Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
“No, we eat before the plane takes off.”
“But what about those really long flights, like, to Australia?”
“Fine, yes. Then we take turns. There’s actually a rule that prohibits pilots and first officers eating at the same time, in case of food poisoning.”
I gasp. “Oh my gosh, can you imagine?” I shiver. “The last thing I’d want to hear over the loudspeaker is that the pilot has been poisoned. I only want to hear one thing—that we’ve started our initial descent.”
“Nervous flyer?”
“Ironic, isn’t it?” I slide my fingers up into the back of his hair, grazing his scalp with my fingernails and watching his eyelids droop in response. “Can you say it for me?”
He rolls his eyes, but he’s grinning. Then he fills the night silence with the sexiest captain’s voice anyone has ever heard in the friendly skies, I’m sure of it. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have begun our initial descent into Chicago…”
Giggling, I press our foreheads together. “Are you a member of the mile high club?”
“I’m six foot three, angel. I barely fit in those bathrooms by myself, let alone with another person.”
“No? But I could squeeze in really right,” I whisper, exhaling against his mouth. “I’d meet you in there with my panties already off to make it easier.”
“Stop.” He shakes his head no, but he’s tugging me closer, causing my outer thigh to press more securely to the ridge in his pants. “We shouldn’t be talking like this. You shouldn’t be in my fucking lap in the dark, for the chrissakes.”
Ignoring that, I stand up and face Joel, positioned within the V of his outstretched legs. “I assume you’d need to take me from behind, right?” Reveling in the sight of his expanding pupils and perspiring upper lip, I reach for the hem of my tank top and peel it off over my head, dropping the garment onto the bench while Joel groans loud enough to cause a break in the cricket chorus. I was a little nervous to show a man my bare breasts for the first time, but that worry was needless, because Joel looks like he’s just seen the gates of heaven.
“Angel,” he says thickly, swallowing. “Put your shirt back on, before I forget I’m a decent man.”
“You don’t have to be decent with me tonight.” I climb onto his lap in a straddle, wearing nothing but my short, pleated skirt and heels, tossing my hair to one side. “I might be a virgin, but I know when a man wants to suck my nipples.” I tease my fingertips up my ribcage and pluck my dusky buds, Joel lurching beneath me. “Don’t you wonder how they taste?”
“I’ve been wondering since you walked out onto the steps tonight,” he pants, his hands gripping my hips and squeezing hard. “That doesn’t give me the right to find out.”
“I’m giving you the right.”
“Your father told me to keep my hands off you.”
“My father isn’t here right now.” I lean in and lap my tongue gently against his parted lips. “But my Daddy is.”
His gravelly moan turns my nipples to tight, little beads. “Jesus Christ, Haylo. I can’t. You’re a college freshman.”
“Fresh being the operative word,” I murmur, dragging our lips together side to side. “Fresh and curious.” I scoot closer in his lap, finding his hardness with my mound and grind down slowly, my exhale shaky against his mouth. “And willing.”
“Fuck,” he groans. “I can tell it’s tight even through your panties.”
“It is. I can barely fit my middle finger inside when I play with myself.”
“Oh God.” His chest is heaving now, his noble nature cracking right in front of my very eyes. “You’re going to make me come in my fucking pants.”
Lust tickles my tummy so deep inside me, I can barely stand it, my toes curling in my high heels, moisture trickling among my flesh and wetting my underwear. “I…want that.”
“You want me to soak my briefs?”
More than life itself, I realize, nodding vigorously.
Earlier tonight, I was powerless. Now, I’m a queen that rules a kingdom with the sight of her body. A flick of her hips. This wresting back of control was my exact intent when I decided to seduce Joel, but now that my thighs are open around his hips and his hands are creeping closer and closer to my breasts, I’m only thinking about him. Me. The cruel ache spreading below my navel. My ulterior motive is still there in the back of my mind, but it’s playing second fiddle to the burning connection between me and Joel.
“Just a little suck, Daddy,” I whine against his mouth, treating him to another slow swivel of my hips. “I kept them so sweet for you.”
“Fuck it,” he heaves, his back coming off the bench like a shot, bending my backward in his lap, his starving mouth latching onto my breasts and sucking noisily. Wet sounds overlap with animalistic grunts and eventually my mewls of delight join in, because I’ve never felt this concentrated tug in my core. It’s almost alarmingly in its intensity. So good that I have to wrap my fists in the strands of his hair and arch my back, because my pleasure has taken over. Self-preservation and a quest for relief has the reins.