Becca's POV
Nathan wakes me up gently as we near the outskirts of the city of love and the pilot announces that we'll be touching down in 30 minutes. Speaking of love, who knew waking up to those piercing blue eyes could become addictive. Don't get me started on the perfect jawline or the way his gaze ignites a fire deep within me that I've never felt.
As I look into his eyes I feel my passion burning brightly inside me as my mind begins to think up the positions he's going to be putting me in for the next three days. The pleasure that I hope will drive me repeatedly to a state of madness before putting me in a comfortable orgasm coma.
My eyes soon drift down to his pants as I faintly make out the outline of the anaconda in his pants that will soon be inside me and apparently my body agrees with me because I soon feel a pool forming in my panties as I continue to ogle the instrument that has eluded and frustrated me for the past month.
"If you keep staring at it like that, we might just become members of the mile high club" he whispers to me as his hot breath fans against my ear, but my attention is drawn to the rising fabric of his crotch area as he adjusts in an effort to hide it.
Too bad for him, I'm most definitely joining the mile high club so I start to massage him over his pants, which causes his member to twitch and pulse under my palm as he grunts in pleasure. My breaths shorten as I imagine how good it would feel to hold his fleshy throbbing member in my hand, to feel it inside me, to have him in my mouth.
Honestly, I should have stopped thinking. I'm about to reach for his zipper and finally get a taste when he stops me and I finally notice the horrified look on the face of the lady walking down the center aisle as she covers the face of a smiling 12-year-old who peeks through his mom's fingers at me as my fingers subconsciously play with my nipples which I immediately stop doing as they finally pass by us.
Frustrated, I start to question my decision of using a commercial airline instead of my jet. But I turn around and see Isaac getting hit on by a 90 yr old while the 600 pounder in the aisle sit drools on Isaac's suit.
'Totally worth it' I think to myself as I enjoy the look of disgust and suffering on his face. It also doesn't help that Ryan keeps taking pictures of the entire situation.
"Don't you think you're being a little bit harsh?" Nathan asks as he tries and fails to stop himself from laughing.
"All's fair in war and payback" I reply with a devilish grin as Isaac's date clings to him like a love-struck puppy.
"Remind me to never get on your bad side," Nathan says as Isaac contemplates whether death by sugar packet would be less painful than his current predicament.
He doesn't wonder very long because 20 minutes later as we stand on the tarmac we all laugh at the video of Isaac trying to lean back to escape grandma's eating face by dentures technique. He stretches too far and plants his face under a sweaty breast flab which causes him to shoot forward so fast that he eventually ends up locking lips with granny feel good.
In her words, 'he's a passionate young man, and he gives a hell of a kiss but he's not my type. I'm not interested in a relationship, I'm just looking for something casual'. I look up from Isaac's attempt to wash his mouth with bleach, and I notice a certain queen walking u to us. And just as Isaac spins around to find a different bottle to wash out the taste, he ends up colliding into her lips first.
As we all look on in surprise, she pulls away and says "call me sometimes big stuff" she says with her eyes glued to his crotch for a few minutes before she slaps his ass and walks away.
Let's just say that we're taking different cars so that Isaac can buy some bleach on his way. Meanwhile, the blue-eyed demon and I decide to act one of those back of an SUV porn scenes. With the partition raised of course.
But just as his hands begin to unbutton my blouse for unrestricted access to my breasts, he suddenly pulls apart and we cover up before he brings the partition down.
"Driver what's with the detour?" he asks as he places his hands on the back of the chairs of the two bodyguards assigned for the pickup from our security company.
"Festival on that street, boss. We're just taking a little shortcut to avoid traffic" the driver says happily as he dips his hand into the bag of chips in front of him.
Nathan lets it go and leans back before reaching over and buckling my seatbelt in even though he's not wearing one himself. As he bends down to pick his tie-up I notice the absence of one of the wine corks as he moves to the center and continues to converse with the bodyguards.
As we near the downtown area of the city, he suddenly throws the cork which is now attached to his tie and it sails through the air before passing through the hole at the top of the steering wheel and bouncing back into Nathan's hand. One strong tug later and the top right side of the car is crushed as Nathan flies through the air in slow motion.
I look to see the bag of chips flying into Nathan's hand due to the collision as he crashes headfirst through the windshield. As he rolls to minimize the impact time speeds up as he comes to a stop on bended knee while facing the car.
The bodyguards start to come to as Nathan springs up and dips his hand into the large bag of chips from which he pulls out a pistol with a silencer already attached. The driver reaches across to pull his now dead partner's gun out of his waistband. Unfortunately for him, Nathan is much faster and two muffled shots later, the driver has two new distracting features in the center of his forehead.
Dazed I stumble out of the car and run into Nathan's arms. As we hug the reality of it all hits me, I…. could have died today. All my hopes and expectations would have been squashed, all my dreams turned to dust and my aspirations shot down by missiles.
But he saved me, he knew and he protected me. I'm all for being a strong female but is it weird that I feel this sudden need to be submissive? To do everything to make him happy, to feel everything he feels.
It's an indescribable feeling because I'm not sure there are words to describe this feeling, but I know there might be a general term for this feeling…..
Is this love…?