Chapter 8 is here, and we finally made it to Chicago! Enjoy this! It's not TOO smutty, but it's a nice amount. All usual disclaimers apply.
Her back arched as her nails clawed at his back, feeling him inside of her, filling her completely, moving at an unrelenting pace, determined to make both of them come. Her moans filled the room as he wrapped his lips around her nipple, never missing a beat on his thrusts. "Trevor," she gasped, gripping his hair and pulling him into a fiery kiss, her body rolling to meet his as her orgasm started to build. Her lips tore away from his as a scream of ecstasy tore from her lips as his fingers found her clit.
Trevor looked over at her head on his shoulder, hearing her soft grunts and hearing his name fall from her lips in a whisper. She was dreaming, and she was absolutely gorgeous. He leaned over and kissed the top of her head and gently caressed her face. "Baby," he whispered softly, wanting to wake her up before her soft, breathy moans turned into anything louder. She opened her eyes with a gasp, he smirked as he looked at her.
"We were just… what… How are we still on the plane?" she asked, confused. Her dream had felt so real, and she had the wet panties to show for it.
"You were having a dream," he whispered to her. "From the sounds of it, a very hot dream… about me…" he smirked and placed a chaste kiss under her ear.
Olivia rolled her eyes and smirked, looking over at him. "Yes, conceited, about you," she winked and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.
"Was I any good, at least?"
She scoffed and rested her head on his chest. "If only you knew," she whispered and kissed his chest.
Trevor looked down at her and lifted her chin and kissed her gently, caressing her face and allowing his tongue to push past her lips, their tongues meshing together. She sat up a little straighter as she gently bit his bottom lip, caressing his face.
Olivia broke away, her breath heavy. "You're trying to make me come thirty thousand feet in the air on a plane full of strangers, aren't you?" she asked with a smirk and a fire in her eye.
"Why detective," he started out, feigning shock. "That would be illegal. I'm trying to tease you to where you're ready to come but never actually give you the release until we're safely in the hotel room where I can throw you up against the wall and ravish your body," he gently bit on her neck. "Because I plan on wearing you out, baby," he whispered.
She let out a breath and closed her eyes. "How far are we from Chicago?"
"About halfway there," he said and ran a hand over her back.
She whined. "That's too far," she whispered and buried her face in his neck. Her pussy was so wet it was throbbing and she needed a release. She squeezed her thighs together to try and ease some of the pressure but to no avail. She needed his touch. She needed him. She whimpered and bit on his neck.
Trevor drew in a breath through his teeth. "Liv," he whispered, feeling his arousal growing. "Baby, you're making me-"
Olivia looked up at him with a raised eyebrow and cut him off. "Oh, I know what I'm doing," she whispered and caressed his face. She moved closer to whisper in his ear. "I am so wet, baby, my pussy literally is aching for your touch, for your hard dick inside me."
He looked over at her and kissed her passionately. She kissed him back and felt her desire grow. "Bathroom?" he whispered to her, knowing she needed a release, and that he needed one too.
She smirked and shook her head. "We are not having sex in an airplane bathroom," she whispered.
"Well what do you propose we do to take care of our… problem?"
She took the blanket from her seat back and lifted the arm rest, moving closer to him, resting her head back on his shoulder, her knees pulled up on the seat. "We cuddle," she grinned and threw the blanket over the two of them, hiding their bodies and their ministrations. Her hand moved to the bulge in his pants and she kissed his neck softly, stroking him through his pants.
Trevor closed his eyes and let out a breath, his hand slipped between her thighs and started to rub her clit, he felt her squeeze him lightly. She stopped for a moment and rested his head on top of hers and then went back to what she was doing, her eyes closed. "Liv," he whispered softly.
"Mm," she nuzzled further into him. "I know," she whispered. "Faster," she murmured in a whisper into his neck, feeling him oblige her request, and she followed suit. She let out a breath, feeling her orgasm building. She shifted so he could get better access. "Almost," she whispered.
"Me too." He felt her speed up again and he did the same, before he knew it she clenched her thighs tight together and bit his shoulder with a whimper. Not long after he felt himself tighten and release and he turned to face her and he kissed her, caressing her face.
Olivia broke the kiss and grinned. "Hi," she chuckled and placed a series of chaste kisses on his lips before resting her head on his shoulder.
"Hello to you, too," he kissed the top of her head. "Better?"
"Mm, but don't think that gets you off the hook when we get to Chicago," she grinned.
"I was thinking, how about we share a bath when we get to the hotel? I want to hold you in my arms," he whispered.
Olivia rubbed his chest and smiled. "Stop being so damn sweet," she whispered back. "I'm going to fall even quicker for you."
Trevor rubbed her back and kissed her head, letting his lips linger there for a moment. "I already feel like I'm skydiving without a parachute because that's how fast I'm falling and I can't stop it."
She rested her forehead against his and closed her eyes. "I'll catch you," she whispered. "If you promise to catch me."
"I promise. God, I promise," he whispered and held her a little tighter.
In that moment, Olivia was overcome with emotion, and she buried her head in Trevor's neck as tears welled up in her eyes. "I promise too," she mumbled as the tears began to fall. She pulled back and looked into his eyes and she nodded.
Trevor wiped her tears. "Don't cry, it's alright," he whispered. "Everything is going to be fine. I promise." He kissed her passionately, holding her tight. He broke the kiss and moved his head so he could whisper in her ear. "Let me love you."
She looked into his eyes and nodded. "Yeah," she whispered and smiled. "Just… bear with me while I get used to having someone love me?"
"I can handle that," he whispered and kissed her. "I can definitely handle that."
Olivia smiled and curled up next to him and closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. The next thing she knew she felt Trevor's lips on hers and she started to kiss back when he pulled away. She pouted.
Trevor smirked and kissed her forehead. "We're descending, we need to put our seatbelts on."
She groaned and moved over to her seat and buckled her seatbelt and pulled the arm rest down. "I'm exhausted," she whispered with a yawn, her head falling back to his shoulder and closing her eyes. "Wake me when we land," she mumbled.
He chuckled and gently stroked her hair as the plane continued to descend. Before long she groaned and sat up, opening and closing her mouth. "You okay?" he asked gently.
"My ears are popping," she rested her head back on the headrest on her seat. "It hurts," she whispered and felt him lace their fingers together. She smiled and turned to look at him.
Trevor brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. "It'll be over soon." He squeezed her hand gently.
Fifteen minutes later their plane had landed, once they were at the gate they disembarked and started walking to the baggage claim. Olivia slipped her hand into Trevor's, lacing their fingers together like they were on the plane. "What time do you have to go to work today?"
He smiled when she took his hand, but didn't draw any attention to it. He sighed. "I have a meeting at 1:30."
She nodded. "It's only quarter to nine. We get back to the hotel, have a romantic bath, and then take a nap for a little bit before you go in?"
"I like the way you think," he whispered in her ear as they reached the baggage claim.
Olivia giggled and turned to look at him, she started to say something, but the buzzer sounded, signaling the start of the belt for the baggage claim. "Let's get our bags," she looked into his eyes and smiled. "I just want to lay in your arms in a bath." She caressed his face and winked.
When she turned back to face the belt Trevor slinked his arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder. "Until the water runs cold," he whispered in her ear, slightly tightening the hold he had on her.
She rested back against him and wrapped her arms around his. "Oh, there's your bag," she said moving up to pull it off the belt. She passed it to Trevor who'd moved next to her. They stood and waited for Olivia's bag that never came. "Are you—"
"Breathe baby," he whispered and kissed the side of her head. "We'll get it back."
Olivia groaned and turned and buried her head in his chest. "I just wanted to look nice for you this week," she whispered, tears in her eyes. She was so tired, and all she wanted was to just get back to the hotel and relax, not deal with her lost bag with the airline.
"Hey, look at me," Trevor whispered and lifted her chin, seeing her tears start to fall. "I don't care what you have on your body," he wiped the tears from her eyes. "You're beautiful no matter what. And just like I told you, I'll buy you a whole new wardrobe, you have nothing to worry about," he whispered. "I'll leave you my credit card when I go and you can buy whatever you want, okay?"
She sniffled and nodded. "I'm sorry," she whispered and wiped her eyes.
"For what, beautiful?"
"For crying in the middle of the airport, panicking over something as silly as a lost bag, and costing you more money."
"First off you have nothing to be sorry for. Panicking over a lost bag isn't silly. Okay? And don't worry about the money. Money is no object, whatsoever. I don't want you to let money even cross your mind this week. I mean it, today after I leave go out and buy yourself anything you want. Obviously get what you need, but if you see something you want, buy it."
"Don't think I'm going to go out and spend an obscene amount of money on things I don't really need," Olivia said and wrapped her arms around him. "Thank you," she whispered. "Any other time, if an airline had lost my bag I'd be having a full blown melt down. You're keeping me calm and sane. So, let's talk to the airline, tell them where we'll be if they find my bag, and then head to the hotel and take that bath?"
"I think that sounds like the most perfect plan I've ever heard in my life," he whispered and lifted her chin and kissed her softly, wrapping her in his arms and holding her close.
She kissed him back and caressed his face, letting herself get lost in the kiss, feeling all her problems melt away, all the anxieties. She broke the kiss and rested her forehead against his. "We should finish that back at the hotel… in the bath," she said with a smile. She took his hand and walked over to the counter to give her information and a description of the bag. Once they finished they climbed into a cab and headed to The Drake.
They walked in hand in hand and Olivia looked around in awe, they walked to the reception desk and Trevor nodded at the concierge. "The reservation is under Langan." He said, his hand resting on Olivia's waist. Olivia looked at him and gave a coy smile.
"Ah yes, Mr. Langan, Mrs. Langan, we have you in the Princess Diana Suite, does that meet your liking?"
Olivia was stunned but made no effort to correct the man. Trevor looked at her and raised an eyebrow. She nodded. Trevor turned to the concierge. "That'll be fine, thank you." He was handed two room keys and Trevor nodded. "Send some champagne up for this beauty and myself, will you?"
"Right away, Mr. Langan. And enjoy your stay here at The Drake." The concierge said, and as they walked away he picked up the phone to have a bottle of champagne sent up to their room.
Trevor led Olivia to the elevator and hit the button. "What do you think?"
"Champagne?" she asked with a smile. "Trying to get me drunk, counselor?" she asked slyly.
He smirked and pulled her into the elevator, his hands on her hips as his back was against the wall. "I think I'd need more than a bottle of champagne to do that," he whispered. "A little champagne as we soak in the bath," he caressed her face. "I'll help all your anxieties melt away," he kissed her gently.
Olivia smiled against his lips keeping their kiss going until she heard the elevator ding and the doors open. She bit his bottom lip as she pulled away and winked at him. She looked and saw the door to their room. She gasped and walked off the elevator and opened the door. "Trevor," she whispered and turned around. "Baby," she ran into his arms and kissed him. "This is beautiful," she said against his lips.
Trevor grinned and wrapped his arms around her. "Not nearly as beautiful as you."
"The champagne needs to get here soon, or I'm going to be naked." She had a fire in her eyes and gripped his shirt.
"Why don't you go get naked and start our bath, the champagne should be here shortly," Trevor whispered, his lips moving to her neck.
Olivia moaned. "I want you to undress me," she whispered. "Piece by piece. I want you to kiss all over my body," she ran her hands over his chest.
Trevor buried his head further into his neck. "Fuck, baby," he whispered.
"Mm, yes please," she giggled and kissed him passionately, her hands slipping under his shirt. Just then there was a knock at their door.
"Room service!" They heard.
Olivia smirked. "Perfect timing," she whispered. "You get the champagne, I'll start the water, and then, you can come undress me, and kiss me, and touch me, and hold me." She gently bit on his neck and then started walking to the bathroom, glancing over her shoulder.
Trevor let out a soft moan and watched her walk. He then answered the door and let the gentleman into the room and gave him a tip. "Thank you." He took the champagne and glasses into the bathroom, seeing her bent over testing the water. "Mm, so perfect," he whispered.
She smirked and turned around and looked at him. "Bath water is warm, but we're both a little too over dressed for a bath, don't you think?" She saw him nod. "So, why don't you put those down and come take these clothes off me?"
He set the champagne and the glasses down on the ledge of the tub and walked over to her and put his hands on her hips. "You're so sexy," he whispered and ran his hands under her shirt taking it off over her head and biting the tops of her breasts. Her head fell back and she moaned. He pushed her yoga pants over her hips and watched her step out of them. He pulled her closer and crashed his lips into hers, his hand tangling in her hair. His free hand sliding down to the middle of her back and unhooking her bra, letting it slide off her shoulders, taking her breast into his hand. She broke the kiss and moaned, looking into his eyes. He pushed her panties down and he gently stroked her.
Olivia gripped him. "You're going to make me come again. So hard," she whispered. She quickly took his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants, pushing them off his hips. "Your body is so sexy," she grinned and pushed his boxers off his hips. "Get me in that tub, baby," she whispered and bit on his collar bone.
Trevor groaned and took her hand. She turned and shut the water off and stepped into the tub. He climbed in and sat down and she sat down in front of him and rested against him. "You're so beautiful," he whispered and started caressing her sides and gently kissing her neck.
Olivia closed her eyes and smiled, feeling all her muscles relax. "That feels so good," she whispered and tilted her head and gently ran her hands over his thighs.
"Get lost in it," he whispered to her. "Just let everything else melt away." His fingers moved over her body and found her clit and he started to rub it softly, slowly.
Olivia gasped and turned her head towards his. "Baby," she whined softly. "Oh God," she whispered and moved slightly, reaching behind herself to stroke him. "Please, harder, faster," she begged.
Trevor moved her hand. "Let me take care of you," he whispered. He obliged her and moved her fingers, pushing two inside of her, his thumb moving over her clit harder and faster. Her moans became breathy and he gently bit on her neck. "You like that, baby?"
Her hips began to move subtly into his hand. "Right there, baby," she said and bit her bottom lip, her hands moved to her breasts and squeezed, pulling on her nipples. "Oh, yeah, just like that," she seethed and arched her back. "God, I can't hold on much longer Trevor," she whispered. "Please." She begged.
He gently bit her earlobe. "Come on baby. Come around my fingers," he whispered and kept moving as the movements of her hips. "Ah, that's it." He let her come down and moved his fingers. "I love watching you," he whispered.
Olivia was panting. She fell back against him and pulled his head down. She kissed him and gripped his hair. "I love the way you make me come," she whispered. She shifted and closed her eyes. "You wore me out," she whispered. "I need to recharge my battery."
"Want me to carry you to bed?" he asked and caressed her face.
"Mm, I can't feel my legs, you may have to." She giggled and looked back at him.
"Let's get you to bed, hmm?"
"I won't turn down a pillow and blankets right now. Baby, I'm so tired."
"It's okay," he whispered. "I'll hold you," he kissed her temple. He pulled the chord on the drain. He stood up and got out, wrapping a towel around his waist then helped her up, wrapping her in a towel and carrying her to the king sized bed and laying her on the pillow. He slid in behind her and wrapped his arms around her. "Good night, beautiful."
"Mm," she mumbled and climbed under the covers. "Night.
A/N: Thanks for reading! If you'd be so kind to leave a review here or on Twitter, mariskaxcouric. Also, It may be a week or so before the next update, I move in 2 DAYS, and the only thing I have packed are the pictures I'm taking with me.