Chapter 4
Saint
Dieu, this film is dull. I ought to get some shuteye. Taking off my headphones, I stand, stretching my arms to relieve the tension in my neck and shoulders. But then I pause, frowning. Behind me, the two seats Zane and Vani were occupying are empty.
What the fuck?
Narrowing my eyes, I figure out pretty quickly what they must be up to. Damn them for not inviting me.
My cock starts to harden, aching a little as I think about Vani getting fucked in an airplane bathroom.
Stepping my long legs over the stupid half doors they have on these booths, I stroll down the aisle toward the back of the section and stand by the first door, which is locked, listening.
Nothing. The second door is unlocked and empty.
But these are the bathrooms, and I bet Zane has her in the shower room.
Sure enough, as I near, I see the door is closed and the engaged sign is lit. Stepping closer, I put my head against the door and listen carefully.
Dirty bastard. I grin as I listen to the sounds of Zane fucking Vani. It’s only faint, but I can hear a rhythmic thump, thump, thump, together with little breathy cries. After a few seconds comes a low, drawn-out, feminine moan.
Fuck. That’s the sound Vani makes when she’s coming and trying to be quiet. I want so badly to be in there, seeing her lose it. Has he got her naked, or is he fucking her clothed?
I love to watch Zane’s cock split her pussy lips and push inside her.
He’s so fucking big, there’s always a moment when her pussy seems to struggle to take him, even after all this time, and that gets me hot.
One of the bonuses of the setup of our relationship is getting to watch another man fuck her with zero jealousy.
“Sir, can I help?” The flight attendant standing in front of me must be a damn assassin the way she snuck up on me.
A devious little thought enters my pretty head and I smirk. “Oui. There is someone in there, taking too long. Can you ask them to move it on?”
She glances at the door, then back at me. “I can’t, sir. They can take as long as they wish.”
“I think they might be dead,” I add dramatically. “Or at least incapacitated. They’ve been in there forever.”
“We’ve not been flying all that long, sir.”
“Fine. I’ll do the job myself.” I shrug then rap lightly on the door. “Hey. The flight attendant wants to know what you’re doing, taking all that time in there.”
There’s a gasped sound, a bang, and a soft giggle. The flight attendant’s eyebrows rise.
“Well.” She clears her throat. “Clearly, they aren’t dead. And please, can we keep the noise down. People are sleeping on the aircraft, sir.”
“Out in a minute,” Vani calls from behind the closed door.
The attendant ducks her head in a nod. “There you go, sir.”
She walks off down the cabin, an extra sway in her hips. Back in the day, she might have been the kind of woman I’d have fucked for a bit of fun.
Now, despite her extra swing and wiggle as she walks away from me, she leaves me cold. I only have eyes for Vani.
It’s true, as tragic as that makes me. These days, I am a one-woman man who probably couldn’t get it up for another woman, even if I tried.
Vani has bewitched me.
Speaking of the temptress, the door to the shower room opens, and there she is. All tumbling curls, flushed cheeks, and massive tits, outlined beautifully by the soft sweater I bought her.
She slides past me with a soft laugh, deliberately brushing her curvy, soft body against the front of mine. Zane, on the other hand, glowers as he pushes by me.
I follow them, sniffing the air behind them, smelling the sex coming off them in waves. Christ, I’m fully hard now.
Zane reaches his seat, and with another disgusted glance my way, folds his bulk into it.
“What’s your problem?” I demand.
He signs fast. You could have gotten Vani in trouble, asshole. What if she got banned from flying back.
I roll my eyes. “I’d have rented a jet. Chill.”
He’s still not mollified. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he writes and then shoves it under my face.
You ruined my orgasm, you fucker. I was coming when you banged on the door.
“And there we have the real reason for your fit of temper.” I lean close. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure Vani gives you lots of amazing orgasms when we’re in the rental. I’ve got some fun and games planned.”
He gives me the finger and turns to look out of the window.
I sigh, feeling genuinely bad that I ruined his orgasm… for an entire five seconds, before I decide I need to do something about my own predicament.
Sliding into Vani’s booth, I push onto the seat beside her. It’s just big enough to accommodate us both.
She turns my way, a divot forming between her brows.
“You owe me something,” I say. “You got me all fucking worked up, so now you need to do something about it.”
“What if I don’t want to?” she teases.
“I’ll clamp your nipples again.” I give her a dangerous smile. “But all day, while you’re walking around Paris.”
She narrows her eyes. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, wouldn’t I?” I take her hand and press it to my crotch, making sure she gets a good handful of my erection. Grabbing the blanket that’s folded over the side of the seat, I shake it out before settling it over my knee, covering us both.
“You need to make this go away,” I murmur. “After all, you made it happen.”
“We could get caught.” Her cheeks are so pink now she looks as if she’s just applied red blusher.
“We won’t, and if we do, so what? Please, ma cherie.” I make my eyes go all big. “It hurts.”
She snorts so loud that Zane shoots a glance our way, shaking his head.
“Saint, that’s terrible, even for you.”
I grin and nod. “I tried, but you’re right. It’s bad. I must do better.”
Her hand is moving, though, despite her protestations.
Pressing against my length, rubbing slowly up and down.
Her fingers move around my sensitive head in a way that makes me dizzy.
A damp spot from my pre-cum appears on the front of my cashmere pants, but I’m not complaining.
She’s not masturbating me, not really. She’s simply… playing with me. Toying with me.
Clever fingers caress my glans through the cashmere, and this is way sexier than it should be.
Vani turns to me and leans forward, so she can whisper in my ear. “I’m going to make you come in your pants, Saint. Hope you’ve got something to change into.”
The torture continues as she rolls, pinches, and rubs at the sensitive head of my cock.
“Fuck, Vani,” I moan.
Reaching behind her with her free hand, she swooshes the curtain closed and turns back to me. Letting go of my cock for a moment, she lifts her top, taking the strappy camisole underneath with it, and thrusts her amazing tits out.
Her nipples are red and elongated. They always respond so beautifully when they’re played with, and she knows I’ve got such a fetish for them.
Some nights, I suckle her for hours, until they’re so red and swollen I have to come on them and rub it in to soothe them.
I have balm that I purchased for her, because I don’t want them to crack or get sore, but I swear I can’t leave them alone.
Bending down, I cover her nipple with my lips, sucking her deep into my mouth. Pressing the hard bullet against the roof, I run my tongue under it and around. Vani shivers and her fingers go back to rubbing my cock through my pants, barely putting any pressure and making this a very slow build.
She teases me this way for what feels like forever, until she rubs at my head, around the top, and then dips her finger into the slit, pushing some of the fabric of my briefs hard against me.
I feel it start.
My spine tingles, my face too. Hell, even my scalp tingles as a slow but deep and delicious orgasm rolls over me.
I pant into her tits as the waves wash over me and my seed spills against my boxer briefs, probably wetting them and the cashmere.
Fuck my life, this woman will be the death of me.
It’s a good job I have some spare clothes to change into in my carry on.
Taking her face in my hands, I kiss her hard, pushing my tongue into her mouth as I pump out one last dribble of cum.
When we break apart, she’s panting as hard as I am. As if she’s come, too.
How did we managed to find this amazing, sensual woman? I thank the heavens every single day for her.
“Petite sorciere,” I say softly.
She raises one brow.
“Little sorceress,” I clarify. “Our little witch. You have me under your spell. And now I have to change my pants.”