Finnegan
Her lips pressed against my cock through the fabric of my pants, brushing a soft, teasing kiss that sent every nerve ending in my body into overdrive. My spine went rigid, shoulders locked in and my breath got trapped somewhere between my lungs and throat.
Red.
She knelt before me on the plane. It was dark and for some reason I wouldn't see her eyes, but I could see, feel, everything else- especially that gloriously hot mouth teasing at my cock.
My hand shot out, fingers tangling in that gorgeous red hair, winding the silky strands around my fist. She purred and the sound vibrated against my cock straining to be let out. My hips jerked forward involuntarily and a low grunt left my lips.
She kissed me again, those plump lips pressing against the massive tent in my pants. Her tongue darted out, traced the outline of my cock through the fabric.
Fuck.
