I took his hand in mine – the one I’d maimed – and kissed the tips of his fingers, putting one of them in my mouth and sucking, watching him with what I hoped were sultry eyes.
“Bathroom. Now. And put the toilet seat down.”
* * *
There was thankfully no one waiting, and by the looks of it, no one seemed about to queue. The flight wasn’t full – the three seats where Liam and I were sat were only taken up by the two of us, which meant no one else had to put up with our bickering/ foreplay.
I closed the door and waited, slipping off my knickers and ignoring exactly how unsanitary this was.
A knock at the door, three taps, sounded, followed by a gruff ‘it’s me.’
I unlocked the door and Liam squeezed in. I jumped on top of the toilet lid, he squashed round and picked me up, banging my knee and sitting himself down on the lid so I straddled him.
“Quickest shag you’ve ever had coming up. Probably going to be the worst, but definitely one to remember.” He lifted up my skirt and I caught the expression on his face as he slid a finger through my folds.
I undid his zipper, wrestling with the material to free his cock which was rock hard. Shivers shot through me, part shock that we were doing this with however many people just feet away from us, but also because of what was to come. He lifted me up and between us we managed to angle ourselves so he was waiting at my entrance. I twitched my hips, urging him on, needing a release and soon.
He filled me slowly and I saw the effect of the restraint on his face. Everything inside me pulsed, including my heart a little more.
“You play with your clit. I’ll do the work.”
I didn’t bother to argue, mainly because it felt like his magical dick was hitting every place I ever needed it to. He gripped my hips, bouncing me up and down like I was a doll, thrusting his hips, while I strummed the nub between my legs.
“Bite my shoulder, Soph,” he just about forced out the words. “You’re noisy.”
I bit it. Hard. At the same time his cock seemed to swell and I had to bite again, this time to stop myself from yelling out his name. I came hard and fast, my vision blurring and I could only be aware of the pieces he’d split everything into.
There was a tremble and I felt a vibration, his orgasm filling me. We slowed, his cock still inside and I wondered if I’d actually leave the tiny, cramped bathroom whole. I heard footsteps outside and prayed that no one was waiting for both of us to leave.
“You okay?” he said, now cradling me to him. “We should get out of here.”
“I’m good. I don’t think my thighs will be the same again.” Or other parts of me. Ones I didn’t want to disclose yet. I started to try to inch off him, grabbing some toilet paper. “That vibration at the end – where did that come from?”
Liam’s chuckle was low and dirty. “Turbulence. And by the way, we’re having red and orange flowers – you were loud.”
* * *
We’d managed to get a room at the same hotel, and although it had been a matter of weeks since Max and Victoria’s joint hen/stag parties, I felt like a break away in the thermal pools and some form of treatment was needed and I didn’t understand why.
Work had been relatively sane. I had good people working for me, people who understood both the beauty industry and good customer service. I didn’t need to micromanage any more.
And I’d had bigger personal issues than Liam Rosehill. I’d planned weddings before, and divorces.
“Ms Egalldottir said she’d like to meet us tonight at the property,” Liam said, pulling into the hotel car park. “She wants to run something by us.”
He was tired. Last night he’d spent recording in London with Roisin, agreeing to accompany her with some of the backing vocals. He’d ended up coming back to my apartment in a very grumpy mood. I’d spent twenty minutes listening to him rumble on about singers who had it too easy and made it hard for everyone else.
In the end I’d shut him up with a blow job. It worked.
“I wonder what. Maybe she wants us to wear vials of each other’s blood around our necks as proof of our love or something.”
He chuckled. “If she needs proof we could just pass on the flight attendant’s details who heard you screaming out my name on the plane.”
“I think you’ll find it was the other way round.” It definitely wasn’t.
“Is that why he told mewell doneas we got off?”
“He didn’t. Don’t lie. I wasn’t that loud.”
