Page 91 of No Mistakes
Mandy: I want to taste you. Right here. Right now.
She stands, walking past me as she disappears to the bathroom, leaving me restless in my seat. I click my neck, trying to distract myself as I load up the floor plan of the ballroom. I don’t get far investigating it when my phone buzzes once again.
I open the message, seeing a photo on my screen of her sitting on the counter, her panties pushed aside, while her fingers sit between her thighs. The words, ‘Still sitting out there like a good boy?’ written beneath it.
The phone nearly cracks under the force of my grip. My cock is throbbing with pain as it tries to force itself out of my clothes. I’m on my feet instantly, seeing everyone else asleep as I move silently towards the back of the plane.
The aisle feels endless, the roar in my blood drowning out the sound of the engine. I open the door, twisting the lock behind me, sealing us in, and there she is, perched on the counter, panties gone as they sit on the floor, her legs spread wide like she knew I’d come.
“You’re fucking dangerous,” I rasp, the words ripping straight from my chest.
She grins, wicked and beautiful, pushing herself off the counter, walking towards me as her hips sway. “Took you long enough.”
I reach forward, grabbing her hair as I pull her towards me, crashing her mouth against mine. I tilt her head back, forcing the kiss deeper, and she moans against me, her fingers fumbling at my belt, tugging it open. My grip tightens in her hair, pullingher head back so she has no choice but to look at me while she works me free.
She pushes my jeans down, her eyes still locked on me as a grin spreads across her face. My cock strings out, pierced head slick with pre-cum already.
“On your knees,” I order.
She drops instantly, eyes flicking up at me like she’s been waiting all flight for this. Her hands wrap around me, tongue dragging across the barbell before her lips stretch around my cock.
“Fuck-” The word rips out of me when she takes me deeper, her throat fighting to adjust. My hips twitch forward, forcing her to choke around me, and she moans, the vibration making my vision blur.
I hold her head still, using her hair to control her movements as I thrust into her mouth, using her throat until spit is pouring down her chin. She gags but doesn’t stop, those wide, ruined eyes locked on me like she’d burn the world just to be used like this.
Just as I’m on the edge of breaking, I drag her up roughly, her swollen lips parting as she gasps for air. She’s grinning like the wicked little tease she is, and I spin her, slamming her hips into the counter.
Her palms slap against the mirror, chest heaving as I drag her dress up, shoving her legs apart. I slide two fingers along her pussy, feeling her wetness coat me.
“Already dripping,” I mutter, dragging my cock against her, my piercing scraping her clit just enough to make her buck. A broken gasp leaves her lips as she tries to push back into me, but I hold her in place with one hand on her hip.
I press the tip against her entrance, slow…steady…then push in only an inch. Her body clamps down hard, sucking me in, but I pull back out just as quickly.
“Ant…” she whines, desperate, glaring at me through the mirror.
I smirk, dragging the barbell against her swollen pussy, making her tremble. “Patience.”
I push in another inch, the piercing rubbing her walls, and her knees nearly buckle. She slaps the mirror with her palm. “Stop teasing, and-”
I pull back, only the tip stretching her as her body grips onto me. The sensation has me swearing under my breath, teeth gritted. “Fuck.”
She lets out a frustrated cry, pushing her hips back, and I don’t stop her. She slams into me with a force, causing us both to moan at the pleasure that fills us both. I pull back, slamming into her with one brutal thrust, the piercing scraping her sweet spot so hard her scream rattles the tiny room.
Her moans bounce around the room, her body jerking into mine and I slam into her again, and again. I lift her leg, propping it on the side, allowing me deeper, and her mouth falls open in a silent cry.
“I-fuck-Ant, please!” she gasps, the words breaking between each thrusts. Her nails scrape the glass, leaving streaks of sweat as she crashes against me.
I shove her harder against the counter, her chest flattening against the cool surface. My hand slides down, my fingers finding her clit. I circle it once, slow, cruel, applying pressure.
The plane jolts suddenly, turbulence rattling the walls. The movement throws her forward, her cheek smashing against the mirror, but I don’t let up, I force myself deeper, using the motion of the plane.
“Ant-fuck, I’m gonna-”
Her pussy pulses around me, pulling me in as she shudders violently, the sound of her orgasm filling the bathroom louder than the engine outside. I bury myself deep, grinding thepiercing against her until she’s gasping, her body trembling as I pin her down.
“Mandy.” I snarl, keeping up my pace, my voice ragged, forehead pressed against her damp hair.
A roar rips out of me, muffled against her neck, as I release inside of her. My cock jerks violently, pulse after pulse crashing through me as I feel my cum leak back around me.
