Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“What if it’s a solo sex tape?” Soren quips.
“Don’t even,” I say. “I need to not work for the next two weeks. Please.”
There are rounds of complaints, even from Matt, so I’m guessing we were all planning to get a little action thirty thousand feet in the air.
Noah’s tiny Gulfstream jet isn’t big enough to get us to Fiji, so we chartered a flight … well, Noah and Matt did, because they have hundreds of thousands of dollars at their fingertips. We’re just along for the ride.
I’m disappointed Maddox won’t get his mile-high wish, but that means we can take care of my predicament right now.
I stand and pull Maddox up with me. “We’ll be right back.”
Maddox laughs.
And, of course, that’s when our fucking flight crew comes through the doors to greet us and take us to the plane.
Eleven motherfucking hours.
Kill me now.
The low hum of the engine filters through the cabin of the plane. The lights are off, shades drawn, and we’re each sprawled out on our own reclining seat.
Soren scored a couch-style seat in front of us because each of us couples argued over which one of us would take it.
Everyone else is sleeping, and someone’s even snoring. Don’t know who though.
I’m frustrated, uncomfortable, and it’s been about five hours so far of me trying to convince my cock to stay down.
Maddox’s hand lands on my thigh underneath a blanket we’re sharing. Our seats are close enough to each other to reach, but there’re armrests in the way for anything more to happen, no matter how desperate I am.
I turn my head toward him and see his bright blue eyes shining at me in the dim light.
“I can feel your frustration from all the way over here, and I can’t sleep because of it,” he whispers.
“Sorry.”
He leans across the small gap between our seats. “Don’t be sorry. Let’s do something about it.”
I glance around the small cabin, remembering the cameras and making sure all the guys are asleep. “You wanna join the mile-high club that much?”
“No. We’re not having sex, but I thought I could help you out.” Maddox’s hand moves up my thigh and cups my cock over my pants.
I immediately harden to the point of pain, as if my dick is screaming, “Yes, finally!”
My hands scramble under the blanket and undo my seat belt and the button on my jeans, while Maddox goes for my fly.
With my cock free, Maddox wraps his fingers around me, only making me harder and needier. I lift a knee and rest my foot on the edge of my seat so the blanket rises off our laps and hides what he’s doing underneath it.
He’s leaning over, so his cheek is right by my mouth. I kiss my way along his jaw and down his neck and love it when his breath hitches.
My lips move up toward his ear. “I love you, Maddy,” I say, speaking low.
“You’re only saying that because my hand is on your dick, but I love you too.”
Maddox’s thumb swipes over my slit and moves down my shaft.
My chest heaves, and I try to catch my breath.
With how hard up I’ve been, I know I’m not going to last long.
“Kiss me,” I beg.
Maddox’s mouth meets mine, his tongue lapping at my lips to let him in. When I do, I have to bite back a moan, because this needs to be quiet.
I get lost in my boyfriend, his mouth, and the way his hand works me over. I’m teetering on the edge between letting go and that awesome sensation of an orgasm you know is coming but not quite there yet.
My thoughts get fuzzy, and the sound of the jet engines amplifies until it’s all I can hear.
So when Maddox’s hand stills, I’m confused.
“Wha?” I say, still half in my blissed-out haze.
“As much as I’m enjoying the free porn show, I kind of don’t want to know what my agent sounds like when he blows his load.”
I freeze at Soren’s words. “Go back to sleep, then.”
“Never was asleep, jackass. Can you guys seriously not wait eleven measly hours to get it on?”
“For your information, it’s been over a week,” Maddox hisses. “Damon’s been working overtime to make sure he could even come on this trip.”
“Aww, a whole week? Try months and then complain to me.”
“What’s going on?” Noah croaks from the other side of the plane.
“Nothing,” I say, a little too quickly. Just have my cock out. Nothing to see here.
Maddox starts laughing beside me and goes back to his side, taking his hand with him.
I was so close. So fucking close.
Now my dick is softening, disappointed again.
“I swear as soon as we get to the island, your ass is mine,” I growl.
“Again, still not asleep,” Soren says.
I tuck myself away under the blanket and throw my head back.