Olivia barely looked up from her paperwork when I arrived. Then she froze and looked up again.
"You look cheerful? Although a little..."
She tilted her head backwards a bit and squinted, as if to study me closer.
"Okay, what's going on?"
Dom peeked his head out of the drawing room, and quickly picked up on Olivia's sceptical expression.
"Sup, man?" he asked, curious.
"I'm good. No, actually I couldn't be better. Is Quentin here?"
"Yeah. He's in his office. Why?"
He came out and leaned against Olivia's desk with his arms crossed over his chest. Now the both of them wore the same frown that demanded me to tell them the whole story.
"What? I just need to get a couple of days off, that's all."
"That's all? Dude, you barely stay at home when you're sick."
"Okay! I'm going to New York. The flight's at 3:45 pm and I need to run a couple of errands first, so I'm kind of in a hurry."
"New York?" Olivia exclaimed, but Dom puzzled the pieces together and smirked widely.
"You're finally visiting her?"
"Kind of. She's already here, so we're going together. We have a couple of things to explain to her parents. They don't know they're gonna be grandparents in a few months, and they still haven't met me. Besides, I need to talk to Rocco. Telling him that he's not my biological son isn't exactly something you do on the phone."
Dom choked and started coughing.
"Woah, woah! Rewind! Martina's pregnant? You're gonna be a dad?"
I smiled stupidly. Hearing him saying that out loud made me feel fucking amazing.
"And Rocco... What do you mean he's not your biological son?"
"The DNA test," I said, then explained why and how we'd found out.
"Ha... Damn, you move fast," Dom mumbled. Olivia just stood there, gaping in shock.
"Oh, and by the way, you need to help me search the real estate agencies for a suitable house. I was thinking maybe in the San Mateo or Pacifica area."
"You're buying a house?" he blurted out, even more surprised than before.
"Is Martina moving here?"
I raised an eyebrow and shrugged.
"Hopefully? She hasn't decided yet."
"Damn," Dom said again. Then Olivia started squealing and rushed over to me to give me a hug.
"Congratulations, Aaron! I can't believe what I'm hearing. I mean, wow. This is fantastic news. Except for the part about your s... Uhm. Rocco."
"Yeah. That was a shock to me too. I mean, I shouldn't really be surprised. It's Bree we're talking about here."
Dom nodded and rubbed his chin. Then he laughed and shook his head in disbelief.
"I know right? It's pretty damn crazy," I said, knowing exactly what he was thinking.
"I swear, you're the most unpredictable man in San Francisco."
Olivia giggled an agreement, and I grinned.
"Good luck with everything, though."
Then I knocked on Quentin's door and got about the same reaction as Dom and Olivia had. And I think that was a good thing, because he ended up giving me the whole week off.
My hand was safely secured in Aaron's as we searched for the right gate. The airport was filled with busy people. Some were shouting, some were laughing and there were even babies crying.
My hand quickly found its way to the growing bump that hid our little treasure. It was so hard to believe how happy I felt now, when I knew how sad and worried I was just a couple of days ago. I had never thought Aaron would take the news this well. It was hurtful that he asked for a paternity test, but honestly, what else could I expect? With everything he'd been through in his life, it would be surprising if he didn't.
"Are you okay?" he asked and squeezed my hand. Then he pulled me closer so he could give me a quick kiss on the cheek, and my whole body tingled with butterflies.
"Yeah," I beamed back at him, and his eyes welled with love.
Since we were early, we searched for a vacant seat so we didn't have to stand and wait. But we found only one. So I ended up sitting on Aaron's lap, with his arms wrapped around my waist. He kept whispering random things into my ear. Some things that made me giggle and other things that made me blush, but mostly it was just light smalltalk.
It didn't take very long until I noticed a middle aged lady staring at us. Her eyes were condescending and stinging, and her face was speaking in clear signs that she was disgusted by what she saw, but I couldn't understand why. We didn't do anything wrong. We were just two people who were in love, and that should be none of her concern. Would I ever get used to that? The stares and the judging whispers behind our backs? Would it ever not affect me?
After a while, Aaron noticed the woman too. At first he glared back at her. Then he told me to ignore her so she would stop. She didn't though, so eventually Aaron had enough. I almost expected him to say something rude to her, or something funny that would make her look bad. Instead he raised his hand in front of us while he kept their eyes locked. Then he clenched his hand into a fist and used the other one to make it look like he was reeling a fishing rod. And the more he reeled, the more his middle finger rose, until he was full-blown flipping her off.
The woman's scoff made me scream with laughter on the inside, and I turned to Aaron to give him a kiss on his cheek while I giggled.
"Thank you," I whispered, and felt relieved when the lady finally decided to look elsewhere. It felt so good to be defended like this. No one had ever done that for me before. Not even Rocco. I was always left to fend for myself, and I'd kind of just accepted that.
"FLIGHT CALL FOR LA GUARDIA, NEW YORK, AT GATE 18! LA GUARDIA, NEW YORK AT GATE 18!"
"Ready?" I asked, and I think both of us were equally excited. My body tingled again when he placed his hands on my hips, as we waited in line to board. It was like we never got enough of each other. My cheeks literally hurt from smiling and giggling all the time. And every time he murmured sexual things into my ear, I blushed like a neon sign, which obviously amused him.
"After what you told me, I keep picturing us in all kinds of kinky settings," he whispered, and his dark voice made my core burn.
"And now I want your pussy."
I bit my lip and looked around to see if anyone heard. Luckily they didn't.
"Are you wet?" he grumbled. Then he discreetly grabbed my wrist and placed my palm on his bulge, and my breath hitched in my throat when I felt how hard he was. Suddenly I understood why he kept standing so close to me. He was trying to hide that he was aroused. The lady who scanned our tickets saw, though, and I almost laughed out loud when I saw how her eyes widened.
That's right. Look all you want, because he's huge. And he's all mine.
"I think you are," he murmured, obviously not planning on letting it go. So I raised an eyebrow and bit my lip, while I gave him a seductive glance, and I felt my lower regions tighten when I heard his low growl.
I'd never been with a man who was this attentive before. He always held the door or helped me get seated, and he often asked if I was comfortable and felt okay no matter what situation we were in. This time was no exception. Since we were the only ones on our seat row, I got the window spot, and he made sure I was securely strapped with the seat belt before he sat down next to me. Then he placed his hand possessively on my thigh and leaned in to whisper into my ear.
"I'd like to tie you up in other ways too," he smirked, and I couldn't help but to smile to myself. I wouldn't mind, although he would be the one strapped to the bed. Not me.
As usual when I was on a plane, my body sizzled with expectations the minutes before take-off. Only this time I wasn't quite sure if it was the plane or the man next to me that made me tingle. And it was like he knew, because his hand kept wandering further and further up between my legs, until I had to remove it.
"Behave," I mumbled under my breath.
"I can't," he spoke with a clear undertone loaded with desire. Soon after, his hand was sliding upwards again, causing my body to tense up like a violin string. It was as if the world dissipated around us, and all I registered was now hard my heart beat, and how every fiber of my nervous system was on the verge of exploding. I wasn't even aware that I was holding my breath until a stewardess offered snacks and drinks.
"Uhm... Just water," I stuttered, and Aaron chuckled to himself. He'd removed his hand, but only temporarily, I knew that much. And when he asked to get a newspaper, I started to realize what he had in mind.
It took some time before the passengers had received their orders and the stewardesses were back in their seats. Aaron had been pretending to be reading, but I knew that he was more focused on talking dirty to me than actually read. He'd obviously made it his goal to drive me crazy. I'd never been hornier in my life when he finally placed the newspaper in my lap, and told me to hold it there. And I'd never been more desperate to feel his fingers rub me just the way I loved it.
"I dare you to make a sound," he mumbled, and as a reaction I spread my legs. I could be silent. Right?
"Jesus, Bambi. You're soaked."
"And you find that surprising?" I grumbled and closed my eyes. I could feel his finger pads sliding along my slit a few times, spreading my juices to make me feel even better. And when he started rubbing my clit, I groaned silently.
"Shh," he chuckled.
"You don't want us to be kicked out of the plane, do you?"
"And how's that gonna happen? A parach... Fuck!"
He made me lose focus on everything but his hand performing the most blissful handjob ever, when he increased the pressure on my clit. Maybe it was because of my pregnancy hormones I reacted like a sexually starved nymphomaniac? I didn't know. And right then, I didn't care either. I just felt how I was building stronger and stronger, until I struggled breathing without making a sound.
"Do you know how gorgeous you are right now?" he purred into my ear, and I shuddered in delight. I swear this man could make me cum just by the sound of his voice.
"I could watch you all day."
"Oh, my God," I panted, struggling like a heroine not to draw attention to what we were doing.
"I love the tight grip of your pussy around my fingers. Or around my cock when I fuck you against the wall. Hard."
I moaned soundlessly in fever. It felt like my body was burning. I was so warm. And when he placed my palm on his dick with his own arm covering it from curious eyes, I tensed up and my body prepared itself for the scintillating climax I needed so badly.
"That's right," he growled.
"Cum for daddy."
So I did. Like a volcano. It almost felt like I peed myself from the way I was pulsating around his fingers, and I clenched my jaw so hard that it hurt. But I managed not to scream. Only a silent whimper escaped through my nose, as my orgasm flushed through my body.
"Fuck," I heard him groan next to me, and I realized that I was squeezing his dick. I didn't trust my voice enough to apologize, so I let go and started stroking him outside his pants instead. I was too dizzy to focus, and too trembling to move other than my hand, and suddenly I got fixated on giving him the same treatment as he'd given me. But...
"Not now," he said quietly and his hand disappeared from between my legs. I immediately missed it, but I knew I could expect more later.
"Look at this," he chuckled, and showed me his hand. It was glistening with my cum. He discreetly licked off some of it, then wiped the rest off with a napkin before he raised his hand up to his nose and inhaled.
"Fuck... You smell so good."
That's when I decided to ignore what he said. I gave him the newspaper and a stare that said it all, and I smirked when I saw him gulp. His eyes were wide and he shook his head feverishly, when my hand found his bulge again. And I could only imagine how painful it was to have his erection restrained in his pants like that.
"Not any more than you."
"We're gonna get caught."
"That's why I dare to not make a sound," I whispered directly into his ear, reiterating his own words while my lips tickled his ear shell. I could see him shudder, and smiled to myself. I felt so empowered by giving such a wonderful man exactly what he needed. The way he responded to me was simply amazing.
"I love you," I said, and surprised myself for being so soft in such a tense moment. Then I stepped up a notch. I made sure he held the newspaper in a way that nobody would notice that I opened his pants and sneaked my hand inside. First I helped him into a better position, and I literally felt how he grew bigger under my palm.
He exhaled sharply when I wrapped my fingers around his dick and started stroking. His skin felt so warm and velvety soft, a perfect sheath for his hardness. His girth filled my whole hand, and I felt how his veins pulsated against my palm as I pumped slowly. I used my thumb to rub right under the rim of the tip, just like I'd learned that he liked, and I admired every tiny change in his facial expression as he altered between clenching his jaw and letting it hang slack. He had his eyes shut for the most part, and I could see he had totally surrendered to the pleasure I was giving him.
"I'm gonna cum if you continue this," he breathed, but I could already hear it in his voice. Everything about him told me that he was close.
"I can't cum in my pants. It'll get sticky, and... Ahh, shit."
"And how do you think I feel?" I retorted, and he giggled lowly. Then he moaned quietly when I increased the speed. He was hard as steel and leaking precum that I used to moist the crown of his beautiful dick.
"Think about how my pussy slides up and down, and..."
That's how far I came when I felt his shaft started twitching, squirting out his load all over my hand, his boxers and pants.
"Oh, my God," I giggled. I didn't think he'd cum quite that fast, but anyway. The job was obviously well done judging by the sight of him. He was a panting mess, and I had to elbow him to avoid him drawing attention to us, and chuckled even more when I saw how embarrassed he was.
"Consider this a warm-up to becoming a member of the mile high club," I whispered into his ear, and grinned mischievously when he responded with a growl. Whether we would be brave enough to go through with it or not, was a different question. But right now we were both well satisfied, although a bit uncomfortable with the result. And after we'd been to the toilet in turn and tried to clean ourselves up as much as we could, we giggled secretly and sent each other knowing glances the rest of the trip.
God, how I love this man!