Page 17 of Remember Me

“Aren’t we supposed to be in our seats when there’s a lot of turbulence?” I asked through ragged breaths.

“There isn’t that much,” she said. Her voice was light, but I still felt like I was being mocked a little bit. “Deep breaths,” Thea instructed, closing the door behind us and kneeling in front of me. “In through your nose, out through your mouth.”

I tried to follow her instructions, but my stomach rolled again as the plane hit another patch of rough air. “I think I need to be facing the other way,” I groaned, gesturing weakly at the toilet. “So I can, you know...”

“No.” Thea's voice was firm as she placed her hands on my knees, steadying me. “I've got a better way to calm you down.”

I blinked at her, momentarily distracted from my nausea. “What are you talking about?”

A slow smile spread across her face as she reached for my belt. “Trust me, Baseball Cap. I know exactly what you need right now.”

My brain short-circuited the second her fingers slipped under my belt, popping it open with a speed that made my cock jerk in anticipation. “Thea, what are you doing,” I choked out, my voice already raw.

“Shh.” She pressed a finger to my lips, her touch firm enough to silence me. “Be a good boy and stay quiet. Will you let me take care of you?”

A ragged sound clawed its way from my throat, my chest tight with anticipation. I nodded once. Twice. I was barely able to keep eye contact with my stomach lurching, but I couldn’t look away from her and what she was about to do.

“Good boy,” she said.

God, that nickname. Those two little words shattered me every time, stripping me bare in ways I couldn’t describe. She knew it, too. How it made my pulse stutter, and made me hers in an instant.

“Y-Yeah,” I rasped, gripping the cold toilet lid beneath me like it was the only thing anchoring me to the moment. My jeans and boxers were shoved down with impatient efficiency, and my cock sprang free, already aching. “But what about—”

“Don’t worry about them,” she murmured, her breath hot and wicked against my skin as her hand wrapped around me, fingers curling possessively. “Focus on me. Only me.”

Then her mouth was on me—hot, wet, and devastatingly slow—pulling me in with one slick, hungry slide of her lips. My head thunked back against the mirror behind me, a dull echo that didn’t register past the way her tongue curled around the underside of my cock like she was savoring every inch.

I bit down on my knuckle, stifling the guttural groan that surged up my throat. The moan still escaped in fragments, raw and desperate.

Fuck.Fuck.

My hands flew to her hair, tangling in those dark strands, not to guide her but to hold on for dear life. I had no control here—she owned me in every way that counted.

“Thea,” I choked out, hips jerking despite myself. Her mouth welcomed the thrust greedily, her throat relaxing like she’d done this a hundred times just for me. “You’re fucking—God—you’re incredible.”

She pulled back just enough for the cool air to hit my spit-slick head, her tongue flicking teasingly over the tip in lazy, torturous circles. Her eyes stayed locked on mine—dark, gleaming, amused by how undone I was.

“You’re doing so well,” she purred, her voice husky and low, the vibration of it thrumming through my cock like a live wire. “Such a good boy. So needy. So desperate to come for me.”

My breath hitched. The burn in my stomach coiled tighter, hotter. I was close—tooclose.

“Thea,” I gasped, the words coming out a trembling, broken mess. “I’m gonna—fuck—I’m so close.”

“Don’t you dare hold back. I want to feel it. All of it.” she growled against me, her pace quickening as she pulled me in deeper.

That was all it took. Her perfect lips taking me in. My hips bucked and my mouth opened in a soundless cry as I shattered. Pleasure pulsed through me in thick, hot pulses, and even when I started to come down Thea didn’t stop. She moaned softly as she swallowed, letting me ride out every last spasm while her fingers dug into my thighs, grounding me in the filth and intimacy of it.

By the time she pulled away, her lips glistened, and her satisfied smirk made it impossible to breathe.

When I finally came back to myself, I was panting, half-zipped, slumped against the bathroom wall like she had pulled the life out of me. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes gleaming with satisfaction, and smoothed her hair back into place like she had not just shattered me midair through turbulence

“Better?” she asked, her voice teasing, almost innocent, even though her mouth was still swollen from what she had just done.

I could barely nod, my chest was still heaving, my heart pounding so hard it shook my whole body.

I laughed softly, finally managing to get my jeans fastened. That wasn’t even close to how I was feeling. She’d fucking ruined me. “Much better. Though I might develop a Pavlovian response to turbulence now.”

She grinned, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my lips. “Mission accomplished then.”

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