Page 120 of Red Flagged
Oh.
My stomach bottomed out, and I felt a gush of moisture between my thighs that made me nervous to stand up, because there very well could be a mess beneath me.
I swallowed, rising on shaking legs but faking nonchalance as I walked toward the private bathroom at the back of the jet.
Okay, so we weren’t waiting.
Thank fuck, because I was dying.
I didn’t close the door all the way, instead turning in the cramped space just Callum stepped inside, locking the door behind him. The wild, crazed look in his eyes was unlike anything I’d seen before, and I let out a soft whimper.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he growled, hands already on me and gripping my hips, pushing me against the vanity. “You think you’re funny?”
“I think I’m winning.” My voice was pitchy, all breathy and wrong, betraying just how turned on I was.
His hand slid up my thigh, where he quickly discovered exactly what I’d planned. “Jesus Christ, Aurélie.”
What little remained of our restraint dissipated in an instant. He lifted me onto the counter just as I twisted my fingers into hishair to crush my lips to his. I needed him on me, in me, taking care of this ache that was undoing me by the second. I barely had time to get my balance on the counter before he was yanking me closer, and any fancy soaps that were displayed in the little dish went flying.
We were all tongues and teeth and fumbling hands, his pushing the skirt of my dress up and mine undoing his belt and the button on his jeans to free his cock. I got no warning before he was thrusting inside me, and my hands grappled at his shoulders as I gasped at the intrusion that stretched and filled me. His piercing hit my cervix, but it only amplified the feeling of him inside me.
“So fucking good,” I moaned, my head falling back against the mirror behind me. His hands landed on either side of my head, splintering the glass from the force as he kissed me again, the pace of his cock inside me matching how his tongue swept across mine. Punishing. Unyielding. Fast.
It was filthy, frantic sex, the turbulence throwing our balance but making us desperate to stay close.
His hands wandered—tangling in my hair, wrapping around my throat and squeezing. My eyes rolled back, and I was no longer the one in control of this situation. I submitted to him completely.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, baby,” he murmured, his mouth latching onto the skin at the base of my throat and sucking. Fuck it, I didn’t care. Let him mark me, let him brand me. The whole world knew anyway, and it would only serve as a reminder that I washis.
“This pussy is mine.” He bit my shoulder, andfuck, yes that was what I needed. My orgasm sparked to life in my core. “You are mine.” His mouth moved down my chest, one hand tugging one of my dress straps down so he could pull a nipple into his mouth. Goosebumps erupted down my body, pressure buildinginside me as he somehow fucked me harder. “So fucking responsive. Now be a good girl and come for me.”
It was all I needed. My grip on him tightened, my head falling onto his shoulder as I gasped and shuddered around him, coming so hard stars swirled in my vision. The hand on my throat disappeared to hold my hip.
“Fucking beautiful, Auri.” Then he came, too, his grip on me tightening as my name fell from his lips like a fucking prayer.
The hum of the jet engine swallowed our hushed, desperate moans, our heavy breaths as the moment ended.
“You’re going to be the fucking death of me, baby.”
I would have laughed, if he hadn’t completely melted my brain.
I slid off the counter, our bodies flush as I looked up at him through my lashes. His eyes were full of love and adoration, and I melted into him. If he looked at me like this every day for the rest of my life, I would need nothing else.
A quick glance around the small bathroom showed the mess we’d made. The counter was slick with my arousal and sweat. The mirror was definitely splintered and fogged, the toiletries scattered.
My pink lipstick? Smeared. Everywhere, all over my face. This man refused to let me look normal for one day.
“Whoops.” I giggled, reaching behind us to unlock the door.
“You’re evil.”
“You participated.”
“You started it.”
“That’s debatable.”
We both slipped out of the bathroom, and the cool, fresh air hit my hot, sweaty skin. I sighed, making my way back to our seats, feeling completely satiated… for now.
