Page 41 of Stormbringer (Tracthesian Academy #1)
M arc waited until they were back on the plane before he pounced on Wayla.
“Gods, you were so perfect even I was fooled, and I knew what the plan was,” he rasped between kisses. Wayla giggled, a free, happy sound he hadn’t heard from her before.
“Your father figured it out though.”
His brain stalled, and he leaned back. “What?”
“During the big shout-out. He somehow figured it out,” Wayla said, still grinning happily. Marc frowned.
“Are you sure? Why didn’t he say anything?”
Wayla rolled her eyes and kissed the tip of his nose. “He did. You just weren’t paying attention.”
“I—but…” That was all Marc could say.
“Don’t fret about it, honey.” Wayla buckled herself up as the plane started rolling.
Marc still had trouble putting his thoughts in order, so he followed suit silently.
Wayla filled the silence with easy chatter.
“I like your brother. He’s one smart cookie.
That seems to run in the Ulrichce family. ”
“Yeah, Tanner is great,” Marc replied automatically.
“I always wished I had a brother. Well, any sibling, but I wanted a brother more than a sister.”
“Oh?”
“I would have to share my toys with a sister, but I always thought I could play with a brother.” Wayla laughed.
“You are an only child?” Marc finally caught a grip of the conversation. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t asked such a basic question before. Now that he was thinking about it, he actually didn’t know anything about Wayla’s family.
“Yeah,” Wayla replied, less happily now.
“Are your parents still together? You could get—”
“No,” she said tersely. “They are not.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
Wayla seemed to deflate and rubbed her face before lifting her eyes to meet his. “I’m sorry. I’m just still not used to…” She fell silent for a long time. “My father is dead.”
Marc yanked his seatbelt off and moved to kneel in front of her. “Wayla, I’m so, so sorry.”
“It’s not… I’m not… I don’t want to talk about it, okay?”
“Okay.” He didn’t let go of her trembling fingers. She sat still until they were leveling out in the air and then sighed.
“Thank you for taking me to see your family.”
Marc didn’t know what to say, so his stupid mouth took over again. “Still want to keep to the fake dating status? You could have a part in all that glory as my real girlfriend.”
“Oh, Marki-bear, I think having the fake part of that is quite enough for the likes of me.”
“Wayla—”
“How much time do we have left? I’ve never had an orgasm this high up.” She cut him off.
“I think we can give you more than one by the time we touch down.”
Wayla smiled, but there was a tinge of something sad in the corners of her mouth. “Well, do your worst.”
Marc hesitated before he unbuckled Wayla’s seat belt and lifted her up. There was a bedroom at the back of the plane, so he carried her over and closed the door behind them.
“Wayla—”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
She pulled down the zipper of her dress and shrugged out of it. Marc gulped as he took in the tiny scrap of lace that pretended to be her panties. No bra. How had he not realized she hadn’t been wearing a bra?
“Well?” Wayla asked when she shimmied out of her panties.
“How… no bra?” Marc just couldn’t think. All the blood had drained to his dick, and there was nothing left for his brain. Wayla snorted a small laugh, some mirth returning to her eyes.
“Chrissy. She spelled the dress.” Wayla climbed on the bed, lay down, and crooked a finger at him. “You coming?”
That, finally, kicked Marc’s brain in gear, and he got rid of his clothes in record time. His dick bobbed happily when Wayla took him in and licked her lips.
“Spread your thighs and touch yourself, sparkle,” he rasped. Wayla hesitated a second, but when he wrapped his fingers around his shaft and pumped slowly, she obliged.
“I’ve never…” she murmured, a slight flush spreading over her face.
“Never what, sparkle?”
“Never watched a man jerk off while I finger myself,” she replied a bit defensively.
“I’m not a man,” Marc teased her, and Wayla stuck her tongue out at him at the same time as she slipped two fingers easily inside her pussy. Marc groaned at the sight. “Have you tasted yourself before?”
Wayla nodded. “From a cock.”
Jealousy flashed fast and hard, and Marc took a step forward. He didn’t want to think about her with anyone else. Wayla seemed to sense the change in his mood, because she stopped touching herself and held her hand out to him.
Slowly, Marc walked the rest of the way over, but instead of climbing on the bed with her, he grabbed her ankles and jerked hard. Wayla gave out a little shriek when she slid closer. Marc fell to his knees and kept pulling until her pussy was right in front of him.
The need to make her forget every other male drove him hard when he dove in. He would make sure she wasn’t thinking about any other dick or mouth but his by the time he was done.