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Chapter 19
BRIDGET
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Icouldn’t have dreamed up a more luxurious flight. The mattress on the double bed in our suite was comfier than my own bed, and the crew had sprinkled rose petals over it and included another bottle of champagne.
As soon as Darren and I were snuggled under the covers, his hands were in my pajama pants.
“What if these sliding doors aren’t that soundproof?” I ask. “Plus, the attendants seem to check up on us every five minutes.”
“The Do Not Disturb light is lit,” Darren replies. “And if you’re really worried about sound, give me your panties.”
“What?”
“Give me your panties.”
I give him a dubious look but shimmy out of my pajama bottoms and underwear. I hand the stretch -ace boyshorts to him.
He opens my mouth and stuffs my panties in. I make a protesting sound.
“Shh. You’re worried the crew might hear,” he reminds me.
I glare at him, but I’m soon distracted by his hand caressing me between the legs. My body is such a sucker for his touch. It’s distressing, really. And it seems to be getting worse with time. Before I know it, I’ll be committing armed robbery for him.
After he’s got me all hot and bothered, we go from missionary position sex to reverse cowgirl. My mouth gets dry from the panties, and there’s another problem with having my mouth stuffed with underwear.
Darren pulls me prone on top of him, my back to his chest, his cock still buried in me. “You can’t ask to come, can you?”
He swirls his fingers in my pubic hair before sliding lower to find my clit. I whimper as he strokes the engorged bud, made slippery by my wetness.
“Please, may I come?” I inquire, but the words come out a muffled mess.
His free hand plays with a breast while he masturbates me. “What’s that, Bridge?”
You know damn well what I’m asking.
But I try again.
“What would you rather have: the chance the crew might hear us or the chance to ask permission to come?”
I groan at him. But his fondling feels so good, I don’t want him to stop. I’ll come without asking. What’s he going to do? Make me go shopping? I won’t do it.
His fingers wreak havoc on me, like they always do. He gives my nipple a harsh pinch, and seconds later, I’m jerking and bucking against him. Holding me to him, he shoves his hips into me. He can’t seem to get the penetration he wants, so he rolls me beneath him. He pulls a pillow beneath my hips and is able to go deeper. After pounding into me forcefully, he roars, his legs trembling beside mine. I feel a stream of heat filling me.
Breathing heavily, he lays down beside me. “So what do you want your punishment to be for not asking to come?”
I pull my panties from my mouth. “That wasn’t fair.”
“Who says I’m fair?”
“I did ask!”
“I didn’t hear it. I just heard a bunch of mumbling.”
I grab the pillow and hit him across the chest with it. He grabs my wrists and, rolling on top of me, pins my hands to the bed.
“Behave yourself, Bridge.”
