Page 81 of Over & Out
“Not at all. Should we go to our seats?”
“I didn’t mean that.”
He freezes. “Should I stop, Chris?”
I look at his cock as he brushes it against my clit. “No.”
“I don’t know what things are going to look like tomorrow,” Hopper admits. He tips my face up with his opposite hand, looking at me seriously.
You’d think it’d be hard to focus with his dicknotched at my entrance, my body inching forward to coax it into place.
“But I promise,” he says. “I’ll always keep you safe.”
“Except now.”
He grins wickedly. “If you’d let me fuck you, maybe we’d finish in time for the landing.”
“Okay, go. Yes. Now.”
He doesn’t wait another second. He grips my ass and jerks me onto him. The look on his face is one of pure, liquid pleasure. “Good girl,” he whispers.
“We’re now beginning our final descent,” the captain says as Hopper begins to thrust. “We should be in for a smooth landing, but just in case, I’d like to remind you to ensure your seat belts are buckled, your trays are in their upright positions…”
“Now we’re really in trouble,” Hopper rasps under the captain’s voice as I arch backward. “Because I don’t want to be done with you yet.” He takes my breast in his hand and plants his mouth on my fully clothed nipple. Even through the fabric of my dress, I ache at the touch, at the dampness of his tongue soaking through. I grip the sheets, looking down on this man treating me with absolute reverence. As if he’s felt my eyes on him, Hopper’s gaze drifts up to me, and when our eyes lock, the rush of feelings that jolt through me aren’t just physical. When I reach up and thread my hands through his hair, Hopper’s jaw clenches, his eyebrows furrowing, and his eyes, the need and want, the adoration and almost pain in his eyes, have my heart beating like thunder. Hopper reaches up and grasps my face, holding me there like he has to anchor himself against me. “Chris,” he rasps with anintensity bordering on desperation. The word is a plea. Like he feels the way I do—like I want him closer, even though we’re as close as we can get. Like he needs our souls to intertwine.
I clench around him as he thrusts. “Hopper,” I cry, begging for relief. Each time he pulls himself out, then fills me again, my eyes roll back in my head.
“Okay, sweetheart,” Hopper says, as if giving in. He drops his hand finally, to draw circles over my clit. “My beautiful girl.”
I melt away then, forgetting everything but the feel of Hopper Donnach. What I feel for him is not only edging out anything I’ve ever known, but skyrocketing past what I thought I was even capable of feeling.
“Hopper, I’m—” I’m out of words, that’s what I am. As I approach my fourth—fifth?— climax, Hopper cradles my head, cupping my crown in his wide grasp. “You’re beautiful, Chris,” he tells me. “Everywhere. Inside and out. I’m going to make it my life’s mission to make sure you know that.”
Hopper strains as he thrusts into me with increasing speed, and I cry out each time he relentlessly fills me. His handsome face is strained, contorted with pleasure and need, the low, guttural sounds he’s making those of a wild beast. The wild, desperate look in his eyes shows me he’s lost all restraint.
As I approach my climax, I find myself quite literally screaming—both Hopper’s name and maybe in a tiny moment of terror—a random cry at what we’re doing. I come at the same time as the plane’s wheels hit the tarmac, and the moment he feels me release, Hopper doestoo, like he was waiting for me, barely hanging on. He cries out almost as if he’s in pain, clutching my head to his as his whole body turns to steel. As he cries out my name over and over again.
Then he collapses, keeping the bulk of his weight on his elbows so he doesn’t crush me. His face is buried my neck now, his shoulders still heaving.
The plane shudders as it slows. That’s when I start to laugh.
Hopper looks up, his face ravaged, his brows coming together.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I whisper.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the surprisingly verbose captain crackles through the speakers.
Hopper’s face splits in a grin then too, and as the plane begins to slow, Hopper rolling off me, we’re both laughing so hard we’re wheezing.
“I’d like to thank you for flying with us. This is your captain, over and out.”
“Over and out,” Hopper says as he breathes hard. His smile drops as he stares at my face, smoothing away the hair sticking to my skin. Then his lips curl up and he slides down to kiss my swollen clit, giving it one last stroke of his tongue. “I’ll be seeing you againverysoon,” he says. I launch into another laughing fit, even as pleasure I thought was spent ripples through me.
“Over and fuckingout.”I say on a dreamy, still-laughing exhale.
Chapter 27
Hopper
