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HADLEY
Twenty four hours, she had a boyfriend and a job. Although she can't say she was in love with either of them. Mitch was nice enough until he wasn't, cheating ass. And she will certainly miss the money, but her corporate job was shit. Emails, paperwork, emails, paperwork, repeat.
Inhaling deeply, she shifts in her business-class seat. At least she gets to escape everything that New York has become for her. If she's honest with herself, she doesn't know if she actually wants to live there anymore. Her hometown is calling her name and with that her mom's worsening scoliosis and upcoming hip surgery, the choice to go home is an easy one.
Thunking her head back against the seat, she gazes out the small window overlooking the tarmac, wishing for the plane to take off already. She's itchy and antsy still being in New York after her world turned upside down yesterday.
"Are you okay, sweetheart?" A deep voice asks from beside her. A much larger hand rests on top of her trembling one. She's so lost in her thoughts that she didn't know someone had sat down beside her. Turning her head to the left, she's stunned silent by the man staring at her with so much concern. When she doesn't say anything, he continues. "Are you nervous about flying?"
Finally, her brain starts to function past the bundle of nerves. "Oh, no. I'm not scared of flying. I just want to get out of here."
"New York?" He questions, quirking a brow toward his perfectly messy blonde hair.
She shrugs, huffing out a breath before she vomits all over this poor man. "Yesterday, I was laid off from the job I've had for the past two years, which I honestly hate. To top it off, I found out my boyfriend of the last, um..... some months was cheating on me."
Anger ghosts over his face. "Please tell me you ended it with the scum bag."
"Duh."
He smirks, turning his body more in her direction. "Considering you don't even know how many months you were dating, I'm assuming you're more mad than hurt by this development."
Her eyes blink rapidly as her brain tries to process his words. "Yeah, I guess so." She glances down, realizing his hand is still on hers, her fingers lacing through his. "I just want to leave it all behind and move on."
"And Colorado is where you're doing that?"
Deciding not to explain every detail of her life to this man, she nods in agreement.
His fingers gently stroke over her thigh. "I'm sure you'll figure it all out. Your former boyfriend and employer don't deserve you anyway."
"You don't even know me." She stares into his blue eyes.
He leans in closer. "But for some reason, sweetheart, I think I do."
~W~
She wakes, feeling the drool on the side of her mouth, then realizes she's not leaning against her seat or even the wall of the plane. No, her head is resting against the stud beside her. She internally groans, realizing she's probably drooled on him. Then she realizes something much, much more embarrassing. She's still holding his hand, but instead of their hands resting on the top of her thigh, they're now nestled tightly between her thighs. Her traitorous hips seek out some much-needed friction for a very needy bundle of nerves in the area that Mitch couldn't even find even if she drew him a color-coded map. Tentatively, she peeks one eye open. She can't see his eyes, but his jaw is drawn tight as he stares straight forward. Knowing she can't put it off any longer, she sits up and wipes her mouth with her free hand. "Sorry." She says, starting to ease their joined hands away from the apex of her thighs, but his hand doesn't budge.
His head swivels toward me, his eyes locking on her with a look that's nothing short of molten desire. His voice is pure sex. "I don't even know your name, but I have never in my life wanted to fuck anyone more than I want to fuck you right now. Feeling you rub your pussy against my hand in your sleep is the hottest thing a woman has ever done to me." Her jaw hinges open because holy dirty talk. Tingles travel down her body, ending at her clit. "Please tell me you want this too." He says, eyes pleading.
"Yeah, yes, uh-huh. I do."
"Are you sure?" Her bottom lip catches between her teeth as she nods. His eyes swivel around the plane. "Go to the bathroom in the back. I'll meet you there in a minute." She's stunned for a moment, unable to move or respond. She never does anything like this, but he's so gorgeous and sweet. She just wants to have fun for once. His fingers gently caress her legging-covered thigh, reminding her that he's there. She gives his hand a squeeze before standing and maneuvering past him, turning to face the back of the plane. He gives her a wink. "See you soon." Her breathing increases as she walks the length of the aisle toward the stall at the back of the plane. She steps inside, staring at the empty space. She's jolted out of her claustrophobic thoughts when a muscular body presses in behind her. She hears the lock slide into place a moment before his hands are on her hips and his lips are at her ear. "I think we've kept your greedy pussy waiting long enough, don't you think?" He whispers in between kissing her neck.
Shivers race through her body. "Mmhmm." She gets out through heavy breaths. She tilts her head to the side, so her eyes meet his. They stay locked for a beat before his lips land on hers. They're soft and demanding, drawing out little whimpers from her with his mouth alone.
His large palm splays over her stomach, dipping under the waistband of her leggings. His fingers track down as he continues to kiss the life out of her. Two of his fingers swipe over her clit and through her wetness. "Fuck, you're so wet for me." He moans. "We're going to have to be quick and quiet. You think you can handle that, sweetheart?" Angling her body towards him in the small space, she nods. "Good girl." He growls, barely above a whisper. "Bend over. Hands on the wall." She does as he asks, stepping her feet further apart. His fingers hook in her leggings, dragging them down her legs along with her thong. "Gorgeous." He places a kiss on each of her ass cheeks. She can't help the moan that slips from her lips when he runs his tongue along her pussy. "Better than I imagined." He mumbles more to himself than to her. "We probably don't have time for this, but you're too fucking delicious." His strong hands grip her thighs as he greedily dives into her pussy and her eyes roll back when he teases her before lapping at her clit. He alternates, going back and forth, driving her mad. Her head lolls forward as she moans. "Shh....remember, you said you could be quiet for me."
She whimpers, but nods in agreement. "Okay, I'll be good."
"Fuck, you're so sexy." He latches onto her clit more aggressively. She's never had someone take charge like this with her before, but it's doing it for her. "Come for me, then you can have my cock." He says from between her legs. He sucks her clit into his mouth, his tongue lolling over the delicate nerves and she explodes. Sparks flash behind her closed eyelids and she fights to keep herself from screaming out as pleasure tears through her. His ministrations on her clit soften, but he doesn't stop. He eases her through her orgasm until her body stops trembling and she's experienced every last shred of ecstasy possible. He stands to his full height, his hands anchored on her hips. His body drapes over hers as he leans in to whisper into her ear. "You are stunning when you come. Now I want to feel it on my cock." A shiver races down her spine at his words. He pulls a condom from his pocket and slides it over his dick, which she can't help but stare at over her shoulder. "Ready?" He asks, lining himself up.
"Yes, please." She breathes out, her legs shaky in the wake of her orgasm. He thrusts in all the way in one go. Thankfully, he's smart enough to place his hand over her mouth, otherwise the entire plane would know he's inside of her.
"I'm going to fuck you now, so be my good girl and be quiet, come all over my cock."
She whimpers and moans into his hand as he does just that, slamming into her over and over again with a dizzying pace that has all her brain cells failing at the moment. Her orgasm builds in a frighteningly short time. With his other hand, he reaches down, rubbing circles around her clit. She bites down on his palm to keep from screaming as pleasure crashes through her. "That's it. Yes." He breathes into her ear as he slams into her two more times before he tenses inside of her. He pulls her up fully, so her back is pressed against his chest with him still fully inside of her. His hand slides from her mouth and down her throat. She tries to slow her breathing without much success.
Who is this man and how will she ever enjoy sex again?
