Chapter Two
Lawson
I am in trouble the moment I lay eyes on her.
Going to a wedding is the last place I expect to find a woman. Sure, lots of men go there hoping to score with a sad single girl, but not me. How could anything good come from two slightly sad singles hooking up for a night or two? More misery and loneliness are what comes from that.
Celebrating a friend finding love is worth making the trip to Heart Harbor. Benji is worth a trip anywhere, even for a wedding. Being there for him was not even a question. I want to be there for him on his big day. I had no plans to look for a woman—and yet before I even get to the wedding, I have found one.
Lark is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. It is more than her thick curves and the dark hair spilling down her shoulders in thick waves. More than the spark of humor in her blue eyes. There is heat simmering in her beautiful eyes, a desire that no one has seen to, no one has fed. The moment I saw it flare in those eyes, I was done for.
I want to be the one who feeds all her desires.
Watching her ass sway left to right as she heads to the back, I push my palm down on my stiff cock. From the moment I took a seat next to her, I was turned on. Not because I saw the sweet smut she was reading. Because something sparked in the air between us so hot I quickly grew uncomfortable with the rub of my expensive suit against my skin.
Standing, I go down the aisle slowly, not wanting to make anything too obvious. Not that I would mind the entire plane knowing I am about to please Lark anyway she lets me. I joked about crashing weddings all weekend because I would love to have her for the weekend.
“I’m here, love,” I call quietly as I knock once at the door.
It slides open and there she is. Sitting on the sink, a coy smile at her pink lips. Stepping in, I pull the door shut, locking it behind me. It’s not too small a space surprisingly, but I still bend to fit inside with her. Framing her face with gentle hands, I smile too, so thrilled I am getting her to myself.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” I whisper to as I bend my head, touching my brow to hers. “I want you so badly I ache. Feel it, love, feel what you’ve done to me,” I demand, taking one of her hands and sliding it inside my trousers.
Lark gasps when her little hand wraps around my bare cock. I jerk in her hand, hissing when she rubs her thumb over the tip. We’ve sat together, talking about dirty books while I brazenly touched her. It was not enough for me. My hand on her thigh slid higher and higher as we talked, and I knew I had to touch her, I had to hear her come, had to taste it on my lips.
“I’ve been dying to taste you,” I mumble against her mouth, cradling the back of her neck as I yank her head back. “Sit back, spread those thighs.”
Nodding, she obeys, making my dick jerk. Such a good girl for me. Sliding back, she takes a quivering breath before she spreads her thighs, holding my gaze. Fuck, she’s so hot, I’ve never wanted anything like I want to get inside her. I’ve been entranced since I first laid eyes on her.
Lowering my head, I brush my lips over hers. Just a tease. Lark moans and I break immediately. I lick her mouth greedily and push my tongue past her soft lips, both of us groaning as I taste her. My hands drop to grasp her skirt, pushing it up to her hips. I grasp her panties, pulling them down slowly, as I eat her mouth and the sexy whimpers she pants against my tongue.
“Good girl, got nice and wet for me to get a good taste,” I hum when my fingers pass over her bare sex, finding her soaked.
“Please,” she cries, her hips rocking against my touch. “Please, I need it, Lawson.”
“So do I, love. Need to make you come more than I need to breathe.”
Dropping to kneel in front of her, I grasp her thighs to lift them on my shoulders. Kissing each creamy thigh, I get a good look at her pink pussy. It’s perfection if I have ever seen it. Puffy, soaked, glistening with need, the swollen clit peeking out at me in need. I bend, lashing her with my tongue once. Lark moans loudly, no doubt alerting the whole plane what we’re up to. I don’t care. Let them hear how good I am making her feel.
“Feed me that pretty pussy, love. Put it all in my mouth,” I growl, suckling at her thigh, letting off with a pop before I go back to her pussy.
“Yes, yes, Lawson,” she whimpers, her hips rocking her slit against my tongue as I shove it between her stickiness.
Lark is timid at first, circling her hips as I grasp her lush ass in my hands. When I scrape my teeth over her clit, she grows brazen. Her hips start to rock faster, hands coming to the back of my head. Then she is fucking my face, rubbing her pussy greedily against my hungry mouth, moaning as I eat her as hungrily as if she will be my last meal.
Reaching up, I yank at her top, exposing a pretty pink lace bra. With impatient fingers, I pull at the lace, letting her tits spill free. Her hands take over, cupping her breasts, fingers rolling the budded nipples. Lark pants my name, rocking faster, harder, moaning as I lick her greedily, suckling at her swollen pearl.
“Come on my tongue. I want to drink down every drop of you,” I hiss, biting at her clit until she shouts my name, her hips rocking faster, harder, my tongue fucking into her with fervor.
“Yes, yes, I’m going to come. Please, don’t stop, I want to come, baby,” she purrs, locking her gaze on mine as I slip my thumbs inside her, sucking noisily at her pussy.
Her tightness sucks at my thumbs and I almost come myself. I reach down, pulling myself out of my slacks, jerking my aching length with one hand. I have never been so hot or so hard for anyone before. No one has ever had me this twisted up before. Watching her chase her pleasure is the hottest thing I have ever seen, and I know I am in trouble.
Because now I want to see all her colors of pleasure.
“That’s a good girl,” I purr as I tighten my hands on her thighs as they start to shake on my shoulders. “Give me your sugar, sweet girl. Good girl.”
Lark arcs against my mouth as she comes, crying out before she slams both hands over her mouth. There is no way the whole plane hasn’t heard us. Hell, I hope they have. They will all know I am the one making her come, I am the one making her so hot she had to get off right here and right now.
Once her shudders start to slow, I stand, fist still around my pulsing shaft. Lark gazes at me through drooped lids, smiling when she sees my hand working. Spreading her thighs wider, she tilts her hips. I growl and nod, so turned on by what she wants I can’t help myself. I press the swollen crown against her bare pussy, jerking until I come all over the pink flesh.
“Ah, hell,” I hiss, rubbing the sticky mess all over her. “That’s so bloody pretty,” I remark as my cum glistens on her slick folds.
Lark stuns me when she swipes two fingers through her slit, scooping some up. Bringing it to her mouth, she moans as she sucks me off her fingers. I pin her beneath me, pushing my still hard shaft inside her a few inches. Then I lick her mouth, tasting the both of us on her sweet lips.
“Jesus, you’ve done a number on me, baby,” I groan, reaching between us to pluck at her nipples.
Grinning up at me, she is so sated, so sexy, so fucking beautiful, my heart aches. Oh yeah, I am in trouble. I think I met my match on this flight to paradise. I kiss her again, rubbing against her wet slit with my hungry dick, both of us wrapped up in the moment. I consider pushing inside her and claiming her when there is a knock at the door.
“Excuse me. Sir. Ma’am. You must come out. Now.”
Pulling back, I grin down at her as she flushes pink. Covering her face with her hands, she mumbles something about being bad with me. I like it. I love it, in fact. Quickly I tuck myself away, then fix her clothes. Before I open the door, I draw her close, rubbing my mouth over hers softly.
“This is not done, love,” I whisper gently before I kiss her deeply, crushing her soft curves to me.
Throwing open the door, I tuck her behind me as I nod at the flight attendant. They scowl at us and peer inside, cursing in two languages about having to clean up after us. I head back to our seat, leading Lark after me with my head held high. To her credit, she does not hide, though she does stay close to me until I get us settled back in our seats.
“They all heard us,” she whispers with the most adorable laugh.
“Yes, love, you were...quite vocal. Think I was too.”
“That was.... I mean I have never....”
“Neither have I, Lark,” I turn to her, cradling her face gently. “I had to have a little taste of you. Keep looking at me with those big pretty eyes, and I might need another taste.”
Lark flushes, bowing her head with another cute laugh. I bend to kiss her forehead, sighing as she snuggles close. My hand goes back to her thigh, where this all started, because I need to touch her now. A need I suspect won’t go away anytime soon.
Pulling her across my lap, I cradle her close, feeling her heartbeat slow as she starts to doze off. Touching my nose to the crown of her head, breathing in her sweet scent, a big mistake. Now I want it on my skin, on my sheets, in my bed. I want her in my bed. Whatever plans she had will change. Because she will be in my bed this weekend, all weekend, I must have her.
Even if I get a few days with her, I want it, I need it.
During the long flight, she wakes up for us to talk. I learn more about her as we cuddle together, whispering between kisses and teasing touches. Lark is a widow, with a son my age, and a daughter. Until she took leave, she was an English professor. I tease how hot it would be for her to have been my prof. Lark’s response tells me how much trouble I am in.
“Benji hated students seeing me as something other than a mother.”
Benji Stokes. Her son is....my best mate from college. Who’s wedding I am going to Heart Harbor for. What have I gone and done?
Whatever I have done, I won’t regret it—and I will be doing it again.