Bound to Billionaires (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 2)

“We’re going to get some shut-eye,” he informed, loving how cute she looked chewing on her lower lip.

“Very good, sir. I won’t disturb you until fifteen minutes before we land.”

“Perfect.” He clicked off the intercom. “Feel better?”

“Yes, Scott.”

“Do you like me touching you?”

She nodded.

“I thought so. I bet you’ll like this, too.” He leaned down and devoured her mouth with his. The whimper she rewarded his ears inflamed his hunger for more. What started as a gentle touch of her luscious mouth, he willingly intensified into a greedy melding of their lips. He traced her lips with his tongue, loving the taste of honey on them. He demanded entrance into her mouth and she surrendered quickly. The parting of her lips fueled his already burning appetite.

He felt her hands wrap around his neck, her fingers locking together. Plunging his tongue into her delicious mouth, he pulled Megan into his body until he could feel more of her soft flesh. He released her mouth, moving to her neck. She was so tiny and vulnerable, and his crushing need to possess and protect blasted through him and down into his cock and balls.

He wanted her, wanted all of her. He swept her up in his arms and sat back down in his seat, pulling her down on him. The feel of her round bottom on his cock, even with their clothing creating a thin barrier of fabric, made his pulse pound hard and hot in his veins. He kissed her again—a wordless claim but a claim indeed. She was his. She would be Eric’s, too. His cock was responding to the wiggle of her bottom full on, lengthening to the near-painful.

Two hours was not enough time for all he wanted to do to her. But there was enough to get her hot and bothered, screaming for more. He would pleasure her until she couldn’t imagine ever being without him. Once he and Eric could get her into the playroom between them, she would be theirs forever.

His cravings thundered hard, but he forced himself to relax. She deserved him to be a lover, not an animal. But fuck, he felt like an animal now, with Megan’s fingers playing in his hair, their tongues melding together in her mouth, and his cock throbbing to the brink of painful.

He twisted her blonde locks between his fingers and gave them the slightest tug. Her eyes fluttered and her lips vibrated as he continued kissing her. The little mewl that came from her throat shot up his desire to claim her. As he moved his left hand to the nape of her neck and his right hand to her shoulder, he realized how overwhelming his need for Megan had become in only two days. Absurd to most, but absolutely and utterly true to him.

He released her lips and gazed into her green blinking eyes.

Her cute nose wrinkled. “Why are you and Eric helping me?”

He cupped her chin. “Because you need us and we can.”

And again, he crushed his mouth to hers. Kissing had never been his thing before. It had always been a means to a desired finish line. But with Megan, kissing was so much more and so very necessary. His heart thudded in his chest and his blood seared through his veins and down to his cock. Her lips were soft and inviting. Everything about her was soft, inviting, and so much more. She was his world. He would do anything he had to do to win her and to make her happy.

Ending their kiss, he closed his hands over Megan’s voluptuous breasts.

“Are you sure we should do this?” she asked meekly.

“What? You don’t like kissing, baby?” He leaned forward and gently merged their lips together once again.

Tenderly he massaged her breasts. Her tiny hot pants into his mouth made him even harder, hungrier, and wild with heavy need. He let go of her lips and her mouth dropped open.

Her cheeks were bright red and her pupils were dilated. “Scott, I–I adore kissing you, but—”

“Shh. Let’s just enjoy ourselves and see where this goes. I’ll take this only as far as you want. Not one inch farther. Okay?”

“Yes.” She nodded so sweetly. “I’m very inexperienced when it comes to this kind of thing.”

Every breath and syllable made her chest shiver in his hands. He had to control himself. Keep his head. He must. “Sweetheart, I’ve got the reins here. Understand?”

She sighed and then smiled, inflaming him beyond reason. Then she surprised him with what she asked next. “Will you tell me about that room at your mansion with the bench-looking thing? You know, the room where Eric shut the door when I first arrived.”

“What do you want to know about the playroom?” Scott knew it would’ve been best if Eric were with them right now instead of in Dallas. From the very beginning, their sexual experiences were mainly together. Sure, they’d each had a few tumbles alone, but they both preferred to share a woman’s bed most of the time. When they’d become official instructors at Phase Four, that choice was advanced in them even more. In Destiny, poly relationships were quite normal and even expected.

“I’ve read some books about people into that kind of lifestyle. Are you and Eric…well, are you?”

“You mean BDSM?”

“Yes.” Her tone was tiny and feminine, her scent intoxicating and full of need. “Bondage and dominance is what I am curious about. Is that what you and your brother built the room for?”

His blood pulsed into his cock until the pressure felt unbearable. He inhaled deeply, capturing every wisp of her that floated in the air of the plane. His mouth watered. He couldn’t wait to get his tongue on her sweet pussy.