“I’ve just been... scared,” she said. “But I know that you’re there, and I shouldn’t be, so—”
Foster sat beside her. “You have a right to your fear,” he said. “Even if we are there for you—and we will do anything to make you feel safer—your fear is not going to offend us or make us feel incompetent at our jobs.”
From the look on her face, I knew that Foster had hit the nail on the head. I knelt in front of her and cupped her face with one hand. “You don’t need to protect us,” I told her. “We’re not fragile, I promise.”
Adrianne nodded, and then her hands shot out and grabbed my shirt. She pulled me up and planted a kiss on my mouth. “I would like to relax,” she said against my lips. She turned and kissed Foster.
I stood up and grabbed some of the lotion that was nestled on a small table full of bathroom essentials. “Let’s start with a back rub,” I suggested. “Take off your shirt?”
Adrianne unbuttoned her soft, creamy blouse and dropped it on the ground. She unhooked her bra and set it on top of her shirt before she turned around and spread out on the bed. Foster and I sat on the bed on either side of her, and I spread lotion on her back, over the tension in her shoulders and the knots in the small of her back. Foster joined in, and she let out a sigh of pure happiness in having so many hands on her at once.
“That feels nice,” she mumbled as I pressed into a particularly hard knot between her shoulders. When she was a puddle on the bed, Foster stood and peeled her trousers down over her thighs, taking the thong that she wore with them.
“Can we keep helping you relax?” Foster asked.
Adrianne nodded. “But I want to see you,” she said, so we helped her to roll over onto her back. Foster took one of the pillows and slid it beneath Adrianne’s lower back, propping her up for us. She was presented like a meal, and I couldn’t resist the urge to taste. I knelt and kissed her, flicking my tongue against her clit and dipping it down to gather the wetness seeping from her core. Adrianne became a live wire. She jolted and cried out at the sensation.
I wanted to keep going until she came, but I made myself pull back before she could fall over that edge. Her hips bucked as I pulled back, chasing the feeling of my mouth on her. Her frantic eyes met mine. “Ethan!”
“Soon, Princess,” I assured her, patting her hip. I looked at Foster, who was staring at Adrianne like she was something he wanted to consume but also hide away and take care of. “Make her feel good, Foster.”
His hands were immediately on her. He circled her clit with a sure finger, making her moan. He used that light touch to build her up, nearly to the edge, before he also backed off. Adrianne’s hands scrambled at the bedsheets, and she whined out her frustration. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“It’s all a part of the plan, Princess,” I assured her.
“To what?” she asked. “Drive me crazy?”
Itsk-ed. “You know we would never leave you hanging,” I said. “So why not lie back and trust us, okay?”
Foster leaned down and kissed her, soft and sweet. “Let us make you feel good,” he said. At her nod, I touched her again, thrusting my thumb deep into her. She moaned, low and desperate, and when I took my thumb and slipped it lower, she yelped.
I pressed against that furled opening, not pushing inside, just giving her pressure that made her pant and toss her head back and forth. “Have you ever been touched back here?” I asked. She looked at me, cocking her eyebrow and smirking.Brat, I thought fondly. “Besides this,” I clarified.
Adrianne shook her head. “No,” she said.
“Would you like to?” I asked. There wasn’t any pressure here. We’d all seen how she reacted to the light touches we’d given her, how her body would light up, but if she truly wasn’t interested in more, we wouldn’t push her. Adrianne was quiet for a moment, but then she nodded very tentatively.
“Talk to us, baby,” I said.
She swallowed hard. “I’d like to try,” she said.
I smiled down at her. “Let me go get something from my bag, okay?” I looked at Foster. “Take care of our girl for a second.”
He smirked and switched places with me. “Anytime,” he said. I backed toward the door as Foster leaned down and began licking at her again. Adrianne threaded her fingers through Foster’s blond hair. They looked good together.
I crept back into the main body of the plane and went for my bag in the overhead bin that was above Callan, who was still snoring soundly. I grabbed the small bottle of lubricant that I’d packed and took it back to the bedroom.
Coming back into the room, Adrianne’s back was arched, and one hand was gripping the duvet on the bed. The other was still in Foster’s hair, holding him in place. “Please, please, please, please,please,” Adrianne begged, hips riding his face.
“Foster,” I barked, and he froze for a moment. “Make her come.” Foster began moving again, and Adrianne wailed. Her thighs clamped around his head. Her body relaxed into the mattress. He gentled his movements and slipped away from her and then turned back to me.
“All good up front?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes. Only Foster would ask that in a moment like this. “Callan is sacked out. I didn’t even see the flight attendant.”
He nodded. “Good.” Foster moved and began pulling off his clothes. He gathered hers from the floor and folded everything and put it to the side. Once finished, he climbed onto the bed and settled beside her.
“You doing okay, Princess?” I asked. Adrianne nodded, looking at me through hooded eyes. When I sat on the edge of the bed, her breathing hitched slightly. “You know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, right?”