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“That’s your boyfriend huh?” Luke asks beside me, watching Michael make his way over to me.
“Yeah, that’s him.”
“You two look good together. Thank you for everything.” He pats me on the back and nods at Michael when he gets within arm’s reach of me.
My boyfriend pulls me in for a hug, kissing me lightly on the lips when I tip my head back. “Who was that?” he asks with an edge of possession in his voice that makes me smile wider.
“Luke. He asked me out for drinks. But,” I say when Michael snaps his head over and narrows his eyes at Luke’s back, “I told him I have a boyfriend. He said we look good together.”
Michael looks down at me with a grin. “Yeah? A boyfriend?”
“Yeah. Is that okay?” I ask nervously.
“More than okay. I’m glad you told him that.”
“Me too.”
Throwing his arm around me, Michael leads me to the car. “We have a few hours before your flight leaves. Is there something you want to do before we go?”
“Let’s have one last lunch. Then we can go.”
Lunch is back at the same burger place we went to the first time. We don’t do anything but eat and talk this time, no getting handsy.
After stuffing a fry into my mouth, I ask, “So, when are you going back home?” I lower my voice. “I know you can’t be seen around California, especially around my area. And I would hate for you to be cooped up in a hotel room for weeks on end.”
He rubs his mouth with a napkin, tossing it on his empty plate. “I planned to stay. When I leave, I want to take you with me. And,” he leans forward and drops his voice as well, “I like the idea of sneaking in your window, fucking you so good that you’ll want to shout, but you can’t because your family is there.”
I feel a shiver run down my spine as I narrow my eyes at him. “You did that on purpose because you know we have to leave to catch our flight. Didn’t you?”
He doesn’t answer, just winks at me. Oh … two can play that game.
Packing sucks. Getting our things together so we can leave our little slice of heaven physically hurts my heart. Michael comes over to me and takes my bag from my hand, tossing it on the bed.
Turning me in his arms, he kisses me sweetly and I want to weep. When he lets me up for air, he says, “I’ll sneak in your room in a few days. You’ve been able to be as loud as you want here. We’ll test to see if you can keep your voice down while I deep throat you.”
I groan. “You’re the worst.”
Laughing, he smacks my ass and scoops up my bag. “I know, baby. I’m counting down the minutes until I’m inside you again.” Quickly, he kisses my cheek, then tugs me out of the apartment.
I’m nervous on the plane this time too, but for another reason. I have something planned, but I’m not sure if I can pull it off or how Michael will react.
I still grip the edge of the seats when the pilot starts the ascent, but when we level off, the ride is really smooth. We have about an hour and a half before the flight attendant comes back to check on us. Michael checked the weather and asked the pilot and he said he didn’t foresee any turbulence for the first hour of the trip. Bad weather is up ahead in California, so if we’re to do what I want, I need to get started now.
Unbuckling my seat belt, I motion to the restroom when Michael raises an eyebrow. As soon as I’m shut in, I shimmy my pants down and slide my new lace thong to the side so I can work myself open.
Michael bought me loads of new panties, but this was the only thong and I adore it.
I’ve been doing some research on how to prep myself. I’ve never even used toys on myself before Michael, so I had to make sure I was doing it right. I take the lube packet from my pocket and drizzle some on my fingers. They shake slightly, but I push the nervousness away and slide my fingers inside, fighting a moan when I realize how good it feels. I didn’t think it would feel this good with my own fingers.
I want to continue since my cock is rock hard, but I remove my fingers when I think I’m stretched enough. I toss the lube packet, then move the thong back to where it was. It’s a little strange, wearing a thong, especially with these crappy clothes on, but I love the feeling of my jeans against the bare skin of my ass.
When I leave the bathroom, Michael is sitting in his seat, his ankle crossed across his knee, typing away on his phone. His eyes sparkle when he says, “Hey, Quin said your passport should be ready in about two weeks. He had his guy speed up … your …”
His voice trails off as he watches me pull the hoodie over my head, then slide my pants down. When I have them off and kicked to the side, I pull my shirt over my head, standing before him in my lacy thong. My cock strains against the fabric, precome already spotting the lace.
“Did you count down the minutes or were you just saying that?” I ask breathily when I see how he’s drinking me in. I would feel self-conscious if I didn’t recognize the look of desire he gives me.
“Come here, baby,” he says in a gravelly voice.
