I claw at him, frantically seeking his mouth, his skin, hanging on to him as he drives my body to heights that make every muscle tense and flush with heat.
One rub of his thumb against my clit and I come undone—muffling my cry in his shoulder as I shiver and shake around his fingers, his heady, masculine scent of patchouli and cardamom enveloping me.
Without warning, Matvei withdraws his fingers and flips me around. The sound of his belt hitting the floor is followed by a zipper being pulled down. Suddenly, hard warmth is pressed against my ass.
I groan at how good he feels against me, teasing me until I wiggle and push back against him, desperate to feel him inside me.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, biting my lower lip and dragging my teeth along it.
“Is that what you want?” Matvei hums against the back of my neck before nipping the skin there. “For me to fuck you until you forget?”
“Yes please,” I gasp. “Fuck me until I forgeteverything.”
Did those words really just come out of my mouth?
“Your wish is my command.”
Matvei slides into me. He’s big, bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with, and it takes me a moment of exquisite agony to adjust to him. Every movement, every thrust, makes me want to cry out as it rakes against the nerves going haywire.
Nothing in the way this man takes me is gentle, but it isn’t like it’s romantic lovemaking. This is a stranger, screwing my brains out in an airplane bathroom. He slams into me again and again, making me forget my terror. His hand is fisted in my hair, his teeth at the back of my neck, and he’s whispering something in Russian in my ear. I don’t know what it is, but I can only assume it’s absolutely filthy.
The heat within me grows, my breath hitching as I try to muffle the noises I’m making. He fills me, blotting out everything else in the world except his breath on the back of my neck and the feel of him moving inside me.
He jerks my head around as one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever had dots my vision with white, his mouth clamping on mine to absorb my scream, his tongue raking the inside as he continues to pump into me with ever wilder strokes. I can feelhis muscles strain against me as he comes, his head dropping to my shoulder as he swallows his own groans of pleasure.
We stand there for a few moments more, still connected, still breathing hard, the hum of the plane’s engines all around us. When Matvei pulls out, I bite back a whimper as his warmth leaves me. My ears are ringing and I feel entirely disheveled, even as the afterglow of the orgasm he gave me continues in waves.
Matvei nips my ear, and I gasp when he says, “I want you to come with me to my hotel. I want more of you.” He pulls back just enough so when his blue eyes meet mine, I’m entirely lost in their cerulean depths. “Will you?”
“Yes,” I breathe, taking not even a moment to reply; only then does Matvei let me go.
I want more of this. God, I want so much more of this.
We both clean up and dress. Matvei leads me back to my seat, and he takes the second seat. He orders a meal for two from the flight attendant, who looks at us with pursed lips.
“She’s fine now,” he says pleasantly, and I swear she rolls her eyes as she turns away.
I should be mortified, but instead, I giggle. Matvei’s smile is playful and enigmatic, and I feel my stomach tighten as I think about what we just did.
When the flight attendant brings us more champagne and the food Matvei ordered, I’m still floating. Everything tastes better. Is it because world-class chefs prepared the food? Or is it because this incredibly sexy man just gave me the best orgasm of my life in an airplane shower?
I have no idea, but I’m going with it. I wanted a trip to forget my ex, and it looks like I’m getting exactly that.
3
SONYA
Not only did I just become a member of the Mile High Club, but I did it with the guy everyone is staring at. I think some are more afraid of Matvei than drawn to him—he is intimidating. However, I see more than a few covetous looks from men and women alike.
I've agreed to accompany him back to his hotel. My best friend would tell me what an incredibly stupid idea it is. She would say getting involved with someone I don't even know, someone who just screwed me silly in an airplane bathroom, is reckless.
But being a good girl got me a guy who called me fat and broke up with me over text. Maybe it’s time to try something new.
The Prague airport is beautiful, and with Matvei at my side, I feel like I'm being escorted by a bodyguard—a bodyguard I can't wait to get into bed with. If what I experienced on the plane is only a taste of what I'm going to get in that hotel room…
“Should we get a cab?” I know I sound eager, but I’m already desperate for another round.
“I have a car service waiting for me.”
