Chapter Five
Reese
“Ava,” I say her name quietly. After her orgasm and kiss, both are seared to my brain. She’s so goddamn beautiful it hurts, and I only want her more.
My fucking cock aches to get inside her cunt.
My tongue is ready for a taste of her pussy.
My fingers want to feel how she comes for me and not a toy.
There isn’t a drug or shot of alcohol that can describe the hit I received from one single taste. Now her eyes are closed, arm above her head, and if I didn’t see the soft smile appear on her face, I’d say she was napping. Instead, she’s remaining where she’s entirely too still for my liking, which is fine this time. The next time Ava comes, it’ll be multiple times, one right after the fucking other. I should let her rest; it’s clear she’s worn out. Except this is a short flight and I know Tara, our stewardess, the only other employee besides Andrew, will be heading our way shortly about us needing to put on a damn seatbelt. Ridiculous if you ask me, but rules are rules, and apparently, million-dollar jets are still required to wear them during takeoff, landing, and whenever else the crew deems necessary.
“Shh, go away. Don’t talk,” she mumbles, wiggling in her seat. Ava’s skirt rides up her thick, shapely thighs, revealing more of her creamy bare skin, and it’s taking everything I have in me not to drop to my knees and bury my head between them. My nostrils flare as her scent permeates the small area, causing me to let out a low groan. Another few inches and I’d be able to see the toy she has pressed against her pussy.
Damn, I want that, a whole hell of a lot. One glance and I’d say fuck it. As much as I’d like to think it would hold me over, it wouldn’t, and then I’d do a whole lot more than eat her pretty pussy.
“Next time you can nap after you come, but for now, it’s time you take care of the toy, unless you want me to?” Ava’s eyes open, wide and worried. Gone is her relaxed state; in its place is a frazzled woman, and I’ve got to say I’m enjoying every new dimension of my curvy assistant.
“I’ll take care of it,” she states, moving so fast, I’ve barely got time to pull away before Ava is out of her seat.
“Don’t take too long. We’ll be preparing to land in a few minutes,” I warn her. Too bad she won’t let me help. Now I’m left with the visual of her hiking that sinful skirt up around her waist, taking her panties off, and seeing how wet the toy made her.
Ava mumbles something incoherent that I don’t catch, only now aware of the disarray of her clothes. Meanwhile, I sit back in my seat, re-situate my cock for who knows how many times, and wait for Ava to return. I should be working, getting ahead of the meeting. This isn’t like me. I’m always prepared. I eat, live, and breathe my company. A dinging noise interrupts my wayward thoughts on everything Ava. Glancing up, I see the light asking us to put our seatbelts on.
“Damn it.” Clearly, my timing was off, and now Ava is in the bathroom. I stand up, ready to charge back there, when the door opens, my supersonic hearing helping me yet again. The constant hum of the plane is always loud, but still, there is no way I won’t listen in case Tara decides to make her presence known.
“What’s wrong?” Ava asks. She’s completely put back together, annoying me that our time alone together is coming to a close.
Another ding alerts us before Andrew’s voice is heard throughout. “Please make sure your seat is in the upright position and your lap belt is secured. We’ll be preparing to land in three minutes.” My eyes sweep the small area, not seeing Tara anywhere. It’s good she knows I meant business when telling her to stay in the steward cabin unless someone called her.
Ava still doesn’t move closer or so much as utter another word. Which means I’m going to have to go to her. “Are you okay?” I ask, hoping she’s not overthinking the orgasm or where we’ll be going from here.
“I am, just getting my bearings.” Ava runs her hands down the sides of her body before putting one foot in front of the other. Damn. This woman is going to keep a permanent zipper impression on my cock. Each movement of her body is like foreplay. The best part about Ava? She doesn’t even realize how many heads she turns.
Finally, she’s within reaching distance. When my hands go to her shapely hips, Ava succumbs to my touch, and the dinging echoes through the cabin again.
“I’m about tired of being interrupted every time my hands are on you.” I maneuver our bodies until the back of Ava’s knees touch the edge of the seat.
“And what would you do to me if we were somewhere else?” This vixen, she has no idea all the dirty fantasies I’ve been thinking about each time I take my cock in my hand.
“I’ll tell you once we’re both seated and I don’t have to worry about Tara or Andrew hearing everything I’m going to do to you once we’re behind closed doors.” Ava takes her seat, and I move to my place next to her. My hands go to the ends of the belt, the back of my hands and fingers gliding along the fabric of her shirt. I groan, wanting this to be a different place and time. One where I can have her naked and alone.
Ava’s eyes are on mine as I click the ends together. “We’re about to land.”
Her hand is out, hesitant to touch me. No damn way am I going to let her feel like there’s a reason. “Reese,” my name comes out shyly.
“Touch me, Ava,” I demand, and my face is the last place I want her hands. I savor the softness of her palm. Imagining what she’d feel like wrapping her soft delicate fingers around my shaft. Another visual of Ava on her knees, clothes off, tits bared, and nipples pebbled into tight points. I wonder if the pretty flush covering her cheeks right now travels down the slope of her neck to her chest. I lick my lips, watching as Ava’s eyes go hazy with desire yet again.
“I want more.” She lifts her hips, but sadly, I’m having to put a hold on this, for now.
“Soon, I promise.” My head dips, needing another taste to hold me over and to appease my damn dick. Ava’s tongue lightly touches my lip, and my hunger almost takes over when a soft sigh escapes her.
“Tell me, please,” she begs when I pull back.
“The first time I get you naked, Ava, I’m going to suck and bite on your pretty nipples until you’re arching into my touch. I’ll see how much pain you like with your pleasure.” My hand cups her tit, thumb gliding over her pebbled tip. She likes what I’m saying and what I’m doing. I keep going as her eyes close. “I want you riding my face, my hands full of your ass, playing with your tight little forbidden entrance as you wrap your mouth around my cock. I can already imagine how you’ll feel around me, but one thing is for sure, Ava. You’ll come on my tongue before I take you with my cock.”
“Reese.” She licks her lips, chest heaving with each breath she takes. I’ve met my match with her. I don’t have to know what Ava’s favorite color is or how she prefers her coffee. She’s mine and she’ll always be mine.
“Damn that mouth of yours, Ava. I’m going to take it again and again.” The last thing I want to do is pull away from the moment, except I know if I don’t, Tara will give me a ration of shit, owner of the private jet or not. There are some areas in life even I can’t get away with.
“We are now preparing to land,” Tara announces, but whether that’s for my benefit or hers, who knows and who fucking cares. I settle back in my seat, needing to deal with my own belt. My eyes only leave Ava’s for a moment, and I see her nerves taking hold. Her hands are curling around the fabric of her dress, so I reach my hand out for the one that’s closest to me just as there’s a drop in elevation.
“Oh God.” My hand grips hers, bringing it up to my lips.
“You’re okay, Ava. I won’t let anything happen to you.” The noise of the jet gets louder when the wheels engage. Her eyes close and damn am I tempted to keep her occupied another way. “A few more minutes and it’ll be over. Think about what I said, Ava. The minute we’re alone, what I described is only the tip of the fucking iceberg. You’ll be going to sleep with me every night and waking up with me every morning from now on.”
I’m greeted by her green eyes. She looks taken aback by my statement. It also does the job. When we land smoothly on the tarmac, she’s so focused on me that Ava doesn’t realize the jet is no longer moving or that the light is off for us to move around.
“Reese, you can’t really mean that.” My response is halted when Tara walks through the cabin. Realization hits her face, and she slowly backs away.
“I more than mean it, and I’m going to prove it the minute we’re at the hotel.” A click of my belt, then Ava’s, and she gets with the program. I stand up, holding my hand out for Ava, and she takes mine without a second thought.
“Mr. Donovan, I’ve already arranged for your bags to be delivered to your car.” Tara appears with Andrew, and after a quick nod to them, I’m escorting Ava toward the exit. Goddamn this woman. Each step she takes in front of me only amplifies the sway of Ava’s hips, and my cock is enjoying every damn minute.
“Thank you, Tara.”
“We’ll be ready for your call,” Andrew lets me know. I’m not sure how long we’ll be staying, probably until the job is done, or if I have it my way until Ava knows exactly how I’m planning to make her mine.
“I appreciate it, Andrew.” We nod, a mutual understanding. Andrew has been my pilot long enough that he’s used to how I operate. Ava stands next to me quietly, her hand still in mine, and I see the slight uptick of Andrew’s lips. He’s lucky I don’t call him out on it; the only person holding me back is the woman standing next to me. While there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for Ava, there’s one thing I wouldn’t do to her and that’s embarrass her.
“Of course,” he replies, and Ava must sense the conversation is over. Her hand is in mine, and with her hold, I’m following Ava. Never in my life would I let anyone lead me anywhere, but with her, it seems I’ll follow her anywhere she goes. Each step down the airstairs with me behind Ava only makes me want to fuck her more. Our trip to the hotel is going to be a testament of my patience, that’s for sure.
“Don’t you dare,” I mutter into Ava’s ear as she reaches for the handle of the passenger door. I’m having second thoughts about not hiring a car to drive us through the city. Now I’m going to have to concentrate on the road as well as keeping my hands off of Ava.
“Oh, are you going to get my door for me?” She moves off to the side, a hip cocked and playful smile sent my way.
“You’re damn right I am.” Ava doesn’t respond, but one isn’t necessary as she slides into the seat. That damn skirt of hers slides up her thighs and she does nothing to pull it down. “Seatbelt.” Thankfully, she takes care of it this time.
“Yes, sir.” Her damn sass… I shake my head, watch as she puts on the belt, and then I close the door. My phone vibrates in my pocket while I walk around the hood of the car, glancing at Ava. She’s looking right at me, I lick my lips, watching as a blush blossoms along her cheeks again, and only when I wink does she look away. The phone stops, then starts right back up. There’s only one person besides my cousin who would be this goddamn incessant, and that’s Declan. I dig in my pocket, grabbing the device as I open the driver’s side door and slide inside. Lucky for us, the car is already started, air conditioning blasting, and all I’ve got to do is answer this call.
“I’ve got to answer this. If I don’t, he’ll only keep pestering me. Him and Olivia both,” I grumble.
“You don’t have to explain your every move to me, Reese.” She’s wrong about that, and we’ll talk about the subject later. I put the car in drive, Declan’s call now ringing through the car, and Ava reaches for the display and hits the accept button.
“You’re on speaker, Declan,” I announce the second the call is put through. The palm of my hand goes to the inside of Ava’s thigh. A small gasp escapes her, and I cough to cover it up.
“Got it,” he responds. Meanwhile, I’m driving with one hand on the steering wheel and the other sliding closer and closer to Ava’s pussy. Especially when she spreads her thighs open for me. Fuck yeah. I can feel the heat coming from her, and I’m going to soon find out if she put her panties back on or if she soaked them through so much that she had to leave them off.