by Diana Ballew
True, she didn’t work for him, and she didn’t report to him for anything. They were peers, not one a subordinate to the other. Plus, after watching him for the last six months, she’d never noticed him make a pass at anyone regardless of the rumors circulating about him. He'd been telling the truth about Jessica Neimier. Her heart lightened.
Time for her to take control. Joe had been calling the shots since their encounter in the elevator. Now, as he’d said, it was her turn. Power filled her veins.
Being cocooned in their seats gave her some measure of safety and was a lot less obvious than the two of them walking into one of the bathrooms together. There wouldn’t be much room in the seats. All the more fun. She'd never thought about having her movements restricted in some way before. Oh, she'd read about it, but now she was excited thinking how those limitations would heighten their pleasure.
She took a deep breath, lifted her skirt and slid her panties off. Today she was wearing thigh-high stockings without a garter belt to make her feel beautiful and sexy. She folded her underwear into a small bundle and concealed it in her hand. Forcing air into her lungs, she opened the door and walked back to her seat, heart pounding.
Joe gave her an inquiring look when she returned. She just smiled, feeling wicked, scooted by him and tucked her underwear into her purse. Before she sat down she spread the blanket on the seat, then as she sat down, she lifted the back of her skirt. She'd rather get the blanket wet than her clothing. Goose bumps danced along her skin when her bare butt connected with the cool soft fabric. “Vicki?”
“Yes.” She lowered the shade on the window as the cabin lights dimmed and they heard the announcement of the start of the in-flight movie. Good, at least the cabin would be semi-dark. She took the other blanket from his lap, arranged it over herself, covering from just below her breasts almost to her knees.
“What are you up to?” His voice dropped to a husky, sexy tone, sending shivers of awareness through her bloodstream; his eyes were blazing.
“Me?” She worked her skirt up beneath the blanket and tucked the fabric into the waistband--this way, there was nothing in his way.
“Yes, you.” Joe stared at her with amusement.
Without answering, she grasped his left hand and brought it under the blanket. He inhaled deeply when she parted her legs, allowing his fingers to rest on her naked pussy.
“Fuck,” he whispered before glancing around. She bit back a giggle. They were alone.
“I’m making the first move, Joe. Now it’s your turn.”
Reaching up, he flipped off the small light, making their area darker. Then he pressed a button and the armrest between them slid down between the seats. “Lean back,” he ordered. While he hadn't planned on this, her bold move made his blood boil. The nice thing about a charter flight was privacy. Vicki pushed the button, and her seat not only slid back, it reclined, raising her legs and opening her up to him.
His gaze clashed with hers and he withdrew his hand from beneath the blanket, twisting in his seat, his right hand diving beneath the blanket. This time there was no hesitation. His fingers parted her pussy lips and he thrust one digit deep into her welcoming depths.
He stifled her moan of pleasure with a hard, deep kiss, his tongue acting out what he planned to do with his fingers. Never breaking the kiss, he stroked her with one finger, then two, then three, caressing her harder and faster as her body became more aroused.
She was so wet. He would never get enough of her. When she opened her legs wider, allowing him greater penetration, he knew this woman was the right one for him—bold and adventurous. She was giving him the gift of her trust, and he wouldn’t abuse it. Her body began to tremble, and she tightened around his fingers. Yes, she was getting close.
He thrust into her harder and quicker, his thumb on her clit. Her moans were suppressed by his kisses as they grew more and more demanding. She met him kiss for kiss. Her hips arched up. She was about to climax. He thrust his fingers deep into her, and he flicked his thumb over her clit as she exploded around him, her cry of release smothered by his mouth.
He let her orgasm subside before removing all but one finger. With a gentle caress, he started all over again. He wanted her to get her pleasure and then some; she was trusting him and he was going to make sure she enjoyed herself.
She tore her lips from his, drawing in big gasps of breath. “Joe?” Her eyes were clouded with passion, but there was also a question in them.
“You’re so moist, so hot.” He whispered in her ear as his lips caressed the lobe, and he was glad she’d left her hair up. His tongue laved the delicate shell as he continued to tease her. Her breathing increased when he slipped a second finger into her wetness. “Tight, warm, and welcoming, just like I remembered.” He kissed her neck before moving back to her ear and nipping the lobe. “Do you know how hard it was for me on Saturday to play the gentleman and not try to seduce you into bed?”
“It wouldn’t have taken much.”
Joe groaned. She was finally opening up to him. Pleasure shot through his veins. “Now she tells me,” he whispered, and she let out a little laugh. “Feel my fingers, sweetheart, knowing I’d rather be thrusting my cock into you hard and fast.” He moved them in short bursts as his thumb played with her clit.
“Oh, God, Joe.” Her words were breathless as she arched her pelvis toward his thrusting fingers. Her climax was building.
“Again, baby. Come for me. Let me feel your pleasure, knowing later tonight we’ll be together in a big bed, naked and fucking.” Her sex tightened around his fingers as if it was trying to pull them in. “That’s it,” he crooned, as she pressed down hard against his hand. “Tonight I’m going to pleasure you so much, you’ll scream. We’ll come together so many times. I’ll use my mouth, my fingers, and my cock all over your body.”
He captured her lips just as her second climax ripped through her. He stilled his fingers, but his thumb kept moving over her clit as wave after wave roared through her body. Her hips bucked against his hand. He let her do what she wanted. This was all for her.
When he released her mouth, her head fell limp against the seat, her breathing harsh. He contemplated dropping to his knees in the small space and sucking her to another wild climax, but decided that particular pleasure could wait until tonight. More than ever he wanted to hear her scream out her orgasm.
With care, he pulled his fingers from her sex then brought them to his lips, tasting her precious nectar. He watched her for several minutes before asking, “Okay?”
Her expression was pretended dread. “I don’t think I can breathe.”
He chuckled.
“Wicked man, making me come a second time.” Her lashes rose, revealing green eyes alight with passion and satisfaction. Gone was the prim and proper Victoria and in her place sat wild, wanton Vicki. He grinned; he had finally gotten her to release her wild side.
Wetness seeped from between her thighs. She glanced over at Joe. His cock strained against the fabric of his pants. Her teeth tugged at her lower lip. She wanted him to feel pleasure too. She pressed the button, and the seat moved upright. She straightened the front of her skirt until it covered her once again. Then she took the blanket from her lap and folded it, acting as if nothing had happened. Turning toward Joe, she placed the blanket over his legs and slipped her left hand beneath. Her palm caressed his fabric-covered hardness.
“Vicki.” His voice was gruff as he curled his fingers around her wrist.
“Your turn,” she whispered, prying away his fingers. “My experience with you in the elevator showed me just how virile you are.” She adjusted the blanket covering his lap, making sure it covered his groin and his legs cradled most of the fabric. “I would suggest you keep your legs together so we don’t lose the blanket.” His climax wouldn’t be as easy to contain as hers.
Joe sucked in a deep breath when she undid the snap and lowered the zipper on his slacks, freeing his cock. Oh, Lord, his right hand gripped the armrest like a
lifeline as her fingers caressed his dick.
“Naughty man,” she whispered, her breath brushing his cheek. “Leaving home without briefs. I never took you as a man who would go commando in public.”
“I like the freedom.” He struggled to get the words out.
“So do I.”
Her words only increased his hardness. As her fingers curved around his cock, he could barely control himself from thrusting into her palm. “Vicki.” He said her name with a groan as she gave him a long stroke. Never had a woman’s hands felt so good. His adventurous, spirited Vicki.
“Yes, Joe.” Her breath skimmed his ear. “I’m going to jack you off, here and now.”
Did he want to stop her? Hell, no. This was Vicki, the sexually explosive woman he craved. “Condom,” he whispered; thank goodness the flight attendant was in the galley at the front of plane and they were in the back.
“What?” Her eyes were blazing with desire and lust.
“There’s a condom in my pocket. Take it out and put it on, so I won’t spread my come all over this damn plane.” While the blanket would take the brunt of his desire, he'd rather not worry about too much of a mess.
A grin teased her lips as she found the small packet. She opened it and placed the condom over the tip of his cock, holding it in place.
“What have you done?” he asked when her warm fingers encircled his dick, skin to skin.
“Don’t worry.” She shifted herself in her seat, sliding even closer to him. “I’m holding the end of the condom over the tip. You’ll come into it. I need to feel you and only you, not some damn rubber.”
“God, baby.” He arched his hips as she teased him with her gentle touch, moving up and down his cock. Once in a while she'd caress the head with the pad of her thumb, careful not to snag the condom, her breathing rapid against his face.
She never increased her pace, but it didn’t matter. He was ready to explode anyway. She began squeezing right below the head of his cock. Shit! Joe clamped his lips together to stop himself from shouting out. The tingles began at the base of his spine, and his balls tightened.
His body stiffened, and he grasped the back of her head, bringing her mouth to his as he erupted. Vicki kept stroking him as he emptied himself into the latex. He sagged back against the seat, eyes closed.
She kissed his cheek. “Ah, Joe. What do we do about the condom?”
Forcing his eyes open, he slipped a hand beneath the blanket. He slid his fingers past the head of his dick to grasp the condom between thumb and forefinger. “I’ve got it.” His cock jumped as she brushed her fingers over the head and she removed her hand. Carefully, he slipped the condom off. “Tuck me back into my pants and zip me up,” he whispered. This was pure torture, he decided seconds later as her touch shot straight through him. By the time she had him neatly back into his pants and zipped, he was hard again. “Open the airsickness bag.” She did as he asked. He took it from her and deposited the condom in it, then stood. “I’ll be right back.” Joe made his way to the lavatory. Once inside, he disposed of the condom, then undid his pants and let them drop. He threw back his head, breathing through his nose. His body still hummed with need as he fisted his dick. After several minutes of self-pleasure, he cleaned up and made his way back to her.
Vicki’s seat was in a reclined position once again and her eyes were closed. The blankets were folded at her feet. Joe noticed a new air sickness bag sitting on his seat. He lifted it before resuming his place. There was something in it. Opening the bag, he peeked in.
He let out a groan and turned his head to see her watching him, her eyes twinkling with excitement.
“Just something for you to think about,” she whispered, before closing her eyes once again.
Joe bit back a growl of frustration. This woman was going to be the death of him, but he didn’t care. Folding the paper bag and its contents with consideration, he slipped it into his carry-on.
His dick had grown hard once again, but what could he expect when she’d just let him know she was still naked beneath her skirt? The little tease had given him her panties.
Victoria smiled as she walked off the plane in New Orleans, sans panties. She didn't know how she’d had the nerve not only to climax on their flight from his fingers, but also for her to do the same to him. Something inside her had taken over. Vicki.
She sounded schizophrenic, but she wasn’t. She knew damn well she’d been suppressing her sexual side for years. All it took was Joe to make her free. A weight had been lifted from her.
Of course, a year of celibacy hadn’t been a good idea, either. If they hadn’t been trapped in the elevator she might have been able to suppress Vicki for a lot longer, but no more. Vicki didn’t like being prim and proper. And if she was honest with herself, she didn't either.
Her fingers curled around the handles of the plastic bag she was holding. Joe had run into one of the gift shops, bought something, and returned. He made her promise not to peak. She watched as Joe retrieved their luggage, and she enjoyed the way his muscles played beneath his shirt. She’d like it even more tonight, when her fingers caressed those same muscles as he fucked her. She shivered in delight.
The second they stepped outside the airport, hot sticky air found its way beneath her clothing, causing instant moisture to cling to her body. She glanced around for the taxi stand. Her heart stopped as she spotted a familiar figure a short distance away. Derek? It couldn't be.
Blinking, her vision cleared, and the man wasn't there. Shaking her head, she banished all thoughts of him. Obviously she was still reacting to the email from this morning. Derek couldn't be in New Orleans. It was impossible. He couldn't know where she was.
She turned back to Joe, who had his hand raised, beckoning to a limousine as it pulled to the curb. A uniformed driver climbed out. “Mr. Bradshaw, Ms. Collins, welcome to New Orleans. I’ll take care of the luggage. Please be seated inside, out of this heat.”
Vicki glanced over at Joe, who was grinning at her. He took the plastic bag from her, opened the door and leaned inside. His eyes twinkled with mischief when he straightened.
“Lift your skirt and sit with your bare ass on the seat,” he whispered as she started to climb in.
Her heart sped up, and she couldn’t resist glancing at him over her shoulder. But Joe had moved, blocking anyone’s view of her. Stepping into the limo, she saw a small towel placed on the leather seat she lifted her skirt and sank down onto the soft fabric. Her pussy gushed at what Joe might be planning.
“I thought this might be better than a sizzling, oppressive cab ride to the hotel,” Joe said, sliding in next to her, his thigh against hers.
“It was very thoughtful of you,” she said, before turning to gaze out the window. But she didn't see anything, her thoughts filled with Joe.
“You’ll find I’m very thoughtful.” He leaned forward and raised the privacy panel between them and the driver.
Vicki swallowed. Her heart stopped. What was he planning now? “What are you up to, Joe?”
“Oh, I’m up all right.”
She couldn’t help herself. She giggled at his words and glanced at his crotch. As the car began moving, Joe opened the minibar, pulled out a glass of ice, and set it on the floor.
“Lift your skirt to your waist and open those gorgeous legs for me. I want to have some fun with my pussy.”
“Your pussy?” She exposed herself to his gaze. Oh, Lord, she was so wet she was dripping onto the seat. Wickedness flowed through her.
“Yes, mine.” Joe slid to his knees, pushing her thighs apart with his body. He pulled her ass to the edge of the seat, keeping the towel under her. “Hook your legs over my shoulders.”
“Joe,” she started to protest, not sure if she was ready for this step.
“Do it,” he ordered, and Vicki found herself obeying him. Okay, maybe she was ready. His dominant, stern voice turned her on.
Tingles of excitement ran straight to her pussy. Ice clinked in the glass,
and then Joe’s fingers were at her entrance. “Oh, dear God,” she moaned, arching as he placed his tongue into her hot core. He had an ice cube in his mouth, creating a delicious mixture of coolness with her heat. The ice mixed with her body heat and melting water slid down her folds as Joe licked her, slowly, tortuously. After one cube melted, ice jangled as he fished around the glass for another piece.
Oh, shit. She was already on edge. Pleasure swept up her spine, making her shiver. She didn’t know how long she could take this. So good, yet so wicked. As scandalous as they were on the plane? They were alone then; the flight attendant was in the front of the plane and they'd been in the back. Here, they were in the back of a limo being driven to their hotel, and Lord only knew what the driver was thinking. Even with the security partition up he could guess at what they were doing. All rational thought fled as Joe inserted an ice cube into her pussy and began sucking. Unable to help herself, Vicki pushed herself into his mouth. Her belly tightened and her orgasm was seconds away. The tinkling of ice reached her ears. This time he placed it on her clit.
Vicki bit her lip to prevent herself from screaming as she climaxed, and climaxed hard. She thrashed against the seat, her legs tightening around Joe as he continued to suck her and play with her clit.
She collapsed against the seat, exhausted, and Joe raised his head, grinning at her. He licked her juices from his lips. “Didn’t I say I was thoughtful? I figured you might need cooling off.” He lowered her legs from his shoulders.
“I think you’re the one who needs cooling off.” She sat up and cupped his hard cock through his pants.
“Later.” Leaning over, he captured her lips with his. Seconds later, the car stopped. “We’re here,” Joe said. “Lift your ass up.”
After she obeyed, Joe slid her skirt down and pulled the towel from underneath her. He folded the fabric and put it back into the plastic bag. He adjusted his cock and returned to his seat. When they emerged from the limo, Vicki wasn’t sure if the driver was smiling because it was his job to do so or because he knew what they’d been doing. And did she care? A thrill of naughtiness swept through her veins.