Chapter Three
Wick
Releasing a sigh of relief, Wick looked around. She was just about to grab a white chef’s overcoat when she was brought to an abrupt halt by a grip of steel closing around her nape.
“What the fuck!? Let me go,” she ordered as she attempted to free herself. Instead, she was bulldozed down a short hallway, spun around, and slammed against the wall with the same hand clamped around her throat.
“That is a very good question, little witch. Who are you, and what the fuck are you doing on this plane?”
Wick swallowed hard as she struggled to find her breath and blinked in the bright overhead light.
How the hell did this happen? No one ever gets the draw on me. I didn’t even hear—
Holy shit! This man is even more potent up close.
Forget about the damn man, Wick! Keep your libido under control, for fuck’s sake, and concentrate on getting out of trouble. More importantly… to breathe!
The direness of the predicament she found herself in finally registered when his fingers tightened and cut off her ability to breathe to almost non-existent. Gasping, she clawed at his hand but couldn’t budge the grip he had on her.
“Stop struggling, and you’ll be able to breathe.” The guttural voice penetrated her hazed-over mind. Her eyes flashed a dangerous blue laser at him.
“Ea-easy for you to say,” she whispered but forced down the natural instinct to keep fighting for her freedom.
“I’m waiting.”
“I’m a server. It’s a new gig, so I’m a little lost as to—”
The vise around her neck tightened another notch in warning.
“I detest liars. Every person, servers included, boarding this plane is pre-approved, and your pretty face has never crossed my desk for authorized entry.”
“There must be some mistake. I can assure you I’m here only to serve.”
An evil grin carved his lips skew. The glint in his eyes warned her that the words she uttered sealed her fate for whatever came next.
“That’s good to know.” His eyes turned calculating. “You’re good, little witch, but I’m better.”
“I don’t follow.”
“Three days,” he grimaced. “I usually pick up a stakeout within a couple of hours, but you’re damn good.” He anchored his hips between her legs flopping in the air. She could barely touch the floor with her toes. The hard ridge digging into her stomach robbed her of the little oxygen she could draw into her lungs.
“St-Stake out?” Wick cursed, the stammer falling from her lips. How the hell was she supposed to convince this hot toddy that she was a server if she couldn’t even string her thoughts together at the brief touch of his hard cock? Regret flowed over her as he pulled back and took the delicious feeling of sexual promise with him. The blush that started at her chest rapidly raced upward to coat her cheeks red as she noticed his satisfied grin. How humiliating! The alphahole knew the effect he had on her.
“It seems I need to revert to more stringent measures to drag the truth out of you.”
“I am— Holy shit! What are you doing?” she screeched as he summarily yanked her loose jogging pants and panties down to bare her naked girlie bits to his darkening gaze.
“You claimed to be a server on the plane tonight, which means you have signed the NDA and knew what to expect when you came onboard. Spread your legs.”
“Like hell, I will.” She did her best to do the opposite, but for some reason, her lower body seemed to be divorced from her brain, and she couldn’t move a muscle.
“Hmm, well, I guess I’ll have to improvise then.”
“Fuuck! No! Let me doooown,” she wailed. The air shifted as suddenly she was hoisted up against the wall. In a single smooth move, one leg was freed from the confines of her clothes before he hooked her knees over his shoulders and then buried his face between her thighs.
“Fuck-fuck-fuck,” she whimpered as his warm, teasing lips licked and nibbled along her labia, feathering over her clit to place hot little kisses along the inside of her thigh. Her pulse raged as her body turned to a molten mess within seconds. His low growl against her silky bits was proof that he was all too aware of her reaction to his mouth’s seduction. She was mortified at being caught out.
Being tall had its advantages, but he was much taller, and to suddenly be ceiling-high in the plane hallway, held up by his shoulders, scared the living shit out of her. A fall from this height could end up in a broken leg or arm, and she… but ohh! He was good. So good that all the protests flew from her mind.
“Changed your mind, then?” he asked as he drew back, just a little, as his eyes raised while he flicked his tongue against her clit. They glowed at her from between her legs.
Good Lord, that is as hot as fuck!Wick wasn’t a prude, but none of her lovers, the few that she’d had, ever did that.
“No?” he smiled wickedly as she struggled to form the words her brain attempted to flush out of her mouth. “Then I’ll just continue until you start talking.”
“Y-you can’t dooo… ah, shiit,” she moaned as he locked his lips around her throbbing clit. His eyes caught hers again, and he wiggled his eyebrows. Without any rhyme or reason, her hips pushed into his touch. She was being sucked under by a quicksand of sensations. Wick couldn’t look away from his intense gaze if she tried since, with one glance, he managed to get her juices flooding her pussy in the most embarrassing way.
“Stop,” she moaned. “You have to stop.”
“Really?” His eyes held hers prisoner while he slid his fingers along her silky folds to trap her swollen nub between them. “I don’t have to do anything, little witch. The better question is whether you want me to stop.”
Wick arched her back in protest as his fingers moved away, then she desperately groped at the roof, useless effort at best, to keep her balance, when he placed his hands on her thighs and spread them wider. Now, his strong, wide shoulders were gone, and the only thing keeping her perched high against the wall were his huge paws.
“Ready, little witch,” he murmured with his eyes on hers as he slowly lowered her body toward his mouth.
“R-Ready for what?” she managed to croak. She had never felt this level of lust before. To look into a man’s eyes from this precarious position while he was about to eat her pussy was more than hot as fuck. It was… it was… “Ahhh!” This time, the cry that escaped her lips was loud. So loud that the head chef came charging around the corner.
“Oh! My apologies, Master J. Didna know you were here.”
Wick barely heard the Scottish drawl as the damn man still denied her what she needed, turning her oblivious to their scandalous exhibitionism. All her mind was focusing on was to have his lips sucking her labia and ravaging her pussy with his tongue.
Jax ignored the chef, who got the message and disappeared with a low mutter.
Wick’s hips jerked toward Jax as he placed soft, teasing kisses along her slit, already dripping with her creamy essence.
“It looks like you’re ready,” he cooed softly. “Tell me, little witch, do you want me to fuck your pretty pink cunt with my tongue?”
He grinned at her gasp and continued to place butterfly-soft kisses along her labia. Wick was past caring who saw them or how loud her moans of pitiful desire were. She was teetering on the edge, and her clit and pussy demanded to be serviced. Now, hard, rough, and without care, whether she asked for it or not.
Holy shit, Wick! What is happening to you?
This man, he’s what’s happening to me. Fuck, I need to come!
“Please.” Wick had never asked for any sexual pleasures, not even from Stefan, but with this man, this stranger, she was begging. Begging, for fuck’s sake!
“Please, what, little witch?” His voice was soaked in amusement, leaving Wick feeling even more lost. This was foreign to her. She always had full control over herself during sex. It was the first time she wasn’t in charge of what happened when—how fast she reached the point of no return or when and if she even managed to climax. She was completely discombobulated.
Thrusting her hips harder against his mouth, she could smell her own arousal permeating the air. Her toes curled as she looked down and detected a glint of primal instinct glimmer in his eyes as he forced her legs wider, pressing her knees against the wall. Wick protested loudly, incapable of moving or rubbing her needy clit against the roughness of his late-night beard stubbles.
“Gaawd,” she moaned as he dipped the tip of his tongue inside her slit. Once, twice… then he was gone, back to kissing her swollen labia.
“Come, little witch. Say it. Tell me to fuck your cunt with my tongue.”
Wick’s ears turned red at the crudeness of his words, but the hot craving pooling in her womb guided her hands to his head as she tried to force him closer to her core. She couldn’t move him, and frustration brought a carnal growl to birth.
“Not until I hear the words,” he said. Wick blinked at how different his voice sounded. Dark, demanding… dominant. Her body reacted immediately by releasing a trickle of creamy juices. Wick was mortified. She had never been this horny in her entire life. Past caring what he thought of her—and God help her, she couldn’t even recall why she was here—she finally gave in to his demands.
“Yes, fuck my pussy with your tongue. Lick it, suck it, bite it… do what you want with it. Do it. Just do it now.” She didn’t recognize her own voice, hoarse, clipped, and filled with unbound lust.
“So demanding,” he teased with a gentle smile. “Very well, little witch. Your wish is my command.” His eyes moved over her spread-open womanhood. “So, fucking wet and tight… ready and waiting. Such a pity I won’t be the one pounding this cunt in punishment for stowing away on the plane,” he murmured.
Wick frowned as his words penetrated until he flicked out his tongue, sliding it slowly inside her, and she forgot all about them. In, out, in, out, then he ran his tongue over the length of her slit. He licked, sucked, and nibbled.
“Oh gaawd, I… I… that’s so… I…” Wick couldn’t form a coherent sentence as her hands flailed in the air, clawing at the roof, slapping her palms against the wall in a desperate search for something to hold on to. She needed to anchor herself before she unraveled completely. In the end, her hands landed on his head. Her ass clenched, and her toes curled so tight, they hurt as he pleasured her. With her mind going blank, her fingers fisted in his hair as she forced her hips down to ride his face, his tongue buried deep inside her core.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” he said, pausing briefly. “Keep fucking my face, little witch. Show me how needy you are for my tongue.”
“Yes, damn you. Fuck my pussy,” she said as she rubbed herself over his face, arching her back as he pushed his tongue back inside, fucked her wildly with it, then rubbed the tip over her clit, again and again, slowly building her climax. His tongue found the hot recess of her body again, and he sucked… hard. Lowering one leg onto his shoulder, he closed his fingers around her clit, rolling and pinching while feeding greedily at the creaminess of her lust coating his tongue.
“Oh, sweet little fucks,” she cried as his clever tongue found her sweet spot, stroking and tapping against it until she finally became undone. Her hoarse cries washed over them in tumultuous waves of ecstasy, drowning her in the feral demand of a climax. She had never believed women who claimed to see stars—she would never scoff at them again as the black void suddenly impairing her vision was glittering like the darkest universe filled with a myriad of tiny orbs.
Jax didn’t stop; he kept swirling his tongue around her sensitive nub while slowly working his fingers deep inside her, finger fucking her continued clenching pussy.
“Again, I ask, little witch. Who are you, and what are you doing on this plane?”
“I…” Wick dragged in a deep breath, desperate to calm her thundering heart and pulsing body. It was a fruitless exercise. When he lowered her legs and stepped back, she dropped to the floor like a ragdoll. She didn’t even realize how she was sprawled at his feet—undignified, with one leg drawn up at the knee and the other spread out to the side. More horrifying was the creamy pool of her climax settling below her on the floor.
“No? Still not talking?” He smiled at her failed attempt to straighten her shoulders.
Asshole! How am I supposed to appear all alpha girl when I’m as weak as a lamb? Fucking hell. I have never come this hard in my life!
“It seems my tactic didn’t work. I guess that means I take you to the big man.” Although his voice had turned stern and commanding, his hands were gentle when he helped her get back into her jogging pants and sneakers that had come off her feet at some point.
“What do you mean, the big man?”
“The owner of the GoldenEye Airbus you’re on, little witch.” His chuckle didn’t assuage her growing unease. “Believe me, he doesn’t take well to trespassers.”
“Look, this was all a misunderstanding. I’ll just leave. No foul, no harm, right?”
“I’m afraid that won’t be possible.”
“Why not? Look, I’ll just walk out the way I came. No one but you will be any the wiser.”
“No, you can’t, for the simple reason that we’re already thirty thousand feet in the air.”