34. Juliana

THIRTY-FOUR

JULIANA

Hayden bolts to his feet, nearly causing me to fall on my ass, but I catch myself and race to my feet—

I grunt as he shoves me back down by my shoulders, forcing me to my knees once again, scraping my skin against the carpet lining the jet's interior. Stepping closer, his cock smacks against my lips, knocking the wind from me. I turn away on reflex, despite it stirring the embers of my arousal.

A hand clutches my nape, applying pressure that's sure to leave a mark, angling my head straight up. Through rows of washboard abs, all flexing between his silky long-sleeve left casually open, I meet Hayden's gaze.

And it sets me ablaze.

"You want to be broken in rough, huh? That's what you want? For me to use your holes however I please? Well then, how about you start by opening up that mouth you love to tease me with."

My lips part—only a hair. It's all I can muster, my mind turning up blank under the intensity of his stare, one that says I was born to be at his feet. Radiating superiority, there's no question who owns this Gulfstream.

"Do as you're told."

Fuck, he's so calm.

I do my bidding, holding his gaze, desire shining back at me as my inner walls clench around emptiness, aching with need.

"You can do better than that."

On a struggled mewl, I open my mouth wider, unhinging my jaw until I hear crinkling sounds.

"Good girl, as wide as you can go... That's it."

Threading fingers through my hair, he grabs me on either side of my head and positions it to his liking, keeping me there in an iron grip. I whimper, waiting for his entrance, the tip of his cock brushing my lips, teasing, bumping my chin with no regard.

"Why don't you bat those pretty lashes up at me? I want a good look before I make a mess of them."

I instantly obey. A string of desperate sounds escapes me, singing a sweet melody to Hayden's ego. He just smirks down at me, amusement marking his features when I whine, my jaw growing sore.

"So impatient." He tsks. "You want my cock, Jules?"

I nod vigorously—or try to, my efforts proving futile against his hold.

"Then stick out your tongue."

Overcome with lust, I propel my tongue ou—

I choke but fail to produce a sound, as Hayden buries his cock into my mouth with ruthless force, crashing into the back of my throat.

"FUCKKKK."

His fingers thread deeper, tugging every hair taut along my scalp while he holds me in position, stuffing me as full as possible. Tears sting my eyes, and my throat convulses, just when a shudder ripples through him, so violently I think he might topple into me, before he yanks himself out.

I gasp, air whooshing into my burning lungs. Grappling for something—his legs, the couch, anything—I pant, almost in a state of delirium. That is, until I spot the long string of saliva drawn from my lips to Hayden's tip, the sight dripping lust like molten fire through my veins. Suddenly, it severs in two, coating my chin in spit. Feeling a blush, I bring the back of my hand up, meaning to wipe it off—

"Don't." Looking up, my heart palpitates when I meet Hayden's eyes. "Leave it there." I roll my lips, to which he raises an eyebrow, arrogant as ever. "Did I say I was finished?"

Stifling a moan, I unlock my jaw and slide my tongue out, earning another brutal thrust. Again, Hayden holds me there, burying himself all the way, this time earning an involuntary cough that coats his length in saliva, mingled with his loud groan resounding over the jet's hum.

He tears himself out on a gravelly curse, noting how that trail of spit draws another line, thicker than before. When it breaks in half, coating me in even more saliva, satisfaction emerges from Hayden's stare, before he plunges himself back in, allowing less time for recovery.

"Fucking hell," he growls, wrenching back out just to immediately stuff me full again. Blinking furiously through the sting, my insides spasm along his length, as I suppress a cough.

"Relax, your throat, baby." Pulling out, he plunges back in, holding longer. "There you go," he praises, impaling me again... "Look up at me—yessss, my perfect girl." And again... "Don't you close those pretty eyes. I want to see them water." And again... "You're making such a mess, Juliana," he scolds, filling me all the way. "So greedy, taking me to the base."

Thrust, thrust, thrust, he fucks my mouth, until he's blazing into me with savage force, keeping a brutal tempo, and I'm slurping him down, moaning and sucking around him, ringing sloshing sounds in the air.

I hold his gaze through the savory burn, recognizing the lust in his eyes as it's surely mirrored in my own, rising higher and higher with his every grunt, with every droplet dribbling from my chin and splashing on my breasts, until I'm beaming him the most toothy smile I can manage, shameless in my newfound ecstasy. So consumed, I couldn't care less if the whole crew hears us or sees us or passes us right down the aisle—and he hasn't even touched me down there yet.

But, no matter, my pussy throbs for attention, impossible to ignore, thoroughly soaking my panties in my slick need. Sliding a hand down my torso, I slip a finger beneath the top—

Hayden halts his movements, right before he's about to thrust back in, and snatches my wrist, yanking me to my feet. I bump into his bare chest and backpedal as he crowds me, his steps meeting mine with intoxicating nearness.

"Not before I have my fun," he murmurs into my ear.

I clutch his biceps for stability, my palms slipping along his shirt's silky fabric. "What do you—"

My back collides into a wall, right as his hand descends upon my clit, slipping beneath my panties. I cry out when he rubs harshly, pushing off the wall only to knock into his chest, trapped between two immobile forces.

He curses loudly, resting a hand on the wall above me for support, while the other works me up and down. "You're drenched, Jules." With a grin, he watches me combust. "All this for me?"

My body writhes in my confinement, bumping into his chest then the wall and back again, pleasure scattering from the apex of my thighs, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

"Look at me, baby."

Panting with fervent desire, I flutter my eyes ope—

Before I can even meet his stare, he plunges not one, but two fingers past my folds, and much to my surprise, I manage to take them all the way to the knuckles. Fire rips through me, mostly pleasure but also pain, as my inner walls clench tightly, stretching to compensate. Tilting his head, pumping fast, Hayden drinks in my reaction, wearing a triumphant smile.

"Look how worked up you got, just by sucking my cock. Your pussy's already begging for more." His fingers curl upwards, homing in on a spot that has me doubling into him. "Does that feel good?" He chuckles, already knowing the answer.

"Yessss," I whine and grind back against him.

"And what about this?" He adjusts his angle, working me vertically while simultaneously pushing in and out, his palm rubbing my clit as he buries deeper, the powerful sensation bursting like stars all around me.

Legs trembling, I whip a hand over my mouth, muffling a moan, abandoning my bravado about not caring who sees—we're right next to where the flight attendants sit, separated only by a door.

Hayden catches my glance, his glinting with amusement. "Awww, look at you, using your inside voice. How polite," he taunts. "That won't last long."

I shoot him a look, eyes narrowing, but I can only hold it for a split second, before he yanks the front of my bra down, spilling my breasts over the fabric, exposing my peaked nipples. Rumbling with hunger, he barrels into me, knocking my back against the wall, and suctions one between his teeth.

"Fuck!" I gasp, darting to cover my mouth.

He growls at that, pleased, flicking his tongue against my sensitive bud, sucking and toying with it, biting and tugging until it pops back to center, before he switches to the other with a groan.

I whimper as he drives into me still, crumbling at the attention, like putty against the wall—only to tense up when his ministrations grow stronger, more purposeful, steering me toward a blinding light that has me shaking, struggling to stay upright.

He groans again, meeting my eyes through his thick lashes, brimming with satisfaction, hiking me further up the wave of ecstasy, until I—

"I'm going to—"

I suck in a breath, anticipating him to deny my arrival like he did in the hot tub, except this time, his fingers stay right where they are. In fact, they thrust harder, keeping a punishing pace as he drops to his knees before me and splits my whole world in half.

I cry out on my release, loud enough that surely even the pilot hears, just when Hayden buries his face between my thighs, lapping and sucking my clit. Squeezing my eyes shut, I grip his hair instinctually, threading my digits through the silky locks, earning a drawn-out groan. The vibration tickles my sensitive flesh, urging me to grind against him shamelessly, riding out the waves while my interior walls clench around him.

When I'm all spent, quivering against him, he withdraws fingers drenched in my wetness, and immediately sinks them into his mouth, looking up at me. My lips part, my mind turning up utterly blank, as I can only stare while he sucks off the juices, his blue eyes brightening in an insatiable frenzy.

Popping them from his lips, his gaze swivels to my pussy.

"Hayden..." I whine, pinching my thighs, only worsening the throb at its apex.

"Just another taste, baby." He trails a touch up my legs. "Don't you want to be my good girl?"

When he palms my stomach, pressing me flat against the wall, I whimper, baring my thighs for him, earning another round of praise. He spreads my puffy lips and hisses below his breath, "So wet," before swiping a tongue through my center, searing brutal pleasure when he reaches my clit.

"Fuckkk," he grunts. "Your pussy is so sweet, Jules."

A chorus of mewls fumbles from my mouth, when he makes another pass. And God, does he look positively sinful. Bare from the waist down, with a collared button-up draped off his shoulders, his hair tousled in the sexiest way, and strong abs that ripple to each of his movements, above a glorious erection that's still raging.

I flush when he catches me staring at it.

"You think you're ready for me, hmm?"

"Yes," I say, despite the waver in my tone, nibbling my lip.

He smirks. "No, you're not ready yet." I grit my teeth when he licks once more, shaking with pleasure, needing him all over again. "Not until you take three fingers."

My eyes bulge. "Three?"

"You have a lot more opening up to do, baby, if you want me to fit."

Wetting my lips, I glance past him again, the mere sight of his cock making me salivate, quickening the thrumming between my legs. "What if... What if I want to stretch around... something else?"

Our eyes lock, his smoldering with lust.

"You're sure about that?"

Maybe.

"Yes." I nod, squirming as his breath tickles my clit.

"You're gonna have to be a bit more convincing." He licks through me, slower this time, causing my fingers to bury through his hair, tugging his locks on a moan.

"Yesssss." I pant, as he laps up my clit lazily, focusing there. Rocking against him, blood pounding in my ears, I whine, "Yes, Hayden, pleaseeee," and sigh when he eases up his pressure.

Rising to his impressive height, his lips shine with my wetness before he wipes it on the back of his hand and slinks his long-sleeve to the ground. He flicks his chin, gesturing to the couch. "Show me how you want it."

Excitement sends my feet in a hurry, until I'm at the foot of the couch, near the armrest that Hayden's suit jacket drapes off of, and freeze...

How do I want it?

I run through all the positions I've seen in porn, most of which I don't even know the names to. Missionary, doggy, and cowgirl. That's it. I roll my teeth, unsure of how to decipher between the three in terms of pleasure or approaching your first time. So, I just rely on instinct.

Feeling the weight of Hayden's stare on my back, I peel off my panties, revealing my soaked center, pooling them around my ankles. I unhook my bra, too, not making much of a show, before lying on the couch, flat on my back with my head by the armrest, spreading my legs with my hair sprawled across the leather.

But...

The moment I look down at myself, I'm struck by a wave of insecurity. Not because of my looks. Rather, from my choice of position... There's no doubt, I picked the simplest one. He's probably disappointed over it and not at all surprised.

Sighing, I swing my head toward him, toward someone who has so much experience and probably thinks I'm boring or too—

My breath catches.

About five-or-so paces away, Hayden just stands there. He's fully nude in only his dress socks—but that's not new and can't be to blame for the way my heart palpitates in an erratic rhythm. No... it's the way he gawks at me, the look on his face...

It's of pure, unequivocal devastation.

"Hayden?"

He doesn't budge.

I glance down at myself, for a moment contemplating if there's something stuck on me, or maybe I'm lying weird. Did I forget to shave my legs, and he's just now noticing? Nope. They're silky smooth. And my toenails, they check out, too. Their paint is all shiny and without chips, for once. Then what is it?

My brow furrows as I return my attention to—

"Hayden?" I breathe again, finding him a foot from the couch, peering down at me with that same expression. Without a word, his gaze roams down my body, then swings back up, his eyes softening when they reach my face, staying there for several shaky breaths.

I'm about to prod him a third time, until...

"You're fucking breathtaking, Juliana."

I suck in a breath as a tingling warmth spreads all around me, setting my cheeks aflame. Searching his gaze, I find only sincerity, which catches emotions deep in my throat, stealing my words. Not that I have time for a response, anyway.

In a flash, he drapes his body across my center, sinking me farther into the couch, and crashes his mouth to mine. His tongue darts between my lips, stealing a breathless moan that he answers with his own, the throaty baritone racing goosebumps along my arms.

Lost in his essence, I touch him—his hair, his cheeks, his strong chest, sweeping my fingertips wherever feels right. He groans at that, exploring my mouth deeper, tasting minty, our tongues meeting stroke for stroke.

He prods my knee. "Lock your…" Kiss. "Ankles…" Kiss. "Around me…" Kiss.

I hardly register his words, too consumed by our connection, but do as I'm told, wrapping my legs around him without opening my eyes, only for them to snap open when he bucks his hips. I moan into his mouth when he slides his shaft up my center, rubbing my clit and coating his underside in my wetness. On his return, I rock against him, greedy for the sensations he brings.

I peer down, through the slight opening between our bodies, and watch as he sways again. Fuck, he's so big. There's no way I'll be able to take it all. I squirm against him, slipping along his length, the thought only driving my arousal higher.

"I want it, Hayden," I whine, feeling impossibly empty.

His lips twitch. "I can tell, baby. Listen to how wet you are." He sways faster, back and forth, ringing the sound of my slickness around us, mixing with the whimpers that fumble from my lips. "That's it, so needy for my cock. You want me to stretch you wide, Jules? Have you screaming for the whole crew to hear?"

"YES!" I grind against him, only for him to unlock my legs and pin my knees into the sofa, baring me to him. Panting from the sudden lack of skin-on-skin, I watch Hayden move with quick efficiency.

Reaching over my head, rummaging through his suit jacket, he retrieves something gold and square, which I quickly realize is a condom. Magnum XL prints across the foil packaging, right above For Her Pleasure. He tears it open with his teeth, shooting me a wink. My insides squirm. Could he be any hotter? In two seconds flat, the rubber cinches around his base, and his mouth is back to giving mine all its attention.

Nervous air floats about me when I feel his tip prod my opening, but I focus on his lips, his taste, until I'm begging for his entrance—

All the oxygen expels from my lungs, stolen by the immense pressure stretching my opening wide, wider than ever before, my mouth forming an O with the absence of any and all sound. But not Hayden—he grunts loudly, panting and shaking profusely, his brow lined with restraint.

Looking down at me, he trembles as he clutches the armrest. "So… tight…" he exhales, surprise plain on his features, while I can only meet his stare and put on a brave face, not letting the pain show. That is, until he withdraws to his tip, and an inkling of pleasure drips into my veins, and grows on his next entrance, chipping away at the sting.

"Fuckkkkk," he growls in my ear and pushes my knees down, driving in a little farther. I cry out on the intrusion, clutching his biceps as my insides stretch to compensate, clenching around him in response. "You feel…" His entire body quivers, sweat nicking his hairline. "Incredible…"

Confidence surges within me when the pain fully subsides. "Are you all the way in?"

He grins wickedly.

Uh, oh.

"Baby, I'm not even halfway."

Oh, shi—

His lips brush mine in a blinding kiss, his scent blasting through my senses, and he drives in deeper. I writhe against him, my wail muffling into his mouth.

"Shhhh, you can take me." He withdraws slowly, swelling newfound pleasure, before it vanishes as he sheaths back inside, opening me even more. "Such a good girl, stretching around my cock."

I whimper at the praise, which only drives him faster, inching farther and farther, until the pain dissipates completely and his hips smack against mine for the first time, stuffing me so full I wonder if he'll come out my throat.

"Fuckkkk, Haydennnnn."

Something carnal flashes in his eyes, his grip bruising my thighs, pinning me beneath his weight. "That's right, say my name." He bottoms out, holding it there, watching me writhe against him to no use, before withdrawing and driving to the hilt again.

Over… and over… and over…

"Please, Hayden," I mewl. "Pleaseeee…"

He smiles. "Please, what?"

Thrust. Hold… Thrust. Hold… Thrust. Hold…

"Fuck me… fuck me!" I scream, and it's enough to sever the final strand holding back his control.

Pushing off his elbows, hoisting himself upright, he wrenches out of me and immediately looks down at himself, grinning savagely. Confused, I follow the line of his stare, discovering the evidence of my lost virginity smeared in subtle red streaks along his condom.

But I can't gawk for long, before he grabs my hips roughly, flips me around until my stomach sinks into the cushion, and crashes his cock back into me.

My cry pierces through the air, then another, and another, as he shows me no mercy and blazes into me at full force, his hips clapping my ass with punishing resolve.

"Is this what you wanted, huh? To get fucked senseless?"

"Yes— Fuck, yessss, Hayden!"

He grips my hair, shoving my cheek into the couch, and brings his lips to my ear. "Such a perfect girl. Louder, baby. Scream for me."

My eyes roll to the back of my head as I bellow at the top of my lungs, rendering my throat raw while he barrels into me, grunting on every entrance. I clench back against him, hungry for more, losing track of time or where I am as I climb that mountain of ecstasy, burning like a white fire.

His hold tightens, pulling my hairs taut against my scalp as he fucks me harder. "Come for me, Juliana. Come on my cock."

At his command, I topple over the ledge, writhing against him and whimpering through my release. My grip tightens along his shaft with intense strength, heightening each sensation.

A cocky laugh sounds in my ear, proud and victorious. "That's right. You know who owns this pussy, don't you—"

Hayden inhales sharply on a gasp, his body shuddering against mine. "Oh, my— Ohhhh, fuckkkkk."

He topples over, whimpering a sound I know is my life's undoing, as he comes right alongside me, bucking his hips desperately. His arms shake on either side of my head while he hisses and curses up a storm, until all his weight crashes onto me.

Breathless, he pants in tandem to my rapid heart rate, releasing his hold on my hair. When he unsheathes himself, I let out a quiet moan, meeting his eyes an inch from mine, finding them blown wide with shock, something I'm sure is reflected straight back at him.

And for a while, we just lie there, basking in each other's presence, until the fasten seatbelt sign illuminates, and a flustered flight attendant informs us of our descent.