“Looks like the weather might be interesting the next few days so we need to get on a plane early Friday morning just in case things get bad before then. Is there anything you need to move at work?”
Marissa started to pull up to answer, but he made a tisk tisk sound and pushed her all the way down on his cock, causing her to gasp and sputter.
“I’ll just pull up your calendar.”
Marissa sucked in and dragged her lips up his length until she had just the tip between her lips, then sank down on him again until he touched the back of her throat.
Lance thrust his hips, and she took him deeper, causing her eyes to water.
“Looks like a strategy meeting and a conference call with New York. Anything there that can’t be rearranged?”
She shook her head as she licked him from root to tip and twirled her tongue around the top of his hardness.
“Good. Now suck my dick like you mean it while I call the pilot.”
She felt her pussy clench at his dirty words and she shifted so she could grip the base of his shaft with one hand while she licked and sucked like he was the first meal she’d had in weeks.
Her head bobbed up and down and she fought back the tears that pricked at her eyes. The little mascara she wore was bound to be smeared. He kept a hand in her hair but did nothing to control her movements, and she barely heard him talking to the pilot who usually flew their private jet.
She trailed her hand until she cupped his balls. They were tight, and she knew he was on the brink.
Increasing the speed, she sucked him deeper into her mouth.
“Shall I come in your mouth or wait until we get home and come in your wet little cunt?” he asked when he ended his call.
Her response was to tighten her lips around him and suck harder.
His chuckle was low and growly as his hand stroked her back.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire as she worshiped his cock with her lips and tongue.
And it was a magnificent cock that deserved to be worshiped.
“Swallow it all he,” he commanded, and she felt him stiffen further followed by a grunt. Hot jets of semen hit her mouth, and she drank greedily. Marissa wasn’t religious, but if she were Lance would definitely be her God and she his devoted servant. The ability to get him off was a spiritual experience if ever there was one.
When he’d emptied himself into her mouth, she swallowed the last drops and sat up while Lance pulled off his tie and handed it to her. She dabbed at the corners of her mouth before drying him off as best she could. He tucked himself back into his pants and zipped them.
His arm settled around her shoulders and she cuddled closer to him.
They spent the rest of the ride home quietly discussing the changes to their schedules so they could be on a plane first thing Friday morning. Marissa couldn’t wait to start the Christmas holiday with her friends at Solitaire and end it with a wedding at her sister’s. She was more than ready to be Mrs. Lance Moss.
12
Friday, December 21st
Lance
Lance draped an arm around his grumpy fiancee as they made their way up the steps of the jet.
“I know you said we needed to leave early, but I thought you would at least feed me breakfast and caffeine before we left. I got like two hours of sleep.”
He kissed her temple and shoved her ahead of him. There was a surprise waiting for her on the plane, and he hadn’t wanted to wait any longer than he had to for her to know what he’d been up to the last week or so.
“You didn’t have to stay up half the night working. I told you to come to bed early.”
She wrinkled her nose at him. “I had to move all my Friday meetings to Thursday, and I didn’t want to fall behind on anything.”
He laughed. “Just get your ass on the plane, woman.”
Marissa jogged up the last three steps and crossed the threshold into the main cabin.
“Surprise!” two voices said with a unison squeal.
“Holy shit. What are you guys doing here?” Marissa asked as Lance stepped up behind her.
“Lance invited me and Bethany for the wedding. Said it would be more fun if we tagged along to Solitaire and flew to Phoenix with you from there,” Lana said.
Lance kissed her neck. “I figured it was the closest thing to a bachelorette party we could pull off on short notice.”
Marissa turned to face him and threw her arms around his neck. “Thank you.”
He kissed her deeply. “Worth skipping breakfast for?” he asked when she pulled away.
She gave him a cute nod and went to hug her friends.
“Wait a minute,” she said whirling to face him again. “When did you talk to them? Was it last Tuesday at Allure?”
Lance stuffed his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “Maybe.”
Her mouth fell open, and he flashed her a grin.
“You’ve been working on this since before you asked me about Phoenix. Sneaky bastard.”
He chuckled. “Guilty. After we talked last Sunday night, I decided to see if I could pull something off for a Christmas wedding.”
“God, he’s so damn smooth,” Bethany said shaking her head in disbelief. “How do you handle it, Marissa?”
Lance settled into his seat near the front of the cabin and pulled out his headphones before Marissa could answer.
As he was setting up his tablet, she plopped down next to him.
“Hey,” she said, picking up his hand.
He lifted his headphones off his ears and rested them around his neck. “Hey.”
“Thank you for this. You’re ridiculous and I love you for it.”
He trailed a finger down her cheek. “I just want to see you happy, Kitten.”
“I’m very happy,” she whispered and leaned in for a kiss.
“Go hang out with your friends. Flight attendant has breakfast for us after we take off. I’m just going to get into something for David.”
Lance half listened to Marissa talking to Lana and Bethany while he pulled up a preliminary digital profile for a man named Martin Terry. According to David, they needed to have something to use against him by the time he and Emily and Tamara flew back to California on Sunday.
Eventually he would pull Marissa in if he needed to, but he hoped to just let her enjoy the weekend before they made the mad dash to Phoenix where he already had a team working on wedding plans. It would be a small affair, but he was doing his best to make it worthy of the woman he was marrying.
He was halfway through financial records he’d hacked into when Marissa sat next to him.
He closed his laptop and pulled his headphones off. “Everything OK?” he asked when he caught site of her concerned expression.
“If this is my bachelorette party, what are you going to do? It doesn’t seem fair for you to not have a bachelor party.”
Lance gave her a lopsided smile. “I’m sure once Patrick or Hunter catch wind of what our plans are they’ll try to do something ridiculous. At the very least, I’ll have a drink with all the fellas while the subs decorate tonight.”
He laughed when she wrinkled her nose.
“You’re the one who griped about my office not being decorated, kitten. What’s wrong with decorating the club?”