Faking It For Mr Right

My breath comes harder, faster. Especially when the tip of his cock brushes past my clit. It’s impossible to ignore how good he feels. Silky and smooth and getting wetter as I coat him in my own desperate want.

“Tell me what you want again,” Xander whispers.

I bite my lower lip. My whole body shivers with anticipation. I try to hold out, but he shifts his hips closer, presses his cock a little harder against my clit, until my toes curl and my whole body vibrates with desperate need. “Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, and he laughs again, softer this time.

He knows he’s going to get what he wants.

“Please,” I breathe, my voice breathy, hitching in my throat. “Please fuck me, Xander. Fuck me hard.”

His smile widens. He doesn’t even bother to respond, he just lines the tip of his cock up with my entrance and, in one smooth motion, pushes inside me.

The tip enters me with a faint sucking sound, that’s how fucking wet I am. I gasp, which quickly turns into a groan as he continues to press against me, deeper and deeper, rocking his hips ever so slightly to inch farther into me.

“Fuck,” I gasp. “Yes, yes…”

Finally, with one slightly harder thrust than the rest, he pushes his cock fully into me. I’ve never felt so full before. Stretched full of his cock. He drops my hands to wrap both his arms around my waist now, and I kick my legs up around his waist, hooking my ankles behind him as he lifts my body as easily as if I weigh nothing, and pins me against the wall. I arch my hips into his, and clench my pussy muscles around him, eliciting a pleasant groan from his mouth.

“Have I mentioned your pussy is fucking incredible?” Xander murmurs, before he kisses me again, harder this time. When we break apart, he draws his hips back, just a little, and drives forward into me again, making me gasp. “I’ve dreamt about you all fucking week. But nothing compares to the reality.”

I wrap my arms around his neck for balance, arch my body up against his. With every thrust, my pleasure builds. At this angle, it’s practically impossible for him not to hit my G-spot, as thick as his cock is and as hard as he thrusts up into me. Before long we find a steady rhythm, me rocking against him and him fucking me, pinning me against the wall.

I start to breathe faster, harder. My gaze darts toward the door, and I realize if I come, I don’t know how much sound I’ll make. I don’t know if I can control it.

Adrenaline spikes in my veins.

“Xander, I’m so close, but I…”

He must understand the panic in my eyes. A second later, he kisses me, hard, open-mouthed, his tongue swallowing mine. When I come, I cry out, the sound muffled by his lips, his tongue, his mouth. I shudder against him, but he holds me up, pinning me in place as he starts to fuck me harder, faster, on the edge of losing control himself.

With a faint growl, he finishes inside me, and I gasp again at the sensation of his hot cum pumping into my pussy. When he pulls out of me, our mingled juices drip down my thighs, soaking me. He sets me back on trembling legs, and grins at the mess on my legs.

“Very dirty girl, I should say,” he murmurs, and I swat his shoulder, unable to keep myself from grinning, too.

He reaches toward the sink and hands me a towel. “As much as I love knowing I did that to you,” he says softly, “let’s get you cleaned up before we go back out there.” He glances at the door, his smile turning wry. “I’m not sure how much of that was muffled, exactly.”

My whole face heats up red hot. But I can’t deny there’s something thrilling about it too. About knowing what we just did. About how fucking hot it was to do something this wild, in a public place, where anyone could catch us.

Just then the whole plane lurches, and I can’t help it. I scream. Xander’s arms are around me before I can move an inch, bracing me, holding me against the counter once more, cradled safe in his arms. My heart races against his chest, but his pulse remains steady and calm.

“You’re okay,” he whispers into my hair. “It’s normal. You’re fine.”

I sink against him, my eyes falling shut. It feels so natural, so normal, to let him comfort me. To relax in his arms and feel safe. Secure. Still, as good as it felt for the moment, I have to swallow around a lump when Xander finally breaks away, the turbulence past, and reaches for the lock.

There’s something too good about this. About being with him. And the fact that I feel so safe in his arms, so natural…