by L. Grubb
More moisture pools onto my panties, dripping steadily over the edges and down my legs. The things this man does to me…
Putting one of his knees between my legs, he spreads them wider and his other hand cups my pulsing pussy.
A moan pours out of my mouth into his, and he breaks away, hissing between clenched teeth. “Fuck, the things those sounds do to me.”
His fingers untangle from my now knotted hair and glides down the side of my face. Cupping my jaw, he fucks my mouth, again, relentlessly. His other hand leaves my mound and goes to the waistband of my pants, pulling them roughly passed my hips and down my legs. I kick them off to the side with my feet, spreading my legs back out in an invitation to take me.
His fingers slide through my wetness, spreading the juices up to my clit, and rubbing in small, gentle circles. A wave of heat courses through my body, my heart speeding up with anticipation.
Two thick, calloused fingers surge into my tight pussy, making me cry out in a mix of surprise and pleasure. My toes curl as his hand twists and turns, his tongue still fucking my mouth, hard and rough.
Unable to move, I stand there trembling as waves of pleasure wash over me, lighting my nerves on fire. The tingle at the base of my spine warns me that I’m close, but he stops abruptly. Removing his hand, he brings it to his mouth to lick and suck his fingers clean. I feel the heat creeping over my cheeks and neck, making me swallow hard as another wave of lust washes over me. Jesus Christ, that was hot.
“Mmmm…Very sweet, like honey and Lauren.” A devilish grin crosses his mouth, eyes hooded with desire. “Do you want a taste sweetheart?”
He rubs his fingers along the seam of my lips seductively. I grant him access, and taking in a finger at a time, sucking and licking as my eyes flutter closed.
“Is that good, Lauren. Do you like the taste of yourself?” his husky voice says in my ear.
All I can do is moan, words fail to form in my throat.
“I’ll take that little moan as a yes then, shall I?” His mouth, once again, crashes to mine, his hands pulling my hips toward him before going around and squeezing my ass in a tight grip.
Lifting me, he turns, walking us to the bed. Coming to a stop, he places me back firmly on my feet, his mouth pecking me lightly as he pulls away from the deep, soul shaking kiss we were embraced in.
“Turn around,” he orders me quietly. The dominant male in him turns me on like no other, making the hairs on my arms stand to attention.
I turn around on shaky legs and hold the footboard tightly.
“Good girl,” he whispers in my ear. His hands hold firm on my hips and pulls back gently, bending me over so my ass is in his crotch.
He grinds his erection against my butt, making my pussy pulse with anticipation of what’s to come. “I do love this round ass, sweetheart. It’s perfect,” he groans out, slapping it and jolting me forward against the bed.
I squeak in surprise as the sting turns into throbbing pleasure, my mound pulsing with need.
“Are you ready for me, Lauren?” he says as I feel the head of his dick rubbing through my slit, lapping at the moisture before pushing at my entrance.
With one hard thrust, he’s buried inside me, the head of his eight-inch penis bumping against my cervix. The mix of pain and pleasure has me screaming out into the quiet room.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so tight!” he screams out, pulling out and pushing back in, rough and hard. Just how I like it.
“Harder, baby,” I moan out, my knuckles white from the grip I have on the footboard.
“Fuck!” he shouts, thrusting harder than before. A light sheen of sweat coats my body and pleasure levels fly through the roof. My toes curl into the carpet and my walls start to quiver.
“I do love your dick deep inside me, Champ. The way it rubs against walls and hits my hot spot,” I say, deep and husky in tone.
“Jesus, woman. You trying to kill me?” He spanks me again, this time harder and his thrusts get wilder and more frantic as he chases his release.
The heat of the impending orgasm, spreads through my entire body, tingling my lower back and shaking my inner walls. Holy cow, my release squirts from me, waves and waves of rolling pleasure turns my legs to jelly and my mind goes numb as I’m taken to another universe. I scream his name as my pussy grips his dick in a death grip.
“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m coming for you, in you,” he moans out, thrusting twice before stilling deep inside me. The spurt of his cum filling me makes another wave of pleasure to crash through me, prolonging the come down.
All you can hear in our labored breathing as he lays on my back, trying desperately to gain control of his body.
Moving off me, he drags me with him. My sleepy eyes blurring slightly as I slowly stand.
“Sweetheart, can I ask you one little thing?” Champ asks me, spinning me round to face him.
“Sure,” I reply warily.
“Please, call me Liam when we’re alone. Champ sounds so wrong during sex with you.” He laughs loudly. “You’re no whore after all.”
I smile at him wistfully before saying, “Your name is Liam?”
“I said that, didn’t I?” He raises a brow at me, and I stick my tongue out at him.
“Come on. We need to get some sleep. We have to be up early tomorrow. We’re leaving for London,” he says, patting my butt to get me moving.
“What! I thought we were going in three days?” I query as I slip one of his shirts over my head.
“Club business, sweetheart. I can’t tell you why, just that we have no choice.”
We slip between the cool sheets and he pulls me against him, spooning me and holding me close.
“Sleep, sweetheart.” He kisses the back of my head while rubbing circles over my belly. My eyes droop with heaviness before closing completely, and I drift off with a smile on my face.
“I love you, Liam,” I whisper before darkness takes over.
I breathe in the scent of lemons as I open my eyes to the sun glaring through the window. Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I look down to see Lauren sprawled over my chest; her legs rapped around me like a vine.
“Morning, sweetheart,” I say into her hair, kissing the silky strands.
She murmurs something unintelligible before unwrapping herself from my body and stretching, the shirt she’s wearing rising above her naked mound.
Fuck! Me! My morning wood tents the sheet, hardening almost painfully. Knowing we don’t have time to play around, I sit up and swing my legs over the bed.
“Where are you going, handsome?” her sleepy voice says through a yawn.
“Cold shower. We have to get ready to leave.” Standing up, I head to the bathroom. A cold shower is a must to get rid of this hard-on. I groan as it bounces while I walk.
The cold shower did fuck-all to alleviate the ache in my dick, so when I get dressed, I avoid looking over at Lauren as she gets naked to get dressed. Knowing she’s mere inches away from me makes lust spread around my body. Fuck.
I mumble something about breakfast to Lauren before stomping from the room. I have to get away from her before I jump her bones.
“Morning, brother. Breakfast is in the kitchen, Kristine’s cooked up some waffles,” Cobra says from a table by the stage. I give him a nod and head to the kitchen. The smell of waffles floats in the air, making my stomach grumble in hunger.
Quickly grabbing a plate from the counter, I return to the main room to Cobra’s table. “When we leaving?”
“In about an hour. Where’s Lauren?” Cobra asks, looking around me.
“Getting dressed,” I reply around a mouthful of food.
Alexis joins us a few minutes later with her own plate. “Morning, guys.”
Cobra gives her a beaming smile as she takes a seat to his left.
I shake my head when I notice the lustful gaze he’s giving her.
“Behave, Cobra,” Alexis scolds him, narrowing her eyes in his direction.
I choke on my food, l
aughing at her bossiness. This is new. Alexis is usually quiet and laid back. Cobra’s changed her. She’s now more confident in herself around us.
A dainty hand on my shoulder makes me jump. I turn my head to find Lauren peering down at me, a smile on her face. Leaning down, she places a gentle kiss on my lips, eyes fluttering in the process.
“Lauren!” Alexis squeals. “How you feeling this morning?”
“Surprisingly, I feel fine. No headache, no hangover. Lucky really, considering we have a flight to catch this morning.” She runs a hand through her shiny hair before taking a seat on my left.
“Not eating this morning?” I ask her, shovelling the last bit of waffle into my mouth.
“I had mine in the kitchen while talking to Kristine,” she replies, smiling. “I like her.”
Everyone likes Kristine; she’s an easy-going, lovable person. She’s the mother hen of the club, but she’s a hard-ass and wouldn’t blink an eyelid at pointing a gun at an unlucky fucker’s face.
Conversation flows smoothly as everyone finishes his or her breakfast.
“We leave in fifteen minutes, boys!” Prez shouts across the room.
“I guess we better make sure we have everything ready,” Alexis says, looking at Cobra with mischief in her eyes.
They both smile at us before leaving the table hand in hand, heading toward the hallway where the bedrooms are located.
Turning to Lauren, I ask, “You all set?”
“Yep. Well, I think so. I checked our suitcases twice, and, as far as I can see, we’re not missing anything,” she replies sweetly, licking her lips. Fuck.
“You need to behave, or I’m gonna be suffering blue balls ‘til we hit British soil,” I whisper in her ear.
She giggles, bringing a hand to her mouth. “I’m not doing anything. It’s all in your perverted mind.”
I shake my head to clear my lustful thoughts. “Let’s go get our shit in the car. We’re all driving separately to the airport.”
Standing, I rearrange my dick in my pants before leading her toward our room to collect our stuff. Time to hit the road.
I’m starting to feel rather excited about going to England. I’m damn lucky my passport doesn’t run out for another year. I haven’t left the country in a couple of years; last trip Alexis and I made was a cruise through the Caribbean. My thoughts head in the direction of the mischief the two of us can cause while in England.
Watching apartments and palm trees pass by as we race down the highway, I think of all the sites I want to see in London, of all the new people we’re going to meet.
As we near the airport, I start bouncing in my seat like an excited kid at Christmas. We roll through the security gates, handing over our passports in the process, and speed along the tarmac toward a lone plane, sitting there waiting for our arrival.
“A private jet?” I ask, brows rising in surprise.
“Yeah, sweetheart. It’s the best way to travel.” He winks at me before his eyes return to the windscreen and where we’re driving. We pull up into the small car parking area to the side, the others rolling in beside us.
Climbing out, I stretch my arms above my head. I hope to fuck it’s nice weather over there, I’ve brought a lot of sundresses and sandals, plus six pairs of sunglasses and five bikinis.
“What you thinking about, sweetheart?” Champ asks, suddenly in front of me.
Shaking my head to clear my blurry mind from my daydream, I reply, “The weather in England.”
“It’s probably going to be shit, from what I hear, it always is. But, it’s August, so you never know.” His sexy smile spreads across his face, heating my core.
He kisses me lightly on the lips before moving around me to grab our suitcases from the trunk. I reach to take mine, but before I can have a grip on the handle a prospect takes it from me, wheeling away with both our suitcases. “What the hell?”
Champ laughs next to me. “You really think we have to wheel our own shit around? You have a lot to learn, sweetheart.” He wraps his arm around my waist and guides me towards the waiting plane.
Alexis falls into step beside me, linking her arm with mine. The smile on her face tells me how excited she is for this.
Champ’s arm leaves me as he walks ahead with the other Crusaders.
“You excited yet?” Alexis whispers to me.
“Hell to the yeah!” I squeal. I’m actually so excited I could pee myself right now.
“We have to do some serious shopping while the men are busy with their macho bullshit.” She winks at me as she says this quietly to me. I have to laugh. She’s pretty funny.
“Macho bullshit? You mean their jobs, right? It’s hardly macho. You have to be badass to do the shit they do,” I say, my lips twitching in amusement.
The guys slow their steps and usher us onto the plane first. At least they have manners.
Climbing the steep stairs slowly, we see Kristine and the Prez waiting patiently at the top. Kristine is beaming and swaying on the heels of her feet as she waits for us to get to the top.
“Hey, girls. Drink?” she says when we finally reach her. Before we can even reply, she’s entering the spacious cabin and heads to the bar at the back.
“Fuck me, this jet is huge!” I shout, looking around at the cabin space, two sofas sit around a large, flat screen TV which is placed next to the fully stocked bar. Plush seats line the other side by the windows, seatbelts and safety equipment in the same places you would see on a regular place, and a table sitting in between each pair of seats. A small hallway leads to the rest of the plane where I’m guessing the bathroom is, and maybe a bedroom or two for long haul flights.
“This is simply amazing,” Alexis says from beside me, a look of wonder on her face.
Kristine comes to stand in front of us with brightly colored cocktails in hand. “Here you go. ‘Sex on the Beach’ is the best cocktail ever.”
Hell yeah! I love this drink. I take a small sip and moan in pleasure and the different flavors explode on my tongue, and a slight burn trails its way down my throat.
“Yummy,” Alexis states, taking a larger sip than the one before.
“Ladies, please take a seat and strap your belts. We’ll be taking off once all our shit is loaded into the holding area,” Prez says from the front of the plane. Alexis and I pick seats facing each other.
Placing our drinks on the table, we strap our seatbelts and double-check them to make sure they’re clicked in correctly, before finishing our drinks quickly.
Champ comes and places a passion filled kiss on my mouth before taking our glasses back to the bar.
Everyone gets comfortable in his or her seats before we hear the click of the speaker.
“Good morning, ladies and gentleman, I’m Jeff Morgan, and I’ll be your pilot for today. Please make sure you are strapped in correctly. Your stewardesses, Desiree and Jasmine, will walk you through the emergency steps and will attend to your needs for this trip. We’ll be leaving in approximately five minutes. Enjoy your flight.”
The stewardesses, in tight blue uniforms and red scarfs around their necks, walk us through the emergency steps efficiently, using hand movements to accentuate their points.
A few minutes later, the two of them move to the front of the plane to strap themselves in for take-off.
The sound of the engines comes to life, the loud rumble and vibrations muffled through the airtight windows.
Alexis and I smile at each other as the plane starts rolling toward the runway. I’m too excited, I don’t want to sit still, but know I have to until we are at a safe altitude to be free to move around.
“How long is the flight?” I ask Alexis.
“Seven or eight hours, I think.” She shrugs. “As long as we get there, I don’t give a shit.”
We laugh and turn our heads to look out at the ground, slowly drifting away as the plane rises in the air. With not a cloud in the sky, I can see this being a nice smooth trip.
Twenty minutes later
, the pilot tells us we can move around safely, and the flight will be around eight hours.
First port of call? The bar. As one of the prospects flying with us makes our drinks, conversation can be heard all around, mindless chatter about what happens when we get to London.
I take a seat on one of the soft sofas, sinking into the cushions with a contented sigh. Bliss.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Champ’s husky voice says into my right ear. I turn my head slowly and open my eyes to find his sparkling ones staring right back at me.
“Hey…” I reply lowly, wetting my lips.
“You okay? You’re quiet,” he states, a cute V-shape forming between his eyes.
“Yeah, just tired from all this excitement and from the early morning wake up,” I reply, sleep lacing my voice.
“Do you want to take a nap?” he asks, though I think this is a rhetorical question seeing as he’s already pulling me up from the softness of the couch.
I groan in protest as my butt leaves the cushions. “Where are we going?”
“To one of the bedrooms for a nap,” is all he says as we head to the hallway at the back of the plane.
“No hanky-panky, mister. I’m too tired to even moan your name right now.” I drag my legs behind me, the heaviness of tiredness slowing me down.
We walk into a small but cozy room, a double bed taking up pretty much the whole space. The floral pattern on the comforter has me snorting behind my hand.
“What?” he asks, baffled by my laughing.
“The floral print? Very manly,” I say sarcastically.
“Hardy har har.” He shakes his head at me as he strips his shirt over his head, revealing the well-defined six-pack and muscled arms and pecks.
Sweet Jesus. I wipe away the drool I feel slipping from the corners of my mouth. Seeing him shirtless will never, ever, get old.
“Hey, missy, no hanky-panky, remember? I’m too tired to get it up right now.”
I shake my head from the fog of lust and strip down to my underwear.
We climb under the cool sheets and cuddle up facing each other, tickling each other’s backs to relax the other.
