Owned: A Mafia Menage Romance(145)

For several moments he hovered, his hard, swollen member just barely at my entrance, circling lightly, teasing me as my desire mounted. I bit back a groan and waited, trembling. Every second seemed more unbearable than the one before it, but still I waited with him.

Then suddenly the cabin dipped again, hard, forcing me onto his ready and rock-hard cock all at once. My breath came out in a rush as I was solidly impaled right to my core, filled to the point of stretching.

My groans were cut short by his mouth covering mine completely, catching my cries on his tongue as he thrust exuberantly into me, over and over. The jet swerved and rocked, bouncing harder. A few times we floated just over the carpet for a moment or two before slamming back together.

I locked my ankles behind his buttocks and ground my hips in time with each thrust. My nipples swayed across his chest hair, sending tiny white sparks dancing across my vision. Somehow the random rhythm of the turbulence coincided with the perfect part of every thrust he pummeled into me. It was as though he understood the air, our path across the clouds, and every pulsing desire of my body.

Suddenly, when we were weightless, I felt my back arching. The white light in my belly swelled, threatening supernova and I shuddered. I gave into it, pausing for a moment at the top of our weightless vertigo, knowing what would happen next and elated for it.

“Stay with me, Margot!” he groaned.

I nodded and arched my back, sliding against him, aching for that final thrust.

And wham! Our bodies collided again, smooth as pistons. My belly erupted into fireworks that shot through my marrow to my toes. Jackson roared into my neck with one final thrust, holding me immobile and impaled on his huge, pulsing cock as he came with me, into me. I could see his orgasm crashing through mine in my mind like lightning and fireworks setting the same sky ablaze over and over.

Panting and snarling against my neck, Jackson held me tightly, almost too tightly as our bodies shuddered out the last spasms of orgasm. The plane trembled and pitched slightly, and then seemed to have no more turbulence left to offer.

After awhile, he reached past my shoulder and dragged a sheepskin blanket from the side of the sofa. I kissed his steamy, lust-thickened lips as he pulled the blanket around us.

“The sofa pulls out to a bed,” he yawned sleepily.

“Wow, you billionaires really do think of everything.”

“For sure,” he agreed.

I snatched the linen towel from the champagne trolley and wiped up the sweet dribbles that slid down my thighs as we separated, though frankly I was a little sad to be parted from him. He pulled at the bench until it revealed a perfectly sized sleeping platform and we both fell onto it, leaden and exhausted.

Just before we drifted to sleep, I picked my three-ton head up and blew Declan a kiss across the aisle. He gave me a smart salute in return.

“Welcome to the mile-high club, sweetcheeks,” I heard him say, just before I fell back into Jackson’s waiting arms.





CHAPTER 3


IT WAS JUST DAWN when we arrived in Amsterdam. I had woken several times over the Atlantic and finding the cabin filled with darkness and the white noise of the filtered air, I quickly found myself overwhelmingly sleepy again. It was too comfortable to lay in Jackson’s embrace as the jet hummed and vibrated.

Jennifer/Amber touched my shoulder gently at some point later and asked if I would like to have the grilled tenderloin and fruit they had prepared for dinner. I shook my head lazily and drifted back to my nap. Some part of me remembered I was naked under the blanket but her eyes showed no sign of judgement at all. She stood and smiled shyly over her shoulder, presumably at Declan across the aisle, and I nestled happily into the crook of Jackson’s arm.

I finally woke fully when I felt the initial descent and sat up to look out of the small oval window. The North Sea was inky black below us with the horizon just barely catching fire. Bands of red and ochre pushed up into the purple-black sky as we flew swiftly toward the rapidly growing coastline.

Jackson still slept with his arm flung over my waist. I rearranged the blanket back over his shoulder and couldn’t help but smile at his musky, totally relaxed slumber. There was something so sweet about his vulnerability, his easy charm, though I suspected there was an ineffable strength at the center of it. Of course he was affable to the core. What on earth could a billionaire ever really worry about?

Plucking my dress from the back of the sofa where someone - Jennifer/Amber? - had neatly laid it out, I pulled it over my head and secured the tie under my breasts. Looking around, I found where I had flung my purse and dug inside it until I came across the spare panties I had thought to pack. The pointelles, I assumed, were beyond hope.