by Mia Ford
Chapter 13: Jess
“Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes burning with passion.
“I’m sure,” I said.
And all at once, he was kissing me again. His lips were pressed against mine with a desperation, a need I sensed was the same as my own. I teased him with my tongue before allowing him into my mouth.
“I want you so bad.” He said against my mouth.
His hands went into my hair and he removed the pins that had been holding it up, and let it fall down onto my shoulders. He took a step back and looked at me.
I noticed the outline of his erection through his pants. My panties were wet and I was ready to feel him inside of me.
I bit my lip.
“Mmm that’s so sexy the way you do that.” He said.
I bit it, again and stood up from the couch. I took a step back and reached for the straps of my dress and untied them, slowly, stopping it from falling onto the floor and holding it in place halfway down my chest. I wanted to tease him a little more.
“Drop it.” He said.
I moved my arm and began to tug gently on the bottom of my dress, slowly sliding it off of my body. I stood in front of him in my lacy black thong and stilettos.
“Fuck.” He said.
“What?” I asked.
“You’re so fucking hot.” He got off the couch, took a step toward me and reached out, sliding an arm behind me, almost aggressive like, and pulled me to him. His mouth met mine in another heap of passion. His tongue was rough inside of my mouth, working its way around in circles.
A sexy groan escaped him as he removed his arm from around my back and worked his hand down to my clit where he began to massage it.
I felt instant goosebumps as he moved the lace to the side and worked a finger inside of me.
“Oh fuck.” I said. The feeling was overwhelming. I was so turned on. I wiggled my hips around as he moved a second finger inside of me and began to move them in and out of me.
“You’re so wet.” He said.
“Mmm hmm.” I said. The pleasure was too intense for me to form a sentence.
He stopped and stepped back, unzipping his pants in the process. He removed his pants and boxers, leaving them where they fell on the floor.
His dick was rock solid and huge. Without any hesitation, I dropped to my knees.
I looked up at him and said, “I want to taste you.”
I grabbed him with one hand and began to gently run my hand up and down the length of him. I licked the head of his dick and he moaned. I did it again and he moaned once more. I then opened my mouth and brought his dick into it. My mouth stretched to fit him inside and I got goosebumps from thinking about it sliding into my pussy.
I took him all the way to the back of my throat and gagged just a little. I didn’t have much for gag reflexes and that made giving head so much better. I moved my head back and forth along him a couple more times. Then I licked and sucked on the tip of his dick while my hand massaged his thick, shaft.
Drew pulled back and I looked up at him.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to come before I get to feel your tight pussy wrapped around it.”
I got up off my knees.
“Bend over.” He said.
I did as he asked and walked around the back of the couch. I bent over, my ass up in the air. He came up behind me and pulled my thong down my legs and tossed them to the side. Then he stood up again and grabbed my hips, pulling me into him a little more. I felt his dick pressing into my pussy and he began to move it around my clit in small movements that made me wiggle my ass. I was trying to get him to stick it inside of me. I was ready to feel every inch of him inside of me.
“Someone’s eager.” He said and reached his hand around and began moving his finger up and down my clit in a quick motion.
I moaned. “Oooo”
He removed his hand and then I felt the thickness of his hard cock begin to enter my pussy. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head slightly back, his left hand grabbed onto his cock and all at once he began to thrust in and out of me.
“You’re so tight.” He said as he began to thrust harder. In and out of my wet pussy. The thickness of him, stretching me, filling me up and bringing me an intense feeling of pleasure. He slowed his thrusting and then pulled out.
“I want to see your face.” He said, his voice low and husky. I nodded and we moved to the other side of the couch. I laid down on my back, my head resting on the armrest. He climbed on from the other side. Drew lifted my legs, placing one on each of his shoulders. I felt him begin to enter me once again.
“Mmm.” I moaned as he pushed himself in harder. I lifted myself so I was at more of an angle for him and it felt even better. He went slowly at first and then he picked up the pace, going harder and faster.
He slowed down a bit and put his thumb on my clit where he began to massage it in little circles. He thrusted into me harder.
“Oh!” I cried out.
He thrusted into me harder a second time.
“Oh!” I yelled even louder.
He picked up the pace of his thrusts as he massaged my clit faster and faster. He was deep inside of me and was hitting the spot that drove me wild. The spot I chased after. The spot that brought me the most pleasure.
He slowed down once again and moved my legs off of his shoulders. He leaned down into me and was now pinning me against the couch with his body weight. It was hot to feel him chest to chest like this with me. I wrapped my legs around his back and moved my hips back and forth, grinding into him as he moved himself in and out of me.
“You feel so fucking good.” He said to me, sliding his arms behind me and gripping my shoulders. I slid my hands around his back and dug my nails into him as he moved faster. “Mmm” He moaned as I scratched his back. Just a little, not anything too crazy.
After a few more thrusts he quickly sat up and pulled out of me. Drew sat down on the other side of the couch and I sat up and moved to where he was. I climbed onto him, straddling him and facing toward him. I wrapped my legs around his back and my arms around his neck and moved my body slowly down onto his cock. Once again, I felt the stretching pleasure that he brought me.
“Oh Drew.” I moaned.
I moved my body up and down a little more, and then suddenly we were standing and he was lifting me with his hands on my ass, bouncing me on his thick cock. Up and down. Up and down. In such a rapid motion that I couldn’t help but moan loudly. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”
I was getting close, on the verge of my orgasm. Drew leaned me back, moving his hands so he had a better grip on me. I was titled at an angle and he began to thrust himself and move me at the same time. I was slamming onto his cock. Taking it harder than before, causing us both to moan louder and louder.
“Oh, Drew!” I called out as there was an intense moment of pleasure and then my body was numb and trembling all at the same time.
He slowed down as I came down from my mind blowing orgasm.
“Did you come for me?” He asked.
I nodded my head and he lowered me to the ground. “I want you from behind again.” He said.
I went over behind the couch again, finding this spot easiest to position myself for him, and I bent over, my arms resting on the back of the couch. I felt him begin to enter me again. He was deep inside of me and I let out another moan.
“Mmmm.”
He didn’t waste much time and began thrusting himself in and out of me harder and faster. He was so deep that there was a slight pain with each thrust. But each shot of pain also caused pure pleasure. It was rough and hot and I was ready to come all over again. I felt myself getting closer to the edge and moved my hand down to in between my legs. I rubbed my clit at a fast pace, the same pace he was going as he fucked me from behind.
“I’m going to come, again.” I said.
“Come on my cock, again.” He said, in such a sexy voice that it pushed me over the edge and once again my body was numb and trembli
ng at the same time.
“Oh fuck!” I yelled out in pleasure.
Drew was suddenly panting behind me and slowing his pace. He gripped my hips hard, digging his fingernails into my skin just a little bit. I felt him feel me up and it was so hot.
I winced as he pulled out of me.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
I looked at him and bit my lip. “Yeah, just a little sore.”
He smiled at me like he had just accomplished something huge. Then he pulled me into him. Our naked, sweaty bodies rubbing against each other. His still hard dick pressed into me. It was enough to make me want him all over again, but I knew I was too tired for another orgasm. I rested my head on his chest and his chin rest on my head.
“I hope that was okay.” He said after a moment.
I laughed, “Are you kidding?”
“No actually, I’m not. I know it was important to you to wait. I want to make sure it was worth waiting for.”
"And then some,” I said. “That was amazing. This probably sounds super cliché, so forgive me, but that was the best sex I've ever had."
“For real?” he asked, glancing down at me.
“For real. No bullshit.”
“Well, good,” he said, squeezing his arms around me affectionately. “And I feel the same way. No bullshit.”
There was no more talking between us. We slipped into that place that was somewhere between being awake and being asleep. There was one thought that kept rattling around in my head, however. It was loud enough that I wouldn’t be slipping into sleep any time soon. I had known it before, but now, there was no way to ignore it. I liked Drew. I liked him a lot. More than I was comfortable with. For me at least, things had moved beyond just casual dating.
Now, if things didn’t work out between us, I would be devastated.
Chapter 14: Drew
“Good afternoon, sir.”
“Afternoon,” I said. “Do you need to see my credentials?”
“No,” the desk attendant laughed shyly, looking at me only briefly before staring furiously at her clasped hands. “That’s all right. I know you. I mean, I recognize you. I know I don’t know you. God, you know what I mean, right?”
“I do,” I said, laughed genially, hoping to make her feel more at ease. “And there’s no need to be uncomfortable. It’s just been that kind of afternoon, hasn’t it? It’s the Seattle rain.”
“Yes sir,” she answered gratefully, finally willing to look at me again. “That must be it. Please, enjoy your time in the Lounge before your flight.”
“Thanks, I appreciate it.”
I gave her a mock salute and a smile and continued into the Lounge of Sea-Tac Airport. I'd had one short flight already, but I wasn't done yet. I had another short one to finish out my day. It wasn't an uncommon thing for me, but what was uncommon was spending my free hours in the Lounge instead of getting out of the airport.
It could be sort of suffocating to spend all of your time sitting in an airport, living in all of that canned air. I liked to get out and do something unrelated when I had the time between flights. Today, I had the time, but I didn't have the energy. That, and I needed to think. There was a lot on my plate, a lot on my mind, and airports were a good place to think.
There wasn’t much else to do here except retreat into your own thoughts. Something about the constant, fluid motion made it easy to fall into thoughts you might otherwise seek to avoid. Avoiding certain subjects in my own head was something I had been known to do before, but it was something I could no longer afford. There was too much at stake now, and people involved aside from myself.
Jess's Fourth of July invitation had caught me off guard. When she had asked me to come meet her sister and her daughter for the first time, I had agreed with no hesitation. It was only later, when I’d had a chance to think about it, that I realized the deeper implications.
Since then, I'd been asking myself all week why I hadn't told her I needed to think about it. The conclusion I'd come to was that I got caught up in the moment. It happened to plenty of people, but I had never been the kind of man to allow something like that. But in that moment, I had been entirely taken up in her. I still was, and it had made me want to say yes to anything she asked of me.
It was what every man wanted to give the woman he was with. Nothing made you feel more like a badass than the ability to give your woman anything she asked for. But now? Now the reality of what I had agreed to had settled in, and I was starting to feel uncertain.
The two of us had been dating for almost no time at all. Arguably, it was much too soon to be meeting her ten-year-old daughter. Not to mention the sister, for fuck's sake. I had a feeling the sister would be that over the top, insanely protective kind of girl who would threaten to rip my balls off if I didn't do right by her sister.
Meeting the family was going to make things a hell of a lot more complicated, and I wasn't sure I was up for that, even for a girl like Jess.
A nearby conversation caught my attention. Two pilots had just sat at the table next to me.
“It’s a fucking shame, right?” the bald pilot said.
“It certainly is,” his bearded friend replied. “I’ve gotta say, I never saw it coming.”
“Neither did I!” Baldy said. “I feel like kind of a jackass for not seeing it, but I didn’t. I didn’t think he was ever going to get cut loose.”
“Right?” Beardy said. “He was a nice guy, too.”
“He was. Kind of a mess lately, but still a nice guy. It’s a shame.” Baldy shook his head.
“It is. Although you have to admit, he was getting worse, right? Please tell me I’m not the only one who saw.”
“No, definitely not,” Baldy said, frowning. “He was getting worse for sure.”
My plan had been to think through the potential mess with Jess. The Lounge had been the perfect place for it because there were very few things it could offer up that would distract me. I never drank before or between flights, and I wasn't overly friendly with any of the staff coming through the doors. Very little could have deterred me from figuring out what the hell I was going to do about the July Fourth picnic, but the conversation of the two men who'd just taken the seats next to me managed it just fine. They were close enough that it wasn't strange for me to insert myself into their conversation. After clearing my throat, I dived in.
“Excuse me, guys, I’m sorry to interrupt.”
"Shit," Baldy said, laughing genially. "Don't be. We're the ones who sat down right next to you and started running our mouths. We probably sound like a bunch of chicks gossiping."
"No," I assured him, trying to sound calm so I could keep these guys feeling okay about talking to me. "You’re not bothering me. I was just wondering who you two are talking about, if you don't mind my asking. I'm wondering if I know the guy."
“You might,” Beardy replied. “He was flying all of the time up until recently.”
“Who?” I asked.
"Guy named Fred Stevens,” Baldy said. “He's been a pilot for a long time. It's fucking sad, you know?"
“And he got fired?” I asked.
Beardy nodded. "He did. He got suspended a little while back, and there was some talk that he might clean himself up, get his act together again, and get back to work. But I guess it went the other way. He was drinking a lot, you know? He was drinking pretty much all of the time."
"It got pretty fucking bad," Baldy chimed in, shaking his head glumly. "Bad enough that this can't really be a surprise to anyone. He's always liked to party, but lately, he's been hitting the bottle all the time. It only got worse after he got suspended. I flew with the guy a couple of times, and I knew what he was doing."
“Did you?” I asked, becoming genuinely annoyed for the first time since the conversation had begun. “You knew he was drinking while he was flying?”
“Sure, but that’s not the rarest thing in the world. A lot of guys do it. He just started doing it more than he could get away with. I k
new that, too. I noticed it a couple of months before the suspension came. I was hoping he would just take care of it on his own before anything happened.”
“Yeah,” Beardy said mournfully, shaking his head. “I was kind of hoping the same thing. From what I heard, somebody turned him in before he got the chance. Looks like the rest of us better start watching our asses.”
“Why do you say that?” I asked, hoping I sounded more casually interested than I felt.
“Come on. We’ve all been there, right? It’s not like we haven’t all knocked a couple back before a flight. It’s just part of it.”
“Is it?” I asked.
“Comes with the territory,” Baldy said. “Only now, we’re all going to have to watch our asses, right? If there’s some guy going around turning people in for every little infraction, we’re all going to have to watch ourselves.”
“It’s not really a little infraction, though, is it?” I asked, the blood starting to pulse in my temples so hard that I could hardly see straight. “Getting drunk before, or on a flight, could kill people. It could kill a lot of people.”
“Did you ever fly with the guy?” Baldy said. “Because it kind of sounds like you know him.”
"I wouldn't say that I know him, but I flew with him once. He was the lead pilot, and he got so drunk on the plane that he almost knocked himself out when we hit some turbulence. It wasn't just a little bit of drinking. He was out of control. My guess is that if I saw it, somebody else did, too."