42. April

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

april

The first thing I lose when Liam bosses me around like that is my mind.

Will he stop that and be gentle now that he's going to make love to me? God, I hope not.

I get off his lap and do as he says. The flight attendant is nowhere to be seen when I close the curtains, so I make the most of our privacy and with my back still turned to him, loosen the string on my waist and lower the pants to the floor.

I sway my hips from side to side and push my pants down until my hands touch my high-heeled feet. Pushing my ass as high as I can, I step out of them and am left wearing a tiny black lacy thong. The soundtrack of Liam's rough voice cursing at the sight of me fills me with confidence as I stand up.

A click makes me look behind my shoulder and I turn to see the lights dim down. I scoop my pants from the floor and strut back to our seats like I'm a model on a catwalk. When I get to Liam, he's already hard and in his right hand.

"Open that chest." His head nods to a sofa I thought we might be making ourselves more comfortable on. The sofa's fake armrest opens into a storage with a faux fur blanket. Or maybe it's actual fur. It's the softest thing I've ever touched. "Take it. That's our cover if someone walks in." Wet heat pools in my core at that possibility.

I walk back to Liam as if hypnotized by the movement of his hand, not blinking, mouth watering to have a turn on that dick.

"Closer. Bring that pussy over here."

His seat is reclined almost to a lying position. I throw the blanket on what used to be my seat, and put my crotch at his eye level, right where I know where he wants it.

"Are you ready for me, baby girl?" His arm stops and I see him squeezing the dark head of his weeping dick.

"Always." I squirm my legs together, loving how primed he's got me without laying a finger on me. "My panties are damp. Ruined."

"Show me. Pull that sorry excuse for panties down and show me."

The way he licks, then bites into his lower lip as he watches me do just that, shaves years off his age.

Our eyes meet and lock.

"Now run a finger up your slit, and get it nice and wet."

I do as I'm told. My digit sinks in easily, comes back out and I have just inched deeper when he adds to his command, "That's it. Show me how wet and ready you are and I'll show you how much I love you."

His words hit me with such strength I hunch over, coiling at his confession, my core clenching harder as I finger myself. Liam beams with satisfaction at the impact his line had on me.

He wraps his free hand around my wrist. "Feed it to me." I hold my coated finger to his lips and he moans as he swirls his tongue around it.

"Can I taste it too?" Liam's eyes pop open and he releases my fingers at the sound of my request.

"Fuck yes, run that…" I don't need his instructions anymore. Fingering myself until my digit is nice and juicy, I cut him off by running it over his bottom lip. Then I climb on him to taste myself straight from his mouth.

I take hold of his cock to sit on it, but pause. "Liam, I've never had sex without a condom."

"Shit." He runs a hand over his hair. "I'm clean. I have condoms, but I'm clean. I get tested regularly and the last time I had sex without a condom, I don't think you were even born yet."

Contrary to the advice I'd give anyone, I believe him.

"And it's been only you since you, April."

Tank top and bra come flying off and I edge him at my entrance.

"I'm trusting you with my heart. Seems fitting that I trust you with my body, too."

Then I start sinking into oblivion. I swear I can feel Liam's every ridge and vein. He holds me by my hips to control my descent, but it doesn't take long before he pistons me from below.

"Look at this. You're stretched thin. This pussy was made to take my cock." It's his turn to look entranced now. Mesmerized as he watches my pussy strain to fit him in and clench to beg for more.

"Yes, gorgeous. Suck me in."

I fight the buttons of his dress shirt open. I need to touch his body, taste it, mark it. To feel and see more of him. To materialize with our skins the connection that's buzzing between us.

"Fuck, April. You feel amazing. I didn't know that perfect could get even better."

He brings a thumb to my clit and draws lazy circles on it. I suck in a moan, keeping it low. "But here we are."

Our eyes meet and lock. The pull this man has over me is too strong for me to fight it. And why would I bother when I get so much out of surrendering to him?

"I need you, Liam. Give it to me. I need to feel all of you."

The hand still on my hip lets it go to give me full rein. "Then take it. I'm yours, Doc."

He hisses as I slide all the way down until I feel his balls on my ass.

I'm full. In every sense of the word.

Liam completes me, a weird piece that fits into my wonky, damaged-from-the-fabric puzzle.

And I explode. Fireworks burst behind my eyelids. All I see when I open them is light. Blind by orgasm, that's new. My pussy convulses without either of us moving, only his talented thumb stroking my clit.

I come seated on him, stretched to the limit, relishing the feeling of my pussy clamping down on him.

"Fu-u-u-u-u-u-uck." The sound of Liam's voice breaking brings life back into focus. I need this man to fall over the brink with me. For me. I lower my face until it's at the crook of his neck and bounce my ass up and down his length.

His hand on my hair pulls me up for a kiss. Just as passionate and frantic as our thrusts. It's the kiss and what we're pouring into it that makes Liam lose it.

I feel every shot of his cum and it makes me fuck him with new found purpose and stamina. My moves are lightning-fast, making the Energizer Bunny look like a poor sloth. I milk every drop out of him. I want it all. All of him. Just for me.

Against my resolve, plans, and the odds, we fit.

Just like now, it can hurt a bit to get there, but it's downright delicious and worth it.

And just like that, I'm not that afraid of landing anymore.