Page 79 of Protection (Mobsters + Billionaires 2)
I fracture and explode, a dying star giving birth to galaxies. How did I not know that love—hell, sex—could feel like this?
I fill and fill and fill him some more until I’m empty and aching for a rebound so I can do it all over again. I’ll never get enough of him.
Ever.
“Stay inside me for a little while,” he whispers, clenching around me. “You fill me up so good.”
I nod and kiss him, gliding my fingers everywhere until I soften enough to slip out of him.
“Why do I want more and more and more from you?” he whispers against my cheek.
I shake my head. “I don’t know, but I’m suffering the same affliction.”
We drift off in each other’s arms for another twenty minutes or so, then grumble as we roll out of bed, needing to make plans for Jakarta. We make our way to the shower, then soap up and make out until we run out of hot water, then we kiss some more as we dry ourselves.
We finally un-Velcro ourselves long enough to eat breakfast and caffeinate before I pull out my laptop.
“What are you doing?” Mads asks, still wearing my T-shirt, hands wrapped around his third mug of steaming hot coffee.
I reach up under the fabric, happy to see he’s still commando. With one hand squeezing his ass and the other navigating the travel website, I answer, “Looking at flight options to Jakarta and then Thailand. Ford’s family estate is a good place to hide out for a week or so.”
“I agree, but I have a question,” he says, smirking as he tips back more of the heavily creamed and sugared caffeine. “Do you think I ever fly commercial?”
I let out an undignified snort. Fucking billionaires.
“Do you know how obnoxious that sounds?” I ask, stealing a coffee-flavored kiss.
He puts a hand to his chest. “Oh, I’m sorry, Anthony. Did you want to spend twenty-four hours on an overcrowded, terribly uncomfortable plane, or do you want my flight attendant to flirt with you again?”
I tap my chin. “I suppose you do have a point. Chadrick is pretty hot. But I didn’t know your jet could go that far.”
His little narrow-eyed scowl makes me want to climb to the top of this building and shout how much I love him.
Argh. When did I become such a sap?
Pretty sure it was the moment he pointed those addictive eyes in your direction.
“Never mind,” he sniffs, taking another sip of coffee. “You can go commercial. I'll go ahead and wait for you there.”
“Nope,” I tsk. “You got me into this predicament with your fancy polymer and your Russian spy friends. I’m flying first class.”
“Fine,” he says, staring at my crotch. “But you have to let me blow you.”
Not waiting for my permission, he falls to his knees and scoops out my poor, overworked cock from the loose sleep pants and immediately swallows me whole.
I cup my hand on his head. “Baby, gentle. I probably won’t have another one in me for a while.”
Grinning up at me, he softens the sucking. Pulling off, he explains, “I just need you in my mouth, you know? You don’t need to come.”
“Okay, but we still have to get to Indonesia at some point.”
Taking me back inside his mouth, he grins, holding up his phone. I laugh and go back to making arrangements with my guys on the ground while he sets up the flights and the stay at Ford’s yay’s house, right outside of Phuket on the water.
Twenty minutes later, we’re squared, and my cock decides it does, in fact, want to play a little.
I Google whether or not I can lose my cock to too much sex, but apparently, that isn’t a thing, so I hold his head in place and fuck his mouth until I’m spilling down his throat.
Pushing aside the laptop and breakfast items, I lay him out on the table and return the favor, then force him to swallow his own cum.
