Layover

by Cassidy London

  Mr. Leahy, CEO of Trans Media Consulting marched with purpose towards the aircraft. A small woman delicately balanced on super high heels seemed to dance like a gazelle by his side. I watched as Tristan gave her his arm and helped her up the stairs. I knew she was Leahy’s assistant but there seemed to be something familiar in the way she looked at Tristan… something I recognized in his eyes too– and it made me slightly uncomfortable.

  I knew it was just my insecurities but it rattled me nonetheless. Reality was that Krista had said he was a player, but all pilots were…right? I mean…I had known a few in that way too. Anyway, it shouldn’t matter. I chided myself. It’s not like you’re even interested in him anyway. Especially after this crazy drama.

  Right… I told myself. I’m not interested at all.

  ***

  The first few hours were fairly easy. Leahy and his PA spent their time talking over business and all I really had to do was serve drinks a few times. Rachel took care of cleanup, and Sophia basically just gave us orders. She did take every opportunity to be a bitch about it though. Even purposely elbowing me as I prepped the drink cart, causing me to drop a half-opened bottle of soda that then sprayed all over the kitchen area and myself. There wasn’t much to do except grin and bear it though. No one had seen her do it, and it wasn’t worth getting into an argument about.

  “You’re so clumsy sweetie,” she said loudly. You’ll have to be more careful or Mr. Leahy won’t keep you around.”

  She paused.

  “But you do look cute on your hands and knees, baby,” she whispered into my ear as she bent down closer to me. “Would have loved to see you, just like that with your ass in the air back at the hotel. Pity it didn’t work out. Maybe another time, Tris and I will get you naked.”

  Her words made me shudder and retreat into myself even more. I wasn’t entirely sure if she was messing with my head or not. She acted like what happened had all been planned despite Tristan’s reaction being the exact opposite. But maybe it was me that was wrong. Either way, I had been wrong about Tristan on all accounts. I had completely romanticized everything about him all these years in my head. Just the thought of it frustrated me. There were probably countless guys that I had treated like shit and ignored because I was constantly comparing everyone to him. And what did I have to show for it? Nothing except a burning desire to let him rip my clothes off every time he brushed past me and a crazy jealous, catty bitch on my tail.

  Congrats Adriana. You’re rocking this life.

  Chapter 17

  Tristano Ricci

  Private jet–Tokyo to San Francisco

  The flight was awful. A storm started about two hours into the flight and Leahy was fuming like a Pamplona bull; banging on the cockpit door and yelling at the crew. Ryder and I took turns going out there to calm him down. We even had Sophia offer him Valium, which he refused of course. I should have crushed it up and put it in his food.

  Finally, Victoria took him in the back bedroom for a blow job, and I guess he fell asleep after because he was finally quiet. After that, we didn’t hear much from him which was good. It gave me some time to think. I considered telling Ryder just for the sake of getting another guy’s opinion on everything, but it still felt too new to me. Besides I knew that having one more person that I worked with involved with my personal life was a bad choice. I already had two women on this aircraft that had been in my bed, and another who seemed to have this crazy hold on my emotions. I needed JM. Jean-Marc, my childhood buddy from back home in Montreal. My best friend for most of my growing up years, and even though we didn’t see each other as often, he still was my go-to guy in many ways. He’d been through a life revamp after meeting Lexi, and would probably have some solid advice for me. So, when Ryder asked again, I brushed it off. JM would be my go-to on this one.

  We landed just short of our estimated arrival time at 10 p.m. PST. Upon taxiing up to the gate, I let Ryder know that he could leave right away. Typically, we’d stay behind together, but I wanted to try and catch Adriana before she exited the aircraft. I needed a few minutes alone with her away from the prying eyes of Sophia and everyone else.

  Leahy and Victoria marched out without saying a word. I took that as a good thing, because if Leahy had something to say, he would have done it by now. That man didn’t mess around. Then again, neither did I.

  “Thank you for a great flight.” I addressed the crew. I’ll ask you to leave everything as is and be on your way. Mr. Leahy has ordered a special clean-up crew this time around.”

  I knew they wouldn’t argue with me. When you worked commercial it was one of the perks, just getting up and leaving at the end of a flight. Private however had a lot more responsibilities. Enough that it validated our larger paycheques, I suppose.

  My crew wasted no time in flocking towards the door. I made sure to usher them all out and wish them a great evening. Sophia eyed me warily as if she knew I was up to something, but I gently pushed her towards the exit with my palm on her shoulder.

  Adriana was the last one to approach the door. Her head down, avoiding my eyes but yet marching with purpose. Her aura emanated anger and I couldn’t blame her. She’d had a rough forty-eight hours that’s for sure. I wondered what she was thinking. How her flight had been. If Sophia had been bitchy with her.

  Stepping in front of her to block her way, I called her name, “Adriana.”

  I admit to keeping my voice professional. I had to keep her there. There was no way she was leaving this aircraft without giving me–giving us, the time we needed.

  You’re just going to talk to her Tris, I told myself. As much as I wanted to wrap my arms around her and inhale her perfect scent and taste her skin under my lips, I knew I needed to talk first. Our evening hadn’t ended well, and she might not even want to talk about it.

  She stopped and looked up, “Yes Captain Ricci?” Her tone was cool and professional. Aloof yet receptive. Dammit. I was going to have my work cut out for me.

  “How was your first private flight?” I asked casually.

  She wasted no time redirecting the conversation. “Really? That’s what you want to talk about?” Her voice was now shaking with emotion.

  I paused. Somehow this tiny beautiful woman made me so unsure of myself. I ran my hand over my face feeling the prickly hairs of my permanent five o’clock shadow. She was actually making me nervous. This was ridiculous. I took a minute for a long breath in and out before responding. Her soft eyes had a hard stare that made her forehead crease between her eyebrows. Those pouty lips were begging for my mouth to cover them. Fuck I wanted her. I’d always wanted her. I wanted her before I was allowed to have her. And ten years later, nothing had changed.

  “I’m sorry Adriana. You are right. I wish the night we met at the club had gone differently, but I want you know that I did not anticipate Sophia being in my room. I absolutely had not left her in there when I went to the club. I had no idea that I’d run in to you that night, but honestly, I’m so glad that I did.” I paused again.

  The look on her face had softened. She sucked in a long breath and I watched as her chest raised up and down. She exhaled softly and I swear I could hear her moan under her breath. Redness began to creep up from the inside of her collared blouse and across her neck. She must have noticed my staring as her hand came out self-consciously to touch herself. The slight movement making me wonder what she would look like naked and writhing beneath me.

  That familiar tightness in my pants was becoming unbearable. This woman did things to me that I couldn’t anticipate and every second I wanted more and more time with her.

  “Really Tristan? You didn’t anticipate her being there?” Her snippy tone caught me off guard and snapped me out my daydream about undressing her.

  “Do you mean to tell me that you didn’t sleep with Sophia earlier that evening? Do you really expect me to believe that? She was in your room, for God’s sake! How many women do you typically pick up in one evening? I may be younger than you are
, but I certainly wasn’t born yesterday!”

  And with that she tried to storm past me. Attempting to push me out of her way. I held my hands up in surrender. “Okay fine. You got me. Yes, I had been with Sophia, but I swear to you that she was not in my room when I left for the club. That situation was not at all what it looked like.”

  Although her demeanor was prickly, she couldn’t move me even if I’d let her. I allowed her to push at me a few times before I was unable to contain my laughter. “Do you really think you can make me move?”

  Adriana only growled in frustration. “Get the hell out of my way.”

  I took my opportunity. “Not a chance little one…not yet anyway. I want you to tell me something first.” I breathed in her ear as I slid an arm around her waist and she let me. Wasting no time, I pulled her in closer to my chest. I could practically feel her blood pumping through her veins as well as hear my own, thundering in my ears.

  “How do you feel about me now?” I whispered softly and seductively.

  Adriana exhaled slowly. “I should go–” Her voice was softer now, and her breath suddenly more laboured.

  “I think we share something special little one. We felt it at the club, in the car, and we definitely both wanted it in the elevator. You can’t deny we have something special between us…” I breathed into her. Inhaling her sweet scent as she let me inch even closer.

  “That’s beside the point Tristano...” But as soon as I heard my name on her lips it was over. Pulling her into the length of my body, my mouth covered hers as I sucked on that luscious bottom lip and she arched her back into my hands.

  My tongue explored her mouth, her warmth, and her taste. Even sweeter than it had been in Tokyo. I wanted more, and I wanted it all now.

  Chapter 18

  Adriana Acosta

  Private jet–Tokyo to San Francisco

  Three minutes of talking had led to this again. I couldn’t deny how badly I wanted it though. The feeling of his lips on mine; his wet tongue in my mouth, and exploring every crevice of my neck. His touch lit a fire inside me that was so much easier to give in to, than to resist.

  I heard the door of the aircraft close behind him as he began to walk me back into the main cabin. My entire body was alive and flickering with desire. Synapses were firing as his hands continued to roam the contours of my body, reaching down to cup my ass through my skirt and squeeze tightly as we collapsed down on to the couch.

  Despite everything I felt physically, I just couldn’t shut my brain off completely. I still had so many questions and the fight within myself was impossible to keep quiet. I wanted it all. I wanted to believe his words but I was still so skeptical. However, in the end, the physical won and the skeptics were forced to wait. I pushed away my thoughts as I let Captain Tristano Ricci unbutton my blouse. My breasts were so swollen the buttons practically popped on their own with little effort. They were aching to be touched so badly, and I couldn’t control the urge to push them up towards his face.

  “You’re pretty clear about what you want, little one,” he whispered as his rough fingers raked over my nipples and he watched them harden beneath the thin fabric. Pushing down the material of my bra, I heard tearing, as he took a firm hold on both nipples and began twisting them between his fingers. Leaning down to alternately lick and blow on each one as he twisted and pinched them sent electric currents running through my body. His touch made my head spin and made me fall deeper under his spell.

  “You’re so beautiful Adriana…every part of you. From your lips to your beautiful breasts, every crease and curve of your body, calls out to me,” he continued as if he was simply talking to himself, and his hands took possession of my body and soul.

  I barely noticed that he had removed my blouse and bra completely and was now working his way down as he pulled my skirt up further around my waist, exposing my black, skimpy lacy underwear. “Just as gorgeous as I imagined,” he continued letting one finger lazily trace a line down from my belly button towards the heated core between my legs. Even the slightest touch on top of my panties was making me wetter by the second and begging with need.

  “Tristan, I breathed, please, please…”

  “Please what little one?” He asked as he didn’t have a clue.

  “Stop. Teasing. Me.” I barely managed to get out.

  Tristan laughed a deep comfortable laugh. “Teasing is one of my absolute favorite things to do.”

  What was I doing? Why was I going along with this? Yes, I was insanely attracted to him but I really didn’t know anything about his relationship with Sophia. Not to mention, that I now seemed to be working with both of them. This situation was only going to go from bad to worse and I knew it. Had it just been one night in Tokyo, I could have gotten him out of my system- but this was getting far too complicated than I first had imagined. My goal initially had been to release myself of a romanticized ideal that held me hostage for far too long. A teenage dream that had seemed to cloud all others for me. But it hadn’t been that simple. In the seventy-two hours since I had met Tristano Ricci, he had clouded my vision with lust and made me feel stupid and naïve. My emotions were out of whack, and seemed to be riding the same wave as the impending orgasm he kept teasing me towards.

  Tristan’s fingers had now found their way inside my panties and he was lazily drawing a figure eight around my soft wet folds of flesh. Each time, purposefully avoiding that very epicenter of nerves that my brain screamed at him to touch.

  “Open your eyes Adriana,” his voice commanded. Like a moth to a flame my eyes opened and drank him in. Still in his pilot’s uniform with not a button out of place, he was the calm and controlled one, to my wild careless abandon.

  “Open your mouth.”

  His voice was strong and calm and there was no denying that I was like putty in his hands. I obeyed without question as he put his fingers slick with my juices deep inside my mouth. “That’s it baby, taste yourself on my fingers. See how sweet you taste?” He smiled that dark mysterious smile that had drawn me in years ago.

  I looked down at my half naked body. The cold air making me shiver, and my nipples hardened even further.

  “I want you naked too,” I said. He wasn’t the only one around here who could give orders. “After all,” I continued, “it’s not fair if I’m the only one naked.”

  I noticed a little smirk from the corner of his mouth, but he nodded and sat up a bit as he began to unbutton his shirt. “It’s cute when you tell me what to do.” he continued. His tone was both patronizing and sincere and his face stoic. Fuck. Impossible to read.

  I reached over to run my hands down his now exposed skin of his chest. The man was even better undressed. His chest and arms showed evidence of hours spent at the gym, his abs showed the definition of an Olympic athlete. Where did he find the time? Complete with the perfect Adonis belt, a V that dove deep down into the folds of his pants. I couldn’t wait to see beyond his belt.

  Tristan’s skin was soft and warm. His head dipped backwards as I leaned in to lick my way down his chest. He was standing above me as I perched on the edge of the couch. My hands went to his belt and I paused. “You okay baby?” Tristan asked, his hands already in my hair. I nodded. I needed to get beyond his pants, to see and touch that massive bulge in his crotch that seemed to call to me.

  I wanted to make him cum so hard he’d never forget me again. I undid his belt and unzipped his pants. My hand reaching in to pull out his shaft. It sprung out erect and effortlessly. Wow. He was bigger than I expected. So long and thick; his cock commanded attention immediately from me. I was envisioning it inside me making me scream, and I had barely tasted or touched it yet. His eyes looked down at me heavily hooded. With a need, he directed me towards his cock as his hands made their way deeper and firmer into my hair. He inched my head forward and I was eager to oblige. Gripping his warm cock firmly, I smiled as he let out a deep moan. He was all mine. My tongue began to swirl and lick him lazily up and down, stopping to circle h
is throbbing head, as he exhaled deeply. I kissed him slowly, wetting him completely from root to tip.

  “Oh yeah baby…You ready? Take me in slowly, little one. I want to feel your hot, tight mouth suck me slowly,” he instructed. I opened my mouth, licked my lips, and let him guide my head over his shaft and all the way down to his balls. He let me stop and breathe throughout, helping me to avoid gagging by rubbing my head gently, as I took control and began to move slowly up and down on him.

  “So good baby,” Tristan breathed. “One day I’ll fuck your mouth hard and fast but, I also like how you can take care me slowly and gently too.”

  I kept my eyes on his as I continued to move my lips up and down. “Fuck, you suck me so good Adri…” he exhaled. I stumbled a bit at the sound of my nickname on his lips, but it was just a second. It made me grip him harder and moan onto his thick wet head.

  “I love watching you sucking me off like tha…”

  Suddenly, the sound of the aircraft door being flung open, flooded my ears and unmistakable shrill voice came hurtling through the air at me.