I’m even quicker to lock it.
He stares down at me, eyes so dark he looks dangerous, and I press my front to his, struggling to contain myself. “What are we doing, Andrea?” he asks, his pitch so altered by lust it almost sounds like a growl.
“I—I need…” I don’t know what I want, and I don’t know how to express it. All I know is that my clit feels like it has its blinkers on, and if I don’t come, somehow, the rest of the flight will be very, very uncomfortable.
But of course, because he knows me better than I know myself, Lex takes charge and moves into action. Grabbing my hips, he makes me flip around so we’re both facing the mirror. I meet his heated gaze in the reflection, trying to guess what’s about to happen. He steps close enough for his front to meet my back, and his hands snake around my sides until one rests right under my breasts and the other is lower, near the elastic waistband of my pants.
“Wait, I’m… on my period,” I embarrassedly explain. “You can’t…”
“Don’t worry, I won’t.”
The rest happens slowly—slowly enough for me to refuse him ten times over if I don’t want it. His hand down south travels lower until it cups my heated pussy over the stretchy fabric, and the other one travels a little higher to cradle my tit in its palm.
“Is this okay?” he rasps. I nod, refusing to let myself think about it. It probably isn’t okay morally, but it feels very okay physically.
I watch with bated breath, mesmerized, as two of his fingers begin to press a little harder right where I’m throbbing with need. My head rolls back to his broad shoulder, and my lips part with a sigh. “Fuck,” I breathe out, shivering in his arms at the overwhelming sensation.
His hold on me isn’t strong, even though it’s determined. Once more, I notice just how much control he’s giving me, allowing me to put an end to the moment whenever I want to. But I don’t want to. Especially not when he begins to draw maddening rolls over my pulsing clit with the perfect pace and pressure. The other hand doesn’t stay passive, pinching my nipple through the fabric of my blouse .
I look up from his hand between my legs to meet his eyes in the mirror and find them already observing my flushed face. The barrier of our clothes offers some kind of protection, the insurance that we won’t have sex. He’s just helping me out by doing something he’s become an expert at. Making me come.
There’s nowhere for me to hang on, so I cover his hand on my breast with one of mine and grip his forearm below with the other. “Harder,” I demand.
His jaw ticks, and his fingers get bolder, more precise. Just like that, pleasure builds faster. With every roll, his fingers dig a little deeper, finding their way through my jeggings and underwear until they’re perfectly nested between my lips, directly where I crave his touch. In less than a minute, I’m panting, pressing my ass against him with languorous undulations. He’s hard behind me, his erection digging into my lower back, but he makes no move to relieve himself. His entire attention is on me.
A particularly good graze against my clit makes me buck against him, my knees shaking. “Ahh, Lex…” I whimper.
“You’re almost there already, aren’t you?”
I nod frantically, pressing my pussy harder into his hand. Although I felt it build up, my climax takes me by surprise. His hand teasing my nipple flies up to cover my mouth as I come apart. He holds me firmly against him, his gaze locked on my ecstatic face in the mirror.
Delicious waves run through me, and I’m reminded of what an actual orgasm feels like. Jensen was adequate, but Lex is so exceptional it’s surreal. His hand stays busy between my thighs, deftly stretching my orgasm, and I keep rubbing against him, front and back. God, I wish his hard cock was inside me instead of confined in his slacks between us. But we aren’t ready for that yet.
Although the hazy fog of pleasure still blurs my mind, I notice a tilt in him, some kind of determination that suddenly takes over. I barely have time to question what’s going on when his fingers, which were slowing down, regain their vigor.
Part of me is tempted to stop this, to use the control he makes sure to leave me and step out of his embrace. But I can already feel my orgasm morph into something else, something only he can pull off. And I’m not denying myself that.
What started off as a great orgasm—but average where he’s concerned—quickly turns into something so fucking good it’s barely tolerable. The wetness of my orgasm has made his touch through my clothes slicker. I’m sure the fabric is soaked and he can feel it, which must drive him crazy.
My body shakes, and helpless moans and screams rumble in my throat. Lex presses his hand harder on my mouth to contain them, and when it’s not enough, he pinches my nose.
I close my eyes to focus on the explosion that’s about to happen. “Look at me,” he demands with a groan. I instantly obey and find his gaze in the mirror.
Completely lost in his eyes, wrapped in his aura, I tilt into a whole other kind of pleasure. Screams gather in my mouth as my lungs desperately try to catch some air. But his hand blocks both my mouth and nose. My head spins from the oxygen deprivation mixed with the overwhelming climax. What if he holds me like this for too long, and I faint? But also, why is this so fucking hot? Why does it add to the maddening pleasure of his fingers still working my clit. It’s pushing and breaking the limits of pleasure, making the experience entirely different from anything I know. Erotic asphyxiation isn’t something I thought I would enjoy, but as I helplessly experience it, I can’t deny that I thoroughly revel in it.
The instant I tug at his hand, he lets go and halts the motions of his tortuous fingers, allowing me to take big, desperate gulps of air. He holds me right against him as I come down, oxygen returning to my brain and my quivers receding slowly.
Fucking hell …
This is why I don’t want us to start having sex again. Right now, I’d give him pretty much anything if he asked for it. Especially when, in a fit of tenderness, he lowers to press a kiss in the crook of my neck. I reach up to graze his dark hair with trembling fingers. The image the mirror reflects is strangely erotic, with him so tall and imposing, wrapped in black tones, while I’m a panting mess in my light clothes.
When he looks up, he seems to appreciate the sight as much as I do, and I feel his dick twitch between us. His eyes roam over my satiated body, and a contemptuous smirk bends the corner of his lips when he meets mine again.
“Will that be enough, or do you need one more?”
“That’s—” My throat isn’t ready to speak yet, so I swallow hard, breathe for a couple of seconds, and start again. “That’s enough for the rest of the month, baby.”
I can feel his smile when he kisses my throat again, nuzzling my hair to find new spots. We stay like this for a moment, and I allow myself to bask in the blissful aftermath. We have to make this work. I’m not spending the rest of my life searching for something like this with another man .
He’s the one who breaks the spell first, giving the back of my neck one last kiss before he gently pushes me away. I spin around and can’t help but look down at his erection. “Will you be okay?”
He adjusts himself, tugging at his slacks. “I’m used to you giving me blue balls, Andrea, so it’s nothing I can’t handle.”
I grin at the reminder. Again, I look down at the outline of his very hard, very needy dick. I wasn’t looking forward to spending the rest of the flight horny and frustrated, so I’m pretty sure he isn’t either. And he’s already wearing uncomfortable clothes, so he doesn’t need to add to it. Also, after the orgasms he just gave me, he deserves a reward.
“Tell you what,” I start, stepping toward him. “I’m going back to my seat, and while I’m there, I’ll be conducting an experiment called the Schrodinger wank.”
He cocks up an eyebrow at me, amusement veiling his handsome face. “And what’s that?”
“For as long as that door is closed, you’re either doing something about this,” I explain, giving his erection the faintest graze, “or not. Then, when the door opens again, I’ll have my answer.”
I rise on my toes to bring my lips closer to his ear and whisper, “I’ll definitely be imagining you doing something about it.”
When I move back, I can tell just how much he wants to bend me over the sink and fuck me for being such a naughty tease. But I’m not done with him yet.
I walk around him to get to the door, and after I unlock it, I twist to face him again. I’d blame the two beers for what I do next, but honestly, it’s the endorphins. “And just in case you need some material for this experiment to be conducted in a fair and impartial environment, here you go.”
I grab the hem of my sweater with both hands and lift it to flash him my tits. His eyes are quick to narrow on them, bouncing left and right a few times. Then he gives me a dangerous and primal look, which contrasts with my mischievous smirk.
The moment he motions forward, I lower my top and leap away to escape. I’m out before he can reach me, and I hold it half open to say, “Lock yourself in and don’t disappoint me, Alexander.”
He’s about to protest when I shut the door, biting back my very amused smile. God, I missed teasing him like this. And this time, I know I’m not putting myself at risk of repercussions. We’re still going slow, so it’s not like he’ll get to fuck me silly to get his revenge.
As I return to my seat alone, though, I wish he could. But we’ll get there. Soon. It’s not like I can resist him for much longer.