Authors: Bethany-Kris
Teasing.
Immoral.
Daring and wanton.
Sitting with his jaw set hard, tilted up to stare me
down, he displayed a grin so wicked, urging me forward.
I didn’t falter when I stood.
Chapter
Eight
I fumbled through my purse for a moment, smiling in
triumph when I found the item I had been searching for. Sal shot me a
questioning look when I turned and waved the square foil package in the air.
“You mind?” I asked.
Condoms were a hard limit for me. If they weren’t
used, I didn’t play…
ever
.
“Not at all,” he replied quietly, hand stopping the
strokes to his shaft. “But, I am safe, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
I shrugged, offering him an apologetic smile. “So am
I, and I’m also on the pill, but this is backup, and I don’t fuck without it.”
Sal nodded, agreeing without any argument at all. “I
want to watch you put it on me, then.”
Just like that, his voice had turned back to that
sexy drawl layered with the hint of his hometown accent. One hand held his
shirt up his stomach, exposing the hard rack of abs he sported, the muscles
clenching with every drop of his palm down that thick length my sex was begging
to have inside it.
Watching him touch his own cock was mesmerizing. The
way he tensed on the decline, air rushing from his lips in a harsh exhale. How
his hand stopped short of the tip, a thumb rolling over the head of his cock so
swift and rough I wondered if the sharp movement gave him a jolt of pleasure
that he craved when he did it.
And oddly, I wanted him to tell me these things. Why
he did the things he did. Anything he liked done. How he wanted me to get him
there. That didn’t make a lick of sense to me, considering once the flight was
over, we wouldn’t be seeing each other again. A quiet murmur of sadness floated
through my mind, but I pushed it away, ignoring the sentiment and getting back
to the gorgeous man in front of me, still waiting patiently for me to climb on
top of his beautiful, strong form.
Moving the short distance between us in quick, quiet
steps, I noticed how strategically placed Sal had made his duffle bag. Covering
most of the open space between the floor and the bottom of the curtain, no one
would have seen me cross the space, never mind notice my legs spreading and
bending down as I placed the corner of the foil packet to my teeth and tore.
With the rolled-up condom at the top of his cock,
Sal’s hands found their way back into my hair while I kneeled in front of him.
Rolling the latex down his length as slowly as I could, I blew cool air onto
his shaft, looking up through thick lashes to see the way his head rolled back
to the headrest, ecstasy washing his features beautifully. A soft, barely heard
moan reached my ears, filling me with a sense of satisfaction.
I wanted him loud, though. So fucking loud and
noisy, telling me how good I could make him feel, the things I was doing right,
and any other nasty, dirty expletive that left his lips. That couldn’t happen,
unfortunately, and I knew that. So instead, I reveled in the quiet grunt as his
hips flexed up into my palm when the latex sheathed his cock.
Standing again, I let his hands roam up under my
skirt, palms lying flat to the rounded cheeks of my ass to squeeze roughly.
Palming my backside, he mumbled, “Fuck, you feel nice. You fit so nice in my
hands, Liv. Turn around.”
I did just that, feeling my skirt rise round my hips
before his teeth bit into the curve at the back of my thigh hard, right below
my ass. I swallowed the yelp that threatened to rise, hearing his dark chuckles
as a hand slipped in between my legs to grab and pull me back closer again.
“Shh,” he murmured, thumb rolling over the spot he’d
bitten, soothing the tender area with a simple touch. “You’re going to have a
little mark there, maybe even a bruise. Something to remember me by, hmm? No
one but you will see.”
His words sent a thrill through my thickened blood.
I shivered as fingers slipped up under my thong, spreading my fleshy folds open
to find the wetness I knew was still there. I swallowed back the moans that
rose in my chest, breathing heavily while my head tilted to the side. He
slipped digits into my hot center with a tender sort of slowness, bringing more
of my slick arousal out with his motions, rubbing the fluid over my pussy and
up to my clit. Tiny, swift circles rolled over my throbbing bundle of nerves
before he pinched lightly, a shooting flash of heat traveling up into my womb
at the action.
“Sal…my God,” I whispered, the plea falling from my
mouth before I could even think to stop it. “Please, just…fuck me.”
Hands grabbed at my waist, turning me quickly. Trailing
a scorching path up under my shirt and then the matching black brassiere I
wore, I rejoiced in the feeling of his calloused fingers tweaking the hardened
peaks of my nipples. I knew they’d be a cherry red under his touch, darkened
from the pink they usually were with my desire and the pleasure that shot up
through my body like a firework.
“I’d like you naked all over me. Skin on skin,” he
admitted softly, looking disappointed. “But we know that isn’t safe.”
Under his urging, I straddled his spread legs, feet
bracing to either side of the cushiony seats, heels digging into the fabric,
and hovering just above his erect cock. Sal used two fingers to sweep the
fabric of my thong to the side, waiting. I only hesitated for a moment, looking
down, then to the side where the curtain still hung closed, unbothered, and
giving us the semblance of privacy. I could hear the voices of the people in
coach, someone laughing hysterically before being hushed, the light humming of
the televisions all playing the same movie, and a cough from somewhere in front
of us.
Dangerous.
Unbidden.
God, I was terrified and so fucking hot.
Crazed.
Sal positioned his cock at my entrance, rubbing the
swollen head through my folds, sending jolting shocks through my body. “Ready?”
he whispered, grinning with an eyebrow lifted and a hand gripping tight to my
thigh, keeping me wide and open. The burn in my legs felt the best it ever had.
I was sure I wouldn’t walk right for a week after this. With a single nod, I
lowered down painfully slowly on his member. Air cut through clenched teeth. “Holy
sweet mother of God.”
Flames licked my nerve endings. His cock filling my
tight channel made me nearly delirious with a sensation I hadn’t ever felt
before. Sex had never burned me better. No one had filled me quite as well. I
could feel the resistance in my walls, muscles that flexed in an attempt to
take in his large girth. Shuddering with need, skin tingling from top to
bottom, I only made it halfway down his length before rising up and lowering
down once more. My body accepted him a little further, sucking him deeper into
my center as that hand on my thigh gripped harder and I watched as his eyes
rolled back, head hitting the seat with a nearly silent thud.
“You’re the tightest damned thing I’ve ever felt,”
he muttered, teeth clenched. “Silk on my cock, baby.”
Rolls of pleasure rocked my body as ecstasy exploded
through my senses like a wrecking ball. Sal grabbed my other thigh and widened
my legs further, opening me up and allowing me to become fully seated down on
his length. Impaled, I felt whole, burned, and lost. My mouth opened on its own
accord, head falling back as a moan threatened to make its way out. One I knew
would echo. One I knew would be heard. One I couldn’t stop. I didn’t notice the
sheer scarf I had grabbed before leaving my house earlier being pulled from my
neck until Sal had it wrapped around my mouth, gagging me. Pulled firm, he
twisted the flimsy fabric in his hands, tugging my hair into his tight grip as
well. With my neck taut, exposed, I finally moaned into the fabric, the sound
muffled and nearly silenced.
“Ride me,” he ordered. “Fuck me. I want to watch my
dick sink into that pretty pussy of yours, Liv. Not a soul is going to hear
you, girl, so fuck me good. You should see yourself right now—perfection, so
damned beautiful. I bet you’ve never looked so good, have you?”
Chapter
Nine
Trusting him, hoping no one would hear the sounds of
his cock filling me, sinking further into my channel as I bucked against his
hold, I did what he asked. My body shook, muscles straining as I held my weight
up and rocked my body into his, taking his cock over and over into my pulsing
center.
Despite how slick I was with arousal, his cock still
stretched me thoroughly, the burning sensation bordering on pain-filled
pleasure that made me ache in a whole new way. I wanted to ask for his fingers
to grab harder, to make me ache and hurt a little more, but I didn’t have to.
Sal’s cleanly cut fingernails bit into my skin, my hands grabbing on to his
shoulders to steady my trembling form as I rode a slow rhythm that kept us
quiet enough, but still kept my senses bright, aware, and bordering on an edge
I knew wouldn’t take too long to fall over.
Through the thin latex covering his cock, I could
still feel every shudder and twitch of his shaft inside my sensitive walls. The
soft moan he released was caught against my cheek, a rock-hard chest pushing
against tender, sensitive breasts.
Penetrating flashes fueled my movements, the jarring
pleasure rocking my frame harder into his as I rode him rougher, faster,
wanting him so much deeper than he already was. Moans, gasps, and whimpers were
swallowed by the makeshift gag in my mouth. I bit around the fabric, looking
down at the man whose expression was darkened in his need, watching his cock
impale my pussy again and again.
My arousal had dampened his boxers, the fluid scenting
up to my senses and making me shudder and groan into the gag. Nothing smelled
better than sex—pure, lust-fueled need that soaked and covered. Nothing.
My walls tightened, back arching as I shifted just
enough to see the glistening shaft penetrate my core again, slipping so easily
between silken, wet folds, driving hard into my heated sex that clamped down
and quivered with every rock of my frame. I could feel the tremble in his hand,
the shake in his arms, and the closeness in his eyes as he bit down hard on his
lip.
“Almost there,” Sal grunted, fingers digging roughly
into my thigh, still keeping my leg spread wide open. “Fucking you is a dream,
girl.”
Flames licked up my skin, like ice-cold water being
poured from head to toe while a blistering heat saturated my insides. The most
intense orgasm I’d ever felt ravaged all of my nerve endings from start to
finish, a scream I couldn’t have held back if I tried muffled into the gag.
Still, my throat ached from tensing so hard. Slickened beads of sweat gathering
between my breasts, neck, and the small of my back had clothing sticking to my
skin.
Thoroughly
fucked and blissfully happy, from top to end I’d never felt more alive.
I fucking burned through the intense waves of
ecstasy that washed through my blown-over senses.
Seared, scorched, and turned like wisps of
ash to the winds. A man I’d never met before in my life and wouldn’t ever meet
again made me feel like that. I couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t even try to
understand it.
Through the jerky movements of my orgasm, I heard
Sal’s deep, quiet guttural groan, hand on my thigh holding my body down as he
released his seed into the latex covering his cock. I stilled in his grasp,
feeling the aftershocks of his finish jolt his member inside my vise-tight
walls.
Muscles relaxed, trembling soothed, and the fabric
in my mouth was pulled away as he whispered, “Welcome to the mile-high club.”
That brief period after my orgasm, when the bliss
had faded and the sensations left, I was quick to climb off his lap. Sal looked
hurt, almost offended by my actions. For the first time, I realized what I had
done. Shame pulsed a horrid, terrible feeling through my middle.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, fixing my thong and skirt.
“I just…I just…”
“Fucked on a plane with a stranger?” he asked
quietly.
I stared at him, gaping. “Yes!”
Sal shrugged. “So?”
“So? So! So, I’m a—”
Sal looked shocked, anger filling his handsome face.
He moved so fast I wasn’t sure he had until I felt his hand covering my mouth.
“Don’t you say that, Liv. I don’t ever want to hear those words out of your
mouth.”
“That’s exactly it, you’re never going to see me
again,” I whispered into his palm, voice tense and hushed. “I can’t believe I
just did that.”
Fixing himself quickly, Sal was covered, zipped, and
buttoned up in a flash. “Listen, that doesn’t matter. What I saw right then,
that wasn’t some whore. That was beauty, so fucking beautiful. Like life, girl—living,
breathing, in the flesh life. There wasn’t a thing wrong with that right
there.”
I waved at the curtain. “Those people?”
“Would have died if they had seen you like that,
probably. But, they would have seen your beauty, too. I’d give my life to see
you like that again.”