Page 6 of Claiming Atlas

She hands me the champagne flutes and pours a little into each glass, then sets the bottle back into the bucket when the steward secures it into the locked position just inside our little cubbyhole. He doesn’t leave, so I look up at him, letting my irritation with his presence show in my expression.

He gives me a fake smile, then leans forward. “Sir, the captain has put on the fasten seatbelt sign overhead. Please return to your seat.” He looks blatantly at my assigned seat.

“I’m good.”

My new friend doesn’t even acknowledge his existence, just sits turned toward me in her seat, champagne glass in hand and eyes boring a hole through my head.

The steward holds my gaze for a long time, then huffs.

“Bro, everyone is asleep. Don’t make a scene.” When it’s clear he won’t budge, I pull my wallet out and slip him a hundee. “We good?” The guy glares at me, but eventually nods. When he turns to walk away, I flip him off and finish the glass of champagne in one gulp. Does he know who the fuck I am? I turn to her and she’s smirking. “What?”

“You’re used to getting what you want.”

I nod.You bet your ass I get what I want.

She leans forward and undoes the top button of my black shirt, trailing her fingernail down my chest to the next button. She undoes it while keeping her eyes locked with mine and suddenly it’s not a question of whether or not older women are where it’s at. This new revelation is a goddamnfact. She knows what she’s doing. Every move is calculated. She watches me with eyes that dare me to argue, dare me to try to stop her. Her lips are slightly parted, a hint of wetness that dares me to taste them. Her breasts rise and fall with each breath, the slow breathing of a woman who knows what she wants, not someone who is nervous and looking to me for guidance.

I hit the jackpot with this one.

She reaches across me and presses the button to recline my seat, then leans forward and pulls my shirt apart to expose my chest. She trails a fingernail over the tattoo on my left bicep. “A compass.”

“Always trying to find my way, I guess.”

She pauses, her brows furrowing just slightly as she brings her gaze up to mine. “What’s the name of your band, Atlas?”

I tilt my head at the change in subject. I should ignore the question, like she’s ignored all of mine, but with her nails on my chest and that hungry look in her eyes, I’d tell her my deepest darkest secrets. “Banging Cade.”

Plus, I never pass up an opportunity to see that look on their faces.

Her lips fall open on a soft gasp, and she quickly covers it up by licking her lips.Yep. That look.“Hmm,” she whispers, “turns out I have heard of you.”

“You’ve hear of me... or the band?”

“The band.” She winks, then leans forward and places a kiss on my collar bone. “But they’re not really my style.”

I chuckle, then my breath catches as she grazes my nipple with her teeth. “Am I your style?” I whisper. Shaking my head, I squeeze my eyes shut. What a fucking tool. You’d think I’d be used to pretty girls by now, but when I’m this close to getting my dick sucked, I revert into a fucking idiot every single time.

Too bad Red only keeps mephysicallyout of harm’s way. If he could monitor the shit that comes out of my mouth, we’d be golden.

She crawls in between my legs, and I reach up and turn off the light above the seat, then grab the blanket. Looking down at her, I hesitate. Covering my lap with the blanket could keep us from getting in deep shit with TSA, but then I won’t be able to see her face bobbing up and down on my dick.

She looks at me, then at the blanket in my hands, and shakes her head, a slow smirk pulling at her lips. She slowly unhooks my belt, then pushes up on her knees to kiss my stomach, following the trail of dark hair down into my pants as she unzips them. She runs her fingers through the patch of hair right above my dick, then smiles as a quiver shakes my body. She’s taking her sweet time, and I love every second of this torture, but we’re going to land soon and I can’t leave this plane with full balls. I reach for my cock, but she pushes my hand away and shakes her head, giving off this naughty teacher vibe that makes me nearly come apart.

I close my eyes and grit my teeth, then suck in a hiss of air when her tongue grazes the tip of my dick. My eyes fly open in time to watch her twirl her tongue around the head, then slowly slide her lips down around my shaft.

The captain announces our descent into Las Vegas as a muscle in my thigh starts to twitch. She cradles the base of my cock and cups my balls with one hand, while the other hand is stretched up to grip my chest, her nails digging deep into my flesh as she sucks me off.

She claims me like my dick already belongs to her.

As we fly over the strip, the spotlight from the Luxor rises up into the darkening sky and my cock rises to life in her exquisite mouth.

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