Flying High

by T. Turner, Olivia

  She gives me a quick peck on the lips and then dives into the water with a squeal and swims away.

  I keep my eyes on her the entire time, watching protectively as she swims around and enjoys the water. I’ll wrestle a great white shark to keep this girl safe.

  My cock is still rock hard, but I’ll have to get used to that. I can’t imagine being in this girl’s presence and not having a hard on. I know it’s my new reality and I’m okay with it.

  When she lies on the sand making sand angels, I walk out of the water and go to her.

  “This is turning out to be a wonderful vacation,” she says with a smile as I stand over her.

  “It’s no longer a vacation,” I say as I take in her beautiful body with her dark skin tone and supple curves that were made for fucking. “This is your home now. We can do this every day.”

  “Don’t tempt me,” she says with a grin. “I might take you up on it.”

  She thinks I’m joking. I would never joke about this.

  I lie down in the warm sand next to her and kiss her again. This time, I can explore her body with my mouth and hands, feeling her warm skin under my fingertips as I caress her big tits and gently tweak her nipples. She shudders as I slide my palm down her stomach and onto her sex, dipping a finger into her soft heat.

  I play with her clit as I thrust my tongue into her mouth, not stopping until she’s cumming on my hand and I’m swallowing every one of her cries.

  I’m not taking her virgin pussy here. There’s too much sand. I want her on soft sheets where we can take our time. Take hours if we need it.

  We both rinse off, put our clothes back on, and hop into the helicopter to get to our next adventure. I know exactly where that’s going to be.

  The energy in the chopper has changed as we lift off the rock and head back into the sky. Nia is quieter, but not in a shy way. She can’t take her eyes off me as I maneuver the bird up, giving me the sexiest look with those lustful eyes.

  She’s starting to see now. She’s starting to realize that she belongs to me. That her body was made for mine.

  “Want to hold onto the joystick?” I ask her through the headsets once we’re high over the island.

  She licks her lips as she shifts in her seat. “More than anything.”

  I’m ready to hand it off to her like last time, but her mischievous little hand heads to my crotch instead.

  My cock hardens to the point of pain as she slides her palm up and down it with a grin on her face.

  “Fuck…” I whisper as she rubs a little harder. I’m dying for some kind of release. I’ve never been so hard for so long. My balls are aching with all the cum I have built up for her.

  I want to sink deep inside her hot pussy and unload all of it into her ripe little womb, but the way she’s moving that hand up and down my big cock, it’s going to end up all over the inside of my boxer briefs.

  “Let’s get this joystick out,” she says as her hands move up to my belt. I lift my ass off the seat to help her.

  My body is on fire. My cock is throbbing with intense need. This goddess has awakened a desire in me that I didn’t know existed.

  Her little hand slides into my pants and I nearly pass out when I feel her fingers wrap around my meaty shaft.

  I can hear her gasp of surprise in my headset when she feels how big and thick I really am.

  “Are you sure you can handle a big joystick like this one?” I tease her with a grin.

  She swallows hard as she stares down at the outline in my pants. “I’ll try,” she says, looking a little nervous but also up to the challenge.

  Her gorgeous brown eyes widen as she pulls it out. I’m rock hard.

  Pre-cum oozes out of my tip, making a mess all over my shaft, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She doesn’t take her hand off me. She’s holding on tight as she tries to figure out her next move.

  “Slide your hand up and down it,” I tell her softly.

  “Like this?”

  She grips me hard and starts jacking me off slowly, using my cum as lubricant. My head drops back on the seat as my eyes close for a second. The helicopter banks right and I perk back up with a gasp.

  I have to pay attention to this chopper or we’re going to end up upside down.

  I’m trying but it’s hard. I’ve never felt a sensation like this before. And when she bends over and adds her sweet plump lips to the mix, I’m ready to pass out.

  I have one eye on the clouds and one eye on her as she lowers her mouth onto my cock. Her wet pink tongue slides out and glides around my swollen head, making me moan as she scoops up a fresh surge of pre-cum and drinks it down.

  “Mmmmmm,” she rumbles through the headset.

  “Is this the first cock you’ve had?” I ask her, afraid to know the real answer. I know that the urge to hunt down any fucker who’s touched my girl will be strong and relentless, not leaving me until the day I die. But I have to know. I have to know that I’m her first like she’s my first.

  “Yes,” she says before slowly running her tongue up my throbbing shaft. “You’re my first. I know I’m a little old for firsts, but—”

  “No,” I say, grabbing a fistful of her hair. “Fate took her time in bringing us together, but now that we’re here, there’s no looking back. We had no choice but to wait.”

  Her free hand slides between her legs and into her shorts, moving wildly as she rubs her clit.

  “Open that sweet little mouth up wide,” I command. She does as I say and stretches out her lips as I move her head down.

  “Oh fucking hell,” I moan when I feel her soft lips wrap around me. She sucks on my head, swirling her tongue around it to lap up any pre-cum she’s missed, and then lowers her head down, taking me one heavenly inch at a time.

  I force my eyes to look out the windshield to make sure we’re not heading straight into the volcano, but as soon as I see that we’re good, I drop them back down to the show.

  She’s really getting into it now, bobbing her head up and down, dragging that sweet tongue up my hard cock.

  My balls are aching with cum, but it feels good when she reaches in my pants and plays with them. She cups them both and holds on as she tightens her lips on my shaft, dragging them up and down my length.

  I hear her sucking and slurping noises in my headset mixed with her little whimpers. I’m in heaven right now.

  “You make me so fucking hard, Nia,” I tell her as I grip her hair. “This cock is always going to be hard for you. Whenever you need it, girl. It will be ready to unload a batch of fresh cum into your hot little body.”

  She starts moving at a frantic pace, desperate to get me off. It’s working. I feel tingles all over as I sense a thunderous orgasm coming.

  “This is your cock now,” I tell her. “It’s meant for your body. It’s only going to be inside you.”

  Her body starts to buck as she cums on her hand. An orgasm is ripping through her, but she doesn’t stop sucking me off.

  Seeing her like this—cumming as she blows me—is enough to send me spiraling. I grip the joystick and struggle to keep the helicopter steady as an orgasm rushes forward.

  I grunt through gritted teeth as heat explodes within me. Nia shoves my cock into the back of her throat as I unravel. She whimpers and moans in delight as I coat the inside of her mouth with a huge load of hot cum.

  She sucks all of it down and then drags her lips up my length a few times to make sure she’s got every last drop.

  Exhausted and spent, she releases my cock and drops her cheek onto my thigh. Her eyes are still locked on my big dick, wet and hard and standing up straight in front of her.

  Even after a good sucking, it’s still not going down. This girl is unreal.

  It’s ready for more action. And so am I.

  I just hope this sweet girl can keep up with all that I have planned for her sexy little virgin body.

  Chapter Six

  Nia

  * * *

  “Jack,” I say as
nerves hit. “You can’t land here. What are you doing?”

  He just smiles at me.

  “Seriously,” I say as I look around nervously. “We’re going to get arrested.”

  He ignores me as he lands the helicopter in the huge backyard. This house is insane. It must belong to Oprah or Richard Branson or someone insanely rich like that.

  “What are you doing?” I ask again as he turns off the engine and we remove our headsets. “What is this place?”

  God, that smile. It makes me forget that I’m probably about to be arrested.

  “This is my home,” he says with a grin.

  My mouth drops open. He laughs.

  “It is?”

  “Yup.”

  The house is a sprawling estate with a gorgeous in-ground pool that looks like it should be on the cover of Luxurious Pool Magazine, if such a thing exists. There’s a rock wall behind it with a waterfall pouring into the water. It’s the perfect place to spend a lazy afternoon on a hot sunny day.

  “This is my main residence,” he says as he unbuckles his belt and hits a few switches. “I have a place on each island, but the other ones are beachfront condos. Not as grand as this.”

  “This is pretty damn grand,” I say as I stare at it in disbelief.

  An older Hawaiian lady opens the patio doors and an adorable corgi shoots out of the house like a rocket. She tears across the yard, heading straight for us with her tongue hanging out of the side of her mouth.

  I smile as Jack leaps out of the helicopter and drops to his knees with his arms open.

  “Akua!” he shouts as the dog crashes into him, looking happier than I’ve ever seen a dog look. I wonder if I look that happy when this man is holding me…

  “Akua, meet my soul mate, Nia.”

  The dog takes one look and then leaps on me, trying to lick every inch of my face. Jack laughs as he holds her back.

  I dig my fingers into the scruff of her neck and the dog drops to her back with her paws in the air, ecstatic. I don’t blame her. If I lived in this utopia with this gorgeous man then I would be looking pretty ridiculously happy too.

  Three staff members walk out of the house and line up next to the door, ready to take any orders or commands from Jack. A fourth staff member walks out holding a silver tray with two fruity cocktails on it. They look delicious with the sweat on the glass and the colorful umbrellas sticking out. My mouth waters as the man hands one to me with a smile.

  “Mango colada,” the man says in a prim voice. “Made with mangos grown on the east side of the estate.”

  I look at Jack in awe as I suck down half of it in one exquisite sip. “You have mango trees here?”

  “I have almost everything here,” he says as he looks at me with a sexy grin. “All I was missing was you. Now I have everything.”

  This is unreal. Like a dream. Everywhere I look are swaying palm trees and bright hibiscus flowers the size of dinner plates. Half of the panoramic view is of the ocean and I can taste the saltwater on my lips and hear the waves from here. The spectacular house rests on a cliff, so the views from inside must be incredible.

  “There’s a path to an amazing private beach over there,” Jack says, pointing to the left side of the house. “Tennis court, two pools, full gym, and more rooms than you’ll ever know what to do with.”

  “Wow,” I say as I look around in awe, the warm breeze taking my hair along with it. “This definitely beats my crappy one-bedroom second-floor apartment in Atlanta. You definitely live in style, Mr. Caine.”

  “It’s all yours now,” he says in a serious voice.

  I force out a laugh. “Right. Good one.”

  He doesn’t look like he’s joking.

  “Excuse me, sir,” the chef says as he walks over. “I hope I’m not disturbing.”

  “It’s okay, William. What is it?”

  “Dinner, sir. Some beautiful mahi mahi was delivered this morning. Freshly caught a few hours ago. Perhaps that for dinner with a lemon garlic cream sauce and some fresh grilled vegetables on the side?”

  Jack looks at me. “How does that sound?”

  I’m practically drooling. “Like a dream come true.”

  Jack smiles at me and then nods to him. “Sounds good, William. With something nice from the cellar. The 74 Leroy Domaine d'Auvenay.”

  “Excellent choice, sir.”

  He hurries away with a nod.

  “Don’t worry,” Jack says to me as I openly stare at the staff as they hurry away to get dinner ready. “I’ll send them home after dinner. We’ll have the place to ourselves.”

  “This is for me?” I ask the maid when I open the door.

  “Yes, miss. Mr. Caine had it delivered for the evening.”

  She’s holding the most gorgeous white cocktail dress in her hands with a box of shoes on the floor behind her.

  I take the dress and suck in a breath as I feel the soft luxurious material. I’ve never worn such a nice dress before. All of my dresses have been bought from the clearance rack at reasonably priced stores. This is a designer dress that I would never splurge on, but I’m really excited to wear.

  “He had it delivered?” I ask as I hang it on the closet door and step back to stare at it. “We were only in the pool for about two hours.”

  The maid walks in and places the shoe box along with another purple box on the bed. “Mr. Caine owns a fleet of helicopters,” she says. “He often does that sort of thing.”

  “Oh,” I say, feeling my face drop. “He has a lot of women here, does he?”

  “No,” she quickly says, shaking her head. “That’s not what I meant. He has items flown in from time to time, but you’re the first woman I’ve ever seen him with.”

  I perk back up, excited to hear that. Maybe I’m a little possessive myself. I don’t like the idea of Jack being with anyone else. I want him all for me.

  “Dinner will be served in the outdoor dining area in sixty minutes,” she says with a bow before walking out of the room and closing the double doors.

  “Seriously?” I mutter under my breath. “Did that chick just bow to me?”

  This still feels surreal. I head over to the huge windows and stare out at the magnificent view of the ocean with the boats in the far distance. I could get used to this.

  It’s not long before my thoughts drift back to Jack. I can’t stop thinking about him, wondering what he’s doing right now, and wondering if he’s thinking about me.

  I’m falling hard for this man. We had a great afternoon by the beach and the pool, just the two of us with Akua crashing our party from time to time.

  I asked to take a shower and get ready for dinner and he didn’t want to leave me alone, even for a second. He wanted to shower with me and get ready together, but I needed a few minutes to gather my thoughts and clear my head. It’s non-stop dirty thoughts whenever that man is next to me.

  Jack reluctantly set me up in a guest room and after about fifteen minutes of making out at the door, I finally pushed him away and forced him to give me some time to get ready.

  This place is set up with everything I need. Luxurious skin and hair products with more make-up than a department store. The maid explained that the bathroom is stocked for women since Jack has family members visiting from time to time.

  My phone buzzes and I laugh when I pick it up and see a text from Kyle.

  KYLE: Where the hell are you??

  NIA: In heaven. Seriously.

  KYLE: What?!? Should I call the police??

  NIA: Don’t you dare.

  I take a selfie sticking out my tongue in front of the amazing ocean view and send it to him.

  KYLE: Come back for me!

  NIA: Not a chance.

  KYLE: Fine. Have fun with Mr. January. :P

  After I’m showered with hair and makeup done, I head over to the bed and open the boxes. The shoes are unbelievable—white open-toed heels with lots of straps that I hope I can figure out.

  I gasp when I open the purple box
. It’s beautiful black lingerie.

  A fluttering hits my stomach as I slide my fingers over the lace.

  I’ve never worn lingerie before, but I’m intrigued as I lift it up and gulp when I see how see-through some of the parts are.

  I drape it against my body and look in the full-length mirror, wondering what it would feel like to walk out of the bathroom wearing this. What would Jack do? How big would his eyes bulge?

  I giggle as I fold it back in the box. I guess I’ll find out soon enough.

  My underwear won’t look good with the dress, so I decide not to wear any. It’s a little bit scary and thrilling to be so exposed, but today is a day for living outside of my comfort zone, so I just go with it.

  When I’m ready, I take one last look in the mirror and am stunned. I’ve never looked like this before. So… rich. So beautiful. I hope Jack likes it.

  I laugh when I open the door and he’s standing in the hall, waiting for me. His back straightens as he looks me up and down with his mouth hanging open. He likes it. He can’t seem to take his eyes off me.

  “You are exquisite,” he says in that deep sexy voice that sends warm tremors rippling through me. “You belong here, my love.”

  “You look very handsome too,” I say. And he does.

  He’s wearing a fitted light grey suit with a white shirt. It’s open at the top, no tie, and it’s showing off the sexy ink on his skin.

  “Come,” he says as he offers his big arm. “Let’s have dinner, so we can finally enjoy our dessert.”

  He looks at my body as he says that last word and my pussy pulses knowing that she’s what he’s got a sweet tooth for.

  The table is set up for two with the most romantic ambiance I’ve ever seen. Lanterns and candles light up the area and soft music is playing from hidden speakers. The sun is setting and the sky is a mix of brilliant shades of purple, pink, orange, and blue. I look around and wonder if there’s truly a more beautiful spot on planet earth right now than right here.