“This was always going to happen, wasn’t it? There’s no way I could have resisted you. Your lips haunted my thoughts and dreams. I wondered for weeks what kissing you would taste like, what it would feel like, how you would react… I also imagined them in situations much more indecent,” he confesses, and I helplessly tilt into arousal. Knowing he imagined me sucking on his dick before we even kissed is strangely hot.
Because I really am an open book, Lex notices my mood change. His eyes darken as a result, and the air nearly crackles between us. I can never get tired of hearing this man tell me how whipped he is for me, so I ask, “You did?”
“Andrea, you fueled my imagination like never before. Even now, you know. I’ve been relentlessly thinking of all the things I’ll do to you when I finally have you again.”
The low pitch of his whisper sends intense waves of need through my entire body, and I have to press my legs together to muffle the growing tension between them. A familiar languor takes over my body, especially when he bends over the separation to continue.
“I’ll take you for hours, in every position, on every available surface. You’ll beg me to stop, you’ll pray that I continue, and I’ll give it all to you.”
There he is. Horny Lex. Those three glasses loosened his tongue, and fuck… It’s torture. But the sweetest, most addictive kind.
“The louder you scream, the harder I’ll give it to you. I’ll fuck you until nothing else exists but us, bound in pleasure, sweat, and so much cum the sheets stick to our skin. I’ll fuck you until we are physically incapable of doing it again, until your pussy is raw and my cock can’t stay up. But I know my cock can be hard for you the entire night, Andrea.”
Only the warmth of his breath touches me, grazing the convoluted shapes of my ear, and I have to grip the armrests of my seat to stop myself from touching him. Dear fucking Christ, I’m getting ridiculously wet, aware that he isn’t overpromising. This is exactly what will happen as soon as I give in.
“When you’re ready, I’ll take you on a date. A real one. We’ll go out, eat something, go somewhere… And then I’ll bring you to my place, and I’ll fuck you until the sun rises again. Would you like that, Andrea?”
I meet his darkened irises and nod, my mouth half open, my cheekbones burning, my breathing short. He isn’t even touching me, yet I’m on fire all over. I long to go on a date with him, to be outside and stop hiding our relationship from the world. But I crave the threat of what’ll come after even more. I want him to remind me how good he is with my body, how high he can take me, and how he can make me beg for more—even when I can’t take more.
“I know you’re wet for me right now, and it’s driving me insane. I can’t wait to sample the sweet savor of your cunt again. I hate that its subtle details are already fading. So I’ll fuck you with my mouth and tongue until the taste of your pleasure becomes a core memory.”
My clit throbs, and my hips buck with the need to fuck, my legs clenching even harder. Shit… He can’t keep doing this. I’m about to come without him ever touching me.
“Lex,” I beg, my voice a whimper.
I can feel his restraint when the wet tip of his tongue grazes the shell of my ear. However soft and brief it is, my insides clench repeatedly at it. Shit, I’m about to beg him to fuck me right here, right now.
I abruptly stand up, witnessing his surprise, and swiftly open my partition to rush out in the aisle. My weak legs take me to the toilets, where I lock myself in. Once safely alone, I lean back on the door, trying to focus on my breathing, my heart slamming against my ribs. Despite my troubled self, I notice how fancy the room is—much larger than coach toilets and much,muchcleaner.
Shit, we need to do something about this tension, this insane urgency, or we’ll never manage to keep it professional in Seoul. Plus, we’re sharing a suite, which makes things even more tempting. Thankfully, I’m on my period, so that’ll help me stay strong and keep Lex away—but only for a day or so, as it’s almost over. I brought Idris and Jensen, so they’ll have to be enough when it ends. Once we get settled, I’ll lock myself in my room for an hour and get it all out myself, like a big girl. I’ll close my eyes and imagine Lex doing all those things he promised, drawing enough orgasms to not need him so much.
Yes, it’s a good plan. Maybe I’ll even be loud enough to drive him mad as he listens from the other side of the wall. Torturing him like that is the least he deserves after what he just did to me.
A few minutes pass before someone knocks on the door. I can’t monopolize the toilets much longer, so I pass a nervous hand over my face and turn around to open the door. Instead of some random passenger, it’s the cause of my troubles himself.
He looks so tall, so handsome, and so ridiculously attractive that my barely-tamed arousal spikes again.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” he apologizes, clearly remorseful. This man apologizing will forever make me melt.
“I’m not upset.”
In a second, he understands my meaning, and when his pupils expand, I distinctly feel my clit pulsate. I need him. Right now. I need him like I’ve never needed him before.
Maybe my two beers weren’t that reasonable because I grab the front of his black shirt and harshly pull him inside with me. He’s quick to close the door behind us, and I’m even quicker to lock it.
He stares down at me, eyes so dark he looks dangerous, and I press my front to his, struggling to contain myself. “What are we doing, Andrea?” he asks, his pitch so altered by lust it almost sounds like a growl.
“I—I need…” I don’t know what I want, and I don’t know how to express it. All I know is that my clit feels like it has its blinkers on, and if I don’t come, somehow, the rest of the flight will be very,veryuncomfortable.
But of course, because he knows me better than I know myself, Lex takes charge and moves into action. Grabbing my hips, he makes me flip around so we’re both facing the mirror. I meet his heated gaze in the reflection, trying to guess what’s about to happen. He steps close enough for his front to meet my back, and his hands snake around my sides until one rests right under my breasts and the other is lower, near the elastic waistband of my pants.
“Wait, I’m… on my period,” I embarrassedly explain. “You can’t…”
“Don’t worry, I won’t.”
The rest happens slowly—slowly enough for me to refuse him ten times over if I don’t want it. His hand down south travels lower until it cups my heated pussy over the stretchy fabric, and the other one travels a little higher to cradle my tit in its palm.
“Is this okay?” he rasps. I nod, refusing to let myself think about it. It probably isn’t okay morally, but it feels very okay physically.
