Pushing the front of my pants down so that my erection pops free and slaps my stomach under my belly button. A strangled groan vibrates from him.
A sway of the hips to the music as I swivel around and look over my shoulder at him has him opening his fly.
I push the fabric over my ass, bearing my jockstrap manties. His hand disappears inside his pants.
My mouth waters at the sight of his cock when he pulls it free and tucks his pants under his balls.
Refusing to give in to the sight of my favorite lollipop, I run my hands over my ass, spreading my cheeks to show him my hole. He growls and strokes his shaft.
Letting go of one ass cheek, I turn toward him just a little so he can see what I’m doing. I push two fingers into my mouth. Deep. Sucking them. The sloppy wet sounds mix with the heavy thump of the bass into a raunchy mix meant just for him.
Moving to the beat toward him, my fingers find my pucker. Playing with the rim and dancing across the sensitive flesh. My breath comes in pants as I shimmy with pleasure. My pants slowly make their way down my legs. Pressing my fingers against my opening, they pop through the rings of muscle. The burn makes me moan.
He surges to his feet just as my pants hit the floor. He spins me around and hoists me into his arms. My back hits the wall with a loud thud that can be heard over the music. Draven’s eyes are like twin blue flames. The heat in them verges on bursting into an inferno. They drop to my lips and his head descends to mine. His gaze catches mine again. Everything in me is straining toward the man. I want his mouth on mine like nothing else. Just as our mouths brush one another, the door opens.
A whimper escapes my throat when I see the male flight attendant walk into the lounge over Draven’s shoulder. Draven’s eyes do not leave mine as he growls, “Get out.”
My dick jumps at that growly tone.
He’s mine.
The words pulsate in my head in tune with my heart.
“Sir?” the guy asks.
He turns his head toward the attendant, his eyes locked on me until it has to be uncomfortable, before turning to look at the intruder.
“Get the fuck out and dinnae come back. Now!”
That steely growl sends zaps of need and want through me, and I gasp, “Daddy.”
The guy glances at me, and I watch indecision wash over his face as he hesitates. He has to be gay because his eyes rake over us before he heeds the warning and flees. He clicks the door shut behind him. The noise echoing through the room in tandem with the music and our heavy breaths.
Draven turns back to me. One of his hands slides from where he’s holding me up with a firm grip on my ass to my throat. He wraps his fingers around my neck slowly, one by one, squeezing. He angles my head back, so our eyes meet. The word he utters next is a rumble that skitters through me, lighting what nerve endings that weren’t on fire into an inferno.
“Mine.”
CHAPTER FIVE
DRAVEN
Tavish’s mouthcrashes into mine and I pull us away from the wall, sitting on the long sofa underneath the windows across from where we sat during takeoff. He backs away, our lips parting slowly. He looks around and shakes his head.
“Not here.”
Holding him against me, I grind up into him. Our dicks, both leaking and dripping precum over the other, slide against one another. I reach between us, but he slithers out o' my grasp. Standing before me, he holds his hand out to me as he glances over his shoulder toward the door he opened.
“Please, Draven.”
Something in his tone slots together with the image o' how he looked before he threw his shirt at me, and I realize he needs something from me and it’s not just sex. I take his hand and he makes a show o' tugging me to my feet. I cannae help but laugh at the boy. He’s fucking strong for his size, but there’s nae anyway the boy can heft my big arse off the sofa.
His face falls. I catch his hand as it drops in defeat. “I hope there’s a bed back there, because if my dick disnae get inside ye soon, pojke, I’m gonna be a verra unhappy Daddy Dom.”
The crestfallen look on his face disappears, only to be replaced with giddy elation. “I promise you’ll be a very happy Daddy if you come with me.”
I smirk, standing up and yanking him against me. “Oh, I’m gonna to come with ye, lilla du, but first I’m gonna make ye beg.”
The boy climbs me like a tree. His legs circle my waist as I hurry through the door he opened earlier.
