Chapter 7
RORY
Flying in a chartered jet was different from the private planes the team used for away games. I wasn’t certain about how small it was, but Gage didn’t seem worried. And it was awesome to be able to travel back to New York with him.
“Are you nervous, nerd?” he asked, his hand sliding down to my thigh and squeezing gently.
“We’re in public,” I hissed, pushing his hand away.
“That’s a stretch.” He laughed and shook his head. “We’re on a private plane. Just the two of us.”
“Plus the pilots. And the flight attendants. Especially the pretty blonde who I swear winked at you.”
The grin broadened on his handsome face. “Is that jealousy I hear?”
“What? No. Maybe.” I sighed, leaning back into the plush seat, way better than any plane seat I’d ever been in. Even the one I’d flown here on.
His palm slid down the front of my leggings, his fingers brushing over my clothed mound. “You know you’re mine, right?”
I let out a small breath, focusing on his fingers as they crept away from the spot that ached for his touch.
He unbuckled his seat belt with one hand and slid from the seat until he kneeled in front of me with a wicked smile.
“What are you doing?” I managed to gulp.
“Showing you how much you’re mine,” he growled, pulling down my leggings until they were at my ankles.
“Gage,” I gasped, looking behind me for one of the flight attendants to come rushing forward and reprimand us.
He laughed, the sound vibrating against my thighs. When I looked back down, he peppered kisses along my sensitive skin.
“It might only be chartered, but this is a private plane for now, baby. They’re not coming unless I call for them. Which I’m sure as fuck not gonna do when I have you spread out for me.”
“Gage, what are you—” Before I could finish my sentence, his mouth was on my mound, pushing aside the thin swatch of fabric from my thong with his tongue.
“Gage,” I whispered, my hands gripped around the armrests on either side of me.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby,” he murmured into my folds. “Keep quiet so I’m the only one who hears you. Don’t want to share even the sound of your pretty voice as you pant my name.”
The way his heated stare met mine as he slid a finger through my wetness had me forgetting what I was worried about. I moaned, leaning farther into the seat. He murmured his appreciation into my folds, his mouth suctioning onto my clit as he inched his finger inside me.
He wasn’t even in that far, but the sensation of being filled by his thick digit already had me close to the edge. I gasped for air, my hands flying from the armrest to his dark hair, fisting it between my fingers.
He moaned into my core, slowly adding another finger as he sucked harder on my clit.
My whole body vibrated as my orgasm ripped through me. I rocked hard against his face, riding out my climax as he licked up every last drop.
“Gage, that was…” I tried to catch my breath as I gasped for words, struggling to come up with the right words to explain what I’d just experienced. For the very first time. “Wow.”
“I’m not done with you yet,” he replied, wiping my essence from his chin.
Before I could react, my seat belt was undone, and he pulled me toward him, tasting my own saltiness on his tongue as he kissed me deeply.
This was what I had been missing all these years. No one was as passionate as Gage about football, gaming…or me.
My leggings had fallen to the floor as I wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing myself as close as I could get to him. Obviously, it wasn’t enough as he growled into my mouth, pulling me back until he was seated on the couch across from us with me straddling his lap.
I pouted, breaking our kiss. “You know this isn’t fair that I’m half naked and you’re still fully clothed.”
He smiled, using his free hand to whip off his shirt, so I finally got to see the tanned expanse of his muscled body. But something else caught my eye, gleaming in the sunlight streaming in from the plane windows.
“Is that real?” I asked, running my fingers down his pecs and nudging the silver hoop through his left nipple.
“Tug on it and see.”
I moved my hand closer, but he grabbed it, shaking his head. “With your mouth.”
“But what if I hurt you?” I whispered.
He kissed the back of my hand. “You could never hurt me.”
His words warmed my heart —and my already aching mound —as I pushed closer, running my tongue around the silver hoop before swirling it around his hardened nipple.
“Fuck, Rory, you have an amazing mouth,” he murmured, his hand going to the back of my head and running his fingers through my corkscrew curls.
I smiled against his skin, gently biting his nipple before sucking harder. But I must have done something wrong because he pulled my head back, his eyes on fire as he gazed up at me.
“I’m…I’m sorry,” I stammered, mortified over messing up the steamy moment between us.
He shook his head and stroked a finger down my cheek. “Don’t be sorry, baby. That felt too damn good, and the first time I’m going to come with you, I want to be in your tight little pussy. Not in my jeans from you just sucking my nipple.”
“Oh.” A shiver raced up my spine at the sensual promise in his heated tone. “Then…um…I guess we should stop?”
“We probably should.” His finger slid down my neck and along my collarbone, sending goose bumps in its wake. “Your first time should be somewhere special.”
I bit my bottom lip with a laugh. “Joining the mile-high club while losing my virginity sounds pretty darn special to me.”
“You think so?” He tugged my finger away and leaned forward to nip at my lip. “It’s not just the orgasm talking? The last thing I want is for you to regret anything about us.”
“That’s never going to happen.”
My reassurance was all he needed to snap into motion, shifting my hips high enough so he could pull his jeans and boxer briefs down, freeing his hard length. I looked down at the massiveness of his shaft, precome already leaking from the tip. “Except maybe trying to make that fit.”
“Where’s my fierce little nerd, who probably knows the exact science behind how my cock is gonna be a perfect fit for your tight pussy?”
His teasing snapped me out of my stupor, and I aimed a grin at him. “I probably should avoid doing that, or else I really will spoil the moment.”
“You can count on me always being up for sex with you.” He wrapped his hand around his shaft and stroked it. “Literally, with how much you turn me on.”
I grasped his shoulders as I whispered, “Show me.”
“Want this to go as smoothly as possible for you, baby.” He gripped my hips and settled me on top of him so that the tip of his dick was notched at my entrance. “You can go as slow as you need in this position.”
I never expected to lose my virginity while riding a professional football player on a private plane, but the moment was so perfect, I didn’t hesitate to follow his lead.
So I stared into his intense green eyes as he slowly lowered me down over his length.
He groaned when he bumped up against the proof of my innocence, one hand still on my hip and the other going to my clit.
“If I’m going to fit inside you this first time with the least amount of pain, I’m gonna need you to come on my cock again. Get you nice and wet.”
I gasped as he circled his hips, moving his thumb in the same motion against my sensitive nub. This time, my orgasm was a slow buildup, starting low in my belly.
“Don’t fight it, baby. Let me see you fly apart for me as you ride my cock.”
I slowly bucked my hips, needing more. “So close.”
“Damn, you feel so good,” he moaned, his eyes closing as he rocked closer to me, his thumb picking up the pace on my clit.
My whole body erupted as I rode out my orgasm, only feeling a slight pinch of pain mixed with the mind-blowing pleasure as I slid down farther. I was completely seated in his lap, with his dick fully impaling me, and I felt every ridge against my tight walls.
“Holy crap,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“You okay?” he moaned, gripping my hips while he held perfectly still.
My whole body was on fire—but in a good way—and every part of me felt alive. “I’m amazing.”
“Thank fuck, because I’m barely holding my control, baby,” he confessed, his hips bucking off the small couch.
With my body filled by him and his eyes glazed over, a thrill of feminine power swept through me.
I was the one who gave him that look. Not the winking flight attendant or the millions of girls in the stands—none of whom he’d ever paid a lick of attention to when we were together.
But me, the nerdy gamer currently riding him on a private plane.
The virgin who had pushed this gorgeous man nearly past his limit.
“Then just let go. I’m right here with you, along for the ride. Literally,” I echoed his earlier word choice since it was so appropriate.
“Do you want me to come in this pussy? Claim it so everyone knows it’s mine?” he asked, but it wasn’t a question. It was a fiery command, insinuated with each upward thrust of his hips.
“Yes. Mark me. Make me yours,” I breathed, my thighs quaking as another orgasm threatened to erupt.
Gripping harder onto my thighs, he lifted his hips to meet mine over and over again until I saw fireworks behind my eyelids. I screamed out, not caring who heard me as my entire body shook with the ferocity of my orgasm, but Gage curled up to capture the sound with his kiss.
He tumbled into the abyss of pleasure soon after, moaning into my mouth as his body went slack underneath me.
My legs were like jelly, and I couldn’t move, leaning my head against his neck as we both breathed together.
It could have been minutes or hours before I was finally able to lean back and catch his gorgeous smile.
Eventually, his gaze trailed from my lips and down to the spot where our bodies were still connected. “Look at the mess you made.”
I gasped, looking down at his lap where his come and mine had spilled out of me and leaked onto his skin.
“I’m sorry. I…” I went to move, but he pulled me back so our lips were only an inch apart.
“Don’t apologize, baby. I love seeing us mixed together. Seeing how much I turn you on. What you do to me. It’s fucking beautiful.”
He sealed his words with another kiss that took what little breath I had away. And stole my ability to think about the possible repercussions of us not using a condom when I wasn’t on birth control. Not that Gage seemed the slightest bit concerned.