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rough, harsh ridge of the callouses on his fingers—the testament to his calling in life as a bassist—and when he lifted me with his leg, I let him tip my hips forward as he worked his way inside my core.
    "Kent," I moaned.
    "You'd be a great lay," he said. "I wish we had more time. I'm going to make you come, though. Are you ready?"
    His dirty words sent shockwaves of heat through me, and I nodded as best I could from my pinned position.
    "Good."
    Withdrawing his hand from my pussy, he released my throat before hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my pants. With a swift, strong yank he pulled down my underwear and my jeans.
    "Stand," he said. "Brace against the back wall."
    Swallowing, I did as I was told. My hands splayed out over cold, vibrating plastic, and the din of the engines drowned out all ambient noise—including the sound of a zipper. When I felt the hot, petal-soft flesh of his cock come to rest between my ass cheeks, I started and tried to twist away.
    A hand fisted in my hair. "You only have to say no, and I'll stop," Kent said.
    I shook my head as best I could with him holding me immobile. Each strand pulling from my scalp stung, but it was the good sort of pain, the kind that heightens pleasure. "Don't stop," I gasped.
    I'm not sure he heard me, but the shake of my head was enough. Carefully he reached down and put his fingers against my slick pussy again, delving into the dark space between my thighs, parting the lips and revealing the inner core with his index finger and ring finger. His middle finger curled and he placed the calloused pad of it against my clit.
    I squirmed at the contact. And empty space was opening inside me. It needed to be filled. If he didn't put his cock in me, I was going to perish.
    He didn't put his cock in me, and I somehow lived. What he did instead was slide his hot, thick shaft between my legs. With soft, gentle thrusts, he gathered moisture from my core, lubing up my thighs and pussy, until he glided easily over my skin. Then, with quick, small strokes, he began to fuck my closed thighs. My eyes rolled and my legs shook. Waves of pleasure washed over me, delectable sensations that only intensified with each thrust, and every flick of his finger over my clit made my entire body jump.
    He picked up speed, his hips slapping against my ass. I could hear the meeting of our bodies over the roar of the plane. I moaned, writhing around his finger on my clit, my hands scrabbling for purchase inside the tiny cabin, and a climax began to coil deep in my stomach, tight and heavy.
    Somewhere far away, my common sense was despairing. What are you doing ? it asked me, but I didn't have an answer. All I knew was the attraction was chemical, something in the water, something in the air. I'd spent enough time fucking a terrible bully and a loser over the past four years—at least this time I was actually getting something out of it. I'd never been fucked like this, and I wasn't even getting fucked, technically. My toes curled in my shoes, sending me up on my tiptoes as my calves knotted with the tension of striving to reach my release.
    Then my back was covered in warmth as Kent curled over me. The smell of him blotted out everything, the cloying scent of tobacco and rum wrapping around me. "Fuck, Rebecca, your ass is so sweet," he moaned into my ear, yanking my head to the side. His lips found my pulse, and he sucked and bit, his hips hammering against me faster and faster, the finger circling my clit harder and more insistently.
    My orgasm built without mercy, something I couldn't escape, even if I wanted to. He felt it in my tensing muscles, in the fluttering of my pussy lips over his slippery cock.
    "Fuck, come for me, Rebecca. Come for me, now!"
    I sobbed, reaching for that release, and when the dam finally burst I shrieked and thrashed against him, my hands finding his hair, tangling and closing in it, holding him tightly against me as shudder after shudder ripped into my