Page 79 of Pretty Mess

“Why?”

He doesn’t answer me, and I shrug, before gathering a brie, tomato, and basil baguette for him. That seems an appropriately bougie lunch for him. When I sit down at the table, he directs anamused glance at the two packets. “I know I said it took a lot to fill you, but that’s ridiculous.”

I roll my eyes. “One is for you.” I push it towards him as he gapes at me.

“I said I didn’t want anything,” he says with an air of irritation and draws his laptop towards him. He looks up when I say his name. “What?” he asks in exasperation.

I’m sure people cower when he turns that expression on them, but I’ve seen him when he comes, so it doesn’t have quite the same effect.

I tap his plate. “Eat something, please.”

“Oh, now you’re trialling manners. What a joyful occasion.”

“I say please for your cock a lot if memory serves me right.”

He sucks in a startled breath, and his eyes flare with heat.

“Is that what you want, instead of lunch?” I say steadily. “Do you want me to beg for your cock?”

He swallows hard, but his question is cool. “And if I do?”

I stand up and move to his side slowly, and I’m gratified to see his hand clench into a fist as he visibly searches for calm. I put one hand on the headrest of his seat, feeling the silky strands of his hair tickle my palm, and lean in to whisper in his ear, “Then your wish is my command.”

I tug on his seat until it spins around to face me. His eyes blaze like blue flames, and holding his gaze, I lower myself slowly to my knees. He spreads his legs, still watching me, and I nudge between them, putting a hand on each thigh to steady myself.

“Please.” I’m startled by the hunger in my voice that echoes the throbbing of my cock. Without thinking I press my hand against my dick, trying to relieve the ache in it. “Please,” I say again, and there’s no artifice—just a desperate need.

He reaches down and slowly undoes his belt buckle and trousers. I swallow hard. His cock is a heavy, straining presencebehind his briefs, and my mouth waters with the need to take him down my throat. I release his cock, and it springs eagerly towards me. He groans as I bend and run my face along his length before burying my face in his groin.

“You smell so good here,” I say dreamily, inhaling his rich, dark scent.

“Don’t tease.”

I wink at him. “Well, you know how Ialwaysdo as I’m told.”

“I do not know that. In fact—” He breaks off, sucking his breath in as I take the crown in my mouth and start to suck. “Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he whispers as I set to work.

Soon his dick is sloppy from my spit, and I’m jacking him as I try to cram his big cock down my throat. I’m fully in the zone, so it takes a second to realise he’s pushing me away.

“Take your clothes off,” he orders.

I spring to my feet, already tugging at my hoodie. I should be worried that the air hostess might come back in, but Mac wouldn’t let that happen. I stop as another thought occurs to me. “What if the plane crashes?”

He blinks. “I beg your pardon?”

I wave my hand down my body. “If the plane crashes, I’ll be naked.”

“If the plane crashes, that will be the least of your worries.”

I put my hands on my hips. “It would beveryembarrassing.”

He’s biting his lip, his eyes twinkling. “We’ll say the wind did it on the way down.”

I narrow my eyes. “Will anyone believe that?”

He groans. “For the love of god, Wes, it’s beenweeks. I want to see you naked.”

His eyes are greedy as they roam over me, and I nod, agreeing with his haste. My cock continues to throb, and I’m desperate to have him inside me. I throw off my clothes quickly, and he makes no attempt to slow me. Instead, he fists his cockand begins to stroke. “Bend over,” he says when I’m done. “Show me that hole.”