Page 51 of Treasuring Michael
Shaking my head, I back over to where the bench seat is. I put my knees on the cushion and bend over, pushing my ass out to him. My thong glides against my wet hole and I shudder in anticipation.
Looking over my shoulder, I watch Michael get to his feet and my gaze drops to his dick tenting his pants.
When he’s behind me, he moves the string of my thong to the side, groaning when he thumbs my hole. “You got yourself ready for me?”
Moaning, I nod while I push back against his thumb. “Yes. So I can practice keeping quiet.” Don’t want the flight attendant to come back here to see what all the screaming is about.
Michael bends to kiss my ass cheeks, one at a time. His fingers slide into my hole without warning and I shout before I can think better of it.
He leans over me and says in my ear, “Shh. You don’t want to give yourself away, now do you?”
Quickly, I shake my head. I push back against his fingers, loving the feeling. It’s so much better when he does it.
“I don’t have more condoms. I’m going to make you come like this. Okay?”
I shake my head again. “No. Inside. I trust you.”
He wraps his arm around me, pulling me up so my back is against his front, fingers still moving in and out of me. “Thank you for trusting me, baby. I was tested two months ago and haven’t been with anyone since.” I nod quickly. Micheal kisses my back softly. “I’ll take care of you.”
“You always do,” I mutter, rubbing my ass against him. “Now fuck me please.”
Chuckling in my ear, Michael pushes me down until my chest is against the cushion of the seat, removing his slick fingers.
He plays with the string of my thong, then pulls them down to my thighs. “I want to fuck you with these on, but I need to touch your dick. I can always edge you some other time.”
Groaning, I rotate my hips so he can hurry.
He slaps my ass and I yelp and moan, my cock so hard it hurts. “That felt good.”
“Yeah?” he asks, then spanks me again. When I bite my lip, but don’t let a sound escape, Michael gives me a hum of approval, then starts to undo his pants. “This will be fast, baby. Hard?”
“Yes. Hard. Come in me.”
“Fuck, Damon.”
I brace myself and it’s just as well, because as soon as his zipper is down and his pants are lowered, Michael enters me in one long stroke.
My mouth cranks open in a silent cry, but I only let out a huff of air.
He twists his hips and thrusts into me and I hold in the moan I want to let free. I fist as much of the cushion as I can, biting my lip hard to keep quiet.
“Mmm …” Michael moans, fucking me with deliberate strokes. “Your ass feels so good. I could fuck you all day,” he whispers.
“Please,” I beg, hoping he understands what I need.
He does. Michael grabs my hips and thrusts into me hard. “Fuck,” we both whisper. Trying not to be vocal is difficult.
Michael starts to hammer into me, hard and fast. I grind my ass back, meeting his strokes while I lose my mind. My dick bounces against my stomach, leaking precome.
Michael’s cock bumps against my prostate and I want to cry out so bad. It doesn’t help when Michael pulls me up so he can whisper in my ear.
“How does it feel … to join the mile high club?”
“Good … since I’m with … you …”
I reach up, twisting my fingers in his lush hair. His lips make a trail down my throat. The soft kisses he plants on my neck is in direct contrast to how hard he’s fucking me.
He reaches around to grasp my cock, pumping me off to the pace of his strokes. He pounds into me, grunting against my skin, breath fanning over me. A moan slips from me and Michael places a large hand over my mouth. I see no need to keep quiet when he muffles my moans, so I groan and babble behind his hand, telling him words he can’t hear.