Luisa
I sink into the seat beside Hawke, and giggle when I see him rub his hands down his jeans. He’s so cute when he’s nervous. I take hold of his hand, and he turns away from the window to look at me. I’d let him sit next to the window of the plane hoping it would help make the flight a little easier for him, but I’m not so sure it’s working. He’s looking out that window like he wants to jump out of it.
“You okay, babe?” I gently rub my thumb over his, caressing it.
He looks back out the window, and then over to me again, swallowing hard. Of course the pilot chooses that very moment to start the plane’s engines. The loud rumbling as they warm up has Hawke tightening his grip on my hand. “I need a drink.”
“Sure, I’ll get someone for you,” I say giving his hand a squeeze. We’re seated in business class thanks to Quill’s generosity, so it shouldn’t be too difficult to have one in his hand before takeoff. Quill had wanted to treat Jasmine, making sure she was seated in comfy seats for the trip to Tennessee, to make it a pleasant one. The guy’s so cute, really taking care of her like that. Since Jasmine has been pregnant, Quill’s doing everything in his power to make sure she takes it easy. When it comes to Jasmine, money has no meaning to Quill. If it’s going to benefit Jasmine in any way, he’s onto it.
I wave to a stewardess and she walks over to me, smiling. She looks immaculate in her red-and-white uniform, a hat on top of her stunning brunette hair, tied up in a bun with not one piece out of place. Now if that was me, there’s no way I could make my locks stay in a bun like that.
“Can I help you?”
God, her voice even sounds like silk. I don’t miss the way her eyes travel to Hawke as she asks that question. Lucky for her, Hawke doesn’t notice. His eyes are still focused out the window. Her name badge reads Cynthia.
Well, Cynthia, you’re screwing with the wrong girl.
“Yes, please,” I reply, a forced smile on my face. “Can I have a whisky, and an orange juice as well, please?”
“Certainly, and for you sir?” I feel like pulling on that perfect hair of hers with the way she’s undressing Hawke with her eyes.
Hawke looks over to the stewardess, confused.
“Yeah, um, the whisky is for my boyfriend,” I clarify, emphasizing the word so she knows he’s off-limits. Hawke frowns at me, unaware of what the hell’s going on, and I grimace at Cynthia.
“Oh, sorry,” she says sweetly, “I’ll just get that for you.”
“Thank you,” I reply, not holding back the sarcasm in my voice.
“Miss!” Hawke’s sudden shout forces the stewardess to turn around, and her smile widens as she walks back to where we’re seated.
“Yes.”
“Make that a double, please.”
“Not a problem,” she replies with a wink.
I’m going to kill her.
I watch her as she leaves and walks back to the plane’s kitchen area. She’s gorgeous, with long legs, and curves in all the right places.
Stop it, Lu. Hawke chose you.
I turn back to Hawke, to see if he’s also watching her. Nope, his eyes are still on that darn window.
The engines get louder and Hawke sits back in his chair. He squeezes his eyes shut.
“Just, breathe, baby,” I coo in his ear, trying to calm him down. He still has my hand in his, and I tilt his face to mine with my other one.
“Open your eyes, Hawke.” He does and I look deep into his baby blues. “Nothing is going to happen. You are safe.” I lean in and kiss him, hoping it’s a good enough diversion.
“Here you are.”
I turn and see Cynthia standing beside me, Hawke’s double shot of whisky and my juice in her hands.
I take them both and hold Hawke’s out to him. “Here you go, drink this.”
Hawke looks down at the glass of whisky in my hand, and in one go grasps it and downs the whole thing.
I sip on my juice and watch as he rubs his chest. “That burns,” he says, his jaw tight.
“Feel better?”
“Yeah, thanks, baby,” Hawke replies and smashes his lips to mine. I taste the alcohol on his tongue and suck on his bottom lip, loving his sudden intake of breath when I do.
“You want another?”
Hawke shakes his head. “I’m good.”
I look ahead at the rows of chairs and notice Jasmine and Quill sitting four rows in front of us. Their heads are leaning against one another, and his arm is draped across her shoulders. “Aren’t they just the cutest couple,” I say to Hawke, and he grins.
“Not as cute as you.”
“Whatever,” I state, rolling my eyes.
His eyes turn hungry. He’s thinking about something. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“Do you really want to know?”
Do I?
“Um, yeah, I really do.”
His eyes go dark, and he huskily whispers, “I have something with me in my bag.” He looks down at his feet where his small duffel bag is stowed.
My eyes widen. Could it be?
“You didn’t, did you?”
Hawke chuckles and I know I’m right. I begin to throb between my thighs when I think about him inserting it into my butt. I’ll admit it turns me on. I never thought I could receive such intense pleasure from it, but I did last night, and I want it again.
My tongue sneaks out to wet my dry lips, and Hawke’s eyes focus on it.
“Excuse me, miss.” Hawke grabs the attention of Cynthia as she’s walking past. She eagerly stops to help him.
“Yes, sir, how can I help you?” I look at Hawke, wondering what he wants.
“How long till we take off?” he asks.
She looks at her watch. “About ten minutes. Can I get you another something?” she asks, and Hawke smiles up at her.
“No thanks, darlin’, we’re good.”
As soon as she leaves I nudge his shoulder. “You were flirting with her.”
Hawke narrows his eyes at me. “Me? Flirting with her? Why on earth would I do that when I have all I want right here?”
“Well, she wants you, that’s for sure,” I say in a huff, and Hawke pulls on my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“Baby, I don’t give a fuck what she wants. I want you, and you are all I will ever need. Now, I’m going to go to the bathroom. I want you to meet me there in two minutes.”
“What? Why?” I’m confused as hell.
“Because, baby, I have something for you to wear.”
It hits me exactly what he has for me to wear. “You can’t be serious?” Shocked at what he’s got planned, I laugh nervously.
Hawke leans forward and grabs something out of his bag, shoving it awkwardly into a pocket in his jeans.
“Two minutes,” he repeats, lifting two fingers up to me to clarify. I move back in my seat as he steps past me into the aisle. I look around to see if anyone has eyes on us but no one is nearby, not even the perfect Cynthia.
Butterflies erupt in my stomach, and my panties dampen with thoughts of what’s about to happen. I’m so turned on.
I glance down at my watch, counting the seconds. Once I reach two minutes I slowly get out of my seat, and place my juice on the side table. Gotta love being in business class, so much more room. Heat hit my cheeks, knowing what Hawke and I will be doing in that bathroom.
Walking down the aisle, I glance around to see if anyone notices me but everyone is engrossed in conversation, or playing around on their laptops.
I reach the bathrooms and knock on the one that’s showing it’s occupied. The door is flung open and I’m dragged inside and shoved up against a small vanity. I hear the sound of the door shutting and locking, closing us in. Before I can say anything, Hawke’s lips are on mine and he’s unzipping my jeans.
“Hawke, someone is going to hear us.”
“Shush,” he whispers against my neck. “No one is going to hear us if we keep quiet.”
Excitement fills me, and I’m roughly turned around once my jeans are unclasped. My hands rest on the small basin, and Hawke rolls my jeans down my hips. I stare at him in the mirror, and love the savage look in his eyes as he pulls my panties down next. I groan when Hawke lifts up my top and trails hot, wet kisses down my back, then licks the area at the base of it. He dips a finger between my asscheeks and circles my entrance there. I moan as he inserts his pinkie and moves his index finger down to my pussy, entering me there as well.
“Hawke,” I gasp, and his free hand comes up to cover my mouth.
“Quiet, baby,” he warns. He trails the wetness from my pussy to my ass. He continues doing that before stopping to remove something from his jeans.
My mouth is free again and I rub my lips together.
“Suck on this.”
I stare at Hawke, stunned when I see the butt plug from last night in his hand. The look of desire on his face has me opening my mouth and sucking on it without any hesitation.
“Roll your tongue around it.”
I do as Hawke commands, and a moan escapes my lips when he rubs his erect cock against my bare ass. The feel of denim against my sensitive skin has me pushing back on him.
“That’s enough,” he orders, and I open my mouth and let him take the plug out. His finger enters my pussy again. I feel myself soaking his hand.
“You’re so fucking wet, sweetheart.”
“Hawke,” I beg.
He licks around the shell of my ear, and whispers, “Bend over.”
I would do anything Hawke asked of me at this moment. I need him to give me what my body’s craving. My legs shake as I bend forward and lift my ass in the air.
“You ready, baby?”
“Yes,” I say huskily.
His finger pumps inside my pussy a couple of times before he removes it, and slowly enters my ass instead. I hold my breath ready for the pain, but there’s none. If anything, he’s not doing it quickly enough.
I feel the coldness of the plug against my entrance, and he slowly pushes it into my ass. “Oh, my God!”
“It’s in baby.” He twists it and I feel the beginnings of an orgasm deep inside me. I’m so turned on I don’t care where we are, or how loud I am. I want more.
Hawke leans forward and kisses my asscheek before lifting my panties back into place, followed by my jeans.
“Okay, baby, you can get up now.”
I straighten, and cry out when I feel the plug enter me further. My face heats and my clit throbs with need. I zip my jeans and button them.
Hawke turns me to face him. “How does it feel?”
My breath catches at the turning movement, the plug shifting inside, and it takes me a moment to answer him. “It feels good.” Hawke’s smile widens, and he kisses me hard as his hands tighten around my body, palming my buttcheeks. “Oh!” I say against his lips.
He chuckles. “Baby, you’re gonna be so hot for me. You’re gonna want me to fuck you in your damn seat.”
I don’t doubt it. I’m already close to coming.
He gives me one last peck and adjusts his cock. “I’ll meet you out there. I gotta calm the fuck down before I come in my jeans.”
I laugh, then freeze when a rush of heat hits my core, almost unbearable pleasure washing through me.
Hawke opens the door of the tiny bathroom, glances left and right, then walks back to our seats. I look at myself in the mirror above the sink. “What the fuck are you doing?” I whisper. I smile at my reflection, thinking about how I just allowed my boyfriend to put a butt plug up my ass in an aircraft bathroom.
Opening the door, I slowly exit and look ahead, noticing Hawke is already seated. Every step I take delivers an ache within me. I finally take my seat, shutting my eyes to calm my breathing.
Hawke leans in to me, and whispers, “Everything okay?”
He knows exactly how “okay” I am. I bite down on my bottom lip and look deep into his eyes, traveling my tongue around my lips.
Two can play this game.
Our mood is soon broken when the pilot announces we’ll be taking off soon. The safety demonstration begins, and I try to concentrate but fail miserably when Hawke lightly brushes my thigh with his fingers. I frown and look over to him. “Feeling better, are we?” I ask. His worries about flying seem to have vanished.
“I’ve got something else on my mind that’s taken over my thoughts,” he answers, his gaze heated.
I smirk. I notice the announcements have stopped, and the engines are getting louder.
“Everyone, please fasten your seat belts. We should be arriving in Tennessee at 1400 hours. Weather is sunny, and we should have a clear landing.”
The plane starts to move slowly away from the terminal, and I take Hawke’s hand in mine. He continues to look outside the window, but when the plane increases its speed and we take off, Hawke shuts his eyes and grips my hand a little too tight. Me, on the other hand, I feel like I’m going to die of pleasure as the weight of the plug hits a certain spot inside that has me close to coming apart.
Hawke releases my hand once the plane has leveled out and is steady. Cynthia chooses that time to approach us. Give it up will you. He’s mine.
“Can I get you both anything?”
“I’m fine, thank you,” I reply, trying to get comfortable in my seat.
Hawke chuckles, and goose bumps cover my arms. I’m so close to coming it’s taking over my every thought.
“And for you, sir?”
“No, thank you,” Hawke responds without moving his gaze from me. I see hunger in his eyes. If he doesn’t watch it, I’m going to ride him right here and now, not caring who’s watching. He’s wearing dark blue jeans, and a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, allowing his tattoos to be visible. He’s not wearing his cut, Quill didn’t want them to advertise they were members of a MC, and I have to admit, he looks yummy. His scent, cologne and coconut shampoo, reach my senses, making me want to kiss him.
“Well, if there’s nothing else, I’ll let you two be….” We don’t respond to Cynthia’s parting words, too focused on each other.
“Hawke,” I pant.
“What do you need, baby?”
My breathing is rapid, and I clutch at his muscled thigh. He looks around, then smiles down at me. “I’ll give you what you want, baby.”
Relief washes over me. “How?” I ask looking around us, noticing everyone is now in their seats, their attention somewhere else.
“Don’t you worry about how, I’ve got you covered.”
Hawkes lifts the armrest between us, and raises his arm and puts it around my shoulders, bringing me into him. I scoot closer once the seat belt sign is off. Hawke’s fingers run down my arm, and the touch hits me all the way to my core. I rest my head on his shoulder as his other hand runs up the inside of my thigh. With each movement leading him closer to my center, I feel wetter. Two digits rub over the denim between my thighs, and I gasp at the intensity of my arousal. He begins to put pressure on my clit and I bite down on his shoulder, trying to conceal my moans. His fingers circle my clit, and without warning he unzips my jeans and pushes his hand through the opening.
“Oh, God,” I whisper against his neck, licking a trail from his ear to his shoulder. I discreetly cup his cock and squeeze.
“Oh, fuck, Lu.” Hawke grunts, removing his hand from my jeans and covering mine on his groin. “No, baby, this is about your pleasure, not mine. You can make it up to me tonight,” he whispers against my hairline. I squeeze my thighs together at the thought of riding him later on. His hand moves back to the opening of my jeans.
Thank God we’re in business class; it’s a little more private.
He pushes my panties aside and slides his fingers through my folds. I buck my hips when he inserts a finger, riding it as he thrusts steadily inside of me. “More,” I moan trying to keep my voice low.
Hawke chuckles and inserts another finger. “Oh fuck!” He flicks my clitoris, and I’m gone. I’m coming so hard my whole body shakes with the intensity of my orgasm. His mouth crashes down on mine, taking in all my moans. He continues to pump his fingers inside me until I’m convulsing around them.
Once I’m down from my high, he withdraws his fingers and takes them to his mouth, licking them before sucking them whole into his mouth. I freeze as I watch his eyes close in ecstasy, as if he’s tasting a delicious morsel. My body’s limp but I have just enough strength left to do up the zip on my jeans. I look down at Hawke’s lap, his cock is hard and straining against his own jeans.
He notices my gaze and adjusts it, smiling at me. “Just give me a minute, it will calm down.”
“Do you want me to help you with that?”
Hawke raises his eyebrows. “Baby, you can help me tonight when no one is around. You can scream out my name as I fuck you over and over.”
I swallow hard and Hawke’s husky laugh has me looking back up at him.
“I’m going to go take this thing out,” I say, slowly getting up out of my seat.
“Do you want a hand?” he asks, a glint in his eye.
“Oh, no! I can do it myself,” I reply nervously.
I steady myself on my feet, they feel a little shaky, and slowly walk toward the bathroom.