Page 9 of Accidental Mile High Daddy
“Soaked,” he muttered against my mouth, tracing slow, deliberate circles over my clit. “Just from this?”
I choked back a whimper, trying to focus on another button, and then another, despite the maddeningly slow butperfecttouches. I pulled at the bottom of his shirt, freeing it from where it was tucked into his slacks, and worked the last button free right as the plane picked the perfect moment to jostle us.
Two of his fingers thrust inside of me, deep, merciless, and harder than he intended.
My head spun.
They curled inside, his thumb pressing in against my clit, and my hips ground down on him, driving him deeper, chasing more. A quiet, rough groan escaped him, half frustrated and half something I couldn’t place, and then the world tilted and shifted in a blur as gravity seemed to reroute, and he flipped me beneath him.
With the partition gone, I was sprawled across both sides, my heels digging into the mattress on his side and my shoulders pressing down on mine. He hovered above me, the two sides of his shirt dangling in the narrow space between us, his belt catching on the fabric of my dress and pulling it higher.
He moved away from me for enough time to wrestle my underwear down my legs and off before he sank back down between my thighs.
Matt’s mouth found my neck this time, sucking,biting, his stubble scraping across my skin like a match to a flame. Heat pooled low in my stomach, twisting, warping, pleasure blooming, andshit, I never got here this quickly?—
His free hand clamped down over my mouth.He could tell.
“Come.”
I shattered around his fingers, my eyes screwing shut, the smallest little whimper breaking out against his palm as I fought for control over my vocal cords. I didn’t have time to recover.
“For the love of God, tell me you’re on birth control,” he growled, his voice low enough against my neck that I could barely hear it over the hum of the engines. I nodded beneath him, and his hand went to his belt, slipping it free with practiced precision.
His mouth dragged lower, teeth grazing my collarbone, cutting off my view between our bodies. He uncovered my mouth as I managed to catch my breath.
“Do you want me to wear a condom?”
“I don’t fuckingcare, Matt, please?—”
A dark laugh ghosted over my skin as I felt the warm, rigid tip of him against my entrance. “You sound so pretty sayingplease,” he murmured. “That impatient?”
My hand sank into his once-neatly-styled greys, tightening, and I hooked my leg around his hip. My heel dug into his ass to tug him closer. “Yes, you pompous?—”
His hips snapped forward, hilting in a single, brutal thrust. His mouth covered mine before I could even think to cry out, swallowing the sound, and he gave me all of two breaths to accommodate the sheersizeof him before he moved.
Oh, God.
Oh,fuck.
That wasn’tfair.
He was perfect. Stupidly, annoyingly, agonizingly perfect, the burn of the stretch morphing so quickly into the burn of pleasure that I nearly forgot where we were as his pace started out ruthless. His hands pushed my thighs up, his fingers digging into the backs of them hard enough that I was positive I’d be coming back from the Amalfi coast with both a tan and bruises, before one hand left and grasped my jaw instead.
“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice low.
I blinked through the haze and snapped my gaze to his. His pupils were blown, his jaw set tight, a single wave of grey hair falling forward over his brows. Why did hehaveto be hot?
His grip on my jaw tightened, his thumb pressing into the hinge. “Bet you thought I wouldn’t live up to the arrogance.”
Asshole.A breathless laugh leaked out of me, but then his angle changed, and the laugh choked and bled into a whimper that I barely managed to keep quiet. His smirk wasvictorious.
“By all means, sweetheart, tell me if I don’t,” he rasped, his hold on me shifting, his thumb dragging across my lower lip. Every thrust was deliberate, deep, the kind of precision that made my thighs shake and my eyes struggle to stay focused and heat coil low in my gut. “But I canfeelthe way you’re clenching around me like you’re seconds from coming again.”
He released my face and dragged his hand down my body, roughly palming my breast over the fabric of my dress, before drifting lower. My hands fisted in the shirt still barely covering his shoulders, the heat between us turning heavy, slick, and feral. “Matt?—”
His breath tickled my ear. “Tell me, Sienna, do you normally manage to come from just this?”
I hated him. I hated himso much, even as I started to peak, even as it built from just the way he was burying himself inside of me. The hand between our bodies pressed down flat on my lower stomach, and I nearly lost my mind. “Fuck you,” I gasped, digging my nails into him.
