“I’ve never done anything like this before. You know, in public.”

“Why are you doing it now? Not that I’m complaining. That feels amazing.”

“I don’t know,” I confessed. “I guess I just want to see that naughty look on your face.”

He gave me that crooked, boyish grin I was starting to truly adore. “You’re the one that’s going to feel quite naughty when she has to go wash her hands.”

“Oh no, you’re not going to finish in my hand.”

Jack’s eyes narrowed, sinister but teasing. “You’re certainly not going to leave me like this.”

I increased the pressure and the speed of my hand gliding along his arousal. “Oh, don’t you worry. I’m going to give you a nice, warm, wet place to finish.”

He chuckled. “If you want to jump in my lap, I’m all for it. If they see it on the cameras, they’d never say a word.”

I licked my lips slowly, deliberately, indicating my intention. “I’ll be subtle, you’ll be quick. They’ll never know.”

I could feel him practically jump in my hand, as his eyes lingered over my lips. “Really?”

“Yes, if you’re fast. Shall I show you?” He nodded, his eyes wide.

Hopefully the flight staff didn’t notice my head disappear under the blanket, and didn’t hear Jack’s low moan as I slipped his head between my lips. He shuddered as he clutched my back while I circled my tongue lightly. I opened my throat, taking as much of his hard shaft inside as I could, fluttering my tongue along the length, then pressing harder as I glided back up. Wrapping my hands around the base, I stroked firmly, touching as much of his skin at once as I could, slowly and steadily.

“Mmm, delicious,” I murmured, humming against his skin as I swallowed him deep, thrusting him down my throat faster. Feeling him swell even more inside my mouth was incredible, and it was interesting having power over this incredible man. I increased my pace gradually, sensing his abs starting to clench.

“Oh,” he groaned, “Keira, baby–”

The first blast almost caught me off guard, but I swallowed quickly while I sucked and licked, massaging him with my lips as I drained him. Once he was clean enough and I’d licked my lips, I snuck back out from under the blanket, leaning back in my seat as if nothing had happened.

He was staring at me, incredulous. Grabbing the back of my neck, he pulled me to him in a deep, lingering kiss. “Keira, I would never have expected that from you.”

“Hey, I’m full of surprises.”

“I mean, no offense, but you always say that you’re timid. I just don’t see it.”

“I’m fine as long as nobody is looking at me, or if it’s one on one. I just can’t handle groups of people, or being the center of attention.” Leaning over to nibble his ear, I whispered, “After what you did to me last night, I might still be a little randy.”

As he kissed my neck, he murmured, “May I return the favor?”

“No, thank you,” I said, leaning back and shaking my head. “I could never relax enough with people around. I’d be too terrified to make a noise.” I couldn’t help snickering. “Besides, I owed you one.”

He looked disappointed for a second, then laughed. “I don’t think there’s a point system for that.”

I winked. “We’ll see.” He took my hand, then stared out the window for a minute before dozing off.

It was strange that we were so comfortable together, and extra strange that I was taking off on a trip with someone I barely knew. From the moment I had declared that I needed to shake up my life, things had been increasingly unusual. I sincerely hoped that my quest for change wasn’t changing me more than I intended.

33. Hunter and Gatherer

I couldn’t nap in the air, so I carefully extracted my hand, and took out my phone. It seemed that private planes have USB chargers at every seat. Impressive.

Logging into the airplane’s wifi, feeling like a spoiled princess, I sent Kelly a text asking for information about Jack’s interview tomorrow, so that I could help him prepare.

While I waited for a response, I couldn’t resist checking Paul’s blog to see if he was still ranting like a fool. Sure enough, there was a new post dated this morning.

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Finally going to be rid of the losers.