“He’s fine. Just a little tired after all the exertion last night.” Nisha winks, then pops her headphones backin.
“I bet,” I say,laughing.
A few rows on I reach the bathroom, expecting to find a pokey little room with a silver toilet bowl that smells of bleach. I should have known that wouldn’t be the case. The room is actually really spacious and smells of the White Company candles. It even has ashower.
“How the other half live,” I say to myself, realising that I am now the ‘other half’. Well, at least by association. How times have changed. I pee, then wash my hands and use some of the hand cream available. Looking in the mirror, I comb my fingers through my hair and let out an excited squeal. I’m going to sodding Thailand! How amazing is that. It won’t be long until I am relaxing on the private beach Hudson has told me so much about. Seriously, this has got to be the most exciting thing I have ever done, aside from sex with my men, of course. Although that’s a different kind of exciting alltogether.
My thoughts are interrupted by a gentle tap at thedoor.
“Hold on, I’m justcoming.”
I unlock the door and pull it open. “Sorry, I wasjust…”
Bryce steps into the room, a devilish look on hisface.
“Bryce!” I say, but he places his finger against my lips, kicks the door shut behind him and locks it with his freehand.
“Now, as I recall, there’s a club you’re interested in joining, is therenot?”
I let my gaze fall to his crotch, at the ample bulge I see there. All my men are well endowed, but Bryce, well, let’s just say his cock is in proportion to his large frame. Bryce backs me up against thesink.
“Maybe,” I saycoyly.
“Sweetheart, I am more than willing to introduce you to this exclusive club.” His lips part as he gazes at my mouth then lowers to my chest. Although he’d never admit it, my breasts are Bryce’s favourite part of my body. Hudson loves my arse and Max my mouth, given we spend so much timekissing.
“So how do we do this?” I ask quietly. I am acutely aware of the way his thumb is circling the skin on the back of my neck. It’s exactly the same pressure as when he plays with my clit. A thread of excitement thrums through me at the knowledge of what I am about todo.
“Sweetheart, we can do this however you like,” he says, twining his fingers in my hair and pulling my head back, exposing my neck to him. He leans down and licks my skin from the dip in my throat up to my ear, before tugging on the lobegently.
“There’s something sinful about fucking fifty thousand feet in the air, with people just outside the door, isn’t there, Louisa?” he says as he grinds his cock against me. I groan at the friction, at the fire he stokes in me. With his free hand, Bryce finds my breast and squeezes gently, his lips running across my cheek. I turn my head, finding hismouth.
We are a rush of hands, a crash of lips. We frantically pull at each other’s clothes. Bryce unbuckles his jeans, pushing them and his underwear down in one swift move. His cock springs free. I take it in my hand, gently gripping it at the base, holding him there as I kiss him. He tastes of power and strength and virility. Bryce unzips my jeans and pulls them down over my hips to my knees, allowing me to widen my legs a little, then he turns me around so that my back is against his chest and my body is pressed up against the wall. He enters me in one swift movement and I have to hold in the cry of pleasure as he thrusts with purpose. To get me off, to get him off. Bryce is always a thoughtful lover, he understands my body, what I like, what I dislike, what I love. Today, he senses my need for utter abandon. He knows I want him to take me like this. He knows I need to be fucked. With my palms, cheeks and chest pressed up against the bathroom wall, Bryce slides in and out of me, one hand gripping my shoulder whilst the other plays with my clit. I bite down on the scream that wants to erupt from my mouth with every thrust. The orgasm he gives me has my legs turning to water beneath me, and my eyes rolling back in myhead.
Bryce bites down on my neck as his own orgasm overtakes him. For long moments I remain pressed against the wall, Bryce’s body encasing me whilst our hearts beat and our breaths come out in heavy pants. Eventually, he pulls out of me. He turns me around to face him and kisses me tenderly. Then he pulls up my knickers and jeans, zipping themup.
“Welcome to the club,” he says,smirking.