Page 92 of Look, Don't Touch

“Grab them and pinch.”

My hips jerk, seeking touch. His touch.

I know I’m red from head to toe and don’t care at all. I feel like I’m burning alive, and I love it.

“One hand on those perfect tits, and the other on your pussy.” He strokes himself slow and steady. His dangerous eyes are on me. “If I were there, those would be my fingers spreading you wide. My mouth getting you wet and lapping your cream.”

“Oh God.” I moan, and then remember. “Oh, Arlo.”

My fingers delve between my slick folds, imagining him here. I plunge two fingers deep and work them furiously. I twist my nipples in turn, and my hips writhe, wanting him.

“Grab my pillow.” He gestures. “The one by the console.”

I leave my breast alone and lunge for the pillow without stopping the work I’m doing on my cunt. My body nearly goes taut when I grab it because I know what he’s going to tell me to do before he does, and I love it.

“You know where it goes.” He smirks.

“Yes,” I mumble.

“Do it.”

I shove the pillow between my legs. It’s not him, not close, but it’s something. The pressure against my ass and around my entrance feels amazing.

“Are you going to cream on my pillow, Siren?”

“Yes.” I pump and flick my hips and massage my clit with slick fingers.

“I want to smell you on my pillow when I take my next trip.”

“I want you to. I want you to smell me in this room, to think of me and touch yourself.” My words make no sense, but he pumps harder at the garbled tune.

“When I come down your throat, will you drink me down?”

“Yes.” I’m wild, humping and moaning. Then I’m flying in every sense of the word. My worries scatter. My endorphins rush. My pussy creams.

“Good. Fucking. Girl.” He grunts and spills into a handkerchief.

My body glows like a lightning bolt before the strike.

I pull the panties from my lips and pant. “I wish that was my mouth.”

“Me too, love. Me too.” He cleans himself quickly and fixes his clothes. “Put my pillow back where you got it and stuff those panties in the console for me.”

As I move to do as he asks, my pussy clenches again. “You’re so dirty.”

“And you love it.”

“I do.” I’m also freaking out because he’s used the word love twice in the last minute. I know he spent time in the UK, a horrible time, and I know he’s in post-orgasmic bliss, so I don’t take it to heart.

“Thank you for everything.”

“Don’t thank me for my pleasure, Hailey.” He winks. “And don’t wash your hands.”

My stomach dips. “But?—”

“You’re due to land in ten minutes. I suggest you get that fine ass dressed and buckled into a seat.”

“Bossy. Bossy.” I poke my ass in his face.

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