Melancholy
“I know that, Chief,” I whisper. “I know.”
He gives me a sympathetic look, and then surprises me by standing and wrapping his arms around me. I fold into him, sighing and forcing down the wall of tears building up.
“We’re all goin’ to do the best we can, chante. Don’t doubt that.”
“I don’t,” I whisper. “I’m just scared and being a brat. I’m sorry.”
“Not me you need to say that to,” he murmurs, letting me go and staring down at me with those piercing brown eyes.
“I know.”
I give him a weak, but grateful smile before disappearing into the same space Maddox went. I find him standing, staring out the small, oval window. His fists are tight balls beside his body, and his face is a mask of anger, frustration and hurt. I don’t hesitate—I walk over and wrap my arms around his waist, pressing my tiny body against his big one.
“I’m sorry, you know I didn’t mean that.”
“I don’t know what you fuckin’ mean anymore. If you’re goin’ to punish me for what I did over and fuckin’ over then maybe we’re wastin’ our time here.”
My heart twists.
“No,” I whisper. “No that’s not . . . that’s not . . .”
He turns to me, forcing my arms to drop from his waist. “Isn’t it?”
“No,” I whisper. “If I didn’t have you, Maddox . . . I wouldn’t . . .” I swallow. “I wouldn’t be me.”
His eyes soften, and his hand curls around my chin. “Then stop fuckin’ punishing me. I’m doin’ everything I can.”
“I know,” I say, reaching up on my tiptoes to press my lips to the side of his mouth. “I know, and I love you for it.”
His hand goes out and curls around my waist. “Say that again.”
“I love you.”
His lips come down over mine in a kiss that has my toes curling. It’s all tongues, heated passion and desperation. I press my body to his, feeling the bulge of his cock against my belly. I rub against him, whispering his name as my tongue slides over his bottom lip.
“Fuck, stop, baby,” he growls. “Or I’ll bend you over here and put my cock deep inside your sweet cunt.”
“Do it,” I whimper.
“Can’t,” he grunts. “I’ll make you scream so loud the pilot will crash this fucker, and we’ll never get to where we need to go.”
I lean down, nipping his neck softly. “I have plenty of places to smother my screams.”
“Fuck.”
“Fuck me, Maddox. Make it all go away.”
He does.
He jerks my skirt up, pulling my panties aside. Then his big fingers are inside me, thrusting while he uses his other hand to free his cock. My face presses against the window, my pussy clenching with need. Someone could come in any second, and that thought doesn’t do anything but turn me on. God, does it turn me on.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet on my fingers, honey,” Maddox rasps. “So sweet.”
“Hurry,” I plead. “Maddox, hurry.”
He removes his fingers, leaving me bare and cool. That doesn’t last long—soon his cock is inside me, deep and hard. I stretch around him with a whimpered plea. His fingers dig into my hips hard enough to bruise and then he’s fucking me from behind, my face still pressed against the glass. He fucks me with a brutal force that has my back arching.
I bite my lip so hard I draw blood. God, it feels so fucking good.
“Yes,” he grunts. “Fuckin’ yes.”
In and out, his cock burns its way into my soul. Just like he’s found his way into my heart. My pussy acknowledges the invasion with excitement, squeezing and clenching around him until I’m forced to bite my arm to stop the desperate scream from leaving my throat. I come so hard around him he’s forced to slow his thrusts because I’m squeezing him so tightly.
“Holy fuck, your cunt is squeezin’ me so tight it fuckin’ won’t let me fuck you harder.”
I mewl at his words, clawing at the wrists that are attached to my hips. He hisses when my nails break his skin, as my orgasm rocks me.
“Baby, I’m goin’ to come. Fuck, yes. Squeeze your little cunt around me again, oh . . . yeah . . . that’s it.”
He explodes inside me with jerky thrusts and angry grunts. He pumps his cock into me until he’s milked every last drop from his body, then he slowly slides out, pulling me back so he can wrap his arms around me. He nuzzles my neck while his fingers run down my belly, swirling through my arousal before lifting it to his lips and sucking.
“We taste fuckin’ good together, honey.”
“Yeah we do.” I smile softly.
“You two done there? I need to fuckin’ piss.”
Krypt’s voice comes from behind the curtain. My cheeks burn and I turn, burying my face in Maddox’s chest. He chuckles softly, while straightening my skirt and pulling up his jeans. He pulls me out, looking over me before yelling out to Krypt. “Yeah, we’re done.”
“Fuckin’ thank God,” Krypt mutters, coming through the curtain. He gives Maddox a wry smile before going into the toilet.
“That was fun,” I murmur, horrified.
Maddox laughs. “Not like he can say he’s never done it.”
Krypt snorts from the toilet. “Not in a small, confined space with fragile ears around.”