"Turn around."
I obeyed. His pupils were blown wide, and his cock was free of his trousers, thick and flushed, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. My mouth watered at the sight.
"On your knees."
I dropped without a pillow, and the hard floor bit into my kneecaps. He stepped closer, fisting his hand tighter in my hair, and the head of his cock brushed my lips, leaving a slick trail.
"You've wanted this for how long?"
"Thirty-two years. Since the day we met."
"And Singapore, twenty years ago, when you told me the empire was more important?"
That night remained vivid: a hotel room overlooking the harbor, too much whiskey, his hand on my thigh, and the words I'd forced out because I'd believed them.You need to focus on the empire, not this. Not me.
"I was wrong."
"Yes, you were." He guided his cock past my lips. "Show me how sorry you are."
I took him into my mouth, and the taste of him spread across my tongue, salt and musk and skin. I'd imagined this countless times over three decades, but imagination hadn't prepared me for the reality: the weight of him filling my mouth, the stretch of my lips around his girth, the groan that escaped him whenI hollowed my cheeks and sucked. I almost didn’t care that he might deprive me of the right to finish him again, as he had before. Almost.
His hand controlled the pace, pushing me down until he hit the back of my throat. I gagged, eyes watering, but forced myself to relax as he held me there, cutting off my air. When he finally let me pull back, I gasped around him, spit connecting my lips to his shaft in obscene strands.
"All those years you arranged my companions," he said, feeding his cock back into my mouth. "Did you watch through the security feeds?"
Shame burned through me because I had.
He read the answer on my face. "You watched me fuck them while wishing it was you." He thrust deeper, and I choked again. "Did you come while you watched?"
I moaned around him, the vibration making his thighs tense. My own cock hung heavy and neglected between my legs, dripping onto the cabin floor.
"They meant nothing," he said, and something in his voice shifted. "Substitutes, all of them. Pale imitations of what I actually wanted." His grip tightened in my hair. "What I thought I couldn't have because you'd decided we were better off apart."
He'd wanted me too. All those years, all those arranged encounters, and he'd been thinking of me the same way I'd been thinking of him. God, so many decades wasted.
He pulled out suddenly, leaving me gasping, chin wet with spit. For a moment, I worried he wasn’t going to continue. Then he demanded, "Get up. The bedroom. Now."
I walked ahead of him through the narrow corridor, hyperaware of my nakedness, of his gaze on my back, of my cock bobbing stiff against my stomach with every step. The private suite at the rear of the aircraft was small but elegant, boasting aqueen bed with white linens, and a window revealing the storm still raging outside.
Lightning illuminated our reflections in the glass, showing me exposed and undone while he remained armored in his suit.
"On the bed, face down."
I positioned myself as instructed, hands gripping the headboard, face turned to the side so I could breathe. The mattress dipped as he joined me, and the crinkle of a wrapper reached my ears, followed by the click of a bottle cap.
"You're trembling," he observed.
I was shaking from arousal and anticipation and something closer to fear. Not fear of pain, but fear that this was all I'd ever have of him, this one encounter, this taking, and then nothing but the memory to sustain me.
His slick finger pressed against my entrance without warning, pushing inside in one firm stroke. My body clenched around the intrusion, and a broken sound escaped my throat.
“Who else have you been with?” he demanded.
I gripped the headboard tighter as he worked his finger deeper. "There's been no one since you were shot."
His finger stilled. "Why?"
"I couldn't." The honesty scraped out of me like broken glass. "I tried once, early on. Found someone willing. But when he touched me, all I could think about was you in that hospital bed, and I couldn't go through with it."
