Page 48 of Taming Hawke

“Two minutes,” he repeats, lifting two fingers up to me to clarify. I move back in my seat as he steps past me into the aisle. I look around to see if anyone has eyes on us but no one is nearby, not even the perfect Cynthia.

Butterflies erupt in my stomach, and my panties dampen with thoughts of what’s about to happen. I’m so turned on.

I glance down at my watch, counting the seconds. Once I reach two minutes I slowly get out of my seat, and place my juice on the side table. Gotta love being in business class, so much more room. Heat hit my cheeks, knowing what Hawke and I will be doing in that bathroom.

Walking down the aisle, I glance around to see if anyone notices me but everyone is engrossed in conversation, or playing around on their laptops.

I reach the bathrooms and knock on the one that’s showing it’s occupied. The door is flung open and I’m dragged inside and shoved up against a small vanity. I hear the sound of the door shutting and locking, closing us in. Before I can say anything, Hawke’s lips are on mine and he’s unzipping my jeans.

“Hawke, someone is going to hear us.”

“Shush,” he whispers against my neck. “No one is going to hear us if we keep quiet.”

Excitement fills me, and I’m roughly turned around once my jeans are unclasped. My hands rest on the small basin, and Hawke rolls my jeans down my hips. I stare at him in the mirror, and love the savage look in his eyes as he pulls my panties down next. I groan when Hawke lifts up my top and trails hot, wet kisses down my back, then licks the area at the base of it. He dips a finger between my asscheeks and circles my entrance there. I moan as he inserts his pinkie and moves his index finger down to my pussy, entering me there as well.

“Hawke,” I gasp, and his free hand comes up to cover my mouth.

“Quiet, baby,” he warns. He trails the wetness from my pussy to my ass. He continues doing that before stopping to remove something from his jeans.

My mouth is free again and I rub my lips together.

“Suck on this.”

I stare at Hawke, stunned when I see the butt plug from last night in his hand. The look of desire on his face has me opening my mouth and sucking on it without any hesitation.

“Roll your tongue around it.”

I do as Hawke commands, and a moan escapes my lips when he rubs his erect cock against my bare ass. The feel of denim against my sensitive skin has me pushing back on him.

“That’s enough,” he orders, and I open my mouth and let him take the plug out. His finger enters my pussy again. I feel myself soaking his hand.

“You’re so fucking wet, sweetheart.”

“Hawke,” I beg.

He licks around the shell of my ear, and whispers, “Bend over.”

I would do anything Hawke asked of me at this moment. I need him to give me what my body’s craving. My legs shake as I bend forward and lift my ass in the air.

“You ready, baby?”

“Yes,” I say huskily.

His finger pumps inside my pussy a couple of times before he removes it, and slowly enters my ass instead. I hold my breath ready for the pain, but there’s none. If anything, he’s not doing it quickly enough.

I feel the coldness of the plug against my entrance, and he slowly pushes it into my ass. “Oh, my God!”

“It’s in baby.” He twists it and I feel the beginnings of an orgasm deep inside me. I’m so turned on I don’t care where we are, or how loud I am. I want more.

Hawke leans forward and kisses my asscheek before lifting my panties back into place, followed by my jeans.

“Okay, baby, you can get up now.”

I straighten, and cry out when I feel the plug enter me further. My face heats and my clit throbs with need. I zip my jeans and button them.

Hawke turns me to face him. “How does it feel?”

My breath catches at the turning movement, the plug shifting inside, and it takes me a moment to answer him. “It feels good.” Hawke’s smile widens, and he kisses me hard as his hands tighten around my body, palming my buttcheeks. “Oh!” I say against his lips.

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