Page 92 of Force Play
I hook my fingers inside of her at the same time I press down on her clit again, and she goes off like a fucking firework, moaning into my mouth and grinding against my hand until she falls limp against me, completely sated.
I slowly remove my fingers, and she watches as I bring them right up to my mouth, licking them clean.
She licks her lips. “Can I taste?”
I smirk before I kiss her, swiping my tongue against hers so she can taste just how fucking sweet she is.
We kiss until the taste has all but vanished, and I have to stop myself from dipping my hand between her legs again and going for more.
Lucia lets her arms fall from their place around my neck and brings a hand between us, cupping me over my sweats.
“Shit,” I hiss.
“Quid pro quo,” she teases. “Let me return the favor.”
I stop her before she dips under my waistband. “It’s not a favor to get you off, Spitfire. I fuckinglovemaking you come. As for me, I’ll take a rain check. I’m not sitting for the rest of the plane ride with cum in my pants, and it’s too small in this bathroom to have you get on your knees to swallow it.”
“But you’re hard.”
I unlock the door behind me and urge her in front of me. Before I swing it open, though, I whisper against her ear. “I’m always fucking hard around you, Lucia. This isn’t anything new.”She gasps at my candor, and I lean in for another kiss. “Get back to your seat. I’ll leave in a few minutes.”
She nods once before quietly exiting the bathroom, presumably going back to sit down.
I take a few minutes to collect myself.
I think of anything I can to make my dick go down, but that’s difficult when every fucking thought is about Lucia Torres.
She’s on my mind more than she used to be, and that’s saying something because my brain has run on a constant loop of Lucia since she moved in.
I don’t know why I’m always thinking about her.
It’s normal to think about your friends, though, and I’d say we’re almost there.
It’s not normal to think about fucking your friends,my brain reminds me.
But I ignore it.
I don’t really want to unpack that.
I take a deep breath and finally make my way out of the bathroom, coming back to sit down in my seat beside Cole.
He looks like he’s still sleeping, so I think I’m safe.
Just when I sigh in relief, Cole slowly opens his eyes, grinning at me knowingly.
“How’s Lucia?”
“Shut up,” I chide, rolling my eyes, to which he laughs hysterically.
“On the plane, Ari? Really?”
I shove his shoulder. “Be quiet, will you?” I lower my voice now and lean in closer. “We didn’t have sex, Cole.”
“But you did meet up with her, didn’t you?” he prods, painstakingly pulling all the details out of me.
I groan. “Yes. I told her to meet me in the bathroom.”
“But you didn’t have sex?” Cole looks at me like I have two fucking heads.
