Pieces of Perfect (2 page)

“Thank you,” he replied dismissively, without moving the tray.
 

Oh, for the love of God, Karen,
Kristen, whatever the hell your name is!  Just leave already!
Don’t you have to go make sure people’s seats are up or some shit?

I gripped the armrest tightly and tried to control my racing heartbeat, which was causing my breath to quicken.
 With
Karen/Kristen
gone, I squirmed in my seat and moved my skirt up to give him better access, finally accepting what I had probably known all along. I was going to give him exactly what he wanted, because I wanted it too.  

He leaned into my neck and breathed heavily against it.
 “Do you have any idea how fucking hard I am right now?” he asked, as he began to pump his fingers more roughly, swirling them inside me.  “Listen to how wet you are when I move inside you.”  I could feel the soft hairs on his face graze my ear as he spoke.

With his left hand, he picked up my drink and I urgently tilted my head back.
 “Now swallow,” he insisted, placing the cool glass to my lips.

I did as I was told, drinking quickly as the alcohol burned my throat.
 In my urgency, a little dribbled down my chin, and he wasted no time leaning in to suck it off my skin before dragging his tongue up to let it graze my mouth. I parted my lips, inviting his tongue to invade.   When it didn't,
disappointment washed over me briefly, but the feeling was quickly replaced by need.

He was right about one thing though.
 I needed to loosen up.  Mentally. I needed something to help me relax, allow me to enjoy a side of myself I had never even met before.  Of course, the orgasm that I could feel building steadily inside me was beginning to do the trick.

He put the glass down gently.
 “Now where were we?” he whispered.  “Oh, that’s right, I was bringing you so close to climaxing, and you were about to beg me not to stop.  You remember my name, right, doll?”

Stop?
 What was this talk of stopping?  

I hoped he wouldn’t really leave me wanting because there was no way I was going to
beg
him for anything, and I was definitely not about to say his name. That would give him way too much satisfaction.

When I said nothing, he pulled out a little, leaving just the tip of one finger barely inside me.
 
Oh, he really knew how to be a fucking tease!
 I couldn’t let him stop now.  We were about to land any minute.  We were running out of time.  I moved the blanket to cover his lap too, and began to palm him through his jeans with my left hand.  He wasn’t kidding either.  He was as hard as stone.   

I began to move my hand back and forth quickly over the fly of his jeans and he responded as I’d hoped.
 “Fuck, that feels good,” he groaned into my neck.  His fingers again plunged deep inside me and his palm pressed against my clit, rubbing me vigorously as my impending orgasm approached.  As the landing gear touched down and the plane braked, his palm pushed harder against me and the vibrations of the plane nearly pushed me over the edge.  I quickly loosened his belt, frantically shoving my hand in his pants.   My mind flashed back to the “big head” comment and, from what I could feel, he seemed right on target with that observation.

Suddenly, he pulled my hand out and held onto my wrist roughly for a second before letting go and reaching across my chest to grab my hair and pull my face gently toward the window as his body pushed against me.

You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!

I was so close that I was beginning to second guess the “not begging” promise I had made to myself only moments earlier.

“Oh, no, darling.   There is no way I’m gonna come in my pants after all this, and if you touch me anymore, I promise I’ll have no choice in the matter,” he whispered amusedly as his mouth pressed against my ear.  “And you’re not gonna come here either.  That’s not how this is gonna end.  I
will
fuck you when we get off this plane.  And this time you
will
say my name and beg me not to stop.  You understand?”  He released me and withdrew his fingers completely as the plane came to a halt.

I said nothing.
 This guy had some fucking nerve.

“Welcome to Philadelphia,” the pilot announced.
 “Current time is 2:32 AM.  And the current temperature is 23 degrees.  We hope you had an enjoyable flight.  Please take a look around your seating area and take note of any trash you may have left behind before getting off.”

The pilot’s words hit home as I watched this stranger fix his belt, hand me his drink, and stand up as if nothing had happened.
 I grabbed what was left of his drink and downed that too.  I was a fucking mess.  I took a brush out of my purse and combed my now disheveled hair while I waited to stand up and get my bag.  

What the fuck had just happened?
 And more importantly, what was about to happen?
 

I had never let any man have this much power over me, sexually or otherwise.
 But he was so commanding, so strong, and—dear God—so fucking sexy.  I couldn’t help but stare at his sculpted stomach as he reached up to grab a bag and hand it to the old woman who was still unaware that she had nearly been part of a threesome only a few moments before.  As he placed my bag on the aisle seat, I became instantly mortified.  He unzipped it and carefully slid in the rest of my blue lace thong that must have been sticking out of the side compartment ever since it had fallen on his foot during my check-in fiasco.

Grabbing my bag off the seat, I scooted out to stand in front of him without saying a word.
 I was tired, annoyed, and desperately in need of an orgasm.  He had left me hollowed and needy and I was pissed.  As the line began to move, I walked quickly to the front of the plane to increase the distance between us.  I was about to turn and exit, when I felt a forceful arm reach around my waist pull me against him.  I couldn’t ignore his erection pressing up against my lower back.  

“You ready to get off?” he asked loudly enough for the people nearby to hear.
 He was clearly impressed with his play on words.

I ignored his attempt at humor and exited the gate as fast as I could.
 When I realized I still hadn’t lost him, I was determined to find the most serious voice I could conjure up in the middle of the night when I was slightly drunk and so horny that I was nearly delirious.  “I can’t do this,” I insisted.  “I can’t just fuck some stranger in the Philadelphia airport at 2:45 in the morning.”  Had that convinced him?  It certainly sounded more persuasive than my half-assed attempt on the plane.

I didn’t wait for him to respond.
 I turned to leave toward baggage claim when he grabbed hold of my bicep and pulled me around a nearby corner and into a narrow, dimly lit hallway.   I quickly took in my surroundings.   The walls were a muted gray with an ugly blue carpet beneath our feet.  To my left was a doorway marked “Staff Only.”

He leaned his hips into my stomach, pinning me against the wall and lowering his voice.
 “The way I see it,” he said, “you have two options. You can go home and touch yourself while you think about my thick cock plunging into you over and over again while I make you come.  Or,” he paused, eyeing me with a playful grin, “you can actually let me do it.”

Well
, I thought,
the persuasive fucker does make an excellent point.

Three

There was something erotically thrilling about his proposal.   I drew in a quick breath.  And as I put my arms around Max’s neck, I prayed that no one would come bursting out of that door.  Though, I suppose some aroused part of me kind of hoped someone would.

I pulled his mouth to mine, demanding the kiss I hungered for.
 His lips spread into a smile before they enveloped mine, his tongue probing my mouth savagely.  In an instant, his hands found my skirt, hoisting it above my hips.  Then, in one deft and experienced movement, he tore my thong away from my body.  I internally praised myself for wearing panties—since I normally didn’t with this skirt—so that I got to experience the thrill of having them shredded from my body.  

My hands flew to his pants, undoing them with a dexterity I didn’t think I had, and pushing
them to the floor.  Jesus Christ! The man was completely nude beneath them!  The realization made my body throb with desire.  I withdrew from him for just a moment to take in the full sight of him.  He wasn’t kidding; his cock was thick.  And long.  I had serious doubt that I would be able to sheath him, but I was damn sure going to enjoy trying.  I continued to watch in awe as he tore open a foil condom wrapper he had been palming and spread the latex over his firmness.  

As my eyes continued to devour the sight of him, he reached around the nape of my neck and gathered my hair with a firm pull, tilting my head up to him.
 He brought his lips to mine, and growled needingly against them, “Don’t forget the magic word.”  

Before I had time to respond, he had me off of the ground
.  He dug his hands animalistically into the meat of my ass as he roughly slid me further down the hall, pinning me in place, wedging me between him and the wall.  I instinctively wrapped my legs around him.  He paused only briefly, allowing me this bit of suspense as I felt his dick at my opening.  Then, he thrust forcefully into me, giving me all of him at once.  As I stretched to accommodate him, I felt an arousing mixture of pain and euphoria that radiated down my thighs and up to my swollen breasts.  
 
Need ached low in my abdomen as I realized that I would beg this man not to stop if it came to that.  I would give him almost anything to bring me to a climax this time.  The only thing I would not do, was say this asshole’s name.

And as he pumped wildly into me, I nearly got lost in him, in the feeling he was granting me access to.
 I had never experienced this kind of passion, need, intensity, desire, all wrapped up in one beautifully sculpted man.  I clawed at his back as I bit into his shoulder blade, needing to feel him, taste him, experience him in every way available to me.  

“You like that, baby?” he growled into my ear.

“Oh, yes. Yes,” was all I had in me as a reply, the words expelled in heaving breaths.  My brain was too busy sending pleasure waves to every part of my body to elaborate further.  

“Mmm, you’re so wet for me. I could keep this up for hours. Is that what you want?”

“Hmmm, you know what I want,” I moaned in reply.

“Then, you’re going to have to beg for it.
Beg me to end this and give you what you want.  Beg me to fuck you harder
.
”

“Please. Oh my
. . . Please.”

“Mmm,” He scolded playfully,
“Not good enough.  Say the magic word.  Say it and I’ll finish you right here in this hallway.  I’ll make you come so hard your knees will quake for days.  Just say it, baby. Who are you coming for?  Say my fucking name.”

But he had underestimated his sexiness because I wasn't going to last long enough to say it, even if I had wanted to.
 
His thickness and the power of each thrust had dangled me at the edge, but it was his words that finally pushed me over.  I convulsed around him, orgasiming so violently I thought I would never come down from this high.  

He thrust into me twice more, both rough and deep as he experienced the same release I had, before pulling back to look into my eyes.
 There was something unsettling about his look, like he was looking into me, seeing what I hid beneath the surface.  Suddenly, I felt naked and exposed.  My legs released their hold from him and dropped toward the floor.  He let them fall, but he didn’t look away.  His blue eyes were hypnotic and I could see how women fell prey to him.  Much like I had.

Needing to break his hold on me both physically and mentally, I gently pushed him back, my hands open on his chest.
 Then, I reached down and lowered my skirt.  He gruffly stepped back, reaching down for his jeans and pulling them up, shielding the instrument that had provided me with the most mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasm I had ever experienced.  

Then, he looked up at me, his eyes blazing and set in purpose.
 “So,” he said, his voice hoarse and raw, “are you going to tell me your name?”

I couldn’t think of the right thing to say, so I allowed a simple gesture to say it for me.
 I shook my head slowly, not giving him my eyes.  

“If you don’t tell me your name, you won’t have the pleasure of me getting you off again,” he smirked.

My voice got lost in my throat.  I didn’t think I wanted this again.  Or maybe I was just too afraid I’d never want anything else.  Sex with this man could become like an addiction, a desire that I would need to satisfy above all else.  My insides already throbbed for him, missing his cock like it belonged in me.  I was already itching for him to fill me again.  I had to get out of here.

“No names,” I finally managed.
 I looked up at him, peeking out just under my eyelids.  I thought I saw his face fall briefly at my response.  But in a flash, his cocky grin was plastered back onto his face, so that I was sure I had imagined it.

“Suit yourself, doll,” he whispered as he leaned in to kiss my cheek.

Then, he bent next to me and retrieved his backpack and my tattered thong.  He slipped the latter into his jeans pocket slyly, and walked confidently down the hallway and around the corner, disappearing from my view.

I leaned my head back against the wall.
 A smile crept over my lips and I replayed the evening’s escapades in my mind.  I took a deep breath, letting it escape from me slowly, as I whispered the only thought
that came to mind.

“Max.”