3. Olivia
THREE
olivia
I throbbed in tune with every rock of the plane.
Deciding to skip the panties was a mistake I paid for in the most delicious way. Something about Luke made my better judgment flow out of me with every orgasm he wrung from my wound up body. I snuck a glance to the back of the plane, where he disappeared to.
No sign of him.
My eyes narrowed in that direction.
He better not be doing what I think he’s doing.
If I had to stave off my own pleasure, then so did he.
On wobbling legs that threatened to give out, I made my way to the lavatory. My eyes flicked back and forth between the two sliding doors, both of which had the red occupied option turned up. My heart raced in my chest, unsure which one to knock on. The click of the lock turning drew my attention to the door to my left. An older man, balding and reeking of liquor, practically fell into me.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he slurred, clearly taking advantage of the plane's drink menu. “Didn’t mean to keep ya waiting.”
His crude joke would’ve been revolting, but I didn't have time to process it before two powerful hands wrapped around my wrist from my right, dragging me into the tiny bathroom.
The door slammed shut as quickly as it opened, and my body spun to face the big man who had taken up most of the space.
“Took you long enough.” His blue eyes gleamed as he looked down at me.
His biceps cradled my head, and the scent of him drowned me in the cedarwood and leather notes.
Luke shucked off his leather jacket, only clad in a black t-shirt and jeans. The bulge in the front of his pants told a different story than the one I'd conjured up in my head.
“You were”—confusion laced my tone—“waiting for me?”
He cocked his head to the side, sending another wave of that panty melting cologne my way.
“You thought I was going to have you riding my fingers and leave it at that?”
My nipples hardened impossibly against my unlined bra. Poking through the thin material of my shirt, they scraped against his hard chest despite the softness of the cotton that kept his skin from me.
His mouth collapsed over mine, taking my swollen lips in his. He nibbled at the flesh, sucking it between his teeth as my clit thumped between my legs, reminiscing all the times he did the same thing to my desperate pussy. His tongue pillaged my mouth violently. His hands cupped my face, tilting me, bending me to his will, and pressing his rock hard erection against the flat of my belly.
“Turn around,” he demanded, his hoarse voice barely audible over the airy sound of the plane. “Now.”
I shimmied my body so my ass was against his hips, lifting on my toes to make up for the height difference that seemed impossible in this tiny space.
I heard the chain of his zipper fall and felt the heat of his cock pressed against my asscheeks, barely covered by the thin leggings. The material slid down my legs sluggishly, leaving my skin cool where my wetness trailed down my inner thighs as the air caressed my skin.
Luke lifted me into position using one arm to support my waist. The other fisted his dick as he ran it through my lips, and coated it in my arousal that leaked profusely.
“Please, God, Luke,” I groaned as his body pressed mine into the plastic of the door. “I can’t take it. I need you right fucking now.”
“I fucking love it?—”
He slammed his cock into me with a brutal stroke, stretching my pussy until it was burning. Pain ricocheted through me as he slid through my protesting muscles. They clamped down on him, needing more warning but needing more of him at the same time.
"When you beg for my fucking cock.”
He slid out of me languidly before pounding back into me. Our bodies made a sucking sound that drowned out my muffled sighs as he ruthlessly fucked me. Every stroke, every thrum of his finger over my swollen clit, sent me closer to the edge. My legs turned to mush.
My body was shoved further into the wall as Luke kept the excruciating pace. I slid my hands up, reaching for something, anything, to stave off the pain of being railed against the wall.
“Fuck,” he snarled from behind me as his cock throbbed and stiffened inside of me.
A pounding on the door startled us both as Luke’s cock sank further into me .
“Occupied,” he gritted out the words as he pinched my clit and rolled the swollen bundle of nerves around in his grip.
“God,” I cried louder than intended.
Luke’s hand slammed over my mouth as I screamed out my orgasm. Stars exploded in front of me, leaving me unsure if my eyes were open or closed. My cunt quivered around his dick in a soul shattering orgasm that was going to leave me twitching in pure bliss. The twinkling little lights that danced in my vision faded just as he growled out his orgasm in my ear.
Another sharp knock on the door sent my head ricocheting back against Luke’s solid chest, immobilizing me.
He came in me with a gush of hot liquid that painted every part of my insides. His heart pounded against my back as he caught his breath. My pussy ached as he slid his softening cock out of me. I clenched my muscles together, mentally kicking myself for not wearing panties. He slid my leggings up and covered my bare ass.
The knocking continued harshly, unrelenting this time. No pausing.
Luke shoved me behind him, swinging the door open.
“I said”—his voice roared over the engine sounds of the plane—“occupied.”
The frail man that stood in front of Luke seemed to pale even more as he stammered out an apology. Luke simply grunted out some response before leading me out of the bathroom. The man's eyes flicked back and forth between us before narrowing as redness saturated his older features.
I shot my gaze down, focusing on Luke’s powerful thighs as we made our way back to our seats. His cum still sloshed between my legs as little pools of it leaked into the crotch of my leggings .
“Better?” Luke asked, wrapping a capable arm around me as we settled in.
Fatigue wracked my body like it always did after Luke reminded me who I really belonged to. I snuggled against his chest and nodded, my interest in my Airpods or the movie I'd been watching waning.
The only thing I wanted right now, or ever , was him.
He kissed the curls piled on top of my head that I’d hastily gathered into a bun.
“Get some rest, angel,” he murmured, cradling me closer to him. “I’ll wake you when we land.”
T he rest of the flight was a blur to me. Sleep easily found me in the safety of Luke’s embrace and even refused to leave as we landed. My brain was a melted cupcake as Luke led me through the airport to baggage claim, to the rental car area, and finally out the door into the cold air, hinting at oncoming snow, to claim the SUV.
I loved being able to turn my brain off with him.
Slowly, consciousness crept back in, banishing the sleep that persisted as we drove toward my parent’s house.
It was finally happening! I would get to see them for the first time in years!
“You look beautiful when you’re happy,” Luke said to me, gripping the steering wheel.
The veins in his hands and arms stirred up a need in my already full pussy for him. Everything that man did turned me on like no other.
“We should go sightseeing. I mean, there’s not much, but I have a few favorite coffee places and a bookstore. Oh, and my old high school,” I told him. “That sounds lame. I swear I didn’t peak in high school. It's just fun to see how things have changed. It’s been so long.”
“We can do whatever you want to do.” Luke placed a hand on my thigh and squeezed it slightly.
I love him.
There was no way I could say that out loud. At least, not yet.
“Remember, when you meet them, don’t call my mom, ma’am. She swears it ages her thirty years. But don’t tell her she looks young like my sister either, cuz for some reason, she hates that,” I told him in one breath. “As for my dad, pretty much just avoid that you’re sleeping with his daughter, and you should be good.”
“Really? I thought about telling him, at this very moment, his little girl’s pussy is full of my cum. Should I not?” He laughed sarcastically.
Heat licked at my body, hearing his words and remembering that I did, in fact, have his load dripping out of me. My mind raced with all the ways we could sneak in a quickie under my parents’ roof. I felt so high school, sneaking around with him, hoping my parents didn’t hear.
But look at him? He’s hot.
“You know I am kidding, right, babe?” Luke asked, glancing over at me. “You’re over there turnin’ redder than a barn door at sunset.”
His southern twang sent a hot rush of arousal straight to my core.
Damn, I loved this man.
I stifled a giggle at the playfulness that showed up more often these days.
“I—” I cleared my throat and shifted in the seat of the midsize SUV he rented. “I’m fine, and yes, please don’t say that. Just stick with their names. Janine and Joel.”
“I got it, sweetheart,” he said. His southern accent peeked through at the pet name.
Nerves clutched my lungs as the GPS navigated us to my parents’ house.
The ETA got us at seven minutes out, and with each mile we passed, my heart kicked up and leaped in my chest only to get lodged in my throat. We turned onto the road to my childhood home, and panic crept up my spine at the thought of seeing them again.
What if they didn’t like him? Or trust him? Oh God, what if they didn’t trust me? Thinking that he’d be just like Matt since he practically set the bar on the ground for the standard of the next partner.
What if they were mad at me for allowing myself to be treated like shit for so long? And they only told us we could stay as a final goodbye to shun me from the family for good.
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
“Angel,” the gruff voice yanked me out of my spiraling thoughts. “Take a deep breath. Everything will be okay.”
His face was close to mine; his minty breath sent tingles across the bridge of my nose as he leaned in and kissed me.
“Everything will be fine, I promise.” He kissed me again. Deeper this time, his tongue finding mine, swirling in my mouth.
He pulled away first, both his hands on either side of my face, his thumb stroking my cheek. I didn’t even notice we had pulled into the driveway and parked.
I nodded shakily. Everything would be fine. Luke was nothing like Matt, and everything would be fine. I repeated that in my mind over and over, determined not to let the manic thoughts take back over .
“I guess we should get the stuff,” I said as I slid out the passenger side door. Luke had already rounded the SUV, with the hatch lifted, getting our luggage. “I can take some things, too.”
“No need, angel. I got it all”—he smiled at me, closing the door—“you just worry about taking that pretty little ass to the door and showing me the way.”