Layover

by Cassidy London

  He waited until my breathing had stilled and my eyes fluttered opened before speaking. “You’re so beautiful when you cum my love.”

  I smiled at him through heavy breathing.

  “I know that took a lot out of you, but if you’ve caught your breath, I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you NOW.”

  I started to sit up but he flipped me back over and pushed me onto my hands and knees. “Stay just like that. Don’t move an inch,” he instructed. “I need to look at that beautiful ass of yours while I fuck you senseless, Adriana.”

  He’d managed to strip his clothes off and was butt naked and ready behind me. I watched over my shoulder, as he slipped a condom down his thick shaft. Sliding his cock slowly in behind me and letting it sit and throb right at the entrance. His hands held my hips tightly. All gentleness was gone as he pushed inside me with one thrust. That sudden aggressive move, taking me from calm to a frenzied state, as I shifted to accommodate his large size. The initial discomfort of his mass stretching my pussy dissipated, and then pleasure took over. Everything became hazy and I was lost. Lost in the connection and the rhythm of our bodies fitting perfectly together, like long lost pieces of a puzzle.

  Tristan pumped himself in and out, one hand still wrapped around me between my folds as his fingers circled and flicked in sync with his thrusts. He thrusted faster and faster into me, the sounds of our bodies slapping louder with each time.

  “Come on baby…” Tristan whispered hoarsely in my ear. “Cum for me again Adri.”

  “I can’t,” I let out, close enough that I was unable to speak clearly but still not quite there yet.

  “Wrong answer Adriana. I know you can, and I will make sure that you will. Now tell me how much you want to,” he demanded. His voice was harsh and a little less controlled as he pushed into me deeper and faster than before. Every thrust and touch, was getting me closer and closer.

  Finally, wrapping his thumb and forefinger around my clit, he held it tight and rolled it between his fingers making my synapses fire, and my body electric with need. Then, pushing it hard pulsing it, he growled in my ear. “Now princess! NOW!”

  His words combined with his touch worked like kryptonite, and my body responded to his command immediately. Together we shuddered as our orgasms rocked through us until we were spent.

  We lay wrapped in each other’s arms for a long time. Sweaty and sticky, in a cloud of long-awaited pure bliss.

  Chapter 25

  Tristano Ricci

  San Francisco

  I could have watched her sleep forever. Her shiny black waves spread out across my pillow, her soft skin constantly enticing my hand to stroke it. Even her sweet smell; a faint perfume that was uniquely Adriana was now branded into my brain forever. She was perfection and it wasn’t just the sex.

  For the first time after being with a woman, I didn’t want her to leave. Not when we were done; not first thing in the morning– not ever. The words I said to her last night were unexpected. I hadn’t planned to, but it had happened because I knew it was true. She hadn’t reacted though, and I wasn’t quite sure what that meant. For once, I had nothing to compare it to. I’d literally never said those words to another woman before. I knew she had enjoyed last night but beyond that, and what it would mean this morning… I truly had no idea.

  I decided that the only thing to do was to let her sleep and make some coffee for when she woke up. And maybe breakfast. Women liked that…right? Shit, if love meant that I would be constantly doubting myself, and questioning my subconscious all the time, this was going to be exhausting.

  Letting her sleep, I pulled on a white t-shirt and some grey sweatpants and made my way to the kitchen. It was a mostly marble kitchen, fancier than I would have liked but the designer had said that it was necessary to have a consistent flow throughout the home. Typically, I didn’t spend much time in there, so I guess it didn’t matter. In all honesty, I didn’t know what was in half the drawers and cupboards. My schedule had been so crazy in the last few months. I had only slept in my own condo a total of four days over the last month, since the redesign had been completed. Despite that, coffee I knew well. I pulled the Keurig out from its spot in the “appliance garage”. Stupid name, made me chuckle. The fancy designer that I had hired had insisted that it was necessary to hide the clutter on the counter. She’d been great though. I’d hired her because she was the best in The Bay Area or at least her references had said that. I actually hired her over the phone and didn’t meet her until the last day of the job. That had been an interesting day… I smiled to myself remembering what had happened.

  I waited until my coffee brewed and pulled it out of the machine. I then rummaged through the fridge and the pantry looking for something to bring to Adri to eat. We’d never even had dinner last night. I was starving, and I knew she would be to. But it was useless. There was barely anything and what there was, I didn’t have a clue what to do with. We’d have to go out.

  I slid another capsule in the machine and turned it on again. As I waited for Adri’s coffee to brew, I scrolled through my emails. Most were crap or spam, but I paused on one from Richard.

  To: Tristano Ricci

  From: Richard Daniels

  Dear Captain Ricci,

  We apologize for the last-minute announcement, but we have a new client who is renting the jet for a long weekend. We understand that you were due for time off until Mr. Leahy was ready to leave again, but this would only be a short trip in between. The client is very private and would prefer not to be named. He and his entourage are looking to fly to Paris this evening, stay for the weekend, and return on Monday. As a Senior Captain we are offering this job to you first. If you prefer to wait for Mr. Leahy, it is not a problem. Please advise us ASAP. We have a crew already in place to assist you.

  Sincerely,

  Richard Daniels

  I read over the email a second time. He was asking if I could leave tonight. All of a sudden, the perfect idea came to me. Quickly switching over to text, I reached out to Rich.

  Hi Rich, just read the email, you sent…crew is set? Any news on the request I made?

  I waited. If Sophia was on this job, there’s no way I was going. However, maybe I could find a way to take Adri with me. A few days alone in Paris could be a lot of fun…

  My phone pinged and Richard’s reply was waiting for me.

  Richard Daniels

  Actually, she is supposed to be on it, but I also have another option for her too. She’s been offered both. To be on the safe side, this needs to be her decision.

  Tristano Ricci

  K. Keep me posted. If she switches out, I want the new girl

  in.

  Richard Daniels

  Acosta?

  Tristano Ricci

  Yep.

  Richard Daniels

  Got it. Will confirm shortly.

  It felt like there was something stuck in my chest. Like ropes that were constricting my breathing. Or maybe it was just heartburn. Every inhale was pained and every exhale shaky. Feeling so unbalanced was new to me, and it frustrated the hell out of me.

  There was nothing to do but wait. Deciding to let Adri continue sleeping, I hopped in the shower to clear my head.

  Chapter 26

  Adriana Acosta

  San Francisco

  I awoke to the sound of water running. My body felt limp and my mind hazy. Memories of last night flooded my brain making me blush and giggle at the same time. Pulling the covers up over my face to hide the light for a moment, I reveled in that silky-smooth feeling of the sheets gliding over my nakedness. It would have been nice to wake up next to Tris, but there was a steaming cup of hot coffee on the bedside table instead. Definitely, the second-best thing to wake up to.

  As I raised the coffee mug to my lips, I snuggled back into the blankets, half sitting up and half lying down. It was the perfect position to get the best view. With the curtains slightly drawn apart I could see the sun shining overhead. The
rays made the water below it glisten and sparkle. The light from outside seemed to bring out the brightness in the room. Last night, the room had seemed dark and mysterious with its black and white sheets and faux fur throws and sparkling chandelier. But this morning the sunlight seemed to kiss each spot making it shine even brighter.

  My phone was on the nightstand and I began to scroll through social media and emails as I sipped my coffee and waited for Tris to exit the bathroom.

  Engrossed in the latest posts of Instagram, I didn’t hear the water turn off or see him when he entered the room. The sound of my name on his lips jolted my head up. Seeing him standing in the doorway, with his hard muscles glistening; his dark hair shaggy and messed up, and a towel tied loosely around his waist– had my attention. His half-naked body immediately awakened my own. I took my gaze up to see his crooked smile beckoning to me.

  “Hey there sexy…” I began, as I slid my bare feet out of the bed and on top the cool floor.

  “Stay right there, baby. Don’t move a muscle.” He pre-empted my move by walking towards the bed and sitting down next to me. With one arm wrapping around me, he pulled me in close and tucked me into the side of his body. I nestled in; the feeling of comfort and warmth wrapping me in a blanket that I never wanted to leave. I looked up and reached out for a kiss. Tristan’s lips were soft and warm but he didn’t kiss my lips, instead he planted a sweet kiss on my forehead.

  “I hate to bring up work right away but Richard messaged me this morning. It looks like I might have to work earlier than expected,” he began. Tristan’s gaze flitted around the room, clearly distracted. Or concerned maybe?

  “Oh, I thought there was going to be time off for you. I’m so sorry.” I didn’t mention my own plans of heading back to commercial flights. Even if things were good between us right now, it was still too early to tell where–if anywhere at all, this was headed.

  “I was supposed to have time off, but Richard just reached out with a new client, and there’s an opportunity to go to Paris for a long weekend,” he continued.

  “Oh fun! Well, you should go Tristan!” I encouraged. He seemed hesitant, and his nervous mannerism confused me. Something was off. He was typically very confident.

  “Listen Adriana, there might be a way to get you on the same plane. If I could make it happen, would you want to? We could have a weekend in Paris to ourselves…” His words trailed off, but his eyes glinted with a knowing persuasion.

  I paused, but then had to giggle at that sweet, dirty crooked smile that had made its way across his lips, as his fingers trailed down the side of my thigh. If my body was the one to answer it would have screamed “yes” in an instant. But I held back, hesitating. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and questions. My heart was a hurricane of emotions. But in all that chaos, there was only one question that stood out. Only one thing… that I really needed to know.

  “Tristan…last night you said something. You said…” The words were harder to repeat than I had thought. But I didn’t have to.

  A moment passed between us before he spoke. “I said that I loved you beautiful. And it wasn’t a heat of the moment thing. I really am falling in love with you, and it’s scaring the shit out of me.”

  Again, there was silence. It stood between us like a mountain. I wasn’t ready, I couldn’t do it. I wanted to, but what if this didn’t last? I might not survive the fall.

  “And Sophia? Will she be on this flight too?” I finally asked. He winced at my response to his heartfelt confession.

  “I have a history with her, yes. I’ve worked with her on many flights. At times, she’s been a friend and an occasional lover, but nothing more. But after what happened, all that is over. You are my priority. And off the record… some strings are being pulled and she might get a permanent transfer.”

  His words lifted whatever was left of my doubts and I threw my arms around him in excitement. “Okay, as long as she’s gone, I’m in for Paris.”

  Tristan’s face lit up as his lips connected with mine, and he kissed me deeply. He pulled away for a moment but only to ask another question. “And after Paris?”

  “Let’s just see how Paris goes,” I winked.

  His lips came down hard again, this time consuming my mouth and tongue all at once. “Paris is going to be life changing little one,” he mumbled as he gently guided me back down on to the bed.

  Chapter 27

  Tristano Ricci

  San Francisco

  I couldn’t get enough of this woman, and I honestly couldn’t believe she said “yes” to Paris.

  “Babe…I just woke up…” Adri implored as my mouth and hands ran circles around her naked flesh. I wanted nothing more than to be inside her again; her soft smooth body mold to my every touch.

  She pushed me away a second time. “Please Tristan I just woke up. I need to go to the bathroom and have a few minutes of privacy.”

  I growled out a response. “Five minutes Adri, not a minute more or I’m coming in.” I slid over to let her get up. She giggled as she scooted out of my reach and off the bed; her perfectly naked ass swaying as she walked. “I’m telling you babe. Look what you do to me.” I pointed towards the towel that was now tented over my cock. Five minutes only…” I warned as I gestured five fingers up at her.

  As the bathroom door closed, I leaned back into the softness of the covers. My hand immediately went to my cock. Expecting to feel release, the touch of my own hand only frustrated me more. It was her that I wanted… only her.

  That was the end of her five minutes. I swung my feet out and off the bed, and knocked on the door of the bathroom. No answer. I knocked again. “Run the shower I’m coming in,” were my only words as I opened the door.

  “Your idea of five minutes is pretty damn long Tris,” she mocked, standing naked before me. Those pink lips and big round eyes called to me. Her hair was loose and fell down almost to her waist, as her nipples peaked through strands from underneath. A fucking vision of beauty and she was mine. All mine. “You know that I’ll never let another man touch you again, right? You’re mine Adriana.”

  “Uh huh. Whatever you say,” she laughed. “Come shower with me, you caveman.”

  Her mocking words made me feel blind with passion and even more possessive. I let my towel drop, revealing my hard cock. She stared at it and smiled. We stepped inside the large walk-in shower together, and I turned on the water, as my arms wrapped around her waist skimming over her luscious curves. Her hands circled my neck as the warm water splashed down our entwined bodies. Adri kissed me with such passion that I could feel myself changing. With every swift movement of her tongue, with every way she pressed her naked flash into mine, she was burrowing deeper into my soul. A slight panic arose in the back of my mind as I reminded myself that she hadn’t expressed the same emotions that I had. But I’d get her there. I had no choice. I wouldn’t survive without her.

  “Let me wash you.” It wasn’t a question.

  Her response was somewhere between a shrug and a nod. Her nonchalant attitude was just maddening. Especially since I knew she was doing it on purpose. Despite the throbbing in my cock, I still took it slow.

  “I promise you’ll enjoy it,” I continued, lathering up the soap and letting bubbles run down her shoulders and arms. The almond vanilla scented soap was as enticing as her wet, soapy slippery body was to touch. Working my way down her full breasts, and gently across each pink nipple, I watched desire creep up in her eyes. Purposely, I grazed each nipple again and again with my knuckles until they hardened into perfect rosy peaks. Adri sucked in a shaky breath of air for the second time.

  “You doing all right there, princess?” My voice was even and gentle. “You like the way I touch you? I breathed into her ear. I had noticed that every time I asked a question or made a direct comment, she blushed and shied away from responding. It was sweet, endearing and so innocently sexy. I wanted to capture that look in her eyes forever.

  The sponge continued gathering bubbl
es as I moved it across her body under her arms and eventually dipping between her legs. She let out a little gasp as I dropped the sponge and continued with only my hand, gently caressing the folds of her soft lips.

  “You sore baby?” I asked. She nodded shyly. “It’s okay; I’ll give you some time to recover before I fuck you senseless again.” I whispered in her ear before flipping her over to lean her across my arm, with her arms outstretched onto the marble wall for support. Tracing one soapy finger from the top of her spine to the base and back up again, I repeated the motion several times, stopping only above the crack of her ass. Each time, she pushed her ass up into my rock-hard cock, gyrating on it, for more attention.

  “Fuck Adri, keep pushing back into me like that and I’m going to have to take you again…now, no matter how sore you are,” I growled, as her round, plump ass pushed back up into me again bumping my cock.