Page 80 of Over & Out

“No!” I exclaim. I lean back, trying to stop looking at him. Because this is hands-down the most fun I’ve ever had. And it’s not even the sex part.

But when I look back at him, he’s staring at me in a way that makes me melt into putty.

“I want to hear you laugh forever, Chris,” he says.

“Then keep being ridiculous.”

He grips my hips. “Deal.” His teeth clamp down on his bottom lip, and he lifts one brow. “Well?”

“Attention, Mr. Donnach, Ms. Maplewood.” The pilot’s voice crackles over the speaker, startling me. “If I could ask you to return to your seats, we’re going to begin our descent in just a moment. Please fasten your seat belts?—”

While the pilot speaks, Hopper lifts me up, settling me over his face.

“Hopper!” I whisper. “He’s going through the safety?—”

But my eyes roll back in my head as Hopper pulls me down onto his tongue. I groan as he circles my clit,sucking and flicking and fucking me with his tongue so hard and so fast I come yet again, bucking wildly.

“…and a reminder that your emergency exits are to the left”—the captain says; I’m still coming—“should you need them.”

I think I’m going to faint. I roll over the last of the waves, crying out his name until I’m fully spent.

But Hopper’s not done with me yet. “I told you I’m going to fuck you while we’re still in the air, bangles,” Hopper says as he gently lifts me off him. He’s up on his feet, next to the bed, unbuckling his pants. “I plan to make good on that.” I watch as those expensive chinos drop to his ankles. The plane dips downward.

I shriek.

Hopper grins, bracing his hand on the ceiling above. It’s not difficult since he has to duck where he’s standing. “Was that for me or the plane?”

I breathe hard, trying not to freak out. “Both.”

“Hey, you want to go to your seat?” he asks, pausing with his hand over the bulge in his shorts. He’s teasing me, but there’s a note of seriousness in his tone too. He’d be fine if I went. He wants me to feel safe.

I have never not felt that, not even when he was running away.

I shake my head. “Not yet.”

He slips his hand under his waistband and pulls himself out. “How about now?”

That’s Hopper, right to the point. Heart on his sleeve. Dick in his—holyshit.OfcourseHopper’s dick is large. Not, like, porn star large, but it’s definitely bigger than I’ve ever seen. Granted I’ve only seen afew. Most of my encounters have been fumbling in the dark. No lights equaled less chance they’d see anything.

The plane dips noticeably and I let out another yelp. “Shouldn’t we be in our seats for real?”

Hopper reaches into the little table next to the bed and pulls out a condom. “Probably. But I thought you liked living on the edge.”

“I did…I do… Wait, those are just in there?” My mind is spinning. He’s right. I didn’t used to be a scaredy-cat.

“You might be surprised to know we’re not the only people that have made use of this bed.”

“Oh God.”

“It’s just like a hotel.”

“I don’t want to think about it.”

“No?” Somehow between talking about this and him kneeling on the bed, he’s sheathed his cock and pulled me to the edge of the mattress. He’s on his knees, his hand dipping down between my legs.

I moan as his thumb finds my clit.

“This isn’t safe,” I say, waves of pleasure already building.

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