Page 49 of Taming Hawke

He chuckles. “Baby, you’re gonna be so hot for me. You’re gonna want me to fuck you in your damn seat.”

I don’t doubt it. I’m already close to coming.

He gives me one last peck and adjusts his cock. “I’ll meet you out there. I gotta calm the fuck down before I come in my jeans.”

I laugh, then freeze when a rush of heat hits my core, almost unbearable pleasure washing through me.

Hawke opens the door of the tiny bathroom, glances left and right, then walks back to our seats. I look at myself in the mirror above the sink. “What the fuck are you doing?” I whisper. I smile at my reflection, thinking about how I just allowed my boyfriend to put a butt plug up my ass in an aircraft bathroom.

Opening the door, I slowly exit and look ahead, noticing Hawke is already seated. Every step I take delivers an ache within me. I finally take my seat, shutting my eyes to calm my breathing.

Hawke leans in to me, and whispers, “Everything okay?”

He knows exactly how “okay” I am. I bite down on my bottom lip and look deep into his eyes, traveling my tongue around my lips.

Two can play this game.

Our mood is soon broken when the pilot announces we’ll be taking off soon. The safety demonstration begins, and I try to concentrate but fail miserably when Hawke lightly brushes my thigh with his fingers. I frown and look over to him. “Feeling better, are we?” I ask. His worries about flying seem to have vanished.

“I’ve got something else on my mind that’s taken over my thoughts,” he answers, his gaze heated.

I smirk. I notice the announcements have stopped, and the engines are getting louder.

“Everyone, please fasten your seat belts. We should be arriving in Tennessee at 1400 hours. Weather is sunny, and we should have a clear landing.”

The plane starts to move slowly away from the terminal, and I take Hawke’s hand in mine. He continues to look outside the window, but when the plane increases its speed and we take off, Hawke shuts his eyes and grips my hand a little too tight. Me, on the other hand, I feel like I’m going to die of pleasure as the weight of the plug hits a certain spot inside that has me close to coming apart.

Hawke releases my hand once the plane has leveled out and is steady. Cynthia chooses that time to approach us. Give it up will you. He’s mine.

“Can I get you both anything?”

“I’m fine, thank you,” I reply, trying to get comfortable in my seat.

Hawke chuckles, and goose bumps cover my arms. I’m so close to coming it’s taking over my every thought.

“And for you, sir?”

“No, thank you,” Hawke responds without moving his gaze from me. I see hunger in his eyes. If he doesn’t watch it, I’m going to ride him right here and now, not caring who’s watching. He’s wearing dark blue jeans, and a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, allowing his tattoos to be visible. He’s not wearing his cut, Quill didn’t want them to advertise they were members of a MC, and I have to admit, he looks yummy. His scent, cologne and coconut shampoo, reach my senses, making me want to kiss him.

“Well, if there’s nothing else, I’ll let you two be….” We don’t respond to Cynthia’s parting words, too focused on each other.

“Hawke,” I pant.

“What do you need, baby?”

My breathing is rapid, and I clutch at his muscled thigh. He looks around, then smiles down at me. “I’ll give you what you want, baby.”

Relief washes over me. “How?” I ask looking around us, noticing everyone is now in their seats, their attention somewhere else.

“Don’t you worry about how, I’ve got you covered.”

Hawkes lifts the armrest between us, and raises his arm and puts it around my shoulders, bringing me into him. I scoot closer once the seat belt sign is off. Hawke’s fingers run down my arm, and the touch hits me all the way to my core. I rest my head on his shoulder as his other hand runs up the inside of my thigh. With each movement leading him closer to my center, I feel wetter. Two digits rub over the denim between my thighs, and I gasp at the intensity of my arousal. He begins to put pressure on my clit and I bite down on his shoulder, trying to conceal my moans. His fingers circle my clit, and without warning he unzips my jeans and pushes his hand through the opening.

“Oh, God,” I whisper against his neck, licking a trail from his ear to his shoulder. I discreetly cup his cock and squeeze.

“Oh, fuck, Lu.” Hawke grunts, removing his hand from my jeans and covering mine on his groin. “No, baby, this is about your pleasure, not mine. You can make it up to me tonight,” he whispers against my hairline. I squeeze my thighs together at the thought of riding him later on. His hand moves back to the opening of my jeans.

Thank God we’re in business class; it’s a little more private.

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