“Yes, honey, I’m so glad you noticed. Very perceptive.”
She shoved his chest.
“You’re the worst, you know that?”
Jay shook his head and kissed her deeply. For a moment, Marty forgot all sense of place and time. She wondered if her body would ever stop reacting that way to his touch. She hoped not.
“For the record, McFly, I’m like obsessed with you too. And I’m not embarrassed about it.”
Marty blushed a little and pulled him into another kiss. Jay’s hand was buried in her hair, holding her in place with a slight possessiveness that Marty couldn’t help but love. His other hand roamed her body, taking great pains not to touch her anywhere that could be deemed inappropriate.
Somehow, these nonsexual touches only turned Marty on even further as she knew Jay was holding himself back. She could feel him rock hard under her ass, so she shifted a little to make him aware of her awareness.
He pulled away from their kiss and whispered in her ear. “Don’t go starting something you can’t finish.”
Marty raised an eyebrow. “Oh? I have every intention of finishing,” she teased.
Still, she eased off his lap and back into her own seat. Jay groaned at the loss. He adjusted himself, not trying to be discreet at all, as Marty watched. She loved nothing more than seeing him grab his own cock, even if it was through his jeans. She loved knowing that all that raw masculine thickness was for her. Just the thought sent more wetness to her core. It was Marty’s turn to shift in her seat, trying to find comfort in the midst of her arousal.
Jay reached for the standard issue airline blanket and removed it from the plastic bag. He draped it over his and Marty’s legs and snuggled into her once more. This time, however, his intentions were far less innocent.
Jay trailed his arm down Marty’s stomach and paused at the button of her jeans. Marty looked up at him in surprise.
He spoke softly into her ear, sending a delicious shiver through her body. “Just because I can’t fuck you like I want to doesn’t mean I can’t get you off, baby girl.” He made quick work of her button and zipper before caressing her silky panties.
Marty couldn’t breathe with the weight of anticipation on her chest.
“This okay? I can stop if you want.”
She let out a ragged breath. “Don’t you dare stop. Please.”
Jay smirked into her neck as he ran his finger along the seam of her underwear. “Can you pull your pants down for me, baby?”
Marty nodded and she surreptitiously pulled her pants down a little, giving Jay room to maneuver his hand inside her panties.
“Good girl,” he crooned in her ear. “I think from now on we have to implement a no pants rule when we fly, what do you think?”
She couldn’t respond. She was too focused on the feel of his big warm hands inside of her most sensitive spot. His rough fingers parted her lips and rubbed her wetness all over her clit.
He entered her with one quick stroke of his middle finger and Marty nearly lost it. She tried to keep a casual expression on her face, hoping that the flight attendant and other passengers simply thought she and Jay were cuddling and nothing more.
That’s what this was, wasn’t it? Cuddling under an airline blanket with her pants pulled down, while the hottest man in the world used his beautiful hands to bring her to the brink.
Jay kissed the shell of her ear before licking and soothing her neck. He kissed her gently, almost chastely, except for the fact that he was strumming her like a violin. Marty’s thighs clenched involuntarily and Jay pushed them apart again.
“Sweetheart, you gotta keep those legs open so I can stretch this tight pussy with my fingers.”
Marty whimpered, her eyelids fluttering as she reclined back in her seat.
“That’s right, let me give you what you need. I want everyone on this flight to know I’m the man who makes you come, whenever, wherever you want it.”
Marty shook her head frantically, muttering “no no no” under her breath. She pulled Jay down and wrapped her arm around his neck, bringing his ear close to her mouth. “I only want to come for you, Jay. Nobody else, I don’t want anybody else knowing.”
He stared fiercely into her eyes, something dark flashing in his gaze. “You say these things and I can’t help myself. I’m a fucking caveman with you. You gonna come for me, sweet girl? If you don’t want anyone else to know, you’ll have to keep quiet. Can you do that? Keep those beautiful little moans right here between us?”
Marty nodded, unable to form words as his fingers continued their pleasurable assault on her pussy. He hooked two of them inside her and pressed against her G-spot, while his thumb flicked her clit. Marty was so close. So so close. She closed her eyes and buried her head once more into Jay’s chest, letting pleasure wash over her as he whispered dirty sweet words in her ear.
“Yes baby, that’s right, come for me, let me feel that pussy spasm all over my hand, let me feel your wetness. You’re so beautiful, I’m so fucking lucky, you know that? So fucking lucky to have you like this, I’ll remind you every day, god you’re incredible.”
Marty whimpered and bit back a scream as her orgasm crested and exploded through her, rocking her body and causing her to shiver as she clenched and unclenched around Jay’s hand.
As she came down, she noticed he was staring at her with a dazed look in his eyes, as if he was the one coming down from an intense orgasm.
Marty’s cheeks pinked up a little, feeling slightly embarrassed over what they just did on a plane. “What?” she asked sheepishly.
“Oh nothing,” Jay said, his voice rough and dripping with arousal, “you’re just the most gorgeous fucking woman I’ve ever seen. I’m trying to make sure you’re not a dream.”
Marty rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but feel a little thrilled at his obvious infatuation with her. Slowly, he pulled his hand out from inside her. She flinched a little at the loss, as she quickly pulled her jeans up and buttoned them.
Jay brought his hand out from underneath the blanket. Marty saw that it was covered in her come. She noticed Jay’s eyes darkening even more, until they were just big amber pools of lust.
She knew what he was going to do before he moved. Her big dirty sexy man. All proper and professional in his business suits and dress shoes. But an absolute animal when it came to fucking her.
Jay brought his hand to his mouth. Marty watched, mesmerized, as he cleaned his fingers with his tongue. He sucked on his thumb for an obscenely long time before moving on to his index and middle fingers. Marty could feel herself getting wet again, just from watching him be so goddamn sexy.
It was Jay’s turn to whimper, a sound that Marty wanted playing on a loop forever. “Fuuuuuck, baby. You taste so fucking good, I want to eat you forever.”
Marty squirmed in her seat, her underwear growing even damper by the second.
Jay suddenly looked serious, like he just thought of something that troubled him.
“We’ll still have separate rooms at the hotel. But, I hope you don’t think you’ll be rid of me that quickly. I don’t care which room we stay in but I’m not spending any nights without you in bed with me, okay?”
Marty was absolutely a-okay with this plan. “Let’s just cancel my room, if you want?”
He shook his head but, before Marty could panic about the state of their ‘relationship, ’ he clarified, “I don’t want people to start talking. If we have one room, trust me, it’ll get out. Just know that we won’t be using the second room. Unless we want to switch things up and fuck on another bed. That okay?”
She smiled and pulled him close for a kiss. “Yes caveman, that’s perfect,” she whispered, before allowing herself to get some sleep against his hard, broad chest. Perfect indeed.
Chapter 38: Jay
Not for the first time since they had started dating, Jay wondered if he could lock Marty up and keep her all to himself. Not in a creepy way, of course. Just in a “I hate sharing my girlfri
end’s attention with anybody else and she’s so sweet and gorgeous and charismatic that other people can’t help but be drawn to her and I hate that because she’s mine and oh god is she flirting with that guy?” sort of way.
You know, normal things.
Jay knew he was certifiable, and a lot of that had to do with the fact that he didn’t trust relationships — he had seen his father flaunt his affairs all over the place while his poor mother pretended not to notice.
It wasn’t that he was jealous, necessarily. But rather that he was hyper-aware of every little glance or action or smirk that passed Marty’s face. He was so attuned to her and he had a hard time letting go of that awareness and not reading too much into things.
Jay took a couple of deep breaths and tried to calm himself down. So what if she was flirting? That was okay. People in relationships were allowed to flirt. Marty was allowed to flirt. Even if she happened to be flirting with super successful baseball players who were flaunting their abs all over the place while she lounged in a practically indecent swimsuit by the hotel pool.
He had foolishly rejoiced when Marty told him her swimsuit was a one-piece, but he should have realized that this girl could look sexy in a damn potato sack.
The suit she was currently donning was a sleek little black one-piece that made her already gorgeous body look even more amazing. The front of the suit had a sheer mesh panel from the neckline to just above her belly button, which meant her tits were front and center and on display. The back of the suit was equally sexy as it was nearly completely backless, with just one horizontal strap across the back for support.
The bottom of the suit was not quite a thong, but it certainly put her ass on display, probably because she was very blessed in that area to begin with. The effect of it wasn’t so much indecent as it was hot as hell, and Jay couldn’t help but notice all of the eyes on her as she soaked up some sun.
They had been in Florida for a few days now and were currently enjoying a much-needed day off. Unfortunately, Noah Cabrera had found out Marty was staying at this hotel and practically invited himself over for a pool day, bringing a few of his teammates along as well.
It had been Jay’s idea to keep the nature of their relationship under wraps for the remainder of spring training, choosing to pretend like everything was normal between him and his assistant. He wasn’t sure why he suggested it.
The moment he had, almost as if conjured from the recesses of Jay’s worst nightmares, Noah had appeared and basically hadn’t removed himself from Marty’s side for the past two days.
Jay pretended to read on his iPad while he openly glared at Marty, who was currently looking at something Noah was showing her on his phone. They were sitting side by side on a lounge chair, with Marty bent slightly over to look at the phone. Jay knew, without a doubt, that Noah was getting a fanfuckingtastic view of his girl’s cleavage.
He was okay with the knowledge that guys would check her out. Hell, if he thought about it for longer than a caveman split second, he actually felt good about guys admiring his girl.
However, what he wasn’t okay with was the fact that Noah and his other jerkoff friends might think they had a shot with Marty. Because they didn’t know she was 100% taken. Off limits. Danger: keep out. Do not pass GO!
Marty laughed at something Noah said and then looked up to find Jay. She said something to Noah and headed over to Jay’s shaded lounge seat. Jay simultaneously grew excited as he watched her walk toward him and furious as he watched Noah staring at her ass as she walked away.
The excited side won out when she finally reached him. He could tell she was trying to keep a professional distance but was having a difficult time with it. Finally, she sat at the edge of Jay’s lounge chair, just by his feet. They weren’t technically touching and, to a casual observer, they just looked like friendly coworkers.
The casual observer wouldn’t notice Jay’s hard cock prominently standing at attention. Or Marty’s rapid breaths or parted lips as she looked over at Jay. He recognized those signs, knew she was horny as hell after their morning fuck was interrupted by a phone call.
Jay wished he could pull her into his lap and grind her on his dick. He wanted her to feel that she wasn’t the only one turned on.
After a moment, Marty spoke up, keeping her voice low enough that Jay had to scoot a little closer to hear her.
“Babe...um...sorry. Mr. Michaelson—” she smirked at Jay’s displeasure at being addressed that way, “I think I might call it a day and head back to the room. I’m getting a little hot out here.”
Jay raised an eyebrow. “Is that so, McFly? Then yes, you better get back up there. Wouldn’t want you to overheat.”
Marty nodded primly, though she was fighting a smile.
“I was also thinking we could go over the schedule for the rest of the trip. I have some uh... logistical items to run by you.”
“Mmm logistics, got it. When will you be open?”
“For you? I’ll be wide open anytime, Mr. Michaelson,” she said sweetly.
Jay closed his eyes and leaned back, unable to look at her any longer. He groaned under his breath. She rose from the chair and headed toward the hotel before Jay pulled her close to his ear, not caring what it looked like to anyone else.
“Give me five minutes baby,” he growled in her ear. “I hope you’re ready for a spanking, bad girl.”
Marty gasped in surprise, though her eyes flashed with excitement.
“Me? A bad girl? I don’t know what you mean, Mr. Michaelson.” With that, she walked away, her ass bouncing with every glorious step.
Jay tried not to be obvious about watching her but hell, everyone else was staring at her so why shouldn’t he?
“Dude, how the hell do you work with her?” Jay was snapped out of his daydream by Noah, who now sat in the lounge chair next to his, with his gaze firmly on Marty’s backside as she made her way inside.
Jay stiffened, not wanting to cause a scene but not sure if he could restrain himself from punching Noah if he said anything vulgar about Marty.
“Hmm?” Jay responded as if he didn’t know what Noah was talking about.
Noah shook his head and sucked in a breath. “She’s fucking incredible, man. Have you seen her fucking ass? Her tits? Her goddamn face? I mean—”
“Sorry Noah, I have to head out. Catch you later?”
Jay stood abruptly, not caring if Noah thought him rude.
“Uh yeah, sure,” Noah responded, slightly confused. Jay was halfway to the lobby door already, needing to get to his woman as soon as physically possible before he unloaded on some poor unsuspecting baseball player.
Jay reached his room in record time, desperate to be alone with his girl.
The shower was running when he entered and he took a moment to compose himself, not wanting to attack Marty the moment he saw her naked.
He snuck into the bathroom and surprised her in the shower, enjoying the way she squealed when she felt him press against her back.
“Jayyy,” she fake chastised, still giggling as he pressed little teasing kisses to the back of her neck and shoulders.
“Yes, McFly?”
She turned to face him and give him a hot, appraising look before attacking his mouth. Jay loved that she was as hot for him as he was for her.
He loved that she didn’t let him push her away like he instinctively wanted to in order to protect himself.
He loved how vocal she was about what she liked and didn’t like.
Loved how their sex drives were wonderfully compatible.
Loved how she liked trying new things and showing him new things.
Loved how she currently looked at him with wonder and lust in her eyes as they pulled apart from their kiss.
Loved. Loved. Loved...
“I love you,” he blurted out, with zero finesse or forewarning.
Marty blinked up at him and shook her head in confusion.
Jay felt his body burn up as he waited for her to
respond.
“I... shit I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
“You didn’t mean it?” Marty asked, softly.
“No no, that’s not what I said. I’m trying to say that I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that.”
He paused for a second, wondering if he should take the opening and take back his declaration. But he didn’t want to.
“I’m sorry, I meant to have more of a buildup or something, I don’t know. Shit.”
“A buildup?”
“Yeah you know, flowers, wine, chocolate, all that,” he said, a bit sheepish. “I didn’t mean to be so un-smooth about it, I guess.”
Marty just stared at him, disbelief marring her features. “Oh. I see,” she said softly.
Jay decided to suck it up and go for it. “I can’t say I didn’t mean it. Because, if we’re telling the truth, and clearly I am, I’ve been in love with you for a lot longer than I cared to admit to myself. So. Yeah. That’s that. I’m in love with you, Marty McFly.”
She nodded in understanding. Jay noticed she was shivering and realized the water had long gone cold. He shut it off and dried her with a fluffy towel, before wrapping her up in a soft hotel robe.
She placed a hand on his as he tied up her robe, forcing him to look at her. “I just need a minute, okay?” she asked. Jay nodded, though he felt like his heart had shattered into tiny pieces.
Logically, he knew he had no reason to feel hurt that Marty did not immediately return his declaration of love.
But his heart was stupid and illogical and fuck if it didn’t hurt to think that there was a real possibility she didn’t want him the way he wanted her. If that ended up being the case, he wasn’t quite sure how he’d recover.
Jay tried to pull himself away from those thoughts as he pulled on a t-shirt and some jeans. Marty had already gotten dressed casually, in a pair of Jay’s basketball shorts and a loose tank top with no bra. Jay watched her in the mirror as she carefully combed through her hair before putting it up in a loose wet braid.
“I think I’m going to take a little nap. Will you lie with me?”
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