Page 12 of Free Fall

He scoffed. “And now you’ve chosen to come on vacation with all of us?” He ran his nose up the length of my neck, humming. “Wise move. Makes sense.”

I threw my head to the side, bashing my cheekbone into his ear. “Fuck off,” I demanded. “I’m looking forward to Hawaii. Why would I not go because you are? I’ll just avoid you even harder. Find some gorgeous Hawaiian man to have a fling with.” He stiffened up against me, his hands squeezing my arms. “Or maybe I’ll fuck Cole. Or Jesse. Or both. I’ve heard rum—”

He crushed his mouth to mine in a brutal kiss. I squeaked in surprise. We’d kissed before, at the haunted house, but this felt different. Claiming. Demanding. His tongue pushed into my mouth, fighting against me when I tried to pull away. Fuck, it didn't matter how much I pretended — even to myself — to hate him, I craved this man.

“You can’t fuck anyone else,” he muttered against my teeth. “And you fucking know it. You’re mine.” He kissed me again. “My little puppet.”

“Good luck catching me,” I said, trying to catch my breath. He took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, pushing his whole tongue into my mouth to shut me up. I welcomed him this time, my resolve crumbling as he groaned. My shoves turned to gripping, and I met each movement of his mouth with my own. How the hell did he do this to me every time? It was like he’d muttered a spell to pull me under.

“I will catch you, little puppet,” he promised, pulling away, dropping his hands to roam across my tits.

Sighing, I sank into his touch. “I’m sharing a room with Jules. No midnight sneaking in for you. No sleeping pills to wipe me out.”

He laughed. “I will catch you,” he repeated, squeezing and kneading the flesh of my tits as he nibbled at my ear. Breaking me down one touch at a time. When his hands froze, I grinned. He leaned back and raised his eyebrows at me in surprise. “What are these?”

“Tits.”

He shot me a glare, then yanked my top up to my collarbone, tugging my padded bra down under the flesh he’d just been abusing. Two nipple piercings winked at him, fully healed now but still sensitive. It had been a job hiding them from my parents when going through the scanner, but luckily I was last and they were busy faffing with their shoes and belts when the security guard had to run his wand over me. Beeping over my chest didn’t even get an eyebrow raise from the man. But from Luca…

He dipped his face down and sucked one into his mouth, his tongue running over the silver barbel, raspy and demanding as my head fell back against the door as the pleasure and pain swirled right to my belly. “Shit,” I groaned out as he pinched at my other nipple, swapping his mouth between the two with a deep growl.

“Jesus, Zel, how the fuck am I supposed to keep away from you? I can’t do it. Fuck everything else.”

“Luca, please, we need to go,” I begged, but there was nothing behind it. Despite my protests, I wanted to be here with him. I wrapped my hand around his head and pushed him further into me, smushing his face into my skin. My cell buzzed in my pocket, then in Luca’s, but he didn’t let up, his tongue roamed all over my chest, like he couldn’t get enough.

“I need to come first, can’t sit on a plane with you for eight hours with this in my head.” He twiddled my nipples. “Will end up bending you over in the aisle and that would fuck everything up now, wouldn’t it?”

“Luca…”

“Turn,” he demanded, but didn’t give me a moment to obey before he twisted my body around and shoved my leggings down to my knees, exposing me to the cool air. He bit my ass cheek as my face pressed into the cold door. My tits hung down and free as he pushed against my back to make me arch my ass out further for him, putting me on display. “Fucking beautiful, little puppet.”

“Stop with that, Luca. I’m not your puppet.”

“But I’m bending you to my will.” His tone was light as he fumbled with his zipper, then I felt the blunt head of his cock, and the cool of his piercing, pressing against my hole before he shoved it all the way in with one deep thrust.

I bit into my palm to muffle my scream as he stretched me out.

“You need to play with your clit. Make yourself come. Needs to be quick.” He spoke as he pounded into me, his hip bones making my ass cheeks jiggle and my face smash into the door. I squeezed my muscles around him, enjoying the drag of his cock against my soaked walls. As soon as we were alone, our dynamic shifted. I couldn’t help myself. I despised this man, but I was growing addicted. Keeping away had only sharpened it.

I did as he asked, pulling at the piercing on my clit to get myself off fast. My tits ached from his ministrations, and I was already close, so it didn’t take long to reach the cliffs edge.. My legs shook as my orgasm ravaged through me, making me slump forward, held up only by the door and Luca’s hands digging into my thighs. He slammed into me harder, the sound of our skin slapping together obscene. Then he came, the pulse of his cock wringing out more pleasure deep inside me as he filled my pussy with cum.

Holy shit.

He stayed inside me for a moment, his breathing heavy, keeping his cum trapped in me. “I want this to stay inside,” he said, running his fingers along the seam of our skin, where cock met pussy. “Can you keep my cum inside you until we land in Hawaii, do you think?”

“No fucking way,” I said through soft panting breaths.

He slapped my ass cheek, then pulled out. Semen immediately began seeping out, but he tugged my underwear up, followed by my leggings. “I’m going to check when we get there. Don’t wash it away. Anything that leaks out you can sit in. Just think, eight hours of my hot cum sticking to your sore pussy. Beautiful.”

Seven

Luca

Wemadeittothe line right in time for Henry to drop his scowl. I told them the bathrooms were busy with last-minute pissers and he let it go, but not without Delilah having to pat him on the back and hush him. Man hated being anything but first on the plane, even though us and our wives were flying first fucking class, it was easier to just roll with him. He got us all here on time, all passports and shit at hand.

So we shuffled onto the aircraft dutifully, Henry’s sigh of relief loud.

On the plane, Zelda had to squeeze past me to reach coach, and I made it difficult, taking up enough space that her ass rubbed over my crotch. I gave a small thrust, no one looking, and she squeaked, glaring back at me. I winked.

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