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 notmasturbating me, not really. She’s simply… playing with me.Toyingwith 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.
