Henry knocked on the cabin door and peeked his head in. “Sorry, is this a bad time? Are we interrupting something?” he asked sarcastically, raising an eyebrow as he caught sight of Astrid’s blush.

“Just impressed by Alex’s skills. He really did a number on the systems in no time,” she said, discreetly placing a hand on my slacks under the table, giving my cock a hard squeeze. I coughed. “Do come in, Henry. Perfect timing actually,” I replied, a sly grin spreading across my face as I gestured for him to join us. “There’s a slurp of whiskey left for you. I could use a refill too, if you don’t mind. And if you have a place for me to lay down for a few hours, I’d be more than grateful.”

Henry poured another drink for himself and topped off my glass. “There’s a guest bedroom back here, with plenty of room to stretch out.”

He led the way to the back of the cabin, opening the door to reveal a spacious bedroom complete with a king-sized bed and a private bathroom. “Make yourself at home,” he offered, smiling.

I downed my whiskey and pulled my black hoodie over my head. “I’ll leave you two to finish off that bottle.” I sank down on the bed, exhaustion weighing heavily on me. “Hey, Henry... thanks, man,” I mumbled and gave Astrid a slight nod.

Henry looked at me, noticing the exhaustion in my eyes. “You good?” he asked, genuinely concerned. “Will be,” I answered, falling back against the soft Egyptian cotton with my eyes closed. I dozed off in seconds.

—

Henry turned his attention to Astrid. He grabbed the half-full bottle of whiskey and topped off their glasses, handing one to her. “So, talk to me,” he said.

Astrid accepted the glass and took a sip, feeling the burn travel down her throat. “What do you want to talk about, Henry?”

“Alexander Alaric.” Henry said, taking a seat across from her. She hesitated, gathering her thoughts. “About Alex?” she asked softly. Henry nodded, sipping his whiskey. “When did you meet him?”

Astrid chewed on her lower lip, considering her reply carefully. “We met last night in Stockholm,” she admitted, tracing the rim of her glass absentmindedly. Henry raised an eyebrow.

She sighed, running her fingers through her hair as she recalled her initial encounter with me. “He bumped into me at a club last night,” she explained, her cheeks flushing at the memory.

As she finished recounting our meeting, she caught Henry gazing at her, his expression inscrutable. “Last night,” he echoed, sipping from his glass thoughtfully.

Still processing. Henry studied her intently, his expression unreadable. “And now, here we are,” he stated flatly, gesturing around the private jet's opulent cabin.

He considered her words, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “You know,” he said finally, breaking the brief silence. “This isn't like you. Since when do you fall for strangers so easily?”

“What do you mean, it's not like me?” she asked defensively. “That’s a bit hypocritical, coming from someone who’s had multiple flings with strangers.” She shook her head and added, “Just this week.”

Henry shifted his position. “You know what I mean,” he said quietly, maintaining eye contact with her. “You never were one to rush into things. What makes this man so different?”

Henry's gaze held her captive. He uncrossed his legs, a casual yet powerful movement that drew her attention away from her glass of whiskey. “You've been acting strange ever since he came into the picture.”

“That’s because Alex isn’t like anyone I’ve ever met before,” she defended, feeling a warmth spread through her at the mere mention of his name. She glanced toward the bedroom where Alex slept. “Henry. Come on... it’s been ten years since you dumped me for that Danish Barbie. You have no right to be jealous now. We’ve been friends for years... you’re like a big brother to me, so why are you acting like this now?”

The corners of Henry's lips turned upwards, an amused expression forming. “Big brother, huh?” he repeated, arching an eyebrow.

Astrid’s cheeks flushed. “We were young and never committed to anything serious. We fooled around, but that was years ago.”

Henry set his glass down, his gaze steady on her. “Maybe we should clarify that.” Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees. “First, I’m not jealous, regardless of what you might think.”

“A clarification?” Astrid challenged, raising an eyebrow. “You’ve been acting differently ever since you laid eyes on him.” Her voice held a playful note, yet there was something more beneath the surface.

Astrid watched Henry, her expression guarded. “And that means?”

Henry took a deep breath. “If I’m honest, seeing you with him brings back memories of when we were together. I...” he paused, “I haven’t heard those sounds in a while... not for ten years, to be exact.”

He paused, a hint of vulnerability flashing across his face. “I miss the sounds you made when I touched you, like you just did with him. I miss being able to give that to you. It’s... invigorating, isn’t it?”

“I have no idea what you think you’ve heard, but you’re clearly mistaken,” she said, her tone cold.

Henry leaned forward, lowering his voice. "There's something about him, Astrid. Something different. I don't know what it is, but I can sense it." His eyes searched hers for understanding. "What do you see in him?"

Henry shrugged, "I get that it’s easy to fall for someone like.. him. The way he carries himself and the aura of mystery surrounding him. He's all intriguing and mysterious but Astrid, I'm serious. You should be careful with guys like Alexander Alaric."

Henry leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “And, Astrid... I would recognize those moans of yours in a crowded room, so just... don’t.” Henry said, his tone matching hers.

“Maybe your memory isn’t what it used to be. It’s been ten years after all...” she retorted, but her cheeks flushed slightly as he mentioned her moans from earlier.

—

Something woke me up. A sound. I’d always been a light sleeper. Fuck. I felt groggy and was just about to give in and go back to sleep when I heard it again. Voices... upset... Astrid. Fuck. I stumbled out of bed and made my way back to the main cabin just in time to see Henry trail a finger along Astrid's exposed thigh, his eyes locked with hers. “Perhaps we should revisit those memories, darling,” he suggested.

The possessive growl that escaped my lips startled both Henry and Astrid. Their heads whipped toward the doorway where I stood, anger boiling in my eyes. “Back the fuck off her, Pilot. Or I’ll make the UCSF Medical Center your next stop.”

Henry froze mid-motion, his finger hovering just inches from Astrid's thigh. “Alex,” he acknowledged, his tone measured despite the clear tension between us. “Interesting timing.”

“I was just telling Astrid that she owes me a dance,” Henry replied smoothly, removing his hand from her leg. He met my glare evenly.

The cabin air crackled with the intensity of my anger. Astrid jumped, her eyes widening as she turned toward the sound of my voice. “Sorry to intrude,” I snarled, my icy blue gaze fixed on Henry.

Henry squared his shoulders, undeterred by my hostility. “Always room for one more,” he replied, rising from his seat. “Join us.” As if on cue, the plane hit turbulence, causing Astrid to stumble.

I lunged forward, catching her in my arms as the plane lurched. My muscles taut, primal instincts roaring, I pinned Henry with a threatening gaze.

As Henry and I engaged in our silent battle of dominance, Astrid almost hyperventilated in my grasp. “Easy there, Sunshine,” I murmured, an unexpected tenderness softening my features as she relaxed against me. “We’ll skip the dancing,” I replied coldly, my arm securely around her waist. I guided her away from Henry, towards the room I’d come from.

“No dancing, agreed,” Henry conceded, his gaze never leaving mine. “But that doesn’t solve our problem.” The pilot leaned back, his smirk mocking me. “And what exactly is that?”

“It’s simple,” Henry stated, his voice calm and steady. “You apologize, and then we can all move on.” My grip on Astrid tightened, and she could feel the ripple of tension in my body.

The intensity between the two of us crackled like electricity, leaving Astrid frozen in place. My chest heaved as I breathed heavily. “Apologize for what?” I asked incredulously, brows furrowing in disbelief. “For fucking her in my jet... I’m not stupid. So, what’s it gonna be, Alexander?” Henry taunted, a faint smirk on his lips. “An apology or a fistfight in mid-air at thirty thousand feet?”

I tightened my grip on Astrid, the protective instinct surging within me. “I’ll take the apology from you for breaking the one rule we established earlier,” I retorted, my voice steady but low, cutting through the tension like a knife.

Astrid’s eyes darted between us, wide and uneasy. I leaned closer, whispering in her ear, “Relax, Sunshine. I’ve got this.”

Henry's smirk faltered, momentarily replaced by a serious expression. He leaned back slightly, gauging my intensity. “You think you can just throw down a challenge like that without consequences?” he replied, his tone a mix of amusement and caution.

I met his gaze unwaveringly. “I’m not here to play games, Henry. If you’ve got a problem with me, let’s settle it. But don’t think for a second that I’ll let you disrespect Astrid.”

His posture shifted, acknowledging my resolve. “Interesting tactics, Alaric. But you should know that I’m not one to back down easily.”

The tension in the cabin thickened, the stakes rising higher with each passing moment. “Neither am I. If you want to keep this professional, then let’s do that. But if you keep testing me, I won’t hesitate to remind you of your place.”

Henry raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued yet slightly wary. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. Just remember, I’m not the only one with a reputation here.”

“Don’t threaten me, pretty boy. It’s not worth it,” I said, my voice suddenly calm.

Henry's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing as he assessed me. “You’re playing with fire, Alaric.” He stepped closer, invading my personal space.

“Back off, Wallenberg. I’m not going to fight you,” I replied, my tone steady.

Astrid's breath hitched as she felt my hand at the small of her back, guiding her away from the escalating conflict.

“Alex... your poor, poor daddy must be really proud of you. Following in his footsteps and fucking a working-class bitch just like your mommy,” Henry called after us as I led Astrid away, her heels clicking on the polished floor.

I paused, a muscle twitching in my jaw. “Enough,” I said, my voice low and teeth clenched.

“What, you’re afraid of a little competition?” Henry challenged, his smirk fading as he sensed my firm stance. He exhaled sharply, meeting my piercing gaze with equal intensity.

I leaned in close, my presence towering as I lowered my voice to a threatening whisper. “Let me make something very clear: I could destroy you and your whole family with a single phone call. Now back off.”

My unexpected retort caught Henry off guard. The confident smirk faded from his face, replaced by a momentary uncertainty. “What?” he responded, taken aback.

I took a step back and pulled out my phone, dialing Jacob Wallenberg on speaker. The call connected, and I leaned against the wall, adopting a casual demeanor. “Jacob, it’s Alaric,” I said, my tone smooth and collected. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything important.”

“Alex! Always a pleasure,” Jacob's voice came through, warm but professional. “What’s on your mind?”

“I wanted to discuss the upcoming investor meeting in San Francisco. We ran into some trouble, and I’m not feeling my best—migraine and all that. Henry here offered to fly us on the Wallenberg jet to get there on time.”

“Henry,” Jacob acknowledged, sounding pleased. “Excellent initiative, son.” I heard the pride in Jacob's voice, hiding a smirk. “Now, Alex, tell me what you need help with?”

“Well, Jacob, if you could cover for me if I don’t make it there in time, that would be great. And if it’s possible, I’d rather spend the rest of the flight in silence, undisturbed if possible. I need my beauty sleep, and to be honest, Henry is quite the chatty one,” I smirked slightly, casting a glance at Henry.

The line went quiet for a moment before Jacob responded, chuckling softly. “Of course, Alex. I understand completely. And don’t worry about the meeting.” He paused. “And Henry, son, take good care of him. Make sure he gets there safe and sound. That’s of greatest importance.” Henry shrugged, a cold smile crossing his face. “I’ll do what I can. Let’s get you to San Francisco without any hiccups.”

Jacob chuckled. “Good to hear. Just make sure you keep me updated on the situation. And Alex, take care of that migraine. We need you sharp for these investors.”

“Absolutely, Jacob. I appreciate your support,” I replied, feeling the weight of the conversation lift slightly. “We’ll be in touch.”

As I ended the call, I turned to Henry with a grateful nod. “Thanks again for stepping up. Just try not to make this flight too interesting.”

—

The cabin's atmosphere remained thick with tension as I steered Astrid toward the bedroom. I could sense Henry’s stare on my back, but I didn’t say anything else.

Once inside the room, I kicked the door closed with my foot. I backed Astrid against the wall, pressing myself against her. “I'm sorry for that, Sunshine,” I said, reaching up to stroke her cheek. “Are you okay?” My face was inches from hers as I searched her eyes for answers.

“You're shaking,” I noticed, concern replacing my anger. “You alright, Sunshine?” I brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. She tried to respond but found herself unable to speak.

“Astrid, is everything okay?” I repeated softly, guiding her to the bed. She swallowed hard, nodding reluctantly. “Everything's fine,” she lied, avoiding my gaze. “Are you sure?” I took a deep breath, turning her head to face me.

My strong hands cupped her face, forcing her to maintain eye contact. She could see the sincerity in my eyes, and her body betrayed her as her breath hitched.

As I sat down on the edge of the bed, I drew Astrid into my lap. The unexpected closeness caused her heart to race. My strong arms encircled her, cradling her close to my chest. “Breathe with me, Sunshine,” I said, repeating her own words from earlier.

Astrid closed her eyes, focusing on breathing with me. My warm breath against her skin helped calm her pounding heart. “Do you trust me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

My thumbs caressed her cheeks gently, encouraging her to open her eyes and meet my gaze. “Talk to me,” I insisted softly. She hesitated before confessing, “I’ve never seen Henry like that before. It was... scary.”

Her admission was met with a comforting embrace, and I wrapped my arms around her protectively. “You're safe now,” I murmured, trailing kisses along her collarbone, nuzzling the sensitive area just below her ear. She squirmed in my lap, and I whispered, “Astrid,” my hardening cock pressing against her. “Relax, and ignore that. It’s living its own life. We'll just cuddle, Sunshine.”

Nestled against my chest, Astrid listened to the steady beat of my heart. My strong arms held her securely, offering solace from the turmoil moments before.

I shifted my position and rolled around with her until we were comfortably spooning. My arms were still around her. “Maybe we should try to get some sleep, Sunshine. I think we both could use it.”

I tightened my embrace, her back molded to my front. My nose buried itself in her hair, inhaling her scent. Astrid shifted in my arms, acutely aware of my stirring hardness pressing against her ass. “Sorry, Sunshine. Might need some distance for that to go down,” I pulled away slightly, but she followed, pressing herself against me again.

I growled, tightening my embrace around her. “Sunshine, you're making this difficult,” I admitted. With a soft moan, she arched her back, pushing further into me. “Astrid...” I groaned, my restraint wavering. “Not helping.” She smirked over her shoulder, grinding against me provocatively.

Feeling mischievous, Astrid reached back and unzipped my slacks, slipping her hand inside to grasp my rigid length. I swore under my breath as her cool fingers wrapped around me. “Hey, Sunshine...” I breathed, “I really need that... sleep.” A moan escaped my lips, and I felt my cock twitch in her hand. “Holy Mary, mother of God... give me strength...” I mumbled.

Astrid giggled, realizing the effect she had on me. “Astrid,” I warned in a husky voice. Her hand worked up and down my hard shaft, slowly but surely bringing me to the brink of sanity. “Just this once... I need you to stop, or I’m gonna pass out,” I mumbled.

I extracted her hand, placed it on top of mine, and zipped my pants up. Keeping our hands locked, I intertwined our fingers and rested them on her hip. “How are you feeling now?”

I sat up and pulled the black hoodie and t-shirt over my head, exposing my toned upper body. “Let’s get you out of that dress and jacket and into something more comfortable.”

“Stand up, Sunshine,” I commanded softly. “Raise your arms.” I instructed, grasping the hem of her silk dress. She obeyed, allowing me to pull the material over her head.

She complied, wearing only her lacy bra and panties as she stood before me. I admired her lithe figure for a moment before reaching behind her to unhook her bra.

I removed her bra and slid her panties down her legs, my eyes darkening as I drank in her naked form. “Hoodie or t-shirt?” I asked.

She looked up at me, biting her lower lip. “The hoodie. It smells like you,” she said softly, enjoying the desire flickering in my blue eyes. I pulled my black hoodie over her head and down her curves, covering her beautifully before guiding her back onto the bed, positioning myself behind her and pulling her close.

With a soft sigh, Astrid nestled against my muscular chest, the fabric of my hoodie carrying traces of cologne and warm, masculine comfort. I decided to keep my slacks on and buried my face in her hair, inhaling deeply. “Sleep now, Sunshine. It’s been one hell of a day.”

To my surprise, sleep overcame me, cradling Astrid close as we dozed off, still entwined on the plush bed. Hours later, I stirred awake to the sensation of weightlessness. Panic surged through me as I realized I was falling, Astrid's warm body cradled in my arms, my cock pressing insistently against her ass.

—

Fear jolted through me as I clutched Astrid tighter, panic surging through my veins. I tumbled into consciousness as the plane dropped altitude, my brain struggling to process what was happening.

Adrenaline surged through me, but the realization of gravity hit. We weren't falling; the plane had simply descended due to turbulence. Astrid must be used to this because she was still sound asleep, like nothing had happened. I put my black t-shirt on and sneaked out of the room, deciding I might as well try to get some work done.

“Relax. It’s just turbulence,” Sam’s voice greeted me as I stepped into the main cabin. I sat down beside her without a word, exhaling deeply and closing my eyes. Sam glanced at me. “You look like shit. Coffee?” she asked. I nodded with my eyes still closed. “Please.”

Sam stood up from her chair, filling two cups with coffee. She handed one cup to me and sat down again, looking curiously at me as I took a large gulp. “You okay?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sam eyed me warily. “I know you’re a billionaire and all, but most people don’t sleep in their clothes. What’s up, sexy?” I ignored the undertone in her voice. “Jet lag,” I lied.

“You know,” I began, lowering my voice, “I haven’t had much sleep. How about you?” I kept my eyes on her. “Not really,” she admitted, shrugging nonchalantly.

Sam's gaze drifted towards the window, noticing the scattered clouds outside. “What’s on your mind?” I inquired, following her line of sight. “All good between you and Henry?”

“A lot better than between you two. I saw, and heard, your little... encounter on the security cameras. Makes me wonder who won the dick-measuring contest,” Sam smirked. “He’s a good pilot, and I think that you two have more in common than you might think.”

Sam handed me a clean towel. “A shower might do you some good.” I left the mug on the countertop and accepted the towel. My bloodshot and tired eyes thanked her silently. “Yeah, there are a few hours left until landing, right?”

“About five hours. Maybe six if the weather is bad. Try to get some sleep after that shower,” Samantha answered, her tone softer than usual. She fetched a Xanax from her bag and gave it to me. “That should do the trick if the hot shower doesn’t.”

I muttered a vague appreciation, pocketing the pill as I retreated towards the guest bedroom. Astrid was still sleeping, so I stepped into the en suite bathroom for a shower, swallowing the Xanax with a sip of water from the tap.

With a sigh of relief, I stepped under the hot spray of water, leaning against the marble tile. Steam fogged the expansive mirror over the sink, obscuring my reflection.

Exhausted, I let the soothing jets of water massage my sore muscles. The lingering tension from my argument with Henry began to dissipate as I rubbed my temples gently.

I thought about Astrid—how I’d fucked her, rough and hard against the door to the cockpit. How she looked, on her knees in front of me. Swallowing...

Thinking of Astrid beneath the shower stream, I hardened instantly. Her pure emerald eyes flashed in my mind, staring up at me with a fiery passion that ignited my hunger. Closing my eyes, I let my hand wander, gripping my cock firmly as I stroked it rhythmically. Fuck...

My strokes quickened, eager to find release. Water cascaded down my sculpted body, the warmth intensifying my pleasure. “Mmm...”

—

Astrid woke up to the sound of the shower. She yawned when she heard a moan. The door was slightly open, and she walked over to check on me.

My hand moved faster, the hot water pulsating against my tense muscles as I let out a deep groan. “Fuck,” I murmured under my breath, imagining Astrid's mouth enveloping me once more.

My head tilted backward, and I had my eyes closed as I stood there, fully naked in front of her with my hand in a tight grip around my hard cock. Her mouth dropped. She couldn’t look away. It was the absolute hottest thing she’d ever seen.

With a final groan, I came violently, my hot seed spurting onto the glass wall. I gasped, overwhelmed by the intensity of my release. “Enjoying the view, Sunshine?” I panted, leaning against the cool marble. “Would you be a darling and hand me that towel?”

Astrid jumped, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. “Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you,” she stammered, trying to conceal her aroused state. My eyes widened in amusement as I turned to face her. I extended my hand expectantly, and Astrid blushed furiously, clutching the pristine white towel she’d retrieved for me.

“Astrid?” I said, breaking through her thoughts, my gaze still unreadable. “Towel, please.” She hesitated before taking a step closer, extending the white towel toward me.

I snatched the towel from her grip, drawing Astrid's attention back to me. I pressed my lips into a thin line as I started drying off, briefly noting the flush of color spreading across her cheeks.

I tossed the damp towel onto the marble countertop, my focus shifting back to Astrid. Her green eyes flickered nervously as she inhaled sharply, her body language telegraphing her arousal.

“Come here,” I demanded, beckoning Astrid to comply with an assertive wave of my hand. “Astrid, did you like watching me jerk off?” I asked bluntly, fixing my gaze on her. Her lips parted, a subtle pink hue deepening on her cheeks.

“Astrid... answer me,” I repeated, my voice heavy with arousal. Unable to utter a word, she merely nodded. “Tell me what you liked so much about it,” I commanded, my voice dripping with authority.

Trembling, Astrid replied, “Seeing you lose control.” My eyes burned with unquenched lust, hungry for more.

I saw her hunger grow, her pulse quickening in anticipation. I felt my gaze upon her like a physical touch, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Then watch closely, Sunshine,” I replied, my voice a low growl. I palmed the turgid length of my cock again, tracing a tantalizing pattern with the tip against my abdomen.

My hand slid down to the base of my shaft, gripping it tightly. My grip was strong, deliberate as I tugged on it, provoking another moan. As I circled the head of my cock teasingly, Astrid felt her heart pound like a drum in her chest. The sight of me standing there, nude and confident, was breathtaking.

Her eyes followed my movements, captivated by the raw hunger in my gaze. “Like this, Sunshine?” I taunted, my strokes speeding up.

Astrid bit her lower lip, holding her breath as she watched me touch myself. My strokes grew faster, my breathing heavier, and suddenly I let out a low grunt. “Ah, fuck!”

“Keep watching, Sunshine,” I instructed, my hand moving faster as I tugged myself harder. Her cheeks flushed brighter, and her breath hitched as she watched me. My strokes became more aggressive, and I could feel my control slipping. “Can I help you with that?” she whispered, her eyes locking with mine.

I smirked, a slight dimple appearing on my cheek. “You think I need help, Sunshine?” I asked, one eyebrow quirking upward. “Exactly how are you planning to do that?” I breathed, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth.

My blue eyes pierced hers. “Tugging a cock is hardly rocket science. Tell you what, though, how about you take the lead and show me how skilled your pretty little hands really are?

Astrid inhaled sharply at my words. I expected her to perform for me, the same way I had done for her moments ago. Was she ready? Could she be this bold? What would happen if she failed? Her cheeks flushed with arousal and nervousness. “I... um...” she stuttered, suddenly self-conscious under my intense scrutiny.

I smirked, relishing the hesitation in her voice. “Afraid, Sunshine?” I asked, one eyebrow quirking upward. “I’m waiting,” I prompted, watching as her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

“I... I could probably manage that,” Astrid murmured shyly, a spark igniting in her eyes. I leaned against the cool marble wall, regarding her with a mixture of expectation and amusement. “Is that so?”

“Show me,” I urged, crossing my arms. I watched her through hooded eyes as she nibbled her lower lip, clearly torn between shame and excitement. I pumped my cock, savoring her wide-eyed fascination. “Take off your clothes, Sunshine,” I ordered gruffly, my voice thick with desire. “Now.”

Astrid took a deep breath, her cheeks flushed with arousal and nervousness. She swallowed hard, well aware she lacked my strong confidence and boldness.

My eyes darkened, my voice dropping to a low growl. “Astrid, take off the hoodie and your panties,” I ordered. Wordlessly, she complied, pulling the black garment over her head and slipping out of her lacy underwear.

“Come here,” I commanded, beckoning her toward me. Reluctant yet drawn in, Astrid approached, stopping directly in front of me. My head tilted back, and my hazy blue eyes locked onto hers as I began to stroke my cock with renewed vigor. I uttered a groan, letting out a gasping whisper, “Touch yourself, Sunshine.”

My hunger was evident; my breaths grew shallow, eyes focused on her delicate hand toying between her thighs. “Now your other hand,” I commanded, my tone rougher.

Astrid slowly traced circles around her aroused clit, her pinky brushing the engorged tip of my cock. Arousal dripped down her inner thighs as I jerked myself harder, every muscle tensed and vibrating.

Reaching forward, I grabbed Astrid's forearm. She gasped as I tugged it toward me, unceremoniously replacing my hand with hers on my swollen member. “Put your fingers around my cock, Astrid,” I whispered, barely more than a breath.

She wrapped her fingers tentatively around my throbbing length, hesitant and uncertain. “Good girl,” I groaned as I guided her movements over my hard shaft. “Slow at first, Sunshine.” Her fingers trembled as she slowly moved her hand, inching downward toward its base. I exhaled harshly, a low moan rumbling in my chest.

I let out a deep groan, the sensations coursing through me from her inexperienced touch both exhilarating and frustrating. I tightened my grip on her arm, guiding her motions over my length.

Her knuckles grazed against my balls, eliciting a deep-throated growl. “Harder, Sunshine,” I ground out, my hand still guiding hers.

Astrid hesitated before she began moving her hand again, this time firmer and faster. I grunted approvingly, thrusting into her grip.

Inhaling sharply, she increased her pace, stroking my cock vigorously. “That’s it,” I grunted, my hips thrusting in tandem with her hand. My grip on her arm was painful, demanding.

My breath hitched, my stomach twisting into knots of pleasure. “Goddamn, sunsh—” A sudden knock at the door interrupted my words.

Astrid paused mid-stroke, her grip tightening reflexively as the knock echoed through the bathroom. My eyes flew open, a frustrated growl escaping my lips. “Who told you to stop? Keep... going, Sunshine.”

I leaned in close, whispering hoarsely, “I didn’t say you could stop touching me.” My breath fanned against her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

I leaned in, gripping her wrist tightly and guiding her hand up and down my pulsing cock. ”Ignoring the knocking,” I whispered urgently, “Move your fingers, Astrid.”

Without hesitating, she resumed pumping my cock, her grip tightening as I continued to thrust into her hand.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come,” I panted, my movements growing erratic as I drove into her hand. “Make me come, Sunshine,” I growled. “I’m... close...”

The pounding on the door grew louder, followed by a muffled voice. “Hey, you two awake?” It was Henry. “Astrid,” I rasped, drawing her gaze upward. “Don’t you dare take your eyes off me,” I commanded, my breaths ragged as I hovered on the precipice. “Now stroke me hard, Sunshine,” I begged urgently.

Astrid faltered, her eyes flickering between the door and me. “Ignore him,” I snapped, my hips jutting forward. My cock twitched in her hand, begging for release. Astrid's grip tightened as she pumped furiously, disregarding the persistent knocking at the door. “Almost there, Sunshine,” I urged, barely controlling my harsh breathing.

The battering against the wooden door continued relentlessly. “He’s persistent, I’ll give him that,” I commented through gritted teeth. I kept thrusting into Astrid's fist, my gaze locked on hers.

“Tell him to fuck off, or I will,” I muttered as I gripped her hand tighter, guiding her motion. “Oh, gods, I’m close,” I groaned. The knocking persisted, frustration lacing each blow.

Astrid swallowed hard, her hands trembling as my scorching touch directed her. “Answer him, Sunshine,” I encouraged, my voice strained.

Astrid gathered all her courage, trying to appear nonchalant. “Not now, Henry,” she called out, hoping her voice didn’t betray the intensity of the moment.

“Astrid, keep going,” I urged, ignoring the rattling knob and hammering against the door. “Don’t stop until I tell you to.” I groaned loudly, my balls drawing up tight.

“Open up, Astrid. It’s urgent,” Henry called through the door, desperation now audible in his voice. “Give us a moment, Henry!” she called back.

“Fuck! Don’t you dare stop!” The tension in my body built to a crescendo, despite the noise. I snarled, “One more word, Henry, and you’ll wish you’d stayed in Sweden!” I paused for a breath before continuing to guide her hand on my cock.

Astrid glanced briefly at the door, my choked groan cutting through her thoughts. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I warned, my eyes darkening with lust and frustration.

“Keep going... oh fuck, sunsh—” My head rolled back, my breathing fast as I orgasmed, spraying ropes of semen all over her hand and abdomen with a loud groan as my body convulsed from the waves of pleasure.

—

As I came back down to earth, I released my grip on Astrid's arm and picked up a towel from the sink. I quickly wiped myself off before turning to her. “Clean up, Sunshine.”

I left the bathroom and grabbed a pair of boxers and jeans from my suitcase, quickly putting them on.

Taking a deep breath, I straightened up, my chest bare and muscular. I crossed my arms, looking resolute as I opened the door. “What’s so urgent, pretty boy?” I smirked, blocking Henry from entering.

My blue eyes burned into the other man's as I loomed in the doorway. Henry scowled, clearly unsatisfied with my less-than-courteous greeting. “Where's Astrid?” he asked, barging past me to enter the room.

Henry scanned the room, his gaze falling upon Astrid's discarded clothes and the bathroom door ajar. “What’s going on here?” she asked, looking between both of us.

Henry's smirk vanished, his gaze darting between me and Astrid. "Henry, what’s going on?" she asked cautiously, curious as to why he was in such a tense confrontation with me.

“I... was just checking on Alex. My dad wondered how it was going with that migraine of his... and I thought both of you could use some breakfast, so hurry before the coffee gets cold.”

"Breakfast sounds perfect. I’m starving. And tell Jacob that I’m feeling much better. Thank you." I chimed in before Astrid could protest. "Now could you give us a minute, Henry? Astrid needs to get dressed.” Henry shrugged noncommittally. "Of course." He retreated, closing the door softly behind him.

With the door clicked shut, I turned my full attention to Astrid, who looked slightly pale. “I thought he was going to hit you,” she whispered, fidgeting anxiously under my gaze, tugging at the hem of the hoodie. "Relax, Sunshine. It’s nothing I couldn’t handle." I smirked and stretched out on the bed. “Now get dressed. I actually am starving.”

Astrid hesitated, kicking aside the pile of her discarded clothing. She spotted me sprawled casually on the bed, looking thoroughly at ease.

Astrid opened her packed emergency bag that Henry had grabbed for her from her locker at work, slipped on her beige wrap skirt, followed by a loose-fitting gray top.

I smiled at Astrid as she straddled me on the bed. "Feeling better?" she asked, leaning forward, placing her hands on my chest. I had my eyes closed, but a smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I could feel my cock getting hard again beneath her.

"I'm great, Sunshine," I replied lazily, blinking my eyes open. I grinned wickedly up at her, tilting my chin toward her.

"But if you don’t stop with the teasing right now, I’ll fuck you in every hole until dinner time, and I won’t stop even if Henry breaks the fucking door in when announcing the next meal. I’ll bring you with me and eat you out at the table. No, on the table. In front of everyone. Is that clear, Astrid?”

Astrid gasped, shocked by my bold declaration. "You wouldn’t!" she gasped breathlessly, her cheeks flushing bright red. My dirty words fueled her arousal instantaneously.

"Oh, trust me, Sunshine, I really would," I murmured confidently, flexing my hips to grind my erection against her core. “Keep going and you’ll see.”

Astrid's breath hitched as she registered the pressure of my hardness against her, our faces just inches apart. "You wouldn't," she repeated weakly, the heat between her legs intensifying. “Are you willing to test that theory?” I said, smirking, and with a smooth motion, I lifted her up, putting her over my right shoulder, standing up, and leaving the room. I carried her toward the main cabin.

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I strode into th cabin and gave Henry a nod. “Still some of that coffee left?” I asked while adjusting Astrid's weight over my shoulder like it was the most normal thing in the world. Her face was beet-red as I put her down at the breakfast table.

Henry coughed and tried to focus on his orange juice, but it was hard to miss the fury burning in his eyes. “Something wrong, Henry? Did you choke on the pulp or something?” I asked with feigned concern while sliding in next to Astrid.

Henry cleared his throat. "Nope, just wondering if Astrid wants anything." He glanced at her sheepishly before asking, "Juice or coffee?" Astrid shook her head, avoiding direct eye contact with either of us.

Henry poured Astrid a glass of orange juice, handing it to her with an apologetic smile. "I didn't mean to disrupt your morning," he said softly, noting the blush on her cheeks.

Astrid sipped her orange juice, gulping down half the glass in an attempt to soothe her nerves. I served myself coffee and took a bite of my scrambled eggs.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, cheeks flushed as she tried to regain composure. I swallowed my food without tasting it, my gaze locked on her.

Astrid's pulse raced as she caught my gaze, my eyes flicking between her and Henry, assessing the other man's intentions. She drained the remaining juice in her glass, clearing her throat softly.

“Juice, Alex?” Henry asked casually after refilling Astrid’s glass. I exhaled. “Sure, Henry.” A second later, Henry poured the remaining juice from the carafe over my plate of scrambled eggs.

In a swift motion, Henry drenched my food in bright orange liquid.

I looked at the mess on my plate for a few seconds before standing up. “Will you excuse me?” I said calmly, then walked to the back of the plane. I closed the door behind me as I entered the guest room and leaned against the wall, pinching the bridge of my nose.

I really needed a fucking cigarette more than anything right now.