Flying High

by T. Turner, Olivia

  She looks at me over her shoulder, her eyes glazed over with lust. Her black hair is bouncing on her back. I love the look of her like this—submitting to me. She’s so fucking sexy.

  “Oh Jack,” she moans as she grabs a fistful of sheets and yanks them off the mattress. “I’m going to cum. I can feel it.”

  Her pussy tightens on my shaft even more as I fuck her through it. My arms and chest flex as I grip her ass cheeks a little too hard. She cries out, but it also sends her spiraling. Her pussy releases on my dick and I grit my teeth as I feel a fresh batch of warm cream coating me.

  The urge to breed this beautiful black body comes raging back and I thrust in hard, holding my throbbing cock in her pulsating cunt. I throw my head back and let out a savage roar as I cum deep in her warm heat.

  I hold onto her as surge after surge of hot fertile cum leaves my aching balls and coats her ripe waiting womb.

  She’s shaking as her orgasm consumes her. Her arms are stretched out on the bed as she moans in ecstasy.

  I watch her and take in every second, knowing that my seed is taking root in her body. She’s mine now. All fucking mine.

  When I finally pull out of her, my cock is coated in our cream. It’s all mixed together in a beautiful sight. She turns and looks at it as I lay beside her and swallow her in my big protective arms.

  I’ll never let this girl go. I’ll never let her get hurt or want for anything.

  She’s mine and I’ll take care of her forever.

  Her and our baby that’s growing right now in her womb.

  I slide my hand on her stomach and inhale her heavenly scent. This is the place for me. The place where I belong.

  Sweaty and satisfied beside my girl.

  Chapter Ten

  Nia

  * * *

  “Not too much,” Jack says as I bank the helicopter to the right. “We want smooth movements for our guests. We don’t want to plaster them against the windows.”

  I smile as I correct the helicopter.

  “Much better,” he says with an approving nod.

  Getting approval from him fills me with a glowing warmth. Everything about this man fills me with a glowing warmth.

  After our incredible night together, we spent the morning making love in Jack’s giant bed. When I’m in his arms and he’s inside of me, it feels so perfect. Like it’s where I was born to be.

  The feelings he sparks in me are so foreign, yet so familiar. It feels like my true self has ignited and emerged from a long slumbering hibernation. Every moment with this man feels like I’m living inside the pages of a fairy tale.

  It’s too bad that I have to leave in three days. But… do I?

  He wants me to stay. He’s been very clear about that.

  But I can’t… It’s too crazy of an idea. We just met. And even though it feels perfect in every way, it won’t stay like that for long. It can’t. This isn’t a fairy tale. This is real life and in real life, the prince always gets annoyed of the maiden for leaving wet towels on the floor and eventually sends her packing.

  So what? I’m going to leave a well-paying job and give up my apartment and life (pathetic though it is) in Atlanta for a one-in-a-million chance to live the life of my dreams with the man of my dreams on this gorgeous oasis of an island?

  It’s unrealistic. It’s not smart.

  But still… I can’t let go of the thought. It’s buried into my brain like a stubborn root that can’t be pulled out and discarded.

  I can’t picture myself getting on that plane in three days. It’s going to kill me to walk back into that dreary office building next week with my cold coffee and with all of my coworkers who gave up on life a long time ago.

  And my apartment… sleeping alone in my lonely bed… I can’t even imagine that anymore…

  The life I’m headed back to seems so boring. So average. So uninspiring.

  Everything about this place is exciting and thrilling. Not a second has been boring. I never know what’s going to happen next.

  “Very good,” Jack says through my headset in that sexy voice of his. “Now hit that green switch over your head. Great.”

  After Jack’s chef made us breakfast, Jack brought me to his hangar and introduced me to the training helicopter. There are two joysticks in this one—one for each of us—but I kind of miss the chopper from yesterday. Flying was much more fun with my hand between his legs gripping that long hard joystick.

  “You’re a natural,” he says. “You’ll be flying like a pro before the end of the month. I’m sure of it.”

  He’s sure of it. This man is pure confidence and seems absolutely sure that I’m staying.

  A swell of emotions surges through me from optimism to doubt to excitement to sadness. Can I really stay? Could I really leave?

  I don’t know…

  I take in the spectacular scenery from up here and get a hold of myself. I’m actually flying a helicopter—my dream!—with a gorgeous man that I’m crushing hard on and who seems absolutely obsessed with me, in Hawaii of all places. I better get out of my head and enjoy this moment because if I do leave, I’ll never get a moment like this again.

  So, that’s what I do.

  I smile at Jack and he smiles back at me, making my cheeks blush.

  It’s time to enjoy this magical moment with the man I feel closer to than I have with any other man before.

  “Show me how to hover,” I say to him.

  He grins. “Absolutely!”

  Chapter Eleven

  Nia

  * * *

  “I’ve flown thousands of hours on my computer simulation,” Devon says with an air of superiority. “I’m practically a licensed helicopter pilot at this point.”

  “Practically,” Kyle says with a roll of his eyes. “Except that you’ve never actually flown a helicopter, correct?”

  Devon drops his eyes, looking abashed. “Correct. But I could if I had the chance.”

  I look up at Jack and give him a smile of gratitude for putting up with my coworkers like this. It’s our last night in Hawaii and I had a work dinner planned tonight that I couldn’t miss (even though I really wanted to), but I couldn’t spend it without Jack.

  He’s been great. He got us reservations on the most exclusive (and expensive) restaurant on the island and we have the best seat in the house. It’s a gorgeous table on the grass in front of a stunning beach. Palm trees are swaying over our heads and the gentle sound of the waves lapping the shore mixes with the live band playing Hawaiian music. The sun is just beginning to set and the waiters are lighting the tiki torches.

  Devon has been trying to impress Jack all night with his helicopter knowledge and Jack has nodded politely at all of the ridiculous things he’s said. I’m very appreciative.

  He slides his hand onto my thigh under the table and I grip it, giving it a little squeeze to show him how grateful I am that he’s here.

  I’ve never felt a feeling of pride before, walking into a public place on a man’s arm. I definitely felt that tonight.

  Every woman’s head in the restaurant turned to look at Jack when we walked in, but I swear, he never took his hungry eyes off me. He makes me feel like a supermodel. I’m going to miss that feeling. I still can’t believe that it’s our last night together. I push that horrible thought out of my head before it makes me start to cry and try to be happy, enjoying our last night together.

  Susan leans in when Devon asks Jack a technical question. “Be careful of that man,” she warns in a whisper.

  Even after two glasses of wine, this woman hasn’t relaxed. She’s a frazzled ball of nerves as usual.

  “Why do you say that?” I ask.

  “He has tattoos,” she says in a deathly serious tone. “He could be a serial killer. Men with tattoos almost always are.”

  I’m trying to see if she’s joking, but she’s not.

  “I’ll keep that in mind, thanks.”

  She grumbles something to herself as she grabs another b
read roll.

  I love his tattoos. They’re so sexy.

  His palm slides up my thigh as I lean in closer to him and inhale his musky cologne. Having his hand inch up my leg is getting me going all over again. I squirm in my seat, feeling a hot wetness seep between my legs. This feeling is getting all too familiar…

  Jack leans into my ear when Devon starts talking to Kyle. “I don’t like sharing you,” he whispers in a raspy voice. “It makes me crazy with all these mens’ eyes on you.”

  I look around shyly. There aren’t any men looking at me, are there?

  “I want you all to myself. You’re breathtaking in this dress and I want it to be just for me.”

  “It is just for you,” I whisper back as I slide my hand up his thick forearm. His jacket is on the back of his chair and his shirt sleeves are rolled up his sexy tattooed arms. I drag my fingertips up it, loving the way I can tease goosebumps out of him. “And I’m not wearing any panties. Just for you.”

  His palm slides up my thigh and I have to swallow a gasp when I feel his fingertip grazing my sex, testing to see if I’m telling the truth.

  “Mmmmm,” he moans low enough for only me to hear. There’s a lustful glaze over his eyes and I know we better get the check soon before this caveman kicks everyone out and takes me on the table. Unfortunately, we haven’t even got our main course yet.

  “Right, Jack?” Devon says, jerking us out of our heavenly daze.

  “What?” Jack says, turning to him with a snarl. He looks like a wolf who’s been interrupted mid-meal. I’ve never seen that feral look in his eyes before, but I like it. I want to see more of it.

  “I was just saying that the Robinson R2 is the best helicopter around,” Devon says proudly. “Don’t you agree?”

  “Sure,” Jack grunts. He turns back to me and is gripping my hand as he explodes out of his chair. “I want to show you something.”

  “Careful,” Susan says as she grips my other hand. “Make sure he leaves the steak knife on the table.”

  “I’ll be okay,” I whisper with a wink.

  She’s shaking her head, not buying it at all.

  Jack practically drags me through the outdoor restaurant. I try to keep up, but it’s hard walking in these heels on the grass.

  I can feel the intense primal need radiating off him. I knew he was the type of man who gets whatever he wants, and right now, this man wants me. Desperately.

  He bumps into a waiter on the way to the back, but he doesn’t stop.

  “Where are we going?” I ask when we’re in an area that looks like it’s for staff only.

  He doesn’t answer. He can’t answer. There’s only one thing on his mind and that’s getting into me as soon as humanly possible.

  I look around for any witnesses as he forces open a small closet. Inside are a few brooms leaning against the wall and some extra folded chairs. There’s a bare light bulb in the ceiling. Jack turns it on.

  It’s not as romantic or functional as the last place we made love, but I’ll take it. It’s not about romance now. It’s about urgent need. Unrestrained lust.

  We hurry inside and close the door. The carnal look on Jack’s face as his hungry eyes feast on me sends shivers cascading through me.

  The dark shadows on his face are making him look like a predator. It’s making him look like he’s going to devour me whole. Susan would call the police if she saw him right now, but it doesn’t scare me at all. It just heightens my need, my anticipation, my lust.

  “What if someone comes in?” I say, already breathless.

  He pushes me against the door, which swings inward, and I know nobody is going to be able to open it with our body weight pressing against it.

  “I’m so wet,” I whisper as his lips hover over mine. I can feel my need sopping onto my inner thighs.

  “Pull up your dress and show me,” he commands in a firm voice.

  I’m heaving out breaths with my back arched against the door. My hand is shaking as I grab the bottom of my dress and pull it up for him, exposing my bare pussy.

  “Oh!” I cry out with a shudder as he cups my aching mound and dips a finger inside my wet hole. It feels so good, but I want more. I want his big thick cock to stretch me out. It’s the only thing that will satisfy me and I need it now.

  “So fucking wet,” he growls as he pulls his hand away and sucks my juice off his finger.

  My knees buckle, but he’s pressing me against the door so I stay up.

  I reach for his belt and frantically pull it out as he yanks down the top of my dress, freeing my breasts. He’s on them at once, gripping them firmly as he sucks on my hard tingling nipples.

  My pussy is on fire. I can’t get his delicious cock out fast enough.

  We’re both grunting and panting and whimpering, probably making way too much noise for a public restaurant. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a crowd gathered outside when we finally open the door. I don’t even care. Getting his cock inside of me is the only concern on my mind.

  I get his throbbing monster free and guide it to my wet hole. With one hard pump of his hips, he thrusts it deep inside me, stretching and filling me out completely. I dig my face into his neck and stifle a cry.

  “I never want to leave this sweet cunt,” he grunts as he holds himself deep within me. “I can’t control myself when it comes to you.”

  “I love it when you’re like that,” I tell him as my hands curl into fists, making wrinkles in his shirt as I squeeze it. “When you’re out of control for me.”

  He kisses me hard on the mouth and then starts thrusting in and out with a fierce pounding rhythm. I slam into the door over and over as the heated pleasure builds within.

  It’s so wet between us, my pussy coating him in my warm sticky juices.

  This is the most frantic I’ve seen him. The most desperate to get off. Neither of us are going to last long here. I can already feel an orgasm building within.

  “We’ll take our time tonight,” he hisses through gritted teeth as he fucks me harder. “Right now I need to coat your insides with my cum. I need you drenched in me, so every man in here knows you’re mine.”

  “They know,” I moan. “Everyone knows I’m yours.”

  He grabs the back of my legs and lifts me off the ground. I gasp as he spreads my legs apart and hammers his big cock into me at a ruthless pace.

  I cum hard all over his dick, but he doesn’t even slow down. He’s merciless as he rams into me over and over, melting my insides in the most blissful way.

  This time I don’t get my mouth into his neck as I cry out in pleasure. It’s way too loud, but I don’t care. I will in a few minutes, but not right now.

  Jack’s grip on me tightens as he thrusts in all the way and holds his cock in me with a savage grunt. I feel his dick lurch in my pussy and then the beautiful warmth of his cum filling every inch of me.

  Seconds drag by in a euphoric dreamlike state as our orgasms flow through our veins. If I could stay in this moment forever, I would.

  But the orgasm eventually fades and my legs start to cramp up. Jack puts me back on my feet and reluctantly pulls his cock out of me.

  “You’re incredible,” I tell him as my pussy glows with a satisfied heat.

  We’re both trying to catch our breaths as I look down between us and see his giant cock dripping wet. He’s covered in my cream and his cum. It’s a beautiful sight. I have the urge to lick it off him, but something tells me we’d better not linger in this storage closet for much longer.

  “We’re incredible together,” he whispers as I tuck my breasts back into my dress. “Don’t go.”

  “Jack…”

  “I want you to stay. I need to be with you. I’ll go with you if you must return to Atlanta. I’ll sell my business and my homes and follow you back.”

  “You’d do that?” I ask, shocked. “For me?”

  He nods and the serious look in his eyes tells me that he’s not messing around. I have no doubt that if I got on
that plane, he’d be sitting in the seat next to me, waiting with a bag of peanuts.

  “Let’s talk later,” I say when I hear someone walking by outside. “We should get back to the table.”

  We get dressed in a hurry and casually stroll back to the table like we’re completely innocent when we’re anything but.

  The rest of the dinner goes great. Jack wins everyone over except for Susan who is still convinced that he’s going to show up on the FBI’s Most Wanted list any day now. He pays the bill and we say goodbye to the group.

  I giggle when I see Devon give Jack his phone number, telling him to call him any time. Like that’s ever going to happen.

  “Are you okay?” Kyle whispers when I say goodbye to him.

  “More than okay,” I whisper back to him with a grin.

  He smiles, knowing that if it’s coming from me, this must be the real thing.

  “I’m happy for you,” he says. “Just let me come visit when you’re living in Hawaii.”

  “We’ll see,” I tell him with a smirk.

  Jack takes my hand and we stroll down the beach. It’s dark out now and with all the wine and food in me, I feel wonderful with the breeze in my hair and this unexpected man by my side.

  “So,” I say when the unsaid words between us get so heavy that they must be addressed. We both know our time is coming to an end and we don’t seem to be on the same page. “I said we could finish our talk later.”

  “I’ll do the talking,” he says as he stops and takes both my hands. “Just listen. Please.”

  “Okay…”

  His hotness always shakes me. Standing here, staring up at him, fuck… Those intense eyes, that hard jaw, the way his jacket is drifting open… I wish I had a picture of him in this moment. I’d stare at it in my little cubicle whenever work was a pain in the ass, and dream I was back here.

  I can’t believe I have to leave tomorrow.

  My flight is in the morning.

  This is our last night together.

  I’ve put it out of my mind, but now, there’s no escaping it. A flood of emotions takes me over and I can’t help but cry.