Fleckless

Chapter 19

Lizzie's POV

It gets better every goddamn time. Jake has a way of making me have an orgasm. I love every minute I spend with him. I can't believe I almost gave this man up. After the incredible orgasm, we went to the bathroom and showered. We had lots of sex in the shower.

By the time we finished, I was weak in the limbs. Jake helped me dress and pack. He then carried me outside where a car was waiting for us. The drive to the airport needed to be longer. We boarded the plane and I fell asleep almost immediately.

As I gradually awaken, I feel a comforting hand enveloping me, and I instinctively nestle into its warmth. Blinking my eyes, I discern Jake tenderly draping a blanket over me, his gaze meeting mine as he notices my consciousness.

"Rest a little longer, my dear. We'll touch down in a couple of hours," he murmurs affectionately, gently patting my head before settling beside me.

I stretch my arms and legs, shaking my head with a playful grin. "I've got another idea," I tease him, rising from my seat.

Maintaining eye contact, I confidently take his hand in mine and lead him toward the lavatory, his gaze locked with mine as he follows my lead.

Upon reaching the lavatory, Jake swiftly kicks the door shut, sealing us in for a moment of intimacy.

I lift up my dress and remove my panties. He is looking at me intently. I sit on the toilet. His eyes widen in shock while shaking his head. "What?!" I feign innocence.

He moves closer. I hold my breath. He leans in. He is inches away. I smell his breath, a mixture of mint and scotch. The familiar scent of his cologne washes over me. Intoxicating yet thrilling. I breathe in his scent. My core clenches. I press my thighs tightly.

Jake brushes his nose against my neck. I moan. His lips brush my ear. I bit my lip. He slightly bites my ear. I close my eyes.

"My little minx, you have no idea what you do to me?" His voice is hoarse. The feeling is too much. A moan escapes my lips. He kisses the corner of my lips. And just like that, he is gone.

As I open my eyes, I find Jake near the door, evidently preparing to depart. I'm craving his touch. His lips. His immersive dick. His hands. His dirty words. His scent. His breath.

With a teasing wink, Jake glances at me before slipping away, leaving me alone in the lavatory with nothing but the echo of his departure and the rapid beat of my heart.

My core clenches. My juices are already pouring. I tightly press my thighs. I try peeing but I can't. I want him. My phone chimes and I check it only to find it's from him.

Don't you touch that pussy of mine👿

You can't tell me what to do🙄

ELIZABETH! I want you to walk out of that bathroom with no panties and your juices all over!

I chuckle but, I don't respond. I flush the toilet and look around for my panties. They are nowhere to be seen.

PS: Don't bother looking for your panties. They are in my pocket.😉

"Jerk!" I murmur before walking out. The closer I get to him, the wider his smirk grows. I take my seat and pull out a novel from my purse. He leans in and whispers, "Let me eat you out while I make you read your book out loud; I can listen to you slowly become illiterate." I press my lips tightly.

Jake pulls back, laughing. He's aware of the impact his words have on me, and he takes pleasure in it. I try my best not to show any emotion.

Soon we were landing. Looking out the window, London sprawls out beneath, a patchwork of ancient and modern architecture woven together by the Thames. The city's iconic landmarks stand out like beacons amidst the sea of buildings, their spires reaching toward the sky.

As I gaze down upon the bustling metropolis, I feel a sense of awe wash over me. The vibrant energy of the city is palpable even from this height, and I can't help but feel a rush of excitement at the prospect of exploring its streets and discovering its secrets. London beckons to me with its rich history and countless possibilities, and I eagerly anticipate the adventures ahead.

Upon landing, we met Theo Davis, Jake's trusted assistant, a tall, impeccably dressed man with an air of professionalism that commands respect. He greets us at the airport with a warm smile and a firm handshake, immediately putting us at ease with his friendly demeanor.

Despite the hustle and bustle of the airport, Theo exudes calm confidence as he efficiently navigates through the crowds, expertly handling logistics and ensuring a smooth transition to our transportation.

His attention to detail is evident in every aspect of his demeanor, from the way he carries himself with poise to the precision with which he coordinates our journey. With Theo at our side, I feel reassured and well taken care of, knowing that I am in capable hands as Jake and I embark on our London adventure.

As we step out of the airport, we are met with the sight of a sleek black Rolls Royce waiting for us curbside, a sight that leaves me utterly impressed and pleasantly surprised. Theo, ever the professional, ensures that everything is in order as he holds open the door for Jake, ushering him into the luxurious vehicle. Inside, Jake courteously opens the door for me, a gesture that doesn't go unnoticed by me.

As we glide through the streets of London, Theo and Jake delve into discussions about business matters, their voices low and serious, while I take in the sights passing by outside the tinted windows, marveling at the grandeur.

Upon arrival at the apartment building, we are greeted by a doorman who offers a respectful salute before graciously assisting us with our luggage. The elevator whisks us up to Jake's penthouse, a ride that feels like ascending into another world. I can't help but feel a sense of awe as we step out onto the lavish surroundings of Jake's abode, the epitome of luxury and sophistication. With every detail meticulously arranged, it's clear that Jake spares no expense in creating a truly opulent environment.