“Well, my dad lives like two hours away in Kainerville, and both of my brothers live a little farther than that in the city. They have apartments in the same building. I don’t see anyoneas much as I would like to. My mother passed away when I was sixteen. There was a car that had lost control because the woman that was driving had a heart attack. The car was barreling towards us on the sidewalk, and she pushed my brother and me away.” This was the part I hated. It’s when everyone gave me pity eyes and platitudes, like those words did anything. “My brother was unscathed, my mother lost her life, and I almost died.” I brought myself to meet his gaze. He looked pretty shell-shocked about it—everyone always was.
“Your mother,” he started, “how can you call me Batman when a real-life superhero raised you?” The words were said with such conviction that I felt my nose prickle. “She saved you. My God, what an amazingly brave woman, what a sacrifice. I am so sorry. And you?” he continued, “look at you now, Audra, helping people in the same way you were helped. No wonder you are having such mixed emotions about continuing nursing.” My heart thumped wildly with his words.
No one had ever pegged that truth of mine before, and I had never told a soul. There was a large part of me that felt like nursing was the price I needed to pay for surviving everything, and helping people was my penance. There was more than a whisper of shame when I acknowledged, out loud, that nursing might not be for me. That the people who saved me could hack it, but I couldn’t return the favor to a child that needed me. And never have I ever heard a reaction like that to my family story either. The sincerity of his words threw me for a loop. “I … yeah … I… she was, wasn’t she?” I gave him a knowing smile. “Sorry, that was a lot for a pre-8 a.m. conversation.”
He leaned over to me, right next to my ear, “If it were up to me, we’d be having lots of conversations before 8.” I pulled back, and he winked at me. And in a matter of seconds, it went from a hard moment back to a lighthearted one. Surprisingly, Ididn’t carry my family baggage like trauma. It was a situation that happened, and although I missed my mother every single day, I didn’t have some chip against the world. Granted, I’d spent lots of time and money in therapy, but I had learned to deal with those emotions a long time ago. Grateful for the break in tension, and the thought of what kinds of morning conversations Donovan and I would have, I laughed.
“Okay, now that it’s obvious we both have some family baggage, let’s move on to a couple of other things. Like, what’s your favorite color? Or can I get a tour of this thing now?” I asked.
He laughed and stood up. “RoyalBlue,” he emphasized the royal with a smirk. “No joke. It’s no wonder I’m interested in a King.” He held one hand over his heart and blinked at me like a cartoon, while he extended the other to me. Taking it, he gave me the tour.
“So,” he said with playfulness, as we stood in the back of the jet after seeing everything. He pulled my back against his chest, wrapping his arms around my front, and I immediately melted into him. I didn’t miss how his thumb grazed right below my bra before he pulled my hair over his shoulder and placed kisses all along my neck. I tilted my neck to give him full access and felt the goosebumps rush down my arm. “Remember when you said that my bed was like a cloud?”
“I do.” I grinned.
He spun me to face him, and his thumb dragged across my cheek as I looked at him, every nerve tuned to what I hoped would come next.
“I make no promises about the cloud-like state of this bed, but I can give you an orgasm in the actual clouds right now if you’d like.”
“I’d like that,” I whispered as my head nodded at him. Atthat, he bent down to give me a searing kiss, and I was ready to rip his clothes off in the middle of the aisle … of the private jet. Because the only damn thing I wanted to do was join the Mile High Club with Donovan freaking Wright.Was this seriously my life right now?
Pulling me into the room, he closed the door and threw me onto the bed. It wasn’t as gentle as last night, and I was all for it. My thighs pressed together because I knew what was coming. Propped on my elbows, I watched with bated breath as he took his sweater off over his head and threw it to the side. My stomach clenched in the best of ways knowing that neat and tidy Donovan Wright wanted me so badly he was throwing his sweater into a crumpled heap on the ground. When I looked back at him, I lost my breath again. Damn. That was a sight I would never tire of seeing. Those jeans rode low on his hips, and I knew that V on his abs led right to his promised land.
“Don’t close your legs with me, Chaos. This is mine”—he put his hand on my knees and pried them apart—“I want access to this all the damn time.”
The bed dipped as he knelt to unbutton my shirt, grazing my skin with the tips of his fingers as he went along. When he peeled the front open and took in the sight, a sinful look spread on his face. It appeared he was pleasantly surprised by the sexy white lace bra I was wearing. I knew it was hot. The thing pushed my boobs into perfect little globes that looked like they’d spill out over the top if I moved too quickly. When I was packing, I put it in my bag in anticipation of maybe putting it on one night out in New York. After our tryst last night, I fished it out this morning, knowing that he’d find it at some point today. Him seeing it as early as the plane ride didn’t cross my mind, but that’s what made it even sweeter.
“Audra, fuck’s sake you are quite literally my wet dream. Look at these fucking things,” he said as he gave them a squeeze. I laughed, but he shut me up quickly when his mouth aggressively covered mine, and his tongue teased in. My fingers instinctively went to the button on his pants as he hovered above me, and I made quick work of getting them off. Then he sat back on his feet in a pair of royal blue boxer briefs that his very big, very erect dick was sticking out the top of. Apparently, we both had some naughty surprises. I ran my hand over him a few times, noting how stiff he was, and decided that Donovan was, without question, the gold medal winner of rock-hard dicks. I was feral for it, and brought my mouth to the head to lick the crown that was peeking out. He almost immediately pulled his underwear down himself so I could get better access, and his magnum-sized cock almost hit me in the face. I knew I had a problem when I realized that this man could dick-slap me, and I’d probably ask for more. Jesus Christ.
“Much better,” he smirked at me, but rather than allowing me to come back up to blow him, he pushed me back down. “I’m not exactly sure how much time we have here.”
“Okay.” Like I would have argued with that? A quickie in the clouds wouldn’t be a problem, I was perpetually turned on by him. Given he said there was a time issue, I had expected him to dive right in, but instead, he slowly kissed up the inside of my right thigh. After he grazed his tongue over me, he kissed up my left and grazed over my middle again. I was getting a little impatient, especially if we were landing soon.Could you fuck someone while a plane was landing? If he was balls deep in me, would the stewardess still tell you to put a seatbelt on, or was it a free-for-all?A small sound escaped my throat when, on his third swipe across, he gently bit my clit through my underwear, and all thoughts of seat belts exited my brain.
“You okay, Chaos?” he asked, and I heard his smile.
“I could be better,” I replied, squirming.
“How?”
“How? You know.”
“I know nothing,” he challenged me. “You’ll have to tell me.”
Oh my gosh. Our first sexual encounter yesterday showed me what next-level sex could be like, but I’d never talked dirty before. I think the last time I tried to sound a little sexy with him, I said we’d play darts or something equally cringy. But right now, I was willing to do just about anything to get him to put his mouth on me.
“I want you to … lick me.”
“Lick you?” He flattened his tongue and licked the front of my thigh to be obnoxious.
“No. Ahh. Are you going to make me say it? Oh my gosh. Okay. I want you to lick my … pussy.” I kind of hesitated, then nervously laughed when I said it. The words sounded foreign coming out of my mouth, but when he said things like that to, it was a complete turn on.
“Like this?” And he made his tongue wide and just licked me from my entrance past my clit. It felt good, but I wanted whatever magic he performed last night.“I want you to take my underwear off. Do whatever you did last night to my clit. And I want your fingers, too.” The words came spilling out because I recalled how quickly I came when he did just that, but my hand went up to cover my mouth regardless.
“Ah, like this?” In one movement, my thong was off and his mouth and fingers were exactly where I wanted them. My eyes closed in relief and pleasure. That was it. “Yes. Just like that.”
“You see, Chaos, just licking your pussy is not good enough for me. I want to taste you on my tongue when we’re walkingaround today. When I close my eyes, I want to feel the sensation of you riding my face. And through all of the noise in all of New York City, I want to remember the sound of you screaming my name when I make you fall apart on my tongue. I don’t just want tolickyou, I want to worship you until you are coming apart at the seams, and I have evidence of your orgasm dripping down my fucking hand. And then, I want to do it again.”
Can you run out of air on a plane? Because I just did. Holy shit, our dirty talk was not the same.
