My eyes widen. “Oh, God. It wasn’t with—” In case Chelsea is nearby and might hear me, I don’t say her name, instead nodding to the door she’s been coming and going from.
Happy’s brow furrows. “What? No! She’s married to the guy flying this thing, by the way.”
My shoulders relax, but I offer a rueful smile because that was a massive generalization.
“Besides, this isn’t aboutme,” Happy says, leaning forward and grabbing my hands, pulling me up from my chair and back onto his lap. He presses his lips to the base of my neck, right where the pulse point is. “This is about you…”
“Happy!” I chastise him half-heartedly. “Chelsea might walk in.”
“Nope. There’s an unwritten rule,” he murmurs against my skin. “While we’re in the air, she doesn’t come in unless someone presses the call button.”
I shudder from feel of his breath fanning against me, my eyes fluttering closed.
“Chelsea made the rule herself after walking in on my dad more than once. So, we all abide, and she doesn’t have to risk copping an eyeful of my old man’s saggy balls.” He chuckles, dragging his tongue over the sensitive spot that makes my toes curl.
“Oh my God,” I laugh through a moan, tilting my head to the side to give him better access to my hot spot while he toys with the hem of my sweater, inching it higher and lighting up my skin with feather-light grazes of his fingertips.
“Feel what you do to me, Baby Draper?” Happy gruffs, shifting his hips, his hard length pressing against my core.
“Uh-huh.” I bite down on my bottom lip to stifle my sounds, but it’s hard. He’s hard. As stone. And I can’t help but grind against him, suddenly needy in the way only Happy Slater makes me.
Happy moves his hand between my thighs, rubbing me through my sweats. “Is this needy pussy nice and wet for me?”
I moan, nodding, because I am so fucking turned on right now.
“Let’s get these off,” he says, pushing my pants down over my hips. And all inhibitions and concerns of flight attendants walking in are gone, and I’m suddenly bare from the waist down.
“Now,” Happy says, gently smacking my ass and shifting beneath me, laying back on the couch, “come sit on my face like I’ve been dreaming about ever since you mentioned it at the wedding. I wanna hear you scream at fifty thousand feet.”
My jaw drops, and I swear, I almost come as he lies there just grinning at me all expectantly. Moving over him, I hover, but instead of easing into it, he snakes his arms around my thighs, grabs my ass cheeks, and forces me down until I don’t know even know if he can breathe or not.
“Oh, shit!” I gasp out when his tongue unleashes on me, licking me everywhere.
He groans, and the vibrations only add to the sensation as he growls at me, eating me like he’s been starved all day.
I steady myself, gripping the back of the couch with one hand and threading my fingers through his hair with the other, my hips moving of their own accord, searching for more, for all, for everything he can give me.
When he slides his tongue inside me, I throw my head back with a rasped, broken groan, riding his face while he fucks me with his tongue, the bridge of his nose grazing my clit in the most delicious way.
“Holy fuck,” I sob. “So… fucking… good.”
He doesn’t speak. I don’t think he could even if he tried. And I miss his filthy words, but the way he groans and moans and growls, the way he grasps my ass to the point of pain as he rocks me over him, is everything. His tongue alternates between fucking me and licking me with firm, determined strokes from my ass to my clit and back again. He wraps his lips around my clit, sucking hard.
The coil of need low in my belly tightens as spots dot the edges of my vision. I’m a writhing, panting mess, so fucking close it’s almost infuriating because I want to come so bad, but I also never want this feeling to stop.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” I whimper, my thighs quaking with my impending orgasm as I fuck his face, tearing at the longer lengths of his hair. “Oh, you’re such a good fucking boy, owning my pussy with your perfect tongue.”
Happy groans in response, slapping my ass cheek hard and palming it roughly.
“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come, baby.”
Happy mutters something unintelligible, sucking hard on my clit. And that’s all it takes before I’m tumbling over the edge headfirst, as bliss erupts in my belly, thrashing on top of him, and crying out without a care who hears me.
When I’m too sensitive, I move off Happy, gasping for breath, and he relents, wriggling out from under me. And when I see his face, covered in my release, my mouth falls open and my cheeks heat because holy shit, I almost drowned him.
“Oh my God!” I scoff, reaching out and wiping at the mess on his chin. “I’m so sorry.”
Happy stops me, instead sticking his tongue out and licking up as much of my cum as he can reach before wiping his mouthwith the back of his hand, grinning as he licks his skin. “So fucking sweet,” he utters.
