“It would be fun, but would it be responsible?”
I huff and meet Georgiy’s twinkling stare. He’s teasing me. He has to be.
“Georgiy, we murder people. That’s our literal job. There’s nothing responsible about that.”
“Oh, but there is. We have to make sure we keep them alive long enough for them tofeel it.”
That makes me shiver, and I lean closer to him, hearing the groans from across the aisle. Seems Kit and Jax are getting each other off.
Not that I’m looking. My gaze is only on Georgiy.
“I want to feel it.”
“You will.”
His hands leave me as he stands up, then he grabs something from his bag and moves to the back of the plane.
As I trail after him, I see Kit breathing heavily, Jax’s eyes hooded. They’re no longer touching, but I am pretty sure by thewet stain on the front of Kit’s pants that he’s gotten off. I don’t stop to ask if I’m right. I just rush after Georgiy, who is now in the galley. He’s not facing me, but as I walk around him, I see that he has lube in his hand and something else.
A groan leaves my mouth, so loud that I’m sure it can be heard over the roar of the engines just outside.
It’s a Fleshlight.
Just for me.
“Clothes off,” he says low and dark, and I strip so fast, I fall over. But that doesn’t stop me. I scramble up as I continue to strip, and as my clothes go flying, I watch as Georgiy adheres the Fleshlight to a cabinet at just the right height for my dick. He squirts some lube inside it and then turns to gaze at me. His head tilts as he wets his lips.
“You know what to do,” he says, pointing to the Fleshlight. It’s bobbing slightly, and I don’t hesitate. I position myself in front of it and guide my cock inside. It’s a tight fit, my hard length throbbing as the toy envelopes me. My hands land against the counter as Georgiy steps behind me. His finger trails up my spine, and I arch into his touch.
“Bend forward.”
I can’t resist the command. Couldn’t even if I wanted to. Just do as he says. My cock is fully inside the Fleshlight, my ass out, and then I feel it—the press of something against my hole.
“Breathe out, umnyashka.”
As I do, I feel the press of a catheter syringe move inside me. Lube. He’s readying me for him. For his cock. Oh, please let it be his cock.
I look over my shoulder and watch him, my dick aching in the toy as the syringe leaves me empty and dripping.
“No. Face forward. Eyes closed. You come when I say you do.”
And then I hear lube being trickled onto something. My breathing grows erratic as I feel something move against my crack. Not his cock, but something bigger, thicker.
I arch my hips back, my sheathed cock dragging through the fleshlight as I seek more. But he doesn’t give it to me. He continues to torture me with it before slowly slipping it inside me. Just the tip, but my hole swallows it greedily. My hips arch forward as he pushes more of it into me, the fleshlight consuming my cock as I do. My eyes screw shut and I breathe through it, the way my body stretches around the cock pushing inside me.
And then it stops, the base snug against my cheeks.
“Mm. Good.”
My eyes blink open, and I glance back at Georgiy. His hands are flexing at his side, his pupils engulfing the brown of his irises.
“Are you gonna leave me like this?”
He wets his lips again, and his eyes meet mine.
“I should. I should make you fuck this until we land.”
“Why?” I groan as I shift my hips forward again and feel it tighten around my length. “Why not fuck me? I want it.”
