by Whitney G.
“Because if I were to sleep with you again, I’d have to be your only one.”
“My only what?”
“The only woman you have sex with.”
“Come again?” He let go of my waist.
“Like I told you before, I don’t normally hookup…The first time we had sex was fine, because it was a one-night stand, but the second time was a mistake.”
“Having multiple orgasms is never a mistake.”
“Maybe, but I’m not the type who would be okay with having sex with you one night, while knowing that you could possibly be having sex with Sally tomorrow.”
“I don’t know any women named Sally.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I honestly don’t.”
“No matter how much you claim that you ‘need’ to fuck me again, and no matter how many times I might’ve thought about it, too…”
“You’ve definitely thought about it, too.”
“In spite of that, even though the last thing I want right now is a new relationship—”
“Monogamous fucking sounds exactly like a relationship.”
“It isn’t, but the next time I have sex—whenever that is, it will be with someone who’s fucking me and only me. So, if you can’t handle that or agree, you should just walk away.”
He stepped back, and without saying another word, he walked away.
Gate B10
Jake
In flight --> London (LHR)
I’d heard a lot of bullshit in my life, but “I have to be your only one” might’ve secured itself in the number one spot.
I stared straight ahead from the cockpit, wondering why the hell this woman I barely knew was having any type of effect on me. Twice, after walking away from her, I’d ventured into the cabin for a restroom break and caught her smiling and entertaining a male passenger. Each one was a Wall Street type.
The asshole in 3A told her a joke about “the mile-high club.” She’d laughed at him, and even though I could tell it wasn’t genuine, I knew she wasn’t lying when she told him she’d never had sex on a plane. The color on her cheeks gave her away.
The asshole in 4C kissed her hand after she brought him a glass of wine. Then he caressed it as he flirted with her for a least three minutes. (I fucking counted.)
I was seconds away from walking over to him and saying something, but I came to my senses at the last minute and returned to the cockpit—vowing to stay put for the rest of the flight.
Her demands for monogamous fucking were unfair and completely unrealistic, but as we coasted through another patch of clouds, I briefly contemplated if an arrangement like that could work. Temporarily, at least.
Yes, I’d been unable to seal the deal with most of the women in my contact list for weeks, but I didn’t expect that to last forever. Before running into Gillian on the SkyLink, my London contact was texting me about “desperately” needing sex again, but she was insisting that I take her out on a real date beforehand.
I had yet to respond because I knew if we had one date, she would want two. Then there would be random “I’m thinking about you.” “What are you up to?” text messages late at night, and ultimately a conversation about wanting more. It always ended with someone—always the woman, wanting more and that’s why casual sex didn’t need to be consistent with just one person. It didn’t need to resemble anything like a relationship.
I didn’t need to think about Gillian’s “only one” demand any further.
She’s out of her goddamn mind…
Gate B11
Gillian
London (LHR)
“Flight attendants, prepare for landing.” Jake’s deep command came over the speakers minutes before the descent, making me walk through the cabin one last time to make sure all the seat belts were fastened.
The two men who’d flirted with me hours ago were both thankfully staring out the windows, so there was no time for me to accept either of their offers for a date at landing.
The landing came smooth and fast several minutes later, and as the plane parked at the gate, I waited for the ground team to open the door. When all was clear, I took my place near the exit door with Miss Connors.
“We have two days of rest here,” she said. “So I suggest you soak up as much time in the hotel robes as possible, and find the time to unpack your brain so you can bring it aboard our next flight.”
I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to respond to that, so I simply nodded and turned away from her.
“Have an amazing time in London!” Her voice instantly became chirpy for the departing passengers. “Thank you for flying with Elite! Come see us again!”
I started to say farewell to them as well, but I felt Jake stepping between the two of us.
“Nice speech, Captain Weston.” She looked up at him. “Are you not saying the mandatory Elite words and being non-friendly because you’ve forgotten how to be, or are you purposely doing it in hopes that I’ll record it and have you written up?”
“I’m hoping I’ll be written up.”
“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today.” She glared at him. “The next time we fly together, I can guarantee that I won’t be.”
“Looking forward to it.” He glared back at her until she turned away and resumed her over-the-top farewells.
Unlike the other pilots I’d flown with, he didn’t chime in with us to wish the passengers well. Instead, he stood there silent and brooding, as if the passengers couldn’t get off the plane fast enough.
When the final passengers departed, I expected him to say something, to at least look at me, but he addressed the first officer, then he addressed us all.
“Until next time, ladies.” He pulled on the handle of his luggage and said a few more words to the first officer before heading down the jet bridge.
I grabbed my bag and rolled it far behind him, catching bits and pieces of the lusty compliments the other flight attendants were throwing his way.
We all walked through the terminal and to the ground transportation dock where a designated white van was waiting for us. The first officer and Miss Connors shared the front row, I claimed the middle, and Jake sat behind me with Janet and Elizabeth.
“So, Captain Weston…” Elizabeth purred, keeping her voice low so Miss Connors couldn’t hear. “How long will you be staying in London?”
“Just tonight.”
“Oh!” Janet cleared her throat. “Since you only have one night, would you like to join us at the bar this evening?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“What’s there to think about? Did you already have plans?”
“I did,” he said, and I could feel him staring at me. “But the arrangement seems a bit too challenging, so I may have to completely cancel.”
“I see. Well, that’s good for us then.”
I felt a sudden pang of jealousy as he spoke to them, something I’d never felt when seeing my previous lovers or boyfriends casually talk to women. Hell, Ben had entertained an ex-girlfriend twice a year via his polo club reunions, and back then I never even gave it a second thought. Never felt a remote sense of concern or envy.
But now, this man who had only been inside of me twice, was pushing me closer and closer to the edge of turning around and saying something.
For ten minutes, and five highway exits, I sat and helplessly listened as my coworkers laid their charm on thick. As he practically returned their charm with equal interest.
The second the van pulled in front of the hotel, I opened the door and nearly jumped out. “I’ll check us all in,” I said, rushing inside the door with Miss Connors rushing to catch up to me.
“Something wrong, Miss Taylor?” She sounded genuinely concerned. “Are you okay?”
“No, just really tired. That’s all.”
She furrowed her brow, but she didn’t say anything further.
The desk agent quickly located our crew packets and checked our IDs before handing us our room keys
.
“Sunday at ten, Miss Taylor,” Miss Connors said. “If you’re so much as a millisecond late, I’ll make sure you regret it.”
“Got it.” I walked away just as Jake and the rest of the crew walked through the hotel doors. I headed straight for the elevators, but since I didn’t want to have to deal with seeing any glances exchanged or hear any sexual innuendos, I walked across the hotel’s atrium and headed toward the emergency steps.
Passing through a windowed hallway, I rolled my luggage to the first flight of steps and suddenly felt someone gripping my waist from behind, someone spinning me around.
“I need to set some rules and conditions of my own for this shit.” Jake’s blue eyes stared into mine, wanting and possessive.
My back hit the window and my luggage fell to the floor.
“If I agree to this,” he said, his jaw clenched. “There will be no late night emotional talks, no mention of the words ‘more’ ‘us’ or ‘relationship’, and I won’t be taking you out on any dates.”
“I didn’t ask you to take me out on any dates.”
“I don’t want to know a goddamn thing about your life outside of the bedroom.”
“That makes two of us.”
“I won’t be the guy you think you can call when you need to talk to someone.” He paused. “Unless it’s about how wet your pussy is, I don’t want your name on my call log, and I don’t need you thinking we’ll ever be friends.”
I started to fire back, but he kissed me roughly, preventing me from getting a single word out.
“You don’t get to ask me questions about anything more than if I can go harder, longer, and deeper, and I won’t ask you anything outside of ways I can better please your pussy.”
My nipples hardened against my bra and my panties were sticking to my skin. As if he could sense it, too, he slipped his hand beneath my dress and tugged at the silk, slipping his fingers beneath it.
“We’ll share our bodies, not our lives.” He lowered his voice as his thumb softly stroked my clit. “That’s all I can ever give to you. That’s all I ever will give to you.”
He slid his other hand down my waist and squeezed my ass. “Are there any other conditions on your end?”
“Yes…” I managed as he tore off my panties.
“What else could there possibly be?”
“Three things.” My gaze went to his hands as he unbuckled his pants and pulled down his zipper, but the start of my sentence hung suspended in the air as he pulled out his cock.
“You were saying?” He tilted my chin up so my eyes were on his.
“Being your only one,” I said. “You didn’t mention anything about the women in other cities. You need to promise that they won’t be in the picture.”
“It was already implied,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I agree to fuck you and only you for however long this—whatever the hell this is, lasts. Happy?”
“Very.”
“What’s the second thing?”
“I want you to—” I sucked in a breath as his hand slid up my back and unclasped my bra in one smooth motion. “I want you to promise not to burn me.”
“Burn me?” He repeated.
“Hurt me.” I nearly stuttered. “I need you to promise that you won’t hurt me, Jake.”
He was silent, looking somewhat confused, but then he circled his thumb around my nipple and spoke slowly. “Gillian, I’m not going to burn or hurt you, unless you ever want to try that type of foreplay.” He pushed my dress up my waist. “That said, since we’ve agreed to no emotional entanglements whatsoever, you would have to fall for me in order for me to hurt you.” He ran his hand up and down my sides. “I’ll be sure that you don’t, and I guarantee that I won’t. What’s the third thing?”
“The third thing is that we do need to talk.”
“I just said that we don’t need to talk. Ever.”
“It doesn’t have to be anything serious, just cordial and friendly. You have to give me that…”
“Why?”
“This is new for me, no strings-attached sex. I’ve never done this before.”
He looked completely taken aback, blinking a few times, but then he eventually nodded. “Okay, Gillian. I’ll try to give you that.”
“Thank you.”
“So, you agree to all of my terms?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Good.” He pushed me back against the railing. “I agree to yours, too.”
Without another word, his mouth was on mine—hot and heavy, reminding me of all the times I’d fantasized about it at night. Except this was better. Much better.
His hard cock was pressed against my thigh and I rubbed my palm against it, murmuring as he bit down on my lip. He suddenly tore his mouth away from mine and pulled a condom out of his pocket and handed it to me.
I tried to tear the packet open with my fingertips, but he laughed softly and took it from me.
“No.” He held it in front of me. “With your mouth.”
I hesitated, staring at him unsurely, but then I bit the corner of the foil with my teeth and ripped it open. With my fingers, I pulled the wet rubber out of the packet and rolled it over his cock, my pussy throbbing with every hard inch it covered.
His mouth returned to mine, heated and demanding once again, and he wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted me up onto the banister.
“Spread your legs.” He commanded.
I gripped the railing and obliged, feeling his hands cup my ass and pull me forward.
Without another word, he pushed his cock into me with one deep thrust—completely obliterating my walls and making me scream.
Biting my neck, he whispered harshly into my ear. “If you scream like that again, someone is going to find us. “His fingers dug into my skin, a slight punishment. “And I’m not stopping, Gillian. Audience or not.”
I bit my tongue, never getting a chance to answer as he pounded into me again and again. As he fucked me relentlessly and recklessly, making my knuckles whiten against the railing, I succumbed to his control.
I met him thrust for thrust—my nipples aching under his rough touch, my pussy dripping wet against his cock. Each time a moan escaped my mouth, he slapped my ass and punished my skin with a harder bite.
Several flights above us, the sound of hotel guests entering and exiting through heavy doors could be heard, but eventually it dissolved into the background. All I could hear now was our heavy breathing and the sound of our skin slapping against each other.
“Oh…Oh goddd…” I struggled to hold back as I felt his cock throbbing inside of me, as he fucked me deeper.
He slapped my ass—hard, and tightened his grip on me.
I bit his shoulder, trying to prevent myself from screaming, but it was no use. I cried out as my body shook and convulsed against his strong hold, and I shut my eyes as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through my body.
“Fuck, Gillian…” He pounded into me a few more times, finding his own release, and as he came, he held me still against his cock.
Slick with sweat and panting heavily, the two of us looked at each other, remaining entwined.
This is definitely going to be a problem…
After several minutes, he slowly pulled out of me and helped me off the banister, setting me on the floor. Then he turned away and began fixing his clothes, softly telling me to do the same.
I was snapping the second hook of my bra when a male voice from high above us called out.
“Hello? My son heard a scream!” He shouted. “Is everything okay down there? Hello?”
Jake gave me a pointed look.
“Everything is fine.” I called out. “I came to check, too! Nothing is here!”
“Alright then. Thanks!”
I finished smoothing my dress, not bothering to fix my sweat-drenched hair.
“I need your phone number,” Jake said, taking out his cell phone. “And your email address, if you actually use it.”
“I t
hought you said there wouldn’t be any late night phone calls.”
“There won’t be. This is so you can tell me your lines whenever you get them. I don’t think it’s fair for us to wait until we’re both in New York to have sex, so we’ll need to meet in layover cities whenever our schedules intersect. We’ll find places to meet up from there.”
I quickly recited my phone number and he saved it. Then he took my phone from my blazer pocket and typed his number in.
“This arrangement ends the moment either of us wants it to, correct?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“For any reason?”
“Any reasonable reason.” He stepped back and grabbed the door handle. “And just so we’re perfectly clear, Gillian…” The way he said my name made me wet all over again. “When I commit to something, even something as ridiculously preposterous as this, I expect the other person to do the same.”
“I said I would. Or did you somehow miss the part where I agreed?”
“No” he said. “You agreed to the terms, but I’m going to re-iterate them in more serious and final words for you. Until this ends, my cock is the only cock you’re allowed to have, your mouth belongs to me, and if you’re ever wet and in need of pleasure, you’ll wait until I’m available to give it to you.”
Gate B12
Jake
London (LHR) --> Charlotte (CLT) --> Phoenix (PHX)
This is definitely going to be a problem…
“Keep your hands on the bed.” I pulled Gillian’s hair back hours after we’d fucked in the stairwell. “Keep your ass up like that for me.”
I tried to hold her taut as I slid inside of her, but she didn’t listen. She released her hands from the mattress—slipping off my cock and falling forward, screaming and shaking as an orgasm ripped through her small frame.
Grunting as I came right after her, I gripped her hips to prevent her from falling to the floor. When I was sure she wasn’t going to roll off the bed, I flipped her over and let her back hit the sheets—watching her as she continued trying to catch her breath.