This is exactly what I want Kit and Jax to do. I want them todomore.
My head hits the back of the seat, and I roll my gaze toward the two of them. They’re both watching me expectantly, waiting for my instructions. “Touch each other’s dicks. That’s what I want to watch.”
Kit’s mouth opens and closes as Jax’s cheeks pinken. “We can’t do that. We—we can’t. Right?”
Jax says nothing, and I wonder if perhaps it was too big of an ask. So, I decide to amend it.
“Over your pants, of course. Maybe some thigh action? I love a good thigh fuck.”
Georgiy’s hand twists against my cock, and it thickens. It wants more of last night. My hole wants to be filled with him once more, but I know I’ll have to wait. He’s going to insist I be patient, which is very frustrating and so fucking hot.
I love a bit of edging.
“Yeah, um, I guess we could do that. If that would make you happy,” Kit suggests and then rolls his lips between his teeth. “If you think that would help.”
He blinks at me, and I can’t help but groan. He really is pretty. All that red hair, those freckles. The blue eyes. I bet Jax is as enamored with him as I am. I bet he wants to bend that body forward and fuck that ass.
Not that he’d admit it. He’s just as confused as Kit is.
I bet that’s why Kit’s still hanging around, why he hasn’t left. He wants to spend more time with Jax. He has no reason to stay otherwise.
“Yeah, we can do that. For a little bit,” Jax replies.
He turns around to glance at where Casey is sprawled out several rows back. His earphones are in, and a sleep mask covers his eyes. He’s snoozing, leaving the plane for just the four of us.
Kit leans over, his hand landing on Jax’s thigh, squeezing it gently. I can only imagine what the two of them are thinking, the way their hearts must be beating in their chests.
I can almost hear the wheezing breaths as Jax’s palm lands on Kit’s knee, dragging it up, up,upuntil he’s right at his groin. Kit’s suddenly holding his breath. Jax is, too. I’m the only one panting eagerly. Mainly because Georgiy is now stroking me roughly, sensation flooding my legs and arms. Everything inside mefeels him.
“Oh fuck,” Kit murmurs as Jax’s wrist twists and two of his fingers run across the zipper of his pants.
Kit’s hips jerk up, and I reach down and touch Georgiy’s hand, pressing it roughly against me. I want more of it. I wantmore.
“No. Not yet,” Georgiy says, his voice low as he pulls my hand away and forces my gaze back to the bodyguard and the assassin who are slowly exploring each other and their bodies, their cocks, their sexuality.
A fucking delicious awakening, if you ask me.
Bane the sex-maker. I really am the best.
Another bout of turbulence hits the plane, and Kit uses that as an opportunity to pull Jax’s hand further up onto his covered cock. I watch as Jax’s fingers flex and squeeze, making Kit’s head fall back and his eyes roll into his head.
They both have such nice eyes, I think as Georgiy reaches down and cups my balls.
His lips hit my neck, and he grunts into my skin.
“I should take this naughty ass into the bathroom and fuck you. Or maybe I should do it right here. Let them watch and see how it’s done.”
I turn to look at Georgiy, Kit and Jax suddenly forgotten. “Yes. I want that. I want it very much.”
His hand squeezes me roughly, and I let out a whine. “Or maybe I should make you wait.”
“You always make me wait. I’ve been so, so good. I deserve an award.”
He considers it. I can almost hear the cogs in his brain clinking as he comes to a decision.
“You have. You’ve been very patient, but the waiting was necessary. You always act on a whim. You do things that are dangerous without thinking.”
“But it’s fun. Just like fucking on the plane would be.”
