Travels and Destinations
991 Words
Chapter Six
“Travels and destinations”
“I’m going to need a lot of alcohol to get through this s**t,” Sam mumbles, causing me to turn towards him.
When 1pm came, I was still sleeping. Sam kept me up until 6am with crazy non-stop s*x, so here we are on the 8fuckingpm flight. We still managed to book first class tickets, but Sam’s being a brat about the fact that I’m making him fly commercial.
“Why didn’t we just take my private jet, again?”
I let out an annoyed breath. “Will you please shut the f**k up about the private jet? We’re flying first class. Can that please be enough?”
Sam gives me a hard look.
“Careful how you talk to me, Lacey. Want a repeat of yesterday?”
I immediately feel myself grow wet, cursing my body for having such a s****l reaction to him.
Fairy’s are s****l as f**k. Demons are s****l as f**k. What did the cosmos think would happen when they put a Demon prince and powerful royal Fairy together?
I suddenly feel a finger run over the crease in my forehead.
“What are you thinking so hard about, baby?”
“I’m wondering what the f**k the gods were thinking when they paired us,” I admit, before realizing how bad that came off.
“I don’t mean generally, I mean sexually. We’re both a highly s****l species. I’m just wondering if they anticipated the fact that we would constantly be horny for each other?”
Sam gives me a devilish smirk.
“You’re constantly horny for me, hmm?”
I curse at myself for admitting that out loud. No way I’m ever living that admission down.
“Maybe?”
Sam leans in so that his mouth is right by my ear.
“Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes,” he whispers, before unbuckling his seatbelt and heading towards the bathroom.
I smile at myself for choosing first class. They have bathrooms the size of a normal at-home bathroom, and have someone who thoroughly sanitizes it after each use.
After 4 minutes and 45 seconds I also exit my seat, walking towards the bathroom. As soon as I reach it the door opens and Sam pulls me in at an inhuman speed.
Fast enough that nobody can see.
I glance around the bathroom, and must admit that I’m thoroughly impressed. It’s spacious with a toilet, sink, and even a separate vanity.
Damn.
Sam dips his head to the nape of my neck, inhaling deeply.
“Hands against the sink, legs apart,” he commands, and I obey immediately.
If he wants to f**k me all day every day, I’m down.
Well… maybe not all day, but often enough.
In fact I’m willing to bet if I made him go celibate for more than 24 hours, he’d tie me down and have his way with me.
“Now, you’re going to have to be very quiet, Lacey. Wouldn’t want the whole plane to hear your moans, would we?”
Fuck. Knowing Sam he’ll intentionally go harder on me so that I can’t help but moan.
“You just want everyone on the plane to know I’m yours, you asshole,” I mutter. Sam chuckles behind me while yanking down my sweats and panties and helping me step out of them.
“We’ll probably end up on the no-fly list,” I continue.
“We won’t Lacey.”
“Yeah, we will.”
He growls in my ear, causing a shiver to go down my body and even more wetness pool between my thighs. I’m practically dripping.
“No, we won’t. Want to know why?”
I nod my head, unable to talk from how aroused I am.
“Because I own the airline.”
With those words he plunges into me, causing me to inhale sharply.
I didn’t even know he’d pulled down his pants.
“So hot. So wet. So tight. So f*****g mine,” he murmurs. The sensual tone of his voice causes me to grow even more wet.
“Lift your arms up,” he commands, and I do. He whips off my T-shirt before reaching a hand around me and starting to play with my n*****s. I let out another, louder, gasp, and Sam uses his other hand to wrap around my neck and add just enough pressure that I can’t talk, but can still breathe.
“I warned you to be quiet, Lacey,” he says, giving me a warning squeeze before taking the hand off and positioning it back on my hip.
Before I know it he’s pushed my entire torso down onto to the counter, me propping myself up just by my elbows and him powering into me faster than I can imagine.
“Who do you belong to?” he manages out between grunts of pleasure.
“You, sir,” I breathe out, having learned my lesson yesterday.
“Are you ever going to leave me?”
“No, sir,” I admit, being completely honest.
I let out a gasp as I feel myself nearing the edge.
“I’m gonna—”
A harsh slap on my ass shuts me up.
“Wait for my permission, Lacey.”
I let out a moan of pleasure and pain from having to hold back my release.
“Sam, please—” Another smack silences me again, as Sam ups the pace of his thrusts.
“You want to come, Lacey?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Beg. Beg me to let you come.”
I want to curse the motherfucker for this dominance game he seems to adore playing, but know better. He’ll either make me hold back my release longer or deny me all together.
He slaps my ass yet again, bringing me out of my musings.
“Did I not tell you to f*****g beg?”
“Please, sir. Please let me come, please.”
He doesn’t respond.
“Sam, I’m begging you! Please can I come!”
Still no response.
“f**k! Pleaseee!”
“Come,” he commands. I don’t just come, I f*****g shatter. It feels like every single one of my nerve endings goes up in flames, and Sam slaps his hand over my mouth so that I don’t disturb the entire airplane with my screams.
Sam explodes at the same time as me with a harsh swear, thrusting until we both ride out the high.
He slowly pulls out of me, placing kisses on my spine.
“Let’s go back to our seats.”
The rest of the flight is genuinely uneventful.
The real adventure starts when we step out of the plane, and are met with familiar faces.
“Artemis? Will? What the f**k are you doing here?”
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