Page 29 of Inside the Maelstrom: Part One
“You okay?”
She darted her eyes in my direction and nodded tightly. Yeah, I didn’t believe her. I grabbed her hand, dragging her down a short hallway to the bathrooms. I pushed her into one of the family rooms and locked the door.
“No, seriously? Are you okay?” I softened the natural arrogance of my tone, trying to emulate Otto. “We don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to. We can walk out of here and I’ll buy you a ticket home. It won’t matter at all.”
Her lips fell open and her eyes went too wide. “No, I want this. I’m… Oh god.” She started sucking in air, and you didn’t have to spend half your life in rehab to know she was having an anxiety attack.
I pulled her into my arms, anchoring her to my chest. “Hey. It’s okay.”
She just wheezed harder. “I can’t breathe.”
Dammit, where was Otto when I needed him? He’d be able to talk her out of this. I didn’t have his way with words. Fuck, the only thing I could do with my mouth was…
Well. That wasn’t a bad idea.
Picking her up, I put her on the bathroom sink. “Viva, this is purely medicinal and definitely isn’t breaking the rules,” I warned. I pushed her back against the mirror and thanked the interior designer for low countertops as I dropped to my knees in front of her.
“What… Oh shit.”
I kissed my way up her thighs, nipping the soft flesh between my teeth before looking up at her. “This will settle your wild emotions. Like a good dose of Percocet.” I grinned from between her thighs, and I met her eyes, with their blown out pupils. “I’m still going to need that enthusiastic yes though?”
I could feel the heat of her pussy on my face, and it was the longest five seconds of my life as I watched and waited for her whispered, “Yes.”
Hell motherfucking yeah. I gripped her panties and pulled them off, stuffing them in my pocket so they weren't on the dirty bathroom floor. Gross.
I pulled her toward my face and flicked my tongue against her clit. She hissed, her thighs trying to wrap around my head, but I pushed them wider. I fucking wanted to see. I darted a look up at her face, just to make sure she was still with me as I swirled my tongue around her clit this time, and her head fell back against the mirror with a moan.
Okay. Swirly it is. I sucked her clit into my mouth and hummed my pleasure, grinning as her body rolled against my face. Then I swirled again.
Oh fuck yeah. I was going to enjoy this. Fast and intense was my forte. We had a plane to catch, after all. I ran my tongue up and down her slit before thrusting it inside her dripping core. Viva got wet fast, and I loved it. I lapped at her, nudging her clit with my nose until she had her hands buried in my hair and was riding my face.
Fuck, she tasted divine. I slid my fingers inside her and she gasped, clenching around them immediately, her greedy little pussy trying to get what it wanted. I could have told her that I would always give her what she needed—she just had to ask.
Pulling back, I looked up at her, and her lip was puffy from the way she was gnawing on it to keep her moans quiet. “Do you want to come, Viva? Want to soak my face?”
“Oh god… Yes,” she moaned, and I thrust my fingers back inside her, curling them as I sucked on her clit. She screamed, before pulling a hand out of my hair and slapping it over her mouth. I couldn’t help the smile on my face as she came on my fingers, soaking my hand and my face.
When her body stopped pulsing around me, I withdrew and sat back on my heels. She stared down at me from the counter, boneless and lazy, like a beatific goddess.
“Feel better?”
She blinked at me slowly, a small smile curling her lips. “Yes.”
Chapter16
Sampson
Icouldn’t work out if he’d fucked her in the bathrooms or what, but when Otto and I had finally found them, it had been to the sound of Good Girl’s orgasm, and I wasn’t sure I could ever unhear it.
We’d quickly made our way back to a set of seats so she wouldn’t know we’d heard, but just looking at her was like seeing a flashing billboard for ‘Just Been Fucked.’ It was goddamn beautiful. Her lips were puffy and red, her cheeks pink and flushed. Her hair was wild and her eyes were a little glassy. Otto’s fingers had flexed around his glass, and he’d swallowed the contents in one gulp, but no one said anything.
No, we ate and drank, Hendrick’s messy hair and shit-eating grin almost a taunt. But he was infectiously happy, and when Hendrick got that way, it was hard not to get caught up in the revelry. We were talking and laughing, even Aviva getting caught up in the excitement.
Soon enough, we were boarding the plane, and I tried not to laugh at Aviva’s wide-eyed wonder. “Otto! They give you pajamas!” she hissed across the aisle, and I heard Otto laugh.
“Put your belt on, Aviva,” I growled from the next seat over. There was hardly anyone in the first class section, only the four of us and a solitary gentleman in the front. Just how I liked it.
The attendant came over, smiling brightly. “Would you like a hot towel, sir? Or anything else?” I eyed the flight attendant in her form-fitting suit, with the bright smile that seemed to promise something more, and pointedly ignored what she was offering. I’d joined the mile high club years ago, and besides, that shit was cliché now.
