Owned: A Mafia Menage Romance(144)

He held my foot in both hands and brought it up to his lips, kneading the sole with his fingers as I tried to remain relaxed. The sensation was so intense, I felt my body release another wave of fluids and let my head fall back, moaning quietly.

His tongue was warm and sudden between my toes, laving me softly. With my eyes closed, the sensation bloomed huge and crimson red in my mind and I shuddered, a sigh escaping my lips.

He set my foot down gently between his legs and I could feel his hard, velvety erection under my arch as he picked up my other foot. I stroked him gently with my toes, loving the way his member instantly responded to my touch. He groaned softly and unbuckled my other shoe, sliding it off and setting it under the bench, then lifting that foot to his mouth.

His warm tongue circled my toes one by one, suckling each gently while his fingers kneaded the ball of my foot. He probed the tender skin between each toe like he was tasting a fruit, then drew back and blew lightly, sending a tickling, teasing sensation rippling through my nerves. I had never felt anything so visceral - so simple yet so sensual.

“That’s… amazing,” I choked out.

Without a word, he slid his hands up my calves to the back of my knees and opened my legs wide. Some part of me knew I was totally exposed to his view and wanted to hide, but the rest of me wanted him to take me completely, examine and inspect me, and then deliver every inch of flesh to the same height of paradise I had known in his embrace, every time.

I knew he could see how wet I was, how open and swollen, ready to be consumed. I knew when he saw it because I heard the familiar suck of his breath between his teeth. Even with my eyes closed, I could see his features transformed by desire. The open half-smile. The hooded eyes. The flared nostrils.

With the image of his face bright and clear in my mind, I submitted shamelessly to whatever he wanted to do next. Long seconds passed while I was openly displayed to his view, and I arched my back, proudly allowing him access to whatever he wanted.

Suddenly the cabin bounced emphatically to one side.

“What was that?” I asked, my eyelids flying open, my knees slamming closed, searching the cabin for clues.

“Nothing to worry about, love,” Jackson purred beneath me, sliding his arms behind my hips and pulling me close. I had a momentary view of Declan in his seat, his smirk leering and appreciative, his hands working inside the open fly of his dark-washed jeans. Then I was astride Jackson’s lap and all I could see was him.

“Turbulence?” I asked, hearing the nervousness plain in my voice.

“Just a little bouncy air from the Colorado Rockies, I suppose,” he answered reassuringly. “You OK?”

“Oh, sure,” I gulped.

Am I OK? I asked myself. Should I have Googled the safety ratings of Gulfstreams before we left? Who is this captain anyway?

“Hey,” he chuckled quietly. “Hey, you… Look at me.”

I forced myself to open my eyes, not even realizing when I had squinched them so tightly. Jackson’s expression was warm and confident, even eager.

“There is nothing to worry about,” he murmured, his voice so soft and intimate it was like he whispered directly into my brain. “Remember air is like water. We’re floating on top of it. The mountains make the water turbulent… and we just sail forward.”

“OK,” I choked unconvincingly.

“OK?” he repeated with a smile, his eyes searing into mine. I found it impossible to look away. His stare was a direct conduit between us, as solid and secure as a steel beam.

“Yes, OK,” I said with more conviction.

“And you’re with me,” he whispered.

I nodded. His hands pulled me harder into him and his pushed his hips up, letting me feel the swollen, urgent pulse of his cock.

“Yes,” I whispered back.

The cabin dipped drastically again. For a moment we were weightless and then I crashed back into him, safe in his strong, thick arms, his cock urgently jammed against my wetness.

“Oh my gosh,” I breathed.

“Right?” he nodded, his eyes gleaming, his lips parted. “Oh, Margot… God, take this off, I want to feel all of you.”

Obediently I drew my dress over my head, flinging it onto the bench behind me. We were both completely naked, our skin sizzling everywhere we touched. I was barely aware of Declan watching us intently and I knew somewhere, Jennifer/Amber probably could hear everything we did. But at the next lurch and jostle of the cabin, I could hardly care anymore. Fear and desire twisted themselves together like sparking electrical wires in my belly and I was suddenly, overwhelmingly desperate to have him.

“Yes, baby,” he murmured as though he understood and reached between our bodies to align himself with me. Holding his bottom lip lightly between his teeth, he gave me an impish, anticipatory stare.