Chapter 7 - NC17!
I can do this, she thought. “Marshall,”
she murmured.
He ignored her—better than swearing at her, she supposed.
She hastily unbuckled her seatbelt and turned her body sideways so
she was facing his profile. Vanessa slid
one hand onto his thigh, and whispered, “Please, slow down.”
For a fleeting second, she felt the tension in his thigh
release, but then it was back and the speedometer approached over a hundred
miles an hour. In response, she slid her
hand further up his thigh, and a little inward, “If you slow down, I’ll give
you a blow job,” she sighed into his ear.
The car jerked as he slammed on the breaks. “Jesus Christ,” there was a lilt in
her voice as the car reduced its speed to sixty.
“Thank you,” she replied and moved to go back to her seat.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re
going?”
“To buckle up.”
“The only thing you’re going to be doing is unbuckling.”
“You’re not serious,” she choked.
“I made good on my part of the deal. I slowed down.”
She looked away nervously.
“Shit, I’m just joking.”
“Oh, good.”
“Although…”
She smacked his arm. “I’m
not giving you head while you’re driving on the freeway.”
“How about off it?” he gave her a lopsided grin.
“Maybe,” she taunted.
“You’re a fuckin’ cocktease,
you know that?”
“Only when I’m in a good mood,” she countered.
They laughed, and equilibrium was restored between the two
volatile personalities.
“I’m sorry,” he said as they exited off the freeway.
“Good, you were scaring me.”
“Live a little, I was only speeding.”
“I value my life a little more than for a cheap thrill.”
“Cheap thrill? Oh,
please. You know you loved it.”
“That doesn’t mean I want to repeat it!” she cried.
“True enough. But, hey,
we got to the airport early.”
“Gee, I wonder why.”
They boarded the private jet, and Vanessa started to get her
usual pre-flight nervousness. She did not
like to fly.
Marshall picked up
on her unease, “What’s wrong? You still trippin’ over the freeway stint?”
“No, I don’t like flying.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. I just
don’t.”
“Have you flown before?”
“I have, a lot. I just
hate it.”
“You can sleep,” he offered.
“There’s a bed on board.”
“You’re joking!”
“No joke, yo.”
“I don’t think I could fall asleep.”
“Suit yourself, I’m going to sleep. I got two hours last night, maybe. This plane’s made for touring, so help yourself to whatever.”
“Sweet dreams,” she called after his retreating form.
“Fuck,” she cursed softly.
An hour into the flight, the plane encountered some rough
turbulence, and Vanessa went running into the ‘bedroom’.
“Marshall?” she
whispered in the slightly darkened room.
“Marshall!” she said a
little louder as she stumbled while the plane wobbled in the air.
“Shit, what?”
“The plane is shaking.”
“Turbulence.”
“I know, but…”
“Come here,” he commanded.
“What?” she looked beyond frightened.
“Just c’mon.”
She managed to get on the bed before the next wave of turbulence
hit them.
“Now, you’re going to sleep.
“How?”
“Distract yourself with something else.”
“I don’t get distracted easily.
I was trained to overcome distractions, damn it!”
“Fuck it,” he swore.
His lips were on hers, hard and passionate. At first, Marshall
could feel her fists against his chest, the fight in her body, and the tight
line of her lips, but then he gentled the kiss and felt her body relax as her
fists went to her sides, and her lips opened to receive his tongue. He ran his hand against the bare skin of her
arm, in a subtle caress, while his other hand fanned against her stomach,
underneath her shirt.
“This is wrong,” she murmured as she weakly attempted to push
him away.
“No, baby, it’s right.
Just feel,” he ground out as he kissed her already-bruised lips, and
moved his hand against her breast. “It
doesn’t feel wrong,” he sighed as his lips touched her neck.
Despite her futile efforts to remain neutral and unyielding to
his seduction, a low moan escaped the back of her throat and set the both of
them on fire.
Marshall peeled her
shirt from her and tossed it on the nightstand.
His gaze was intense as he admired the newly exposed skin.
Vanessa was going insane under his watchful eyes, unsure and
nervous, she arched her back slightly.
That motion quickly got his attention, and his hands went to undo the
lacy garment that held her breasts high and tight.
“You’re beautiful,” he spoke softly before his mouth descended
upon her naked breast, kissing the silky skin, and testing the weight of the
neglected one with his hand.
She buried her fingers in his hair, and pushed his face into her
heaving bosom. “Marshall,”
she moaned loudly as she felt his blunt teeth teasing her nipple into a
tightened peak; she keened and her hips raised on
their own accord, desperately seeking friction.
Feeling her need, and urged by his own, Marshall
moved his knee between her thighs, and gave her a smidgen of the pressure she
was after. Her skirt hiked up as his
knee found her heat, felt it as something tangible.
A low growl emitted from her vocal chords, “More,” she whispered
as her hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. Frustrated, she ripped it and the few
remaining buttons flew to various areas of the room. Her hands tickled his bare skin as she moved them
underneath his white wifebeater. “Please,” she heard herself beg; the whole
experience becoming more and more out-of-body and just a terribly torturous
sensation that plagued her body with pricks and flames.
Everything was tight and coursing red-hot as his hands molded
against her hips, brought her closer to his hardness. She mewled and moaned, erotically undulated
her hips as he resisted her—withheld the joining her body was calling for.
Gotta slow it down, he
thought. Fuck, she’s already ready.
“Please, Marshall. God damnit, don’t
tease me…” she yelled through the foggy haze that passion had built around
them.
“We gotta slow down,” he gasped as her
mouth took charge of his own, thoroughly kissed him; with her tongue dueling
with his, challenging his manhood with her own initiation. His body reached new heights of arousal as
she teased him with her mouth, nibbled at his neck and her hands tugged at his
belt.
“Fuck it,” he said to himself.
“I’m gonna give you what you want,” he said to her.
“About damn time!”
Chapter 8