Rock Hard
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He picked up his dry erase board. U R 2 far away.
She stretched out one leg and could just reach his toes. “I agree.”
The engines roared to life at the back of the plane.
Sofa? he wrote and cocked his head toward the sofa.
She didn’t know if it was the safest place to be during a takeoff, but it had seat belts, so it must be okay. She unfastened her seat belt and darted across the aisle just as the plane began to taxi. She secured herself to the sofa and Sed settled beside her, his cup of ice in one hand, dry erase board in the other. She fastened his seat belt for him and snuggled up against his side, finding his solid warmth comforting, yet unsettling. He set his board aside and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Yes, this was much better. She wondered if Jace and Eric were on their way to the Golden Gate Bridge yet. A flutter of nerves danced through her belly. She mustn’t let herself think about what was in the works for sunset. She and Sed still had an entire day to enjoy together and she refused to be distracted by something that wouldn’t take place for another ten hours.
Oh, who was she kidding? She was a wreck. What if Sed wasn’t ready to get engaged again?
“Please make sure your cell phone is turned off through the entire duration of the flight,” Jordan announced over the intercom.
Sed dug his cell phone out of his pocket and flipped it open, then pointed to the screen, showing Jessica that he had a message.
“It will wait until we get to San Francisco.”
So that’s where we’re going, Sed wrote.
Sed turned off his phone, shoved it back into his pocket, and drew her closer. He kissed her hungrily, his mouth cold from the ice. She clung to his collarbone, her entire body hot from the man.
Before the plane even left the ground, he had her dress half off and her senses fully ignited. She checked to make sure the door concealing the cockpit was still closed and then unfastened his pants. As promised, he was all the way up.
“I’ve never done it on a plane,” he whispered in her ear, his eyes glassy with excitement, his face flushed.
“Until now.”
Her fingers trailed lightly down the length of his cock. He sucked a breath between his teeth.
“Tell us to take off our seat belts,” he chanted. “Tell us to take off our seat belts.”
Jessica continued to tease him while his hand kneaded one bare breast gently. His fingertips plucked at her nipple. More kneading. More plucking. Not nearly enough f**king. She groaned.
“Ah God, Sed, hurry. I need you.” She grabbed his c**k to show him how much.
“Jess. Jess.”
As the plane gained altitude, her ears popped. The plane dipped as they hit a pocket of turbulence.
“Hold tight, folks,” the pilot said over the intercom, “and please remain seated through this rough patch here.”
Sed’s hand moved to Jessica’s other breast. He tossed more ice chips in his mouth and sucked a cool trail along the side of her neck.
His hand moved to the hem of her dress and slid it upward to reveal her mound. She spread her legs and closed her eyes. She wouldn’t be able to handle watching his hand bringing her pleasure. His fingertips separated her swollen flesh and slid over her clit. She shuddered violently. Or maybe that was the plane hitting turbulence again. He quickly sent her senses spiraling high above the earth and it had nothing to do with the miracle of flight.
“Ah God, Sed, I can’t stand it.”
“We are now at cruising altitude,” Jordan said over the intercom, “feel free to move about the cabin…” The rest of her words didn’t register.
Sed released both their seat belts, flattened Jessica on her back upon the sofa, and plunged into her body with a groan of torment. Jessica cried out as her body strained against his, taking its pleasure instantly in a deep, pulsating orgasm. His hard, quick strokes carried him to join her seconds later. He held her hips while he erupted inside her, his c**k buried as deeply as possible, his face contorted in ecstasy. He took a gasping breath and collapsed on top of her, cradling her body in his arms.
He chuckled, his body quaking above her. “Sorry about that, sweetheart. I didn’t realize you had me that worked up.”
She cupped his face to get him to look at her. “I liked it. It was exciting.” As she stared into his sky blue eyes, she knew he never got that worked up over any other woman. Just her.
“You want to try again?”
“Many, many times,” she said, “but later. While we’re sightseeing.”
His c**k twitched inside her. “If I didn’t already love you, Jessica Chase, I’d fall in love with you all over again, every minute of every day.”
She kissed him, emotions stealing her breath. She gazed up at him, brushing her thumb along his cheekbone. “You can be so sweet sometimes.”
He rolled his eyes. “That secret dies with you. Promise me.”
“I promise.”
He grinned, both dimples making an appearance. “So what are we going to do today in San Francisco?”
She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “What aren’t we going to do?”
Chapter 51
Sed’s woman was awesome. They’d enjoyed a soft-food lunch in Chinatown followed by hot, uninhibited sex against a wall in some back alley. She’d taken him to the top of Coit Tower in all its phallic glory and they’d gazed out over magnificent views of San Francisco with his c**k buried inside her from behind. His black leather duster was undoubtedly the best clothing investment he’d ever made. After hiking up several hills from hell and getting “lost” in some bushes for about an hour, they’d gone to an art museum. He didn’t remember much of what they’d seen there. The most interesting and beautiful thing in the place had been the woman with him. And how was he supposed to concentrate on art and culture and refinement and all that bullshit when she kept rubbing her succulent ass against his ever-attentive cock? She’d driven him so mad with lust, he’d eventually pulled her into a supply closet and she’d given him the best blow job of his life.
He had no idea where the limo was taking them now, but realized he enjoyed letting Jessica run the show. She was damn good at it.
“Are you tired?” she asked.
Exhausted, but he’d never admit that to her. “I’m fine.”
“We can relax on the boat.”
His interest perked. “Boat?”
“A romantic dinner and sunset on the bay.”
“Sounds wonderful. Why did you go to all this trouble?”
She stretched out one leg and could just reach his toes. “I agree.”
The engines roared to life at the back of the plane.
Sofa? he wrote and cocked his head toward the sofa.
She didn’t know if it was the safest place to be during a takeoff, but it had seat belts, so it must be okay. She unfastened her seat belt and darted across the aisle just as the plane began to taxi. She secured herself to the sofa and Sed settled beside her, his cup of ice in one hand, dry erase board in the other. She fastened his seat belt for him and snuggled up against his side, finding his solid warmth comforting, yet unsettling. He set his board aside and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Yes, this was much better. She wondered if Jace and Eric were on their way to the Golden Gate Bridge yet. A flutter of nerves danced through her belly. She mustn’t let herself think about what was in the works for sunset. She and Sed still had an entire day to enjoy together and she refused to be distracted by something that wouldn’t take place for another ten hours.
Oh, who was she kidding? She was a wreck. What if Sed wasn’t ready to get engaged again?
“Please make sure your cell phone is turned off through the entire duration of the flight,” Jordan announced over the intercom.
Sed dug his cell phone out of his pocket and flipped it open, then pointed to the screen, showing Jessica that he had a message.
“It will wait until we get to San Francisco.”
So that’s where we’re going, Sed wrote.
Sed turned off his phone, shoved it back into his pocket, and drew her closer. He kissed her hungrily, his mouth cold from the ice. She clung to his collarbone, her entire body hot from the man.
Before the plane even left the ground, he had her dress half off and her senses fully ignited. She checked to make sure the door concealing the cockpit was still closed and then unfastened his pants. As promised, he was all the way up.
“I’ve never done it on a plane,” he whispered in her ear, his eyes glassy with excitement, his face flushed.
“Until now.”
Her fingers trailed lightly down the length of his cock. He sucked a breath between his teeth.
“Tell us to take off our seat belts,” he chanted. “Tell us to take off our seat belts.”
Jessica continued to tease him while his hand kneaded one bare breast gently. His fingertips plucked at her nipple. More kneading. More plucking. Not nearly enough f**king. She groaned.
“Ah God, Sed, hurry. I need you.” She grabbed his c**k to show him how much.
“Jess. Jess.”
As the plane gained altitude, her ears popped. The plane dipped as they hit a pocket of turbulence.
“Hold tight, folks,” the pilot said over the intercom, “and please remain seated through this rough patch here.”
Sed’s hand moved to Jessica’s other breast. He tossed more ice chips in his mouth and sucked a cool trail along the side of her neck.
His hand moved to the hem of her dress and slid it upward to reveal her mound. She spread her legs and closed her eyes. She wouldn’t be able to handle watching his hand bringing her pleasure. His fingertips separated her swollen flesh and slid over her clit. She shuddered violently. Or maybe that was the plane hitting turbulence again. He quickly sent her senses spiraling high above the earth and it had nothing to do with the miracle of flight.
“Ah God, Sed, I can’t stand it.”
“We are now at cruising altitude,” Jordan said over the intercom, “feel free to move about the cabin…” The rest of her words didn’t register.
Sed released both their seat belts, flattened Jessica on her back upon the sofa, and plunged into her body with a groan of torment. Jessica cried out as her body strained against his, taking its pleasure instantly in a deep, pulsating orgasm. His hard, quick strokes carried him to join her seconds later. He held her hips while he erupted inside her, his c**k buried as deeply as possible, his face contorted in ecstasy. He took a gasping breath and collapsed on top of her, cradling her body in his arms.
He chuckled, his body quaking above her. “Sorry about that, sweetheart. I didn’t realize you had me that worked up.”
She cupped his face to get him to look at her. “I liked it. It was exciting.” As she stared into his sky blue eyes, she knew he never got that worked up over any other woman. Just her.
“You want to try again?”
“Many, many times,” she said, “but later. While we’re sightseeing.”
His c**k twitched inside her. “If I didn’t already love you, Jessica Chase, I’d fall in love with you all over again, every minute of every day.”
She kissed him, emotions stealing her breath. She gazed up at him, brushing her thumb along his cheekbone. “You can be so sweet sometimes.”
He rolled his eyes. “That secret dies with you. Promise me.”
“I promise.”
He grinned, both dimples making an appearance. “So what are we going to do today in San Francisco?”
She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “What aren’t we going to do?”
Chapter 51
Sed’s woman was awesome. They’d enjoyed a soft-food lunch in Chinatown followed by hot, uninhibited sex against a wall in some back alley. She’d taken him to the top of Coit Tower in all its phallic glory and they’d gazed out over magnificent views of San Francisco with his c**k buried inside her from behind. His black leather duster was undoubtedly the best clothing investment he’d ever made. After hiking up several hills from hell and getting “lost” in some bushes for about an hour, they’d gone to an art museum. He didn’t remember much of what they’d seen there. The most interesting and beautiful thing in the place had been the woman with him. And how was he supposed to concentrate on art and culture and refinement and all that bullshit when she kept rubbing her succulent ass against his ever-attentive cock? She’d driven him so mad with lust, he’d eventually pulled her into a supply closet and she’d given him the best blow job of his life.
He had no idea where the limo was taking them now, but realized he enjoyed letting Jessica run the show. She was damn good at it.
“Are you tired?” she asked.
Exhausted, but he’d never admit that to her. “I’m fine.”
“We can relax on the boat.”
His interest perked. “Boat?”
“A romantic dinner and sunset on the bay.”
“Sounds wonderful. Why did you go to all this trouble?”
