Page 9 of Devoured By You
“Don’t. Fucking. Move.”
The warmth of his body left me. I risked a glance over my shoulder. He picked up his jacket and reached into the inside pocket, producing a condom.
I laughed. “Did you plan to seduce a stranger on this flight?”
“No. But it’s better to be prepared.”
He set the condom on top of the shower gel, and his body covered mine again. His hands were everywhere, touching, squeezing, pinching. I reached behind me. Time to cop a feel of my own. In less than a second, he had my hands pinned above my head.
“I’m in charge, Tilly. You’ll touch when I say you can.”
Every single muscle south of my belly button squeezed at the same time. My sexual encounters were usually a more even affair. I’d never had a man assume control, not to the extent Blay was.
I loved it.
Yep. Going in a fucking book. I might have to switch genres and write erotica under a new pen name.
His thumb circled my butthole. I tensed. That was one hole I hadn’t let a man breach.
“Ass virgin?”
I nodded.
His thumb disappeared. I wasn’t sure whether the emotion sweeping through me was relief or disappointment. Maybe a little of both.
“Open your legs.”
I shuffled them apart.
“Wider.”
“Much wider and I’ll be doing the splits. That way lies disaster. Trust me.”
A gruff chuckle rumbled through his chest. “Thank fuck my father needed the company jet.”
My chest swelled. When I’d given my credit card to the travel agent who’d booked this flight, I’d thought it an exorbitant extravagance. Now, I was thinking it might be the best ten grand I’d ever spent. A memory to last a lifetime.
He slid his hand between the wall and me and pushed two fingers inside me, gently massaging me from the inside. He didn’t shove them up me as if he were stuffing a chicken. I groaned. The man should give lessons on how to work a woman’s body into a frenzy.
“Feel good?”
“God, yes.”
His thumb strummed my clit. I gasped. “I bet you play guitar.”
He laughed. “As I child, I did.”
“I knew it.”
He nibbled along my shoulder. “You’re incredible. How are you single?”
“I’m married to my job.”
“Same, Tilly. Same.”
His cock nudged between my ass cheeks. I stiffened. If I wasn’t all that keen on the idea of a thumb up there, then a massive cock was an absolute no-no.
“Relax. I’m not going to take your ass virginity.” He removed his fingers and turned me to face him. “Better?”