Three

Latifa's POV

My mouth parted in an oh, eyes widening and body arching forward as he completely penetrated my insides. I felt him so deep that I had to hold my breath to adjust to his size.

He held on to me tightly and groaned, the veins on his arms visible from how strong his grip was. "You are so damn tight. I'm not even sure if I can move."

We remained like that for some seconds as we tried to gain control of our emotions. My head dropped to his shoulder as I struggled to ration my breathing, the feeling of his thickness too much for me to handle.

"I haven't even begun and you are already tired," he chuckled as I breathed in his shoulder. "Hmm?"

I didn't offer him a response. 

He angled his head to peer at my face, his hold on my hands loosening as he guided them to his neck. My fingers intertwined as they held on to him, while his right palm moved from my thigh to my jaw and lifted my face up to meet his.

The only warning I got after that was the intense lust in his green eyes merely seconds before both his hands gripped my ass and pulled out. The motion was so sudden that my body shook in reaction, a whimper leaving my lips.

He didn't waste time after as he instantly pushed back in, inciting my head to fall back, my neck arching as I blinked, already seeing stars. In the same manner he retreated till his tip was brushing my entrance and pounded in the next second.

"Oh shit," I let out, my voice barely audible as everything in my body seemed to stop working.

His left palm shifted from my hip to my neck, pressing my head into the wall as his lips returned to my nipples. He didn't slow or hasten his pace as he slowly but sinfully drilled my insides, every nerve in my body succumbing to his whims.

"Fuck yes," he murmured in my chest and again bit and sucked on my nipples, his hold on my neck tightening as his right fingers dug into the skin of my thigh.

"Damn it Gareth," I hissed out as he quickened his pace, no more slow and torturous but fast and intense, the sound of his body meeting mine could be heard in the small hallway.

"Say my name," he growled in a commanding tone, his palm smacking my ass, causing my pussy to tighten in response. "Shit! Like that."

"Gareth!" I moaned out as his thrusts grew ruthless, my legs around his waist turning to jelly. The bare skin of my back scrubbed against the white painted wall, my sweat surely causing a wet patch as my pussy dripped around his length.

"Again." He gave my ass another smack and squeezed the plump flesh as he drilled deeper to the point it felt as if I could feel him in my lower abdomen. "Say my name Latifa."

The sound of my name coming out of his lips, breathless and husky triggered something in me that I had to bite hard on my bottom lip to prevent a loud scream.

"Don't hold it in," he ordered and kneaded my ass, his mouth trailing a part to my neck and collarbone. "I want the whole plane to hear you. I want fucking Xander McCain to hear you scream my name."

"Gareth!" I yelled out as he thrust in sharply and rolled his lips, forcing my inner walls to stretch more and accommodate his movements.

"Yess," he growled, "let them know you are my slut."

"Shit," I grunted, sensing a tightening in my abdomen. "I think I'm about to cum."

"Hold it in," he said in a commanding tone, his teeth nibbling at my neck. 

"I can't," I cried out in protest, shaking my head as his hand on my neck snaked down my shoulder, arm, waist and finally to settle on my clit. "No Gareth, please no."

He ignored my protests, I felt him smile on my skin as he began rubbing on the bundle of nerves. I convulsed at the action, my pulse quickening to a threatening rate that it felt as if my heart was about to jump out of my chest.

"You are killing me," he grasped as my pussy clenched around him, my legs beginning to shake from the force of my building orgasm. "Almost there."

"Somebody help me," I said to no one in particular, wetness dropping down my cheeks from the pleasure he was giving me. It was starting to prove too much for me to handle as his thrusts become impossibly faster.

"Now!" He roared and trust in a final time, the power of it so strong that it burst whatever hold I had on my orgasm as I climaxed the same time his hot seed spilled into my feminity. "Shit!"

I could only gasp, my eyes wide as he pulled out, causing our juices to spill down my legs. Slowly he let me down, my legs unable to stand as my body still pulsed from the force of my orgasm.

"Come on." He picked me up, green eyes filled with satisfaction as he chuckled at my limp state and unlocked the female bathroom. To my surprise he carried me inside and sat me down on one of the toilets. "Wait here I'll bring something to clean you up."

**********

Seated in one of the 4 brown couches scattered around the living room of my apartment. I stared blankly at the 32 inch flat screen TV mounted on the blue painted wall.

The 4pm news was being broadcasted, however I wasn't able to bring myself to concentrate at the events being played out and the words they were saying.

The suitcase I used when going to work stood beside the cushion, I had just returned home about an hour ago from that flight where I had a crazy rendezvous with none other than Gareth Jay Evans.

No words left my lips as I sat there like a statue, the events of a few hours ago replaying in my mind every few minutes. Why I was so dazed was beyond me hence this wasn't my first time neither would it be my last time having sex with one of the passengers on a plane.

So the reason why I seemed bothered and dazed this time was something I tried to wrap my head around. Yes I knew the way I slept around wasn't ideal however it was the only way I could have my fun and let out some steam.

"Are you sure you are okay?" My roommate and best friend Clarisse asked for probably the 8th or 9th time as she appeared in a loose fitting black thin-strapped dress. Two plates were in her hand and I watched as she slowly dropped one in front of me.

"You've been like that for almost an hour," she conversed as I happened to be in the same position since I returned in a simple green shirt and black leggings. "I've even finished making the pasta and you haven't moved to have a bath or something."

Gradually, I bent over to pick up the plate and placed it on my lap. My actions were slow and unfocused as I rolled the pasta around the fork and put it in my mouth, chewing but not acknowledging the taste.

"Okay, this ain't ordinary," Clarisse blurted, her brown eyes serious as she dropped her plate on the table and brushed her blonde hair behind back. "Did anything go wrong on the flight?"

I stared blankly at her, my expression giving off a troubled message. 

"It did." She nodded, concluding an answer from my expression. "Did you get hurt?"

I shook my head and put another rolling of pasta in my mouth.

"Oh thank the heavens," she sighed. "Because I'm sure not going to look into any case till after a week."

I remained mute, only smiling at her response. Clarisse was a lawyer, a very good one at that who made sure justice was served no matter how difficult a case was. 

I met her for the first time in court when I was charged by a passenger for assault, all because I pushed him away when he made advances at me on a plane.

The fact I was willing to have my way with some certain passengers didn't mean I was a goat in heat ready to sleep with any man despite age or appearances. 

Most of the men if not all I've had sex with were young and handsome, ready for anyone to boost their ego and spend money on.

"There's only one explanation then," she narrowed her eyes at me in suspicion. "You got fucked."

I bobbed my head, clarifying her statement.

A grin split her glossy lips at my answer and she laughed, snatching up her meal from the table, her gaze unwavering as they fixed on me. "Must have been a really good one to make you dazed and have the appearance of someone who has her head stuck in the clouds."

I released a sigh and swallowed, half of my pasta eaten but not having enough appetite to continue. Clarisse watched me closely as I pushed the plate away from me and reached for the glass of orange juice that was already poured out before she brought our food.

"Who was it?" She raised a brow. "I need to know the culprit so I can access the situation."

"Garett Jay Evans," I spoke for the first time since I came home.

Her hand froze midway, the fork hanging inches away from her mouth, her eyes wide as if about to fall off their sockets.

"I know, I won't be able to believe myself either." I dropped the empty tumbler after downing it's contents.

"Aaah so it was a joke," she chuckled nervously and dropped the fork back in the pasta. "You had me there for a moment."

"It isn't a joke," I said, my voice calm, a total opposite to the way I was feeling. "I had sex with Garett Jay Evans."

This time the juice dripped down her jaw as her mouth gaped open. Being the caring friend I was, I retrieved my handkerchief from my pocket and walked toward her. "Here."

"Give me that!" She hissed and grabbed the small cloth and quickly dried her lips. "You aren't joking?"

I shook my head and offered a small smile.

"Wait." She pushed me out of the way and pointed at the TV screen. "That Garett Evans?"

I whirled around to see a video of the man in question waving at a crowd at the airport, his smile radiant as his green eyes shined at the camera. He was in the exact same outfit as he was on the plane, the realization taking me back to our rendezvous.

"Yes," I affirmed and strolled back to my seat.

"Crazy bitch," she gasped, eyes still wide. "I don't know if I should scream at you or laugh with you or celebrate with you."

"I don't know which to do either," I confessed.

"How much did he pay you?" She questioned, knowing I usually get paid.

"Half a million dollars," I declared, the words sounding foreign and absurd to my ears.

"What in the world?" She asked, her expression one of shock. "He really gave you that?"

I nodded, "I asked for a 50 thousand dollars out of spite but dude said I was too beautiful for that." I pointed at the screen. "Then after the deed I received 500 thousand dollars."

"Fucking shit!" She exclaimed, disbelief written all over her features. We stayed silent for some moments as the information sank in. A minute or so later she said. "Hold up, there's a rumor going around that he's visiting LA today to meet with his future bride's family."

"He's getting married?" I inquired in surprise, pushing away the small pang of pain which pierced my chest at the thought.

"The rumor has been going around for a while," she explained further. She suddenly gasped and I gave her the 'what' look. "What if he's on the next flight with his fiancee and she notices some tension between you two?"

"And you were calling me the crazy one," I scoffed and stood up, shaking my head and walking away from her in the direction of my room door.

"It could happen!" She called out behind me but I paid her no heed.

PS: This is a short story

So I tender my apologies to anyone who might think the story is going a bit too fast🙌

I just hope you fall in love with the characters as I did.

I love y'all 

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