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“I don’t need you to sleep. You sure you’re okay?”
“I am going to be okay.”
“That chandelier shot was insane by the way. Vivienne told me it was the price of a fucking mansion in Texas.”
Piper laughed and turned his head on the pillow. Noah was looking at him. “Last time I saw you I walked out.”
“I remember.”
“I’m not walking off this plane.”
“Please don’t, Piper, that would be messy.” Noah laughed.
“You. Inside me. Right now,” Piper said, pointing at Noah.
Noah smiled and nodded.
They didn’t bother taking off all their clothes. Piper shoved his sweats and briefs down in one motion. Noah got his jeansopen and pushed them down. Piper was on all fours, ass up, and Noah knew exactly what Piper needed, settling between his thighs like he belonged there forever.
Noah got Piper loose with his tongue, and pushed his cock inside his asshole without warning. Piper moaned in ecstasy as he entered him.
“Still so fucking tight,” Noah muttered, voice wrecked. “Even after everything.”
“Shut up and fuck me before I change my mind.”
Noah kissed the back of Piper’s neck, messy and open-mouthed, spit sliding.
“Jesus Christ,” Noah breathed against his throat.
He stayed there, buried, letting Piper adjust, letting the jet carry them higher while Piper’s hole clenched around his cock. Piper’s nails digging into the pillow.
Noah started to move faster. It was not the frantic hotel marathon sex. This was rawer. Noah fucked him in long, deep strokes that matched the low rumble of the engines, every thrust shoving Piper up the mattress inch by inch. The headboard knocked softly against the bulkhead. Piper’s cock leaked steadily. Noah hooked one of Piper’s legs higher, changing the angle, and Piper made a loud grunt and the sound echoed in the tiny cabin.
“Quiet,” Noah whispered as he laughed, smiling against Piper’s ear. “They’ll hear you up front.”
“Don’t fucking care,” Piper gasped. “Harder.”
Noah gave it to him hard and passionately. Skin slapping against skin, wet and obscene under the white noise of the jet. Noah’s hand slid down Piper’s body, wrapped around Piper’s cock, and stroked him with passionate thrusts, tight, perfect, relentless. Noah came first, intense and shattering, cum pulsing on Piper’s ass as he pulled out.
Piper came next in a long violent stream of cum painting the bedding.
“Welcome to the mile-high club, Ashton,” Noah said as he kissed the back of Piper’s head.
Piper laughed, a real one, cracked and exhausted and alive. He wrapped both arms around Noah’s back and held on. “Shut up and stay inside me until we land.”
Noah sucked on his ear, slow and soft. “Bossy, even when you’re getting fucked. I love it.”
Chapter Forty-Six: Reykjavík
They landed at Keflavík at six in the morning, local time.
A woman named Kristín, wearing a pale sweater and khakis, held up a sign with a name that was not theirs. The sign readCristal Connors.
The SUV was waiting outside of the jet to take them to their secure location.
The road went through black volcanic stone and gray moss.
After thirty minutes of driving, Kristín said, “No one knows you are here. If somebody recognizes you, they will not care. People are not impressed by your kind here.”
