2. Rose – Six Weeks Earlier #2
I reached for it, having forgotten I was still wearing it, but my hand froze before I took it off.
No, I was not sure I wanted to expose myself, not quite yet.
There was something far too fun about teasing this out a little while longer, seeing what I could embolden myself to do when behind that mask.
"Well, maybe I like it that way," I shot back. "Easier to get away with stuff when you’re behind a mask."
"And what exactly are you getting away with?"
I flicked my tongue over my lips, and I noticed his gaze move down to catch sight of it.
He was not bothering to hide his attraction to me, and right now, there was enough alcohol in my system to embolden me to test it.
I knew I should be smarter than this, that I should cut off every bit of involvement with this family and move on with my life, but when he looked at me like that, it was hard not to crave something... more.
"I haven’t decided yet."
"Well, we have a couple of hours left of the flight," he replied, not breaking my gaze. "So you’ve got plenty of time to figure it out."
I grinned. I liked that idea. I didn’t know exactly what I intended to do, but his presence was warming the base of my spine.
What would be the harm in going out with a bang?
If I was never going to see any of Petar’s family again, then there was no harm in bolstering my bruised ego a little with the attentions of this older man.
And Ilya... he must have been nearly fifteen years older than me.
Late thirties, probably. I had never been the kind of girl who was particularly attracted to older guys, but there was no denying that there was something about him that went beyond all the superficial stuff.
As he glanced out the window, I caught a glimpse of his sharp jawline, the smattering of stubble along it.
I was suddenly wondering what it might feel like to touch it.
"That’s what these masks are for, aren’t they?" I remarked, breaking the quiet once more.
Ilya looked back at me. "What do you mean?"
"Like, being able to do whatever you want," I explained. "They’re here so you can completely lose yourself, don’t you think?"
"I suppose you could say that."
"But you’re not wearing one," I observed, frowning slightly.
"Because I have nothing to hide," he replied, grinning.
I liked his smile. There was something uninhibited about it, something that drew out a feeling deep inside me that I wasn’t able to put into words.
"Hmm, I think I’m starting to get that," I conceded. "If I had private-jet money, I think I’d want to show it off, too."
"You think I’m showing off to you?"
My eyes widened slightly. "No, I didn’t mean it like that—"
But he rose to his feet, closing the distance between us. "Because let me make one thing entirely clear," he murmured, his face so close to mine now that I could feel his breath on my skin. "If I wanted to show off... I have other ways of doing that."
This was my chance. The way he was looking at me right now, he was telling me what he wanted. Telling me that I could have it, if I was just willing to close the last few inches between us and kiss him properly.
And God, there was a part of me that wanted nothing more than to do just that. The alcohol and the emotion and the sheer heat between us were impossible to ignore. If I drew this out for one more second, I thought I might burst.
Fuck it. After tonight, I was done with this part of my life. Why not give myself something to remember it by before I go?
I moved towards him, and he closed his mouth over mine, tucking his hand behind my head as he drew me into him.
His tongue entered my mouth, and I could taste the bite of the scotch on his lips, almost as intoxicating as his hands on my body.
I moaned into our embrace, and he pulled me from my seat, taking me over to his so that I had no choice but to settle there in his lap.
"Good girl," he murmured as he spread my legs, pulling them to either side of him and slipping his hands beneath my dress to push it up over my hips. His touch was insistent, leaving nothing unexplored, and he kissed me again as he unzipped my dress, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the ground below. For a moment, I thought he would make a move for my mask, but he didn’t touch it, seeming to believe what I said to him about needing it to get away with my sins.
One hand palmed at my breasts while the other pushed into my panties, sliding along my folds and grazing the outside of my slit. I whimpered against his mouth, and he caught my lip between his teeth as he circled my clit for the first time.
"You’re already so wet for me," he growled against my mouth. "This is what you wanted all along, huh?"
Even if I had the capacity to speak right now, I couldn’t contradict him.
I grasped his face in my hands, pushing my fingers through his hair and kissing him frantically as he stroked my swollen nub with his fingers.
I could already feel his hardness nudging against me through his pants, and I knew it would not be long until I needed to feel him push into me.
He hooked his fingers around my panties and tore them off in a single motion, tossing them aside. It struck me, somewhere at the back of my lust-addled mind, that I was naked in the middle of this aircraft. There were at least some staff on board.
As if reading my mind, Ilya pulled back for a moment as he grabbed my ass, leaning his mouth into my ear.
"Don’t worry," he murmured. "None of them will dare disturb us."
He turned his head to kiss me again, and our tongues hungered for each other as he pulled me down against his bulge, my bare pussy grinding on the outside of his slacks.
He grinned against my mouth at the sounds I made, growing needier and needier with every passing second, unable to think about anything other than how much I wanted him, how willing I was to do anything he wanted me to as long as he gave me what I wanted.
"Tell me what you need," he whispered, the words tracing their shape against my lips.
My head was so scrambled, I couldn’t come up with an answer at first, but eventually, I managed to moan back to him, hoping that would be enough to convince him that I was ready.
"You’re going to need to do better than that," he teased me, flexing his hips up against me roughly.
I moaned again, trying to remember what it felt like to be able to speak.
"Come on, I know you can do it," he said.
I finally parted my lips, forcing the words out of my mouth, pleading with him for what I needed more than anything in the world.
"I want you to fuck me," I gasped out at last.
And that seemed to be all the invitation he needed to give me what he’d been holding back on. He slipped his hand to his zipper and tugged it down just far enough that he could pull his erection into his fist, grabbing my hip with his other hand to bring me just an inch or two above his cock.
"There you go, baby," he said as he slowly dragged my hips down on top of him, watching my folds part to envelop his cock for the first time.
I grasped the back of the chair, placing my other hand against his chest to steady myself, just letting the pressure of it build and build inside me as he fed inch after inch of his erection into me.
"That’s it," he encouraged me, smoothing a hand over the small of my back once I settled into his lap. "Just sit there. Feel me inside you."
He kissed me softly as he began to grind his hips up into mine, but it didn’t take long until he moved with more purpose, once he saw that I was capable of taking every inch of his length at once.
My nails sank into his shoulders for leverage as he drove himself up and into me, his gaze not moving from my face, as if he was enjoying every second of my reaction.
"You look so good with my cock inside you," he whispered to me, and the words seated themselves, white-hot, into my memory in an instant.
I dropped my hips onto him a little further, the sounds of our bodies coming together filling the small space of the cabin around us.
I was distantly aware of the engines below, the clinking of our glasses on the table beyond as he moved into me over and over again, but all I could focus on was the pleasure starting to build to near-unbearable levels between my legs.
"Tell me how it feels," he ordered me as he leaned back for a moment, his gaze roving all over my body as I pressed my hips to his.
"It feels... it feels so full," I confessed.
That seemed to please him. A grin spread over his lips.
"And what else?"
"Feels so good," I panted out as I stirred myself against him, feeling myself rocket towards the edge.
He slipped his hand to my lower belly, flattening his palm there and reaching down so he could play with my clit as he continued to thrust up and into me.
The sudden dual stimulation makes me cry out, and I forget that anyone else was on this plane, that there was anyone else in this whole goddamn sky other than the two of us right now.
My orgasm was building fast, the insides of my thighs twitching as I started to close in on my climax.
Ilya’s tongue swept along the inside of my bottom lip, and that was all it took to push me over the edge, my body collapsing into his as I spasm on top of him.
He held me there, gripping my hips as he continued to hold himself there inside me.
The pulsations of my walls around him was all it took to push him into his own release, and a few seconds later, I felt his warm seed flooding me.
I clutched onto his shirt, the fabric balling in my hand, and tried to commit as much of this moment to memory as I could—the way he felt, smelled.
The way he looked at me, those eyes so dark, they almost looked black in this light.
Because this might be the last time that I ever had anything to do with this family. But damn, I made sure that I went out with a bang.
And this was something that I would never forget.