“Well I sure fucking hope not, because they’re supposed to be seeing where the hell we’re flying, not peeping back here.” I start to stroke my fingers in and out of her wetness, feeling my own cock throbbing rock hard inside my pants as she coos and makes these insanely hot moaning sounds as she rocks her hips against me. I start to unbutton her pants with my other hand, my tongue dancing over hers as I slide them off of her ass along with her panties and push them to the floor. My mouth moves down to her jaw, teasing and nipping at the skin there as I suck on her collarbone.
“Oh God,” she moans, and as she opens her legs wider for me, I can feel the pent up desire inside of me practically explode out of me. I still don’t even quite know what it is about this girl that drives me so fucking wild, but I do know that I can’t get enough of her. I know that touching her and tasting her, and filling her with every inch my cock is just about everything I ever want to do for the rest of my life.
I growl as I tear her shirt off over her head followed quickly by my own, and she’s kicking her pants off as I kneel in front of her, grab her roughly by the backs of her thighs, and shove her legs up over my shoulders. Quinn cries out as I drag my tongue through her wetness, teasing across her opening and swirling around her clit. Her panties are still tangled around her ankles, and with her legs up like that and her head thrown back, it’s just about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
I abandon the slow teasing for deep powerful drags with my tongue, coaxing her higher and higher as I lick her faster and wildly. She grabs at my hair, the sounds of her moans and gasps filling the cabin so much so that I actually start to wonder if the pilots will actually hear us.
Something actually strikes me then. There’s something that tugs at the instincts carved deep into my being from years fighting to survive; from the Marines and war, and even from working with Blackriver. After years of conflict - years of sleeping with a weapon under your pillow and years of listening for that one twig snap or hint of a scent on the wind that can mean death around the corner, some things just strike you funny.
Like, for instance, the fact that my normally chatty pilots have been entirely silent since we got on the plane. Or the fact that we’re slowly descending barely an hour into the trip.
Yeah, something isn’t right, that much I can tell even if I don’t know what it is. Quinn looks down at me shyly, her cheeks red and her eyes wide as she starts to open her mouth, probably to ask me why the hell I’ve stopped.
“Put some pants on,” I whisper darkly, standing and pricking my ears to try and figure out what’s tugging on my instincts.
“Logan?” Quinn moves close to me, pulling her shorts back up her legs and looking towards the front of the cabin as she slips my shirt on; “What’s going on?”
I shake my head, alert and on edge; “Something’s not-”
“Attention passengers!”
Every muscle in my body tightens and my pulse instantly jumps into fight mode as I narrow my eyes at the closed cockpit door. I know the voice, because I’d recognize that accent anywhere in the world. Except recognition isn’t a good thing when I hear Javier Toro’s voice coming out of the intercom speakers on my private jet while I’m alone here with Quinn.
I can feel her hands on my biceps as she grabs me tightly; “Logan-”
Her whispered voice is strained and tinged with fear and I instinctively find myself moving in front of her, between her and the door. There’s a million fucking thoughts blasting through my head, and every synapse and every muscle in my body is cocked and spring-loaded and ready to explode into action. The first thing I can think of is that I’m not going to let a Goddamn thing happen to this girl.
The intercom crackles to life again; “Ladies and Gentlemen, we’ll be making an unscheduled stop on our way back to New York to, uh, to settle some debts.” Javier’s voice chuckles over the speakers, the sound of it sharp and grating; “You’ve been a bad, bad boy, Logan,” Javier tut-tuts me, and suddenly the door to the cockpit opens and he’s standing there, leveling a gun at me. Quinn gasps behind me, her hands clutching at my arms and back as she flinches at the sight of the gun. I’m flashing my teeth at Javier, practically snarling like an animal in full-on protective mode as he grins wickedly at me.
“We had a deal, Logan,” He says evenly, shaking his head dramatically, as if he’s disappointed in me or something; “You fight how and when I tell you too, and all your dirty little secrets stay right here.” He taps on his head as he grins at me like a shark.