Chapter 24 #4
"Brys thinks she has a giant ass," Annika says.
Terra moves toward the back, pushing past Sophia to stand in front of me. She peers at me, frowning. "Stand up and turn around."
I throw my hands up in exasperation. "Stand up, sit down, stand up, sit down. Jesus, you people."
Nonetheless, out of morbid curiosity if nothing else, I stand up and turn around, presenting my giant ass to Terra for examination. I look over my shoulder at her—she's peering at my backside as if scrutinizing a painting at The MoMA, hand on her chin, head tilted.
"Nope. Not giant. A good size, to be sure.
Nice and plump and round." She gives one cheek a little pat.
"A good jiggle…” a squeeze, “yet nice and firm, too.” She glances at Jakob over my shoulder, then meets my eyes.
"You wanna see what a giant ass looks like?
" She shoves her leggings and underwear down to mid-thigh, grabs her own ass in both hands, and shakes it. "Feast your eyes! This is a giant ass."
Jakob's head rears back in surprise, and then he looks away. "A little warning next time, Terra?"
"Oh, faff," Terra says. "It's just a butt. Don’t tell me you're squeamish about seeing my big pasty Irish ass."
"I am uncomfortable with it, yes."
"Saxon!" she shouts.
"Yo!"
"Your boss doesn't want to see my ass!"
"His loss!" Saxon has a six-inch-long fixed blade survival knife out, and he's balancing it by the point on his middle fingertip. "Bring that Jell-O over here where it can be properly worshipped as it deserves!"
"Jell-O?" I echo. "Terra, he just—"
She winks while shaking her ass at me again. And, to be fair, there is a certain gelatinous quality to the movement. Something, I…ummm…recognize. Mainly because I see it in the mirror every morning when I check to see if it's shrunk at all since the last time…which it never has.
"My man loves my big jiggly ass. What can I say? If the man likes Jell-O, who am I to complain?" She tugs her pants back up and faces me, serious. "I spent my whole life wanting to shrink myself to fit the expectations of others, Brys. Literally. Starving myself. Running until my tits ached."
"So, two steps?" I quip.
She eyes my chest. "Yeah, exactly—you get it, Tits McGee.
" She cups my cheek in a small hand. "Until I met Saxon, I hated my giant ass.
But he loves it. I thought it was a joke at first, like he was playing it up to be nice to me or something.
But no. He really is attracted to this big ol' caboose of mine.
And that feels fuckin' amazing, sweetheart.
" She glances at Jakob over my shoulder.
"If the man says he thinks your ass is perfect, don’t argue.
Just say thank you and show it to him every chance you get.
He'll appreciate it, and you'll eventually believe him.
" She lifts her chin at Jakob. "Now. Show him your hiney. "
I bite my lip. Can I? My heart pounds. I sat on his lap and it was fine. These people are crazy, though. So…mooning the man when he's been down my throat shouldn't be a thing.
It's the audience that's holding me up.
I swallow hard and bite my lip and hold my breath…and then push my borrowed leggings down, baring my backside to Jakob.
When I find the courage to look at him, his jaw is tight, and his eyes are blazing.
"Pull the fucking things back up, goddammit," he snarls. His voice drops to a growled whisper. "Unless you want me to fuck you in the airplane bathroom."
I hurriedly obey, and the instant the leggings are in place, he yanks me backward onto his lap. Fully onto him, this time. My back to his front, my ass firmly seated on his crotch—and I can feel the evidence that he really is capable of following through with that threat.
"Having you on my lap is fucking torture," he breathes in my ear. "Do you have any clue how badly I need you?”
I shake my head. "No, I don't."
"That ass," he murmurs. “The things I want to do to it?"
"Jakob," I whisper, an admonishment. “Not here."
"I won't do anything here," he answers. "But I'll tell you what I want to do." A pause. "What I'm going to do the second we're alone."
I can't breathe. Terra has gone back to Saxon, Sophia to Lorenzo. We're alone back here. No one is looking anymore.
I don't want him to tell me what he wants to do. Not because I don't want to hear it, though. Because I do—so badly. I want to hear more than that. I want him to do all of it. Now. Here. In front of everyone.
Not really.
But my arousal is an inferno inside me—feeling his erection against my buttocks has set me off. Hearing that snarl in his voice. His hands on my hips.
Oh god.
I need him.
"What, Jakob?" I breathe. "What are you going to do?"
He grinds his erection against me. "Put you on your hands and knees," he huffs in my ear, voice a silky soft whisper, midnight dark and shivering with erotic promise.
Or threat. Either works. "Spank this big beautiful ass until it's pink all over.
" His voice drops yet further until I have to strain to hear him, even with his lips against my ear.
"Yes, I said big. I fucking love your ass, Brys.
You are not allowed to do anything to make it smaller or change it in any way.
Do you understand me? This ass is mine. It's big and beautiful and perfect—and mine. Are we clear?"
"Yes, Jakob," I breathe.
He means it.
Invisible shackles loosen. Open. Fall away.
"Good." He nips my earlobe. Nuzzles the side of my throat. "Once I've properly spanked you, do you know what I'm going to do?"
"N-no?"
"Fuck you from behind." He pushes against me, and the thick ridge of his erection nestles against my backside; I have to open my eyes and look around to remind myself that we're not alone, or I'd have him inside me within ten seconds.
"And when I say fuck you, Brys, I mean fuck.
Hard. Fuck you so hard your ass will shake until it hurts.
And while I'm fucking you, I'm going to put a finger inside your tight little asshole. "
"Jesus, Jakob!"
"Has anyone had you there?" he asks.
I shake my head, feeling faint. "N-no. No. No one. Never. Nothing. Never been touched back there."
"Then I'll be careful and gentle. I'll fuck you hard and finger you gently." His voice is…oh god. It makes me drip. "Do you want that, Brys?"
“Yeah," I huff. "So bad."
"Yeah?" he demands. “Is that it? That's all you have to say? Yeah?"
"Yes, Jakob."
"Better."
His erection is nestled between my butt cheeks. I can't stop myself from grinding on him, dragging my ass against him, feeling him slide against me. Imagining him inside me.
God, that cock…I fucking want it. I want him. I need him.
"When can we be alone?" I whimper. "I need you, Jakob."
"What do you need, Brys?"
“You?"
“You have me right now."
"Your cock."
"What about it?"
I grind harder, faster. I feel him tense. "I need it."
"You need my cock?"
"Yes, Jakob. I need your cock." I twist on his lap and breathe my words directly into his ear. "I need it inside me."
"Where inside you?"
"Everywhere," I answer, squirming. I've forgotten that anyone else exists. "In my mouth. In my pussy. In my ass. I just need you."
"Ladies and gentlemen, we're making our approach into Las Vegas," a male voice says from everywhere and nowhere at once. "Please reorient your seats and buckle up for landing."
"Guess you'll just have to wait a bit longer then, won't you?" Jakob answers, lifting me onto the seat beside him and buckling me in. "But not for long."