“You want me to go and fuck him next?” My hips moved faster as I slammed myself down hard enough that I would be feeling it in the morning. “I can do that if you think it would help.”
Price gripped me tighter, helping me move as he met me thrust for thrust.
“I know it will help because it always helps me.” He panted. “So let me fill you up and then you go be a good girl for me.”
It was hardly a chore. And a handful of minutes later, when we both covered our screams and fell apart together, I barely took a second to catch my breath before I was sliding off of Price, fixing my outfit, and padding across the plane to my target.
Sinking to my knees, I was careful not to make too much noise or disturb anyone else. I kept my movements slow as I lifted Lincoln’s blanket, gently pulling it to the side so I could access his sweatpants. Luckily for me, he was wearing them, and not jeans, because it was hard enough to pull at his waistband and get it out of my way already. In jeans, it would have been damn near impossible.
Lincoln wriggled a bit as I softly danced my hand over his crotch, but he didn’t wake up. At least he didn’t for a minute whilst I rubbed my hand over him to make him hard, and then I sunk my lips around his cock, right down to the base, waking him straight up.
“Fuck.” I felt his fingers wrap in my hair, tightening as he softly moaned. “Am I dreaming?”
I giggled but didn’t stop moving up and down, swirling my tongue around as much as I could, tasting the deliciousness ofEl Diablohimself. He was rather tasty for a psychopath and it was mildly addicting. So much so that I was already imagining how many times we could repeat the same thing later on in our hotel.
“You wanna let me take over, or are you good doing all the work, princess?” Lincoln whispered.
I pulled off him long enough to speak. “Let me do it.”
“Okay.” I swore I could hear him grin. “You do it all then – I’ll sit here and just watch how good you are at swallowing my cock.”
Lincoln didn’t just sit there. He kept his grip in my hair super tight so I could feel the shivers of pleasure/pain along my scalp. He even whispered compliment after filthy compliment my way, careful to keep his words just for me as I had the tiniestbit of disappointment that we hadn’t all gone to the bedroom to nap instead of our chairs. Not because I wasn’t thoroughly enjoying myself, especially as I felt him tense up and his thighs shake, but because I wanted to do more.
Everyone; that’s what I wanted. I wanted all of my boys. In the bed, in me. I wanted to see how much fun we could have in the middle of the clouds before reality came back to hit us again.
It was on my list of things to do in England.
As I entertained myself with thoughts of future orgies and the taste of my boyfriend, I almost nearly choked. My eyes were watering, the urge to cough starting, and none of it made me inclined to quit. Even more so when Lincoln bucked his hips a little. I tried to take him deeper, forcing myself not to breathe for as long as I could, until I had managed to do enough that I knew there was no returning now.
“I’m gonna come in your mouth and you better swallow it all, princess. I want to watch you take it and enjoy it.” He groaned, pushing my head down further, just the way I liked it.
It was nothing but a whole lot of fun as I finished him off with a handful of seconds more, happily swallowing every ounce of pleasure that he spurted onto my tongue.
“Fuck me, beautiful.” Lincoln instantly yanked me upright, pulling me onto his lap after he fixed his sweats. “I love you, and not just because you can suck dick far too well.”
I snuggled against his chest, practically purring like a cat as he wrapped his big arms around me, holding me tight and panting.
“I love you more, bunny.” I promised. “From now until the end of time.”
I felt him chuckle. “Good. Now go to sleep.” He yawned through his attempts to get his breathing normal. “You’ve sucked the energy out of me, and I need to continue my nap if I’m going to be any good on this trip.”
“It didn’t seem like you minded.” I replied as I rested my head on his shoulder and got more comfortable.
“Oh, I didn’t.” He held me closer like he was scared I would fly away. “I’d never mind anything you did to me. So long as you’re near, I could never be unhappy.”
“Right back at you, Linc.” I vowed, meaning every word far more than I ever thought I would have. “I like having you with me.”
Chapter Twenty Seven
English council estates were a strange thing to experience. Not because I had never been anywhere so run down or poor. But because of what waited for us as we pulled our rented cars – a pair of shiny clean white Range Rovers – onto the pothole covered concrete jungle, surrounded by tiny houses overrun with grass, rubbish and graffiti. And a handful of skyscraper-like apartment blocks.
The sky was gray as I had predicted, and the air was freezing cold. When my men and I got out of the cars, I instantly smelled the stench of stale beer, fried food, and despair. Sure, not every house was rundown. A lot of the small, brick terraced homes looked well kept and maintained. But the entire place reminded me of the poorer areas of Diamond Grove, where the only thing rife through the streets was drugs, poverty and unhappiness at how the world had treated them.
Still, all of that was normal enough for an area forgotten by the world and its governments. The only thing that shocked me is what happened as I pulled out my borrowed phone, checking the house address Misha had made a note of as my team eyed up the area for threats, finding a sort of threat waiting for us.
We were being surrounded by three miscreants, all wearing black tracksuits, black balaclavas and the best part of all…
They were children.
