His lips move from my mouth to my neck. He sucks at the tender skin, making my entire body break out in goosebumps. “You already know the answer,” I tell him, trying to keep my voice steady as he pushes the sweatshirt up, finding me in the same lingerie from yesterday.
“I’m going to buy you many more of these.”
“You’ve already bought me plenty.” I moan as his tongue works over my nipple through the fabric of the bra.
He looks at me, his face between my breasts, with a daunting smile. “I want to see you in every single color possible. Every fabric. Every style. Then I can find out how good they look on the floor.”
My back arches from the bed as his warm mouth kisses over the skin of my ribcage. I’m already wet, my body anticipating exactly where his tongue is heading. “There’s many more where these came from.” Even though I know there’s a crowd of people close to us, when he loops his fingers through the waistband of my pants, I find myself lifting my hips to allow him to strip me of them.
“I can’t fucking wait to see every last one of them.”
I hadn’t bothered putting on any underwear when I’d gotten dressed this morning. There wasn’t any need with the pants I’d picked out and the oversized sweatshirt. Instead, I’d stashed my panties in the bottom of one of the bags and went without.
“God, baby, I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already so soaked and swollen for me.”
“Beck,” I moan as he kisses below my belly button. “What if they hear us?”
I feel the breath from his laugh against my skin. “Then they’ll know how well I take care of my girl.”
I’m internally freaking out at the way my girl sounds coming from his mouth when he runs a finger through my wetness. “Or should I say, my fiancée.”
Never once have I done anything if I knew other people could hear me. I guess I’ve never wanted someone bad enough to not be able to wait until we were alone. But right now, I’m right there with Beck. I don’t care if they hear. After it’s all said and done maybe I’ll be embarrassed to look Ezra or the flight attendants in the eye, but for right now, I’m too desperate to feel his mouth against me again to care.
Before he places his mouth exactly where I want him, he makes his way up my body and kisses me softly on the lips. I want to ask him why he stopped when his fingers wrap around the bottom of the sweatshirt. He lifts up, pulling the fabric over my head and throwing it onto the mattress next to us.
I’m left in nothing but a bra while he’s still fully dressed in his suit. “As much as I love this,” his fingers drift underneath the band of the bra, “it’s got to go.” It doesn’t take him long to reach behind me and unclasp it from my body. The fabric gets discarded with the rest of my clothes next to us.
Now it really feels off balance. Me totally naked while he hovers over me in a three-piece suit. It might be wrong that I like the feeling of it, for me to have not a hint of fabric on while his presence screams business with the formal attire.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he utters, looking at me with so much admiration.
“Beck,” I whisper, his words doing much more than turning me on. I’m wet and ready for him, but my heart’s also joined the fun, leaping at hearing him call me beautiful.
“Every fucking inch of you is stunning. There’s not a fucking flaw on you.”
I yelp when his fingers wrap around my ankle and he pulls me down the mattress until my legs almost hang off the bed. He drops to his knees, seating himself between my legs.
“I know I made you beg for me, but I’d kneel and plead every damn day for you.” He spreads my thighs, his hands digging into my skin to keep them open. “For this.” His tongue licks me from top to bottom. I squirm, relishing in how the gentleness of his tongue eases the sting from between my legs that still lingers from last night. “I’d beg and plead, ready to do whatever it takes.”
If anyone were to open the door behind him, they’d be met with the sight of me spread wide open for Beck. His hands stay pressed into the muscles of my thighs, keeping me exactly how he wants me as he kisses my core with the same expertise as he kisses my mouth.
Eventually one of his hands no longer holds my thighs open. It isn’t needed. I’d keep my legs in whatever position he wanted to keep his tongue working against my clit with such precision. He slowly pushes two of his fingers inside me, hooking them slightly in a way that drives me wild.
There’s no way people don’t hear me. I can’t help it, the feeling wreaking havoc through my body is too much for me to be able to stay quiet and I haven’t even come yet. Although, with the rate his fingers work inside me and the feeling of his tongue circling my clit, it won’t be long until everyone on this jet knows exactly how Beck and I are keeping busy.
I grab a fistful of Beck’s hair, my hips moving against his mouth in pure heaven. I don’t hide my groans of annoyance when he pulls his mouth away, his fingers still working in and out of me. He smiles, around his mouth wet from me. “When you come, I want every damn person on this plane to hear it. You got that, baby?”
My head falls into the pillow, my eyes squeezing shut in arousal. I shouldn’t find it so hot that he wants everyone to hear me. In fact, the possessiveness and his desire for everyone to know we’re hooking up should be a turn off. It isn’t. I want to please him. I want everyone to know how he pleases me, how unhinged I become underneath his touch.
He slides his fingers out of me. “It’s fine if you don’t want people to hear. We can try something else. But if that’s the case, I want to because while I eat this sweet little pussy of yours, my cock will be so far down your throat you can’t make any noise.”
His fingertip runs from my clit down to another part of me that no man has ever touched. A place I haven’t even explored anytime I’ve made myself come either. “Choose one or I’ll choose for you.”
“I want them to hear,” I pant.
“Good girl,” he says, lining his mouth up with me once again. “I want them all to fucking hear too. My ring is on your finger and my mouth is on your pussy. You’re mine.”
Then Beck proves his point by making me scream his name not just once but three times.
Margo’s head falls to my shoulder as we ride the elevator up to the penthouse. We lean against the back wall, the both of us tired from the past twenty-four hours. “I’m so happy to be home,” she speaks up, breaking the silence.
I have to swallow the growing lump of emotion in my throat. “Me too,” I get out, not elaborating that I felt more at home in bed with her at that inn than I’ve felt here at my own place alone. Truth be told, I’m happy to get back to our own space, to the mundaneness we’ve created in the past month. Nothing has really felt like home until her, but I’m excited at the thought of this penthouse slowly becoming one because of her.
Her stomach growls loudly, making her giggle as she covers it with her hand, a bashful look on her face. “Clearly I’m starving.” She laughs again, shrugging.
The elevator chimes, the doors to the penthouse opening wide. The usual smell of the cleaning solution the cleaning service typically uses hits my nostrils. As I roll our suitcases in, the both of us stopping in the gallery, a different smell hits our nostrils.