Chapter 12

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I hugged Enzo and said goodbye as he got on the plane. “Text me when you land, okay?” I shouted, and he nodded, smiling. I was on my way back to my hotel when my phone started vibrating. It was her. I was stuck in hell of a traffic, no coffee, tired as fuck because, of course, I hadn’t slept. I’d been thinking about her all night, and my brain didn’t give me a single break from her. Can’t complain, though. I don’t want anyone else on my mind. It rang once, and I picked up immediately when I saw her name. Sabrina. “Good morning, sunshine” I said sweetly. “Good morning, baby” she replied in a raspy voice, like she’d just woken up, and my heart nearly exploded. She called me baby? BABY?! Holy shit. “Where are you right now?” she asked, like she was planning something. “I’m on the road. Crazy traffic” I said, followed by an awkward, slightly nervous laugh. “Come by my house” she said, almost demanding. Then, softer, barely heard it, “If you want…”. “Okay” I answered before I could even think about how the fuck I was supposed to get to her place with that traffic. “I’m waiting” she said, stretching the word waiting in a way that made my stomach flip. I hung up and completely changed my route, searching for the quickest way to her house. It took me a solid thirty damn minutes to get there–though I did stop to grab some coffee for myself, that weird tea thing she likes, and a lemon pie. No real reason, I just bought it. Oh, and some flowers.

I got out of my Maserati and rang the bell. The gate opened, and I stepped inside. I reached the front door, and before I could even knock, she opened it. “Hey” she smiled and I almost lost it. She was so fucking beautiful–no man I’ve ever been with could even compare. I managed a breathy smile and held out the deep red roses to her. “Oh” she said, genuinely surprised, like she wasn’t used to that. “Thank you” she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. I turned so red I swear she probably thought I was having a heart attack or something. “Come in” she said, gesturing for me to follow her. “I got you that tea you like” I said, clearing my throat. “And lemon pie” I added, as nonchalantly as I could. “Oh my God, I literally love you for that” she said, clearly relieved that someone had brought her that weird tea. But all I heard was I love you. I know she doesn’t love me like that–yet–but still. We sat in her kitchen for a bit, until she finished her tea and I finished my coffee. She was so focused on her phone she probably didn’t even notice I was staring at her the entire time–watching every little movement, every breath she took, every small smile. And whenever she looked up at me, I’d quickly pretend I was staring out the window or checking my phone. I still think I look like a total perv when I look at her like that. But I can’t fucking help it.

“I wanna go somewhere today” she said suddenly. “Where do you wanna go, huh?” I asked, genuinely curious about what she had in mind. “Somewhere close but… new” she paused for a second. “Where they don’t know who I am–and what we are”. I wasn’t completely sure what she meant by that last part, but a crazy idea instantly popped into my head. “Wanna do something insane?” I asked, stepping closer to her. She tilted her head slightly, and fuck–I wanted to kiss her right then. And honestly, every time I got close to her. “Let’s get out of here” I said amd she raised an eyebrow. “I know it’s super cliché, but… let’s take my jet and go somewhere where it’ll just be us”. “Uh… I don’t know y/n” she hesitated. “I have to be in LA tomorrow for recording”. “We’ll be back before you even realize it, I promise” I said, taking her hand softly. “To where?” she finally asked. I smiled and stood up from my chair. “You’ll see” I said with a mischievous grin, “Just bring your swimsuit”. Then I started making calls to get everything arranged.

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She packed a few things she insisted were essential–even though I was pretty sure she wouldn’t use half of them–and we got into my car. “We’re gonna stop by my hotel room so I can grab some of my stuff too” I said excitedly and she nodded smiling. The entire drive, I was completely distracted by the yellow silk microscopic dress she was wearing. When she sat down and it slid up her thighs, I almost lost my shit. I couldn’t wait to have her all to myself. And her? She kept throwing me those sneaky little glances–like she knew exactly what that dress was doing to me, and she was enjoying every second of it.

We eventually arrived at the airport. A few teenagers recognized her and asked for selfies and after that, a small crowd started forming around us. We managed to slip away, following an airport employee straight to my jet. I stepped inside first to greet the crew and she followed right behind me. I told them not to disturb us unless I called for them. I turned back to her and caught the look on her face–wide-eyed, almost stunned. “Holy shit” she whispered. I laughed softly and motioned for her to follow me to our seats. She sat down right across from me, legs crossed. Her thighs were tense, her cheeks flushed a soft pink–and that could only mean one thing. We took off and I pulled a book out of my bag. One I’d tried to read countless times and failed every single one, mostly because it bored me to death–but it was perfect for pretending not to pay attention to her. A few minutes into the flight, she cleared her throat in that ‘hello I exist’ kind of way. I glanced up at her for barely a second, then went back to my book. “So” she finally said, clearly annoyed “where are we going?”. “You’ll see” I replied without looking up. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her standing up. “You didn’t say anything about my dress” she said half-complaining, half-teasing. I slowly lifted my gaze to her. “What am I supposed to say, love?”. “Do you like it on me?” she asked, smiling–clearly waiting for a compliment. “I’d like it better off you” I said, tilting my head slightly, my eyes taking their time roaming over her body. “Of course you would” she scoffed, like she was daring me–like she was sure that wasn’t happening anytime soon. I closed my book, tossed it onto her seat, and leaned back comfortably. “Take it off”  I said, my voice calm, steady. “And why would I–“. “I said” I cut her mid sentence, never breaking eye contact “Take. It. Off.“.

She looked at me one last time before slowly starting to take the dress off. First came the lacy straps sliding down her shoulders, the fabric falling away and revealing her bare breasts. It didn’t take long to realize she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I just stared–eyes wide, mouth slightly open–completely undone by the sight of her. When the dress finally hit the floor, she walked towards me and stopped right in front of me. I dropped to my knees and wrapped my arms around her gently, my warm breath brushing against her skin making her shiver. She swallowed, her cheeks burning red, taking a slow breath like she was trying to steady herself. How long had she been planning to torture me like this? “Get up” she ordered. I started to rise, but suddenly she pushed me back into my seat. She climbed onto me and instinctively my hands went to her ass–only for her to slap them away, pressing me down by my shoulders. “Did I tell you to touch me?” she said, almost angry–but I knew she was bluffing. “No, ma’am” I answered quickly, a cocky smile tugging at my lips. “Good girl” she said, gripping my hair and pulling my head back as she kissed me. I always thought that kind of thing was cringe–something I wasn’t into–but hearing it from her? God, I actually stopped breathing. I pulled back just enough to whisper “Can I touch you now?”. She nodded desperately and that was all the permission I needed. My hands roamed over her body, finally settling where I’d wanted them all along. Her kisses were hungry, her moans growing louder and needier, breaking into soft cries. With one sharp movement I switched our positions, pressing her back into the airplane seat. I kissed her neck, just behind her ear and then slowly traced my mouth down hooking my lips over her breasts. I sucked hard,# and when my teeth caught one nipple, she tightened her grip in my hair. I spread her legs, hands firm on her thighs before leaning in. My lips hovered for a second, barely touching her as I looked up. “How bad do you want this?” I asked. She opened her eyes to meet mine. “Please” she whimpered “I need it”. “Then you’ll look at me” I said firmly. She nodded immediately. I went back between her legs, fully aware of her gaze on me–and I loved it. I teased her slowly, licking, blowing soft air, until she nearly cried out. Then I didn’t hold back anymore burying myself in her, savoring her wet pussy. She was completely mine in that moment and she knew it.

When she was right on the edge, I turned her around on all fours and slid two fingers inside her. She didn’t expect it and my fast, rough rhythm pulled a sharp sound from her, so intense it made a tear slip down her cheek. The second I saw it, I slowed down guilt hitting me hard. But she turned her head back toward me, gathering what little strength she had left, “Please don’t stop” she whispered.  That was all it took. I kept going until I leaned closer and asked her “Can you take one more?”. She nodded, exhausted and trembling. I added another finger and it pushed her over completely. She came so hard she screamed, her body shaking as she collapsed forward and my hand soaked with her. She slumped back against the seat, watching me as I lifted my fingers and licked them slowly, one by one, tasting her. Her eyes fluttered, heavy and unfocused. And then–without warning–she fell asleep right there in the airplane seat, completely naked. I covered her gently with a blanket and lay beside her, until the pilot’s voice through the speakers woke her.

“Ladies, welcome to Costa Rica”

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Heyyy! I know its been a gazillion years since i last updated my story (i have to study like crazy for the most important exams in my life this summer 😭), so heres some smut as my apology 😝 Anyways hope you liked this one and thank you for the patience 🙏

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