Chapter 28
Chapter twenty-eight
Cas can’t take his eyes off me as I put on an entire show for him.
I slowly peel off all my clothes until only my panties and bra remain.
When I steal a glance at Cas, he’s gripping the back of the leather seat so hard that the soft material is indenting.
The smooth, impenetrable mask of neutrality he typically wears is completely gone.
He’s coming undone for me, and I absolutely love it.
I unclasp my bra, slipping it off to replace it with the see-through lace mesh one he handed me.
I still haven’t figured out how he knows my sizes, but I’m not sure it matters.
I’ll gladly accept lingerie from this man for the rest of my life if he’s going to look at me like I might disappear if he blinks.
I slide my panties off next, bending over in a way that ensures he has only the best view. Stepping out of them slowly, I start to replace them with the new pair, but he stops me.
“Actually, leave those off,” Cas demands. “It’ll make it easier to bend you over for your punishment if there’s nothing in my way.”
I bite my bottom lip, fighting off a smile, then slip on the cute little skirt. It barely covers my ass, but I think that’s the idea. I pull the low-cut top over my head, adjusting it so my breasts are spilling out. Finally, I tie the matching ascot around my neck.
“Your turn,” I purr.
Cas smirks, then undresses without hesitation as I watch. He starts to pull the pilot shirt on when I stop him. “Leave that off. I’ve missed those abs, captain.”
He tosses it to the side. “Better?”
“I can’t wait to be punished,” I sulk with a sexy pout.
“Good,” Cas growls.
My knees tremble, threatening to give out.
This is exactly why I had to stay away from him.
He’s so fucking irresistible. Somehow I managed to jump from one bad relationship into a situation where I fell head over heels for a complete stranger.
I thought I could walk away, but I was wrong. I’m addicted to him.
He clears the space between us in a blink. His lips ghost my earlobe as his hot breath lands against it. “Are you ready to join the Mile High Club, Vivienne?”
Fuck! How can this man be so damn sexy? My throat suddenly feels like I swallowed sand.
I stall, pressing my palms against his chest. His skin is warm, and I can feel the steady beating of his heart.
I drag my hands down his chiseled stomach, marveling at the way each muscle feels as I pass over them.
“Yes,” I manage through a moan, tracing the V outline to the edge of his pants.
I’m just about to hook one finger beneath when he rasps, “You’ve been such a bad girl. I’m going to make you beg for this cock.”
He’s no longer keeping his hands to himself.
They roam over me as if inspecting every part they missed.
I moan into his touch, wanting more. His hands cup my breasts as his thumbs stroke over my nipples until they harden beneath him.
He plays with my piercings, tracing their outline against my thin shirt.
I groan, craving more. Cas’s lips finally meet mine.
I can’t get enough of him, and I hate that I pushed him away.
It wouldn’t have changed this, though. We still would’ve been miles apart.
It was better this way. Inhaling, I breathe in his familiar scent.
All this time apart made me realize I wasn’t just trying to protect Cas.
I was protecting my heart. I’m still not ready to love again yet, but someday soon I might be able to let Cas in.
His hands roam, cupping my ass cheeks, before slipping beneath the fabric of the skirt to skim my hip. His fingers trail down my leg, dangerously close to my aching pussy. I gasp as his voice fills my ear once more.
“Don’t ever run away from me like this again, Vivienne. Do I make myself clear?” His voice is edgy, deep with need.
“Yes,” I answer, desperate for his touch.
“You’re mine.” He snarls, possessively gripping my thigh.
“Yours,” I whimper helplessly.
“That’s right, mine, and now I’m going to fuck what’s mine so hard you remember exactly who you belong to. You’ve been such a naughty girl.”
“Mmmmmm.” I can’t form words. His intensity is overwhelming. The way he wants me has every wall I’ve built up between us crumbling and crashing down.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” he asks.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“Show me how sorry you are. Beg for this cock, Vivienne. Tell me how much you missed it.” The words tumble from his ruthless lips.
“So much. I missed it so much. Please.” I roll my hips against him, hoping his hand will travel where I want his fingers to be.
He chuckles, deep, low, and throaty. “Such a greedy little thing you are.”
“Touch me. Fuck me. Please.” I’m desperate as I reach to trace the hard line of his cock.
“None of that. Stop misbehaving,” he teases, swatting my hand and spinning me away from him.
He shoves me into the chair so I’m kneeling on the seat and gripping its back.
“What if I told you we’re both joining the Mile High Club today?” Cas scoops my hair up, twisting it around his hand and tugging gently as he kisses the back of my neck.
This man knows exactly what to say to turn me on and make me feel special.
The fact that it will be his first time having sex on a plane opens a flood of emotions.
He’s telling me this is ours—something special between the two of us.
I look back at him over my shoulder, admiring everything about him.
His eyes are hooded, face relaxed, and the protective shield has slipped.
He’s just Cas right now. Not Cas Wilder the rockstar.
My heart sings for him, and I realize this is what I’m afraid of.
What if I can’t let go? What if I’m broken beyond repair?
I’m afraid I can’t love him with all the intensity that he loves me.
His eyes flutter open, locking with mine.
All my thoughts freeze. The world stops, and for a few minutes we remain this way, locked in a silent exchange.
Finally, he speaks, breaking our silence.
“So, little muse, are you ready to become the first and last person to ever enter the Mile High Club with me?”
“Yes.” The single word barely loud enough to hear.
His chest rumbles with satisfaction, and then his fingers are on me, slipping through my slickness. “You’re fucking soaked already, Vivienne. What are we going to do with you?”
A bratty response pops into my head, and for a moment I consider switching things up, but a part of me wants this, needs this, craves this.
I like when Cas dominates me. I submit, and in doing so, a tether slips into place between us, strengthening the bond he’s been trying like hell to build.
“Anything you want, Mr. Wilder, take me to the Mile High Club.”
It’s all the encouragement he needed. His fingers plunge deep inside, spearing me as I cry out with pleasure, and my walls clench eagerly around him.
His touch is pure ecstasy, and I’m starved for it.
Behind me, I hear him wrestle with his pants.
They drop to the floor, brushing the back of my heel.
“Mmmmm,” he groans, pressing the head of his cock against my entrance. “I’ve missed this fucking pussy.”
He’s so warm against me. This is reckless, but I don’t care. If Mr. My-Agent-is-a-Stickler-for-Safe-Sex is no longer being safe, then fuck it. I’m not worried about anything on my end, and I think it’s safe to say he’s not sleeping with anyone else.
He must sense my hesitation because he tugs on my hair once more, bringing his lips to my ear. “Relax. My dick belongs to you now, Vivienne. All for you.”
Right as he ends his sentence, he presses into me, and I shatter. My body unravels with pleasure. His head is swollen as he stretches me out around it to accommodate his thickness. I revel in the sensation, surrendering as I arch against him, driving his length deeper.
Cas snarls, a low, guttural sound erupting from his throat as he gives my hair a tug, pulling out only to slam back in.
It feels so good already. Inch after inch, he pushes his way inside me until finally he’s buried all the way to the hilt.
His cock throbs, and when his finger finally lands against my swollen clit, I forget how to breathe.
“Please,” I beg, desperate for release.
“That’s my girl. Tell me how bad you want to come,” he says, slowing his pace.
“So bad,” I answer, grinding against him.
“Why?” Cas demands, releasing his grip on my hair to slip his hand beneath my shirt and pinch my nipple through the mesh of my bra.
Hot liquid gushes from deep inside my core as the first orgasm hits. “Yes,” I scream.
“Why?” Cas repeats as he slides his land lower and begins stroking my clit once more while thrusting slowly.
“It feels so good,” I pant, unable to focus on anything but the building orgasm.
My second release is close. I roll my hips, desperate for more of him.
Cas doesn’t hold back, he strokes and thrusts until I feel my orgasm rip free from my core and crash over us hard and fast. Every muscle in my body goes rigid as I gasp, struggling to breathe through the intensity.
I come so hard I nearly drag Cas with me, but he slows his pace, pulling most of the way out.
Once he’s recovered, he starts again, more aggressive and plunging deeper this time.
“Take this dick, Vivienne. Your pussy is mine.” His voice is commanding as his control snaps.
A third orgasm builds quickly as he works me closer and closer to the edge.
I can feel him stretching me as he gets harder and continues to throb deep inside me.
I’m close and so is Cas. He pinches my nipple again and bites the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder.
I explode. Cas moans deep and raw, still biting my neck as he comes.
I collapse against the seat, spent, trying desperately to catch my breath.
When Cas pulls out, I protest with a soft whimper, which earns me a deep chuckle.
He cleans himself up and hands me the unused pilot shirt to clean myself and the chair up.
I sigh with contentment. A small part of me aches, remembering how much it hurt to be in love with Jackson, but Cas is different.
This is different. No amount of time or space can change the way I feel about him.
I know that now. Plus the sex is mind-blowing.
Once we’re both dressed in our regular clothes and comfortably settled back in for the rest of the flight, I reach for his hand. Cas rubs circles over the back of it. “Penny for your thoughts,” he says with a lackadaisical smirk.
I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. Blush creeps over my cheeks as I answer quietly. “I was just thinking I can’t believe I had sex on a moving airplane going I don’t even know how many miles per hour.”
He laughs. “Is that all you’re thinking about?”
“Fine. I was also thinking about how much I…” my voice trails off. I’m still not sure if I’m ready to admit these things out loud. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, then start again, “I was thinking that I missed you.” The words spill out in a sloppy rush.
He leans over in his seat so he can turn his sizzling stare on me and says intensely, “I’m listening.”
It feels like I got the wind punched out of me for a second, and for a brief moment I’m speechless. “Do you even realize how sexy you are?” I blurt, accidentally stating my inside thoughts out loud.
I yelp. “I mean, not just because of the sex.”
“Oh!” I cover my face with my hand. “The sex is good and you’re sexy, but that’s not why I missed you. I didn’t mean to—“ I give up with an exasperated sigh. “Are you going to keep letting me struggle?”
He’s trying to hide a shit-eating grin. “It was entertaining for me.”
“Ugh. Great for you.” The embarrassment that was heating my body slowly fades.
He tugs my hand closer to his lips, kissing my fingers. “Tell me why you missed me, you adorable menace to words.”
“It was hard for me to process everything that happened. I know it’s not what you want to hear, but I needed that space.
Don’t think I wasn’t thinking about you like crazy.
Thank you for chasing me, Cas.” My chin quivers as I fight back my emotions.
“I needed to feel wanted. I’m still terrified, but I think I’m ready to take a chance with you. ”
“I told you, Vivienne. It wasn’t goodbye. I said I’d be back to collect you, and I meant every word.” He strokes my fingers. “I know I’m not a good guy in the sense that I have no problem doing what needs to be done to protect the people I care about. But I promise you, I’ll always be good to you.”
“What does this mean, Cas? How will we make this work? I can’t…” I pause, “it’s just Roxy needs me. We’re kinda a package deal.”
This makes him laugh. “I know. Trust me. I have no problem relocating. I’ve already been preparing to rent my place out. I was looking in Arizona, not far from California. I like Colorado, and a pool is a major perk.”
“Wait. You think you’re just inviting yourself to live with me?” I ask, raising a brow.
“I forgot to tell you the movers are already there.”
“Cas!” I hiss. “You better be joking.”
“You’re cute when you get all worked up. There are no movers, but I guess you can help me pack,” he teases.
I roll my eyes. “I’m not helping you pack.”
“Fine. Fine,” he replies, “but you should be sitting on my lap right now. It’s been far too long since I held you in my arms.”
He tugs on me, and I climb into his lap. He cradles me against his chest, and I snuggle in. All I can think about is that I’m right where I belong. Cas strokes my arm with his fingers lightly. “Vivienne, can I ask you a question?” he says.
“Mmmhmm,” I answer, halfway between complete relaxation and sleep.
“How do you feel about a tattoo?” Cas mumbles suspiciously.
“A tattoo?” I repeat, eyeing the ink decorating him.
“Just a small one. You know, maybe something with wings and the word mine, to commemorate our club status. It can be our little secret.” He buries his face in my neck, peppering it with kisses.
It tickles from his beard hair. “I’ll consider it,” I sigh.
“Don’t worry, I’ll talk you into it.”
I snuggle into him. “I bet you will.”
I must have been more exhausted than I realized. What seems like only seconds later, an unfamiliar voice wakes me. “Hey Cas, you two lovebirds might want to grab your seats. We’re about twenty minutes out.”
“Thanks, Henry,” Cas answers.
“Hey there, sleepy. You heard the man. Time for seatbelts.”
I climb into my seat. Before I know it, we’ve landed.
“Welcome to New York, little muse. I’m going to take you back to my house, lock you in my bedroom, and never let you leave,” Cas rasps.
“Is that a promise, Mr. Rockstar?”
“You’ll just have to wait and see.”