Page 67 of Rating the Book Boyfriend

He swallows hard, his blue eyes blazing with desire. “Christ, that made me so fucking hard,” he hisses, the muscles in his jaw quaking.

“Maybe I’ll let you try it for yourself if you’re a good boy,” I tell him sweetly before going back to the blow job scene that’s now appearing on the screen as I type. Riggs feeds me dirty dialogue in my ear, andfuck me, this scene is fire.

I’m done with the chapter way sooner than I expected and stow the laptop in my backpack. Leaning my head on Riggs’s shoulder, I kiss his jaw. “Thank you, Riggs. You got my creative juices flowing.”

“What about your other juices?” he asks quietly.

“Like a waterfall,” I admit. “And yours?”

“Why do you think I took off my jacket and laid it on my lap? My dick is attempting to escape from Alcatraz, and I’m pretty sure I have a wet spot on the front of my pants.”

My smile is coy and full of promises before I lean down, rummage through my backpack and pull something out, concealing it in my right hand. My left hand snakes beneath the black London Fog jacket draped over Riggs’s lap.

“What the hell are you doing?” he murmurs, excitement lighting his eyes as I find the tent in his dark-gray athletic pants.

“Paying my coauthor for services rendered,” I say in a low voice, reaching beneath the waistband of his pants and boxer briefs.

Riggs adjusts the jacket to make sure he’s covered as I wrap my hand around his cock. He’s hard and hot in my hand, and his eyes dart around the cabin. The couple across the aisle is asleep, and the flight attendants are nowhere to be seen.

“Libby, you can’t,” he whispers, but he lets out a low groan at the end of the sentence because I circle my thumb over the wet tip of his penis. He was right earlier; he’s positively dripping.

“Is that a challenge, handsome? Because I’m pretty sure I can.”

His lips twitch as I began a slow up-and-down motion with my hand. “Oh, I don’t doubt your ability, sweetheart. I meant that I can’t come in my fucking pants.”

“Shh, you’re interrupting my rhythm,” I say, stuffing the item in my other hand into his mouth. His eyes widen before he quickly pulls it out, staring down at the red satin panties I’d taken from my backpack.

“My mother always taught me to carry an extra set of clothes on a plane with me, though I’m pretty sure this isn’t the reason she had in mind,” I tell him, allowing my hand to stroke him faster.

“You want me to… come… on your panties?” he pants quietly. Oh, he’s close already, his big cock throbbing in my palm. Pre-ejaculate drips over his crown and lubricates the glide.

I lean over and place my lips against his ear. “Would that turn you on, big boy? Blowing a fat load into my silky panties?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants as I really let him have it. “Lib, I’m…”

“You better get ready. I can tell this big cock is ready to explode.” His hand slips beneath the jacket, and I can feel the satin against my finger and thumb as he covers the head of his dick.

His free hand grips my thigh with white-knuckle force as his hips lift from the seat, fucking my hand.

“Be still, Romero, or I’ll stop. Let me handle this. All you have to do is come for me. I know you wish it was my hot mouth you were coming in,” I purr. “Don’t you?”

Riggs’s head presses back against the headrest, and he nods curtly. With his eyes closed, I know from his harsh exhale that he’s finally losing it.

His body trembles through his release, and I kiss the spot right in front of his ear. “Such a good boy,” I whisper, and he swivels his head to look at me.

I can read the satiation in his eyes as he warms me with a smile. “You, baby, are fucking diabolical.”

Smooshing a kiss against his full lips, I take the panties from him and readjust his pants over his softening cock. After checking the aisle behind me and finding it clear, I bring the garment to my mouth and drag my tongue over a particularly wet spot.

Riggs’s eyes drop to dreamy slits as he watches me. “I never knew I needed to watch you lick my cum from your panties until right now.”

I toss him a flirty wink and reach for my phone. “Ooh, that’s a good line. Can I use it in a book?”

As he laughs, I think,God, I’m turning into Gemma.

CHAPTER 21

Riggs

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