Chapter 24
tickle fight
LEXI
As the airplane’s floor moved under our feet and we fell, Nicolai’s arms encased the back of my head, pressing my cheek against his shoulder as we rolled.
My hair was mostly down around my shoulders, and it floated everywhere as we tumbled, the chestnut curls snarling on my bare shoulders, sticky from the Las Vegas desert heat and snagging in my mouth and catching on Nicolai’s collar and white bow tie and ears and lips.
It still seemed weird to look down at my hair and see strands of that deep shade of brown instead of the yellowish-white it had been dyed for the last three years. The lustrous dark strands looked like someone else’s hair was spreading over us.
Nicolai was protecting me from getting hurt with both his arms around my head as we rolled. I used the opportunity to launch a tickle offensive, getting my hands under his waist-length tuxedo coat jacket and digging my fingers into his ribs again.
Nicolai curled even though we were still flopping a little bit. “Taking advantage of my gallantry, not fair!”
He hooked one of his knees around my legs and swiped at my hands, grabbing one and pinning it to the floor while he flipped me over and ground his fingertips into my ribs.
I giggled and laughed and tried to crawl away, but then I was flat on my stomach on the floor. His massive weight was lying on my back. I was completely helpless, trying to wrench my own arms behind myself to tickle him.
Nicolai shoved one knee between my thighs to pin my long skirt down so I couldn’t move or crawl away from him while he tickled me.
Even though I was being tickle-tortured, his fingers grasping at my ribs and forcing me to laugh so hard that I thrashed around and couldn’t draw a breath before the tickling overcame me and I had to scream again, I was far too aware of his warm breath on the back of my neck and his strong thigh at the apex of my legs, pressing against me every time I moved.
I tried to escape his hands digging into my flesh, kneading, grasping, but his leg bolting my dress to the floor trapped me so that every time he made me wiggle by tickling my sides and my spine at my waist, every time he forced me to writhe from laughing and rocking to get away from his fingers, the muscle of his thigh rubbed between my legs, making me light-headed, sending rivulets of pleasure up my body, and my breath came shorter.
I was desperately losing the tickle fight, entirely helpless and unable to retaliate at all, exhausted from his tickling me.
He kept letting off for just a few seconds to let me catch my breath, his breath whispering up my spine above the top of my dress, and then he would renew the attack and I was flailing uselessly against the carpeting once again.
His knee pulsed against my center, a devastating counter beat to his warm breath on the back of my neck and his fingers digging into my ribs.
Even though I was scream-laughing, I wanted to moan, I wanted to moan his name, I wanted to grab him and pull him down to me and kiss him and taste his tongue in my mouth.
Outside the airplane, the engine howled.
Nicolai sat back on his heels, retreating from where he was holding me down. I pushed myself up on my arms and twisted to look back over my shoulder at him.
Nicolai’s gaze raked up my body from the backs of my knees over my butt and met my eyes. His level stare was like a hunting predator. This was no longer a game to him.
Shock almost snapped me out of the intoxication, but he scrambled down, locking one arm around my waist and hauling me up. He crushed me against himself, pressing my body down to rub my panties on his thigh to send yet another zing of pleasure whipping through me.
Nicolai was kneeling with his back to the galley kitchen’s cabinets. When the plane accelerated hard, the sudden speed shoved me back against his chest and his cock.
The plane tilted up, lifting off at a steep angle, and the gravity pressed me down hard on his thigh, grinding me against him.
My gasp and stretch gave me away that I was as turned on as he was, and he ground the hard rod of his erection against my ass.
The citrus and musk of his cologne billowed around me, and he nipped my shoulder and ran his lips up the side of my neck to my ear.
The spin of my head felt like I’d been drinking all night.
“If this wouldn’t be your first time, I’d flip your skirt up and pull you down on my cock and fuck you while rubbing your clit with one hand and tickling you with the other,” Nicolai growled in my ear.
“I’d make you come so hard you’d want to scream, but you wouldn’t be able to because I wouldn’t let you catch your breath.
By the end of this plane ride, you’d hate me and never be able to leave me. ”
My head was spinning, and I reached behind myself, arching my back and grasping his shoulders. “Do it,” I whispered.
“No,” he whispered back, reaching down with one hand and pressing my hips against his leg, still between my thighs, forcing my body down to rub my panties against the round muscle of his thigh. “Not here. Not your first time, not like this. Somewhere beautiful. Somewhere you deserve.”
“Please,” I whimpered. I wanted, I wanted. The overwhelming need was driving me out of my mind. I knew it was going to hurt, and I didn’t care. My need was so great that I was craving the pain.
The plane was speeding into the sky at a steep angle, pinning us both back against the cabinets but pressing me down so hard that I couldn’t move with my legs folded under me.
“Not here,” Nicolai repeated, but he grabbed the delicate white-gold silk of my skirt and dragged it up my leg until he could slide his hand under the fabric to stroke my bare skin, and then he slipped his fingers in the top of my panties and reached down between my legs.
He stroked, and I was already so wet from kissing him and dancing with him and fooling around with the tickling and rubbing against him that his finger slipped first against my clit and then inside of me.
The manic tension drove me into a frenzy, my body impossibly bucking against gravity, holding me against him with his thumb massaging and circling my clit while his fingers stroked inside me.
Nicolai bit down on my neck and grabbed my breast to pinch my nipple with his other hand, and I swear to God that my whole body broke apart with a blast and throbbing punching through me.
It lasted and lasted with each caress of his hand on my clit and in my core, each cruel squeeze of his fingers on my breast, and the sting of his teeth where my shoulder met my throat.
And then I was gasping, my breath harsh in my throat, while another and another and another pulse rocketed through me with each grasp of his hands and teeth, until he slowed, until he gentled his touch, and each throb lightened until I could hear the plane’s engines outside on the wing and see the darkened plane’s cabin around me.
“Jesus,” Nicolai said, his voice strangled. “God, I want to have you. I want to take you until you come like that on my cock. I want to fuck you unconscious.”
“Do it,” I whispered again.
He nipped the skin on my neck again like he could not stop himself from giving me pleasure or pain, whichever it was. “Oh, you are the temptress I have been praying for and dreading all my life.”
He yanked his hand out of my panties, and my hips jerked, trying to follow his fingers.
The plane was mostly level by then, flying in the night.
I squirmed, turning where I sat between his legs. My gown was tangled around my legs, but I kicked it, and then my hands were on his chest, yanking at his white tie and untangling it.
“Lexi—” he whispered.
I plucked at his tiny shirt buttons, yanking open the fine fabric, until I could slide my hand on his tee shirt inside and lean to nip at the tattooed skin on his shoulder like he’d been doing to me.
His arms crushed around me, his breath harsh in his throat. “Lexi, I’m not a criminal, but you can’t tease me like this. It’s torture.”
I wrested the bottom of his tee shirt from where it was tucked into his waistband and slipped my hand underneath, his abs working like a corded bellows under my fingers.
He stretched, lifting his arm above his head and grabbing onto the countertop, then arched his back as I wrapped my other arm around his waist and pushed my body and breasts against him.
He grabbed my ass, his fingers clutching, his abandon altogether different than when he’d been pleasuring me.
I crawled up his body sprawled against the galley cabinets and whispered, “Teach me.”
His dark hair was mussed and falling down over his forehead. “Lexi, we can’t. I can’t.”
I pulled my hand away from his clenching stomach and reached for his hand on the backside of my gown, lifting it to my mouth to suck his thumb.
He watched me, his gaze sharpening, his light blue eyes riveted on my mouth locked around his thumb.
I swirled my tongue over his fingertip.
Nicolai slipped out from behind me. I rolled backward a little bit, but he was already catching my hand and lifting me to my feet before he bent and swept my legs out from under me, carrying me toward the conference table.
One of the wide chairs had swiveled outward, probably from the acceleration of takeoff, and Nicolai dropped into a half squat and then sat heavily in it, sitting me on his lap and then shoving my legs between his and pushing on my shoulders.
I slithered down his chest and legs and was a puddle on the floor at his feet.
“Open your mouth.”
I blinked, and my lips parted.
“You wanted to learn?” he snarled. “You wanted me to teach you? Then open your mouth, angel, because I am going to fucking die if I don’t have your mouth.”
I dropped my jaw a little farther so my mouth was wide in an O.
He gathered my hair in a thick handful at the nape of my neck, pulling down to rock my head back to look up into his eyes. “This is okay.”
It sounded like a command, and his jaw bulged as he ground his teeth, but his gaze into my eyes was serious.
I nodded, still keeping my mouth wide open like he should aim down my throat.
Yes, it was okay. Yes, I wanted to learn.
Yes, I wanted to know how to do things to him to make him as helpless as I had been in his hands.
“Fuck,” he growled and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants with one hand, holding the back of my head by the thick wad of my hair in his hand.
He yanked his pants and underwear away from his cock, already weeping clear droplets, and he was dragging me by the back of my head toward it and shoved it in my mouth and throat.
The stiff hardness of his cock and the faint wet salt of those drops sliding against my tongue and inside my mouth and throat was as sensuous as a deep kiss, and he slowly lowered my head down and then up on him.
His scent as I lowered my mouth onto his cock was pure masculine musk, clean and thoroughly male, earthy and intoxicating, not diluted with the citrus and forest wood of his cologne.
“Jesus, Lexi,” he uttered with a catch in his throat.
I licked up the front of his cock with the flat of my tongue and then plunged over the top again.
“That’s good, my angel. Fuck yeah, that’s good.” His voice was so low, his words were a rumble in his chest. “Fuck, I’m not going to last. Look up at me.”
I was right at the top of a stroke, so I flipped my eyes up to meet his ice blue eyes locked on mine, and I ran my tongue hard around the tip of his cock and then let it plunge as far back into my mouth and throat as I could, pumping up and down on it while I looked deeply into his eyes.
His whole body went rigid under my arms bracing myself on the chair on either side of his thighs, and he threw his head back, his neck straining.
Yeah, that was what I wanted to learn how to do to him.
He gasped like he was drowning and yanked at my hair, pulling my head away from him. The suction of my mouth released his cock with a hard pop.
And his hand went around his cock and pumped once, and his hips bucked.
I surged forward and grabbed his cock, shoving it into my mouth again, and I sucked.
His fingers dug into the hair at the back of my neck again and my shoulder, his whole body straining under my mouth and my hands on his hips. “Lexi, if you don’t want me to—Fuck!”
More wet salt flooded my mouth and tongue, spurts of it, clean and wet, and I swallowed.
His hands grabbed my shoulders, and he dragged me off my knees and my whole body into his lap and cradled me in his arms.
His voice was a choke. “Lexi, my angel, my Lexi.”