“Yes, spread yourself for me, sweetheart. Show me,” he utters, nearly growling.
I reach back and pull my ass cheeks apart, and he slaps me harder. I hold back screams of need. When he adds the next finger, I cry out, moaning loudly as I buck back against him and the glorious stretching pressure of his fingers.
“Hush,” he says, and curls his arm around my face so that his hand lay over my mouth.
I’m gasping for breath, and I don’t really care if anyone on the airplane hears us. Not at this point.
I hear Shawn loosen his belt and then without warning he impales me. His hard-on fills me up, and he pushes into me as deeply as he can go. With his hand over my mouth, he muffles the cries and moans that slip out of me, and he slides into me as if he’s a jackhammer, impossibly fast and hard. I cannot even control the reaction my body has, because only a few more moments of this and I…
“Fuck,” he mutters as my cunt clamps down over his cock and spasms of singing, sweet, powerful pleasure rack my entire body. My legs shake, and I gasp and strain for breath as the currents of my orgasm glide through my core and tingle down into my limbs. Not long after, I feel Shawn’s cock twitch and then he slides his length out and rests it on my ass. Then I feel his warm cum shoot out across my back.
Both of us are breathless, and he sags against me as I droop against the wall. Shawn removes his hand from my mouth and he grabs napkins to wipe his seed away from my skin. My pussy feels raw and loose from his prevailing thrusts, both from his hand and cock, and my entire body is suddenly extremely exhausted.
I let out a satisfied sigh and turn around. He helps me pull my pants up and then does his own.
“You don’t know how much I needed that,” he whispers, and kisses my cheek and then my lips. “Thank you, princess.”
“I needed it too,” I say, and wrap my arms around him. For some reason the depth of his words soothe me, as if reminding me that this is something real and that he is both my playground and my refuge.
We stand there for a moment, holding one another, enjoying the solitude and peacefulness that comes over us once we’re finished, our bodies spent from the exertion.
“Think you can sleep now?” he asks with a crooked grin.
I smirk, and we stealthily make our way out of the bathroom, gaining a few nasty looks from some of the nearby passengers. I smile and wave at them because who the fuck cares. Join the club, ladies and gents. Then you won’t be so pissy.
Back in the pod, Shawn shuts the door behind me and I curl up in my spot again, but this time I wrap myself in the blanket and lay my head down on the curve of Alexi’s back and finally fall into a deep sleep, dreaming of sex, sun, and Santorini.
Two
Santorini Blues
I’ve only seen pictures of the white buildings and the blue seas and skies surrounding the Greek Island of Santorini. None of them do it justice. It’s a heaven of transcendent white cubed houses on scaled hillsides. Dispersed between them are splotches of green plant life, and the skies and sea make you feel like you’re in a giant fishbowl and the only thing holding you in is the glass eons away. It’s crystal clear; serenity on a whole new level.
I slip giant sunglasses up my nose as I come down the steps out of the small flight plane we’d taken to the island, and I wear a sunhat and a loose sundress with an off the shoulder style sleeve. Shawn bought me cute white heels to go with the little ensemble. Also, I have a giant pack of makeup in a Victoria’s Secret bag and some massive suitcases filled with god knows what to wear. Sometimes it’s too much, and I’m starting to realize that he expects me to wear what he wants. I’m also finding that the more this happens, the more I want to push back. Spice things up a bit.
“I’ll order the cab,” Alexi says.
He’s hardly looked at me the past few days, no less spoken to me, and I’m confused by the lack of interaction. Rhett teases me and kisses me when we have moments alone, but I find that they both try not to step on Shawn’s toes. I wonder if this is some part of the agreement they have. Maybe Shawn’s got first dibs while they’re around?
We walk through the small airport, and I listen to the foreign voices, and I pan my eyes over the people coming and going. There are families and singles alike, and even these people seem relaxed because of the atmosphere.
“We should all use the restrooms before we head out,” Shawn says, laying a hand flat on the front of his navy blue coat. “Do you have to go?”
“No,” I say. “I’ll just wait.”
The three of them could be out of a catalogue; Shawn with his navy dress jacket and form-fitting khaki-colored pants, Alexi with his crisp white t-shirt and dark jeans, and Rhett with his leather jacket and holed-up jeans. Each one is uniquely sexy, and a thrill runs through me as they all stand there eyeing me as if I’m suddenly a liability. Gasp; don’t leave the chick by herself.
“Come on,” I roll my eyes and punch Alexi in the arm. “It’s not like anything could happen. I’ll literally sit right here.” I pop myself onto one of the black benches, and all three of them eye me with similar expressions; distrust, a sprinkle of lust, and maybe a bit of possessiveness.
They glance among each other, silently debating on whether this is a good idea or not. Perhaps they’re remembering when I escaped the hotel and tried to run for the hills. Still, Shawn allowed me to travel to Illinois with Orlando, his driver, and he had no qualms. So, I don’t see why this moment should be any different.
“I survived on the streets for years by myself, I think I’ll be fine for five minutes while you guys take a piss,” I sigh, crossing my legs. I feel the air flow against my lacy panties, and I notice their eyes dragging up my freshly lotioned legs. Oh, how the times have changed. Once I was out surviving on chip crumbs and garbage can meals and the next, I’m on an airplane with three boyfriends consuming only five-star meals.
Alexi shrugs, Rhett winks at me, and Shawn just gives me a steely- don’t move look. I’m tempted to locate the nearest cocktail lounge and start the drinking early. My body craves the burn of vodka, partly because I miss the experience and partly because I know that subconsciously my inner Penny is dealing with the murky waters of her history. It’s becoming harder to press the questions down, but I think maybe a bit longer and it truly won’t matter. I’m usually good at running from the past.
I sit there for a while watching the people pass. Our bags were already sent to our rental home, so luckily all I have to carry is my purse. There’s not much in it other than a few hundred dollars, my phone, a fake license and passport, and some lip gloss. I pull the gloss out but before I can swipe it over my lips, I’m shoved off the bench by someone passing by from behind. The person has catapulted into my side, and we both are flung forward. My purse and belongings go flying, and I look to where the man who has tripped into me has fallen.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry Ma’am,” the man says.
I’m surprised when I look at him and find that he looks somewhat familiar. He has a sheaf of shiny black hair and tattoos all over his neck and arms. His jaw is sharp and his face is square shaped, reminding me of both a goth wanna-be and Gaston from Beauty and the Beast. He helps me gather my things and then we stand and he hands me the gloss and stares at me only a few seconds too long. But I can’t look away from his eyes. They’re as inky as his hair, and I don’t know why, but I feel like I know this man. I check my things, making sure everything is there.