Page 97 of Beautiful Revenge
My grip on his forearms tightens and my nails press into his skin.
A small smile forms on his lips, but the only other response I get is his finger—specifically, more of it.
“Dev—” I start, but he interrupts.
“We don’t have all day. I bet we’re flying over Ohio by now. Beg.”
“Please.” The word rushes from my lips through my desperation and need. “Please, let me come.”
He pulls his finger out a tad before pushing it back in. “Do you like this?”
My teeth sink into the delicate skin of my lip, but I barely feel the bite. The only things I feel are his touch and his hot gaze.
He growls my name out in a demand. “Harlow.”
“Yes,” I admit. “I think I love it.”
He slides his finger in and out again. The sensation is new and overwhelming, and I didn’t lie. I love it. But then again, I wonder if there’s anything with Devon I wouldn’t.
“Please,” I repeat, and this time the word comes from my soul. “Please do something. Give me something—anything.”
“That’s more like it. You’re such a good girl,” he croons. My heart swells. This time his finger in my ass doesn’t just slide in and out, but gives me a swirl, like he’s trying to stretch me. The more he moves, the more I become accustomed to his touch ... there.
“I like this, too, baby.”
“I’m glad,” I tell him the truth. I’m not sure why it makes me so happy that this pleases him. Sitting before him splayed on his lap with him tormenting me shouldn’t bring me this much joy, but it does. I glance toward the cockpit and back to him.
He tips his head to the door where two men sit on the other side. “Does that excite you or scare you?”
My heart pounds in my chest. “Both.”
He nods approvingly of my answer and shifts his hand that’s cupping my sex. He shifts his seat and widens his legs, splaying me farther. The thin straps of my thong bites into my skin as he makes more space for his hand.
Space.
I can move.
I arch my back and grind into the palm of his hand.
“There you go,” he croons. “Do what you want, baby. Anything you want. I’m just here to watch.”
Why is that hot? He sounds like he’ll get off on this as much as me. There’s no way. I’m impossibly wet in his hold, and the way he’s leering at me looks like he wants to flip me over on this sofa and fuck me into next week.
But I put all that out of my mind when my clit connects with the palm of his hand for delicious friction. Warm and firm, I can’t get enough. He made me wait—no, he made me beg—and worked me up into a frenzy. My insides are coiled so tight I fear I may explode.
I rock and buck on his lap, fucking his fingers in all places. Every time my clit connects with his hand, I get closer andcloser. And every time I move, his other finger stays right where it’s planted.
“Fuck, I might come like a teenager just watching you,” he growls.
I can’t control my pants or moans as they fill the cabin around us. I forget about the pilots, my family, my ex, and the drama brewing in every direction of my life.
I grip Devon’s shoulders for more leverage and do exactly what he commanded. Devon’s fingers move with me as I do exactly what he told me to do—make myself come.
When I fall off the edge, it’s intense and cosmic. Stars form behind my eyelids as I press into his hold to ride out every ounce of my orgasm. My gasps and cries echo through the cabin, but Devon does nothing to quiet me.
When I’m spent, I fall forward to his chest. Devon pulls his hand out from between us to wrap his arm around me, but his other stays possessively in the place he claimed and professed to love ... my bottom.
A sweat breaks out over my heated skin, and I shiver as I feel the cool AC wafting down on us. I press into the warm skin of his neck as I come down from an epic orgasm at thirty thousand feet.
