Black Lace
Chapter 16
Chapter Playlist: Dance Like We're Making Love by Ciara
Warning: Graphic content in this chapter. Read at own risk.
Alana boarded the private jet and her eyes lingered around and searched for Louis. As if on cue, Louis walked out of, what looked like, a cabin within the jet and stopped just as his eyes landed on her. His eyes drank in the sight of her, and Alana noticed as his pupils dilated and his iris turned a deeper shade of blue. Alana longed to run to him and melt in his embrace; it had been a rough day.
She couldn't comprehend why she felt so safe with him, despite knowing the fact that Louis was the one she should be wary of the most at the moment. She watched him appraise her, with his bottom lip between his teeth. One side of her lips twitched slightly at his reaction.
“Hi.” She let out almost in a whisper.
Louis licked his dry lips and parted his mouth slightly as if to answer, but at
the last minute he remained silent. Alana could feel the sexual tension in the atmosphere and felt an ache between her legs. She wanted him to grab her instead of standing so far away, and take her on the floor of the private jet.
The wanton thought made her cheeks heat up and she broke the eye contact with him; afraid he might guess what she was thinking. Louis began walking towards her with slow but determined steps. He looked irresistible in his black hoodie and Alana felt her heart begin to beat faster in anticipation of his next move.
However, a stewardess walked in from the pilot’s cockpit, just as Louis was about to reach Alana, and broke the lustful trance that the two of them had been so absorbed in.
Louis cleared his throat and addressed the stewardess, “Betty, this is Miss Morrison, and she will be my guest today. Please make sure, you've put away her bags in the cabin.”
Louis searched around Alana for her bags and noticed the single shabby looking duffle bag that she was holding, other than her hand bag.
“Where are your bags?” Louis asked in confusion and watched Alana's cheeks turn red.
“This is it.” She whispered in embarrassment. Mrs. Boyce had given a similar reaction when Alana had gone to Louis’ place to get all dolled up for him and be escorted to the airport. Her shock had initially turned to disgust at the condition of her bag, but after a minute it turned to a pompous look.
Alana had no option though; these were some of the only clothes that Alana could retrieve from Evan’s apartment the night she had decided to steal his credit card. She didn't even have the means to buy new clothes. Louis, however, found himself smiling at the amount of luggage she was carrying and said, “You never fail to surprise me. This is the first time I'm seeing a woman of such little vanity.”
Alana wasn't sure if he was genuinely admiring her lack of wardrobe or whether he was subtly hinting at her inability to be more feminine, in front of the stewardess. Alana gave him a tight smile as the stewardess politely took the weight of the duffle bag from her.
“Come! Join me for a drink before we take off.” Louis offered his hand, and Alana found herself taking it involuntarily. He led her towards a two-seater couch and took out a bottle of champagne from the mini fridge beside it.
Alana's eyes schemed the expanse of the private jet for the first time since she got on. Every single item within this small jet reeked of money and luxury, and Alana found herself overwhelmed by the magnificence of it all.
“Is this yours?” Alana asked, wondering how on earth Louis afforded such a luxurious jet.
“Nope. It's for the artists signed in my record label.” He announced and popped open the bottle of champagne.
“You have a record label named after you?” Alana asked in confusion, as she watched Louis pour the bubbling golden liquid into two flutes. Why hadn't she noticed that in his Wikipedia page?
“Yup, but it wasn't really my best venture. It is difficult to get new and upcoming artists, with all the famous labels out there.” Louis shrugged his shoulders and plopped down on the leather couch, pulling Alana down with him. “Which brings us to the reason for flying to New York on such short notice…”
Alana's eyes widened and she found herself asking excitedly, “You've found a new artist?”
Louis confirmed with a small smirk that he had and Alana found herself clapping gleefully like a child, to which Louis chuckled.
“No wonder you're pouring champagne.” Alana realized aloud, her eyes still crinkled from the good news.
Louis gave her a warm smile and added, “I thought I might as well celebrate it with the person I want to be with the most right now.”
Alana found her smile turning into wonder and her heart pounding faster from this admission, leaving her breathless. “Y-you want to b-be with me?”
Louis rested his hand between Alana’s thighs l, brought his lips near her ears and responded, “Not just with you, babe. I wanna be inside you.”
Alana's heart sank as she realized that he was talking about her body and not the whole package. She didn't think it could hurt as much as it did by his reply. Alana felt as though someone had punched her in the chest, cutting off her ability to breathe air. What on earth had gotten into her? It had completely slipped her mind that the two of them were only bound by a contract, and nothing else.
Louis handed a flute to Alana and the two of them drank to his success on grabbing the deal. His hand was still lingering on her thigh as they took the first sip, Alana's thoughts still reeling from her stupidity, but Louis didn't notice the sudden change in her behavior.
He gently caressed her jaw line with his knuckles and brought her back to reality. As soon as Alana's eyes locked with his, Louis lowered his head and brought his lips down to hers. Alana was instantly lost in the kiss and tasted the remnants of the champagne in his mouth as Louis probed his tongue between her soft lips.
She didn't notice the moan that escaped her lips or the way Louis’ hand climbed up her thighs until she felt his thumb gently stroke the core of her. The contact made a jolt of pleasure pass through Alana's body and she shuddered against his lips.
Louis continued stroking her through her panties and felt her body react to his caresses. He tore away his lips from hers and began kissing and nipping her neck gently. Alana's hands wrapped around his broad shoulders and her fingers raked through his hair, while one of his hands expertly removed the barrier that was her panties and left her completely exposed to his touch.
Bringing his hands back at the apex of her thighs, Louis began prodding his finger at the entrance of her hot core. The lack of resistance made him smile against her neck and he eased his finger in, making her gasp in shock.
“You're so wet for me, I could take you right now.” Louis whispered into her ear, making Alana let out a small lustful moan. She grabbed Louis' wrist and guided his finger in and out of her. Louis felt himself harden even more by her eagerness, and he swiftly removed his finger and pulled her into his lap. Louis pulled her into a straddling position, making her look at him in confusion.
“Wh- What are you doing?”
Alana was lifted up for a second and heard him open his zipper. Before she could prepare herself for the intrusion, Louis slid his shaft into her wet core. Alana let out a gasp by the sudden fullness inside of her and watched Louis kiss her parted lips as he slowly began guiding her hips up and down against him.
She watched in awe as his eyes turned almost blue-black, just like the sky outside. Louis played with her now messy hair and left kisses between the swell of her breasts. Alana heard a small noise coming from the cockpit and her eyes widened in fear of being found in such a compromising position.
“Hold on tight.” Louis whispered against her ears and got up from the couch, with Alana hanging onto him. Louis scurried toward the cabin with his pants almost falling off. The entire thing was extremely ridiculous and Alana let out a chuckle to which Louis laughed out.
Upon reaching the cabin and closing the door, however, both of their smiles faded. Louis pushed Alana's back against the door and began thrusting his iron-hard shaft inside her in that position.
“The jet... will take off...any minute.” Louis explained between breaths, but Alana was beyond the point of caring. She felt herself ride up to the peak from the ecstasy and just when she thought she would lose herself completely, she heard Louis moan as he spilled himself inside her. He thrust one last time, causing Alana's body to shudder as she too hit her climax.
Warning: Graphic content in this chapter. Read at own risk.
Alana boarded the private jet and her eyes lingered around and searched for Louis. As if on cue, Louis walked out of, what looked like, a cabin within the jet and stopped just as his eyes landed on her. His eyes drank in the sight of her, and Alana noticed as his pupils dilated and his iris turned a deeper shade of blue. Alana longed to run to him and melt in his embrace; it had been a rough day.
She couldn't comprehend why she felt so safe with him, despite knowing the fact that Louis was the one she should be wary of the most at the moment. She watched him appraise her, with his bottom lip between his teeth. One side of her lips twitched slightly at his reaction.
“Hi.” She let out almost in a whisper.
Louis licked his dry lips and parted his mouth slightly as if to answer, but at
the last minute he remained silent. Alana could feel the sexual tension in the atmosphere and felt an ache between her legs. She wanted him to grab her instead of standing so far away, and take her on the floor of the private jet.
The wanton thought made her cheeks heat up and she broke the eye contact with him; afraid he might guess what she was thinking. Louis began walking towards her with slow but determined steps. He looked irresistible in his black hoodie and Alana felt her heart begin to beat faster in anticipation of his next move.
However, a stewardess walked in from the pilot’s cockpit, just as Louis was about to reach Alana, and broke the lustful trance that the two of them had been so absorbed in.
Louis cleared his throat and addressed the stewardess, “Betty, this is Miss Morrison, and she will be my guest today. Please make sure, you've put away her bags in the cabin.”
Louis searched around Alana for her bags and noticed the single shabby looking duffle bag that she was holding, other than her hand bag.
“Where are your bags?” Louis asked in confusion and watched Alana's cheeks turn red.
“This is it.” She whispered in embarrassment. Mrs. Boyce had given a similar reaction when Alana had gone to Louis’ place to get all dolled up for him and be escorted to the airport. Her shock had initially turned to disgust at the condition of her bag, but after a minute it turned to a pompous look.
Alana had no option though; these were some of the only clothes that Alana could retrieve from Evan’s apartment the night she had decided to steal his credit card. She didn't even have the means to buy new clothes. Louis, however, found himself smiling at the amount of luggage she was carrying and said, “You never fail to surprise me. This is the first time I'm seeing a woman of such little vanity.”
Alana wasn't sure if he was genuinely admiring her lack of wardrobe or whether he was subtly hinting at her inability to be more feminine, in front of the stewardess. Alana gave him a tight smile as the stewardess politely took the weight of the duffle bag from her.
“Come! Join me for a drink before we take off.” Louis offered his hand, and Alana found herself taking it involuntarily. He led her towards a two-seater couch and took out a bottle of champagne from the mini fridge beside it.
Alana's eyes schemed the expanse of the private jet for the first time since she got on. Every single item within this small jet reeked of money and luxury, and Alana found herself overwhelmed by the magnificence of it all.
“Is this yours?” Alana asked, wondering how on earth Louis afforded such a luxurious jet.
“Nope. It's for the artists signed in my record label.” He announced and popped open the bottle of champagne.
“You have a record label named after you?” Alana asked in confusion, as she watched Louis pour the bubbling golden liquid into two flutes. Why hadn't she noticed that in his Wikipedia page?
“Yup, but it wasn't really my best venture. It is difficult to get new and upcoming artists, with all the famous labels out there.” Louis shrugged his shoulders and plopped down on the leather couch, pulling Alana down with him. “Which brings us to the reason for flying to New York on such short notice…”
Alana's eyes widened and she found herself asking excitedly, “You've found a new artist?”
Louis confirmed with a small smirk that he had and Alana found herself clapping gleefully like a child, to which Louis chuckled.
“No wonder you're pouring champagne.” Alana realized aloud, her eyes still crinkled from the good news.
Louis gave her a warm smile and added, “I thought I might as well celebrate it with the person I want to be with the most right now.”
Alana found her smile turning into wonder and her heart pounding faster from this admission, leaving her breathless. “Y-you want to b-be with me?”
Louis rested his hand between Alana’s thighs l, brought his lips near her ears and responded, “Not just with you, babe. I wanna be inside you.”
Alana's heart sank as she realized that he was talking about her body and not the whole package. She didn't think it could hurt as much as it did by his reply. Alana felt as though someone had punched her in the chest, cutting off her ability to breathe air. What on earth had gotten into her? It had completely slipped her mind that the two of them were only bound by a contract, and nothing else.
Louis handed a flute to Alana and the two of them drank to his success on grabbing the deal. His hand was still lingering on her thigh as they took the first sip, Alana's thoughts still reeling from her stupidity, but Louis didn't notice the sudden change in her behavior.
He gently caressed her jaw line with his knuckles and brought her back to reality. As soon as Alana's eyes locked with his, Louis lowered his head and brought his lips down to hers. Alana was instantly lost in the kiss and tasted the remnants of the champagne in his mouth as Louis probed his tongue between her soft lips.
She didn't notice the moan that escaped her lips or the way Louis’ hand climbed up her thighs until she felt his thumb gently stroke the core of her. The contact made a jolt of pleasure pass through Alana's body and she shuddered against his lips.
Louis continued stroking her through her panties and felt her body react to his caresses. He tore away his lips from hers and began kissing and nipping her neck gently. Alana's hands wrapped around his broad shoulders and her fingers raked through his hair, while one of his hands expertly removed the barrier that was her panties and left her completely exposed to his touch.
Bringing his hands back at the apex of her thighs, Louis began prodding his finger at the entrance of her hot core. The lack of resistance made him smile against her neck and he eased his finger in, making her gasp in shock.
“You're so wet for me, I could take you right now.” Louis whispered into her ear, making Alana let out a small lustful moan. She grabbed Louis' wrist and guided his finger in and out of her. Louis felt himself harden even more by her eagerness, and he swiftly removed his finger and pulled her into his lap. Louis pulled her into a straddling position, making her look at him in confusion.
“Wh- What are you doing?”
Alana was lifted up for a second and heard him open his zipper. Before she could prepare herself for the intrusion, Louis slid his shaft into her wet core. Alana let out a gasp by the sudden fullness inside of her and watched Louis kiss her parted lips as he slowly began guiding her hips up and down against him.
She watched in awe as his eyes turned almost blue-black, just like the sky outside. Louis played with her now messy hair and left kisses between the swell of her breasts. Alana heard a small noise coming from the cockpit and her eyes widened in fear of being found in such a compromising position.
“Hold on tight.” Louis whispered against her ears and got up from the couch, with Alana hanging onto him. Louis scurried toward the cabin with his pants almost falling off. The entire thing was extremely ridiculous and Alana let out a chuckle to which Louis laughed out.
Upon reaching the cabin and closing the door, however, both of their smiles faded. Louis pushed Alana's back against the door and began thrusting his iron-hard shaft inside her in that position.
“The jet... will take off...any minute.” Louis explained between breaths, but Alana was beyond the point of caring. She felt herself ride up to the peak from the ecstasy and just when she thought she would lose herself completely, she heard Louis moan as he spilled himself inside her. He thrust one last time, causing Alana's body to shudder as she too hit her climax.
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9/25/16