Death of a Bachelor (COMPLETED)

#44 Friendship

Lewis bit his lower lip and closed his eyes, trying to suppress the overwhelming mix of emotions bubbling inside him. A small giggle escaped his mouth—quiet and unexpected. He quickly covered his mouth with the back of his hand, as if embarrassed by the sound.

Simone, curled up beside him on the plush seat, watched him with warmth in her eyes. She leaned closer, her lips brushing against his neck, slow and deliberate, before she gently bit the soft skin just beneath his jawline. It wasn't hard—but just enough to make him feel it. Playful. Intimate. Possessive.

Lewis drew in a sharp breath and shivered slightly, his muscles tightening for a second. A slow smile crept across his face as he tilted his head toward her, giving her better access.

"Careful" he murmured, his voice still raw and low from hours of adrenaline, shouting, and joy, celebrating his win. "You're gonna leave a mark."

"I will" Simone whispered against his skin, her breath warm and steady. "I want to."

"Fine" Lewis replied with a quiet laugh, rolling his eyes but clearly not resisting. "Mark away."

She shifted in her seat, she moved even closer and began sucking gently on his neck, leaving soft, warm kisses that lingered for a few seconds before moving to the next spot. Each kiss was slower than the last, almost as if she was savoring the taste of him, as if she wanted to memorize every part of him with her mouth.

Lewis let out a low, unsteady moan—barely audible, but raw and real. His hand instinctively slid around her waist, and resting protectively over her growing belly.

He tilted her chin up gently with his hand, his thumb brushing her lower lip. For a moment, he just stared at her, Then he kissed her.

It started slow, deliberate, but quickly deepened. Lewis parted his lips slightly, and when Simone opened hers in response, he slid his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. It was warm and familiar, yet it sent a shiver down his spine. She welcomed him eagerly, her lips moving with his in perfect rhythm. Then, with a soft, teasing pull, she gently sucked on his tongue—just enough to make him moan quietly into her mouth, a sound only she could hear.

Her fingers gripped the collar of his shirt tightly, pulling him closer, needing more of him—more heat, more closeness, more of everything. It was needy and desperate.

"You're crazy" he breathed, breaking the kiss just enough to speak, though his forehead still rested against hers  "You know I can't fuck you here."

Simone leaned back slightly, just enough to meet his eyes. Her expression was playful, flirtatious—but there was also a hint of daring in the way she moved, as if challenging him without saying a word. Then, slowly, she glanced around the cabin. Up front, Jester, Jordan, and Julien were huddled together, still high on adrenaline, their voices low but excited as they shared stories and memories from the weekend.

Behind them, three Mercedes crew members were dozing off or listening to music with their headphones on. Heads resting against the cushions. Some were already asleep, lulled by exhaustion after the long day of celebration.

No one seemed to be paying attention to the very back of the plane where Simone and Lewis sat alone, separated by a curtain and the soft hum of the engines.

"We're all the way in the back" she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "No one's looking."

Lewis raised an eyebrow, suspicious and amused all at once. "That's not the point," he said, but his tone betrayed the tug of temptation pulling at him.

Simone didn't respond with words. Instead, her hand slid slowly down his chest, moving over the soft cotton of his shirt, until it reached his waistband. Her fingers paused there for a moment, as if waiting for his reaction.