7 Miles High

by Pike, Leslie

  Without hesitation I turn and walk out, eyes down. But I can see two couples as they pass and enter the elevator. Following me out, Parker chuckles under his breath.

  “Have a good evening,” he says to my surprise audience.

  “We know you will,” a male voice responds.

  As soon as the doors close, we’re laughing. Good thing I don’t know these people. Unfortunately, they know something about me.

  “Sorry. I should have thought about that,” Parker says, taking my hand.

  But he doesn’t give me time to respond. I’m pressed against the wall, hands above my head. Kisses travel from earlobe to shoulder. He brings a hand under my skirt. Oh yes.

  “Let me touch you. The room’s too far away.”

  My lifted eyebrow encourages him. I hold up the black and red layers to reveal my red lace thong.

  “Is this what you’re after?” I purr.

  A finger pulls my panties aside. He goes to his knees.

  “Spread your legs.”

  My hands are on either side of his head. The first touch of his lips on mine sends a shock of electric sensation through me. Then I feel tongue.

  Ding

  Shit! The other elevator’s about to open. Parker stands while I smooth my dress. When an older couple gets out and heads down the hallway in the opposite direction, Parker takes me by the hand.

  “Let’s quit fucking around.”

  As we head for his room, I feel his eyes on me.

  “What?” I say.

  “Nothing.”

  He’s smiling when he says it, indicating it’s something.

  In return I’m smiling too.

  “What?” he says chuckling.

  “Nothing.”

  He smiles. “Doesn’t nothing feel great?”

  Chapter 5

  Parker

  I hear the metallic click of the deadbolt, locking the world out.

  The key gets tossed on the bar.

  Her purse accidentally slips off the edge of the table.

  It’s left where it lies.

  Nothing’s going to stop us now.

  We meet in a lusty kiss as hands grab fistfuls of my hair. Our bodies press together. My fingers move to her ass.

  One step inside my room has let loose the animals in us. She’s a soft horny bunny. I’m the salivating wolf. We’re not the people we were on the other side of the door. The entire room could evaporate like mist and I wouldn’t notice. It’s just Natalie.

  I begin removing her clothes. The dress requires I slow my roll. The satin sash gets untied, the side zipper unzipped. She unhooks the fabric around her neck but before it falls, she catches it over her breasts. A sly smile lifts the corners of that luscious mouth.

  “Show me,” I say, kissing her shoulder. Her scent. I’m in a field of wildflowers.

  But she doesn’t indulge me just yet.

  Every movement is a tease that hits its mark. The sexual power women wield over men is undeniable. Man is a willing captive knowing he’s about to fuck. Yeah, it’s the heart of lust.

  We’re standing close, but she wiggles out of the dress while still covering herself. It drops to the floor and gets kicked to one side. Red thong, long legs, small waist.

  “Love it,” I murmur.

  Two words are all I can form. Think my enormous erection is robbing my brain of oxygen.

  She lowers her hands, revealing breasts small and so perfectly formed. As she leans in, nipples and areoles lightly brush my pecs. Immediately mine harden through the shirt.

  Then she backs away.

  Slowly she licks the tips of her index fingers and runs one around the edge of her mouth. Oh baby. Whatever you’re going to do, do it. Do it now.

  As if she hears my thoughts, she lightly circles her nipples until they’re peaked. Then biting her bottom lip she brings the thick blonde braid over her shoulder.

  Fucking beautiful witch of a woman. She’s got me under her spell already. Sweet intoxication.

  With the tail of the braid, tied with black satin, she brushes lightly over the aroused buds.

  My balls twitch.

  I need to have a taste. Taking a nipple between my lips I use my tongue to tease, then suck until she starts to moan. My pulse quickens with the sound of passion.

  Her hands go to my zipper. My dick’s pushing, straining, begging to be touched.

  Zip.

  Natalie’s eyes dart to my package.

  That’s right, baby. Look here. I’ve got something for you.

  I unbuckle my belt, unbutton the pants and push them down just enough to make room for the reveal.

  Reaching into my boxer briefs she grazes the length of me then grabs ahold. I’m hard as fuck.

  Hope she doesn’t scare easily.

  She maneuvers to lift it out. Ta da. A flush creeps up her face. That’s a first.

  “You should have told me to brace myself,” she says perfectly serious.

  It’s on.

  I kick off the shoes and drop the pants. Socks and shirt are discarded in a frenzy of lust. As she goes for the thong, I have a request.

  “Let me.”

  I drop to my knees, face three inches from heaven. She places her hands on the sides of my face. Leaning in my lips settle on fabric. Christ, I can feel the shape of her. My tongue automatically traces a journey top to bottom, tucking the cloth inside the slit.

  She takes fistfuls of my hair, steadying her stance.

  Hooking fingers in the red lace I pull it aside, uncovering it all. There’s a thin strip of hair pointing the way. Otherwise she’s waxed smooth. Fucking perfect.

  My mouth touches velvety skin, well-formed lips.

  I want more.

  “Let’s take it off,” I say, pulling the thong down.

  There’s no hesitation. She steps out of the last thing hiding her nakedness. I toss it aside. Here it is. My fantasy come to life. Naked in heels.

  “Why don’t you open your legs for me.”

  When she does I return to the sweet center. My hands grip her ass and explore the wonder of it while I dine on pussy.

  She’s wet. I taste the slick juices and use my tongue to make more.

  “That’s good! Right there,” she says eyes closed, head leaning back.

  I need to have better access. The bed’s just a few feet away.

  “Sit on the edge of the bed,” I command.

  Backing up she takes a seat and removes the heels.

  I stand and move in front of her.

  “Lean back, baby.”

  Grabbing her legs I position them over my shoulders, scooting as close to the bed as possible. Now her pussy is level with my mouth and those full cheeks rest on my chest.

  “Love it,” she says.

  Oh yeah. Sweet sex. I’ll make her come like this. I go light, strong, shallow, deep. Easy access.

  We’re a machine. She’s working with me to make the sensations strong. Every so often she lifts and pushes against my mouth. We’re on fire.

  When I sense her legs begin to stiffen, I change the rhythm. Soft and slow now, methodical. Light flicks of my tongue on her clit. Here she comes.

  A loud cry accompanies her release. It surprises me. She’s a screamer. Yeah! I’m hard as fuck with the sound.

  I quiet my tongue, pressing it against her. The throb is everything.

  My dick’s throbbing too. It wants to get in the game.

  “Oh God!” she says, putting an exclamation point on the orgasm.

  She stretches out her arms as if gathering the moment. When she meets my gaze we’re both smiling.

  With legs still over my shoulders, I take her by the ankles and slide her slowly down the front of me. Backing up a bit I pause when her feet reach my dick.

  “Let go,” she orders.

  My arms open, releasing her ankles and I spread my legs. Don’t forget the balls.

  As I’m being played with by delicate toes, it’s hard to look away from her pussy. She catches me watching an
d bends one leg up and out. Holy shit. I see the cum from here.

  “Let’s get wild,” I say.

  She’s up on her elbows and for a moment her eyes flash.

  My hands grab her ankles and pull her toward me.

  “Sit up.”

  Hooking biceps under her legs, I lift her into my arms. Long smooth legs wrap around my waist and arms encircle my neck.

  “Get on it, babe.”

  I take ahold of my steeled dick and find the spot. She settles against the head and locks eyes with me. This position’s good. Her legs spread wide.

  “Take it slow,” I warn, moving inch by inch.

  Instead, she squeezes that little pussy and keeps doing it till I’m questioning my ability to hold back.

  Her face as much a turn on as the movements and sounds. It’s transformed. A flush has risen on her cheeks, and the scent of sex is in the air. We’re lost in the lust.

  I’m inside. Warm, slick, soft as silk. Tight.

  Her head leans back as I start to pump, solid in my stance, legs planted firmly. Soon she begins to really move, in a kind of twerking motion back and forth in my arms. I’m getting fucked as much as she is.

  Kissing her, sucking her nipples, it wouldn’t take much more to let go. Got to switch it up.

  Let’s see how she handles this one.

  In a move I’ve pretty much perfected, I crook an arm under her thigh and flip her completely upside down. Now we’re in the standing sixty-nine position.

  “Oh!” One syllable says it all.

  “Open your legs,” I say, burying my face in sweet pussy. The well-packed ass is only inches away.

  Her mouth finds my dick as she follows orders and opens wide. Now it’s all on display. Her little asshole gets my attention too. I’m a fucking beast.

  Oh, God. She can suck like a Dyson, upside down, while having her clit licked. That’s real talent.

  I’m tongue deep, and I hear my own moans as she takes the braid’s end and brushes it against my balls.

  That’s it. I’m about to blow.

  I reach under and interrupt the excellent blow job. She releases me, and I flip her right side up.

  Face to face. What a sight. Blonde braid looser than before, face flushed bright red and lips rimmed wet. My own mouth juicy from licking her cum. We meet in a wicked hard kiss.

  There’s just enough time to give her one more orgasm. Then I’m going to come inside the sweetest pussy I’ve ever had.

  With legs wrapped around me, I turn to the wall and rest her back against it. She raises her arms high, bracing herself as I lift her over my shoulders. That’s it, babe. Pussy meets face.

  I dive in, arms bracing myself on either side of her.

  Chapter 6

  Natalie

  Okay, so he’s a god in the bedroom. Thor, Hercules, and Superman all in one.

  I can say with absolute certainty I’m never going to forget what I will forever refer to as the night of endless pleasures.

  But what now? Am I supposed to go back to sex that pales in comparison? For the rest of my life? Just concentrate on my career? I’d hate to think I peaked at thirty. I did not think this through.

  It’s four forty-five a.m. and we haven’t slept yet. I’ve been up almost twenty-four hours. In addition, I lived through airplane terror, Coco Bongo, and three hours of acrobatic sex. I’m wearing down.

  He, on the other hand, doesn’t show fatigue. Stamina Man, that’s my new secret name for him. I’ve sampled his superpower and it’s otherworldly.

  We sit naked and cross-legged on top of the bedding, finishing the room service feast. Looking like we’ve been locked in for days. My braid was undone long ago and now my hair’s bedhead messy. Last night’s smokey eye makeup is mostly on the pillows, right by the lipstick marks. Proof I was ass up face down a few times.

  Parker’s look isn’t much better. He has an ice pack on his shoulder. It’s aching from when he hoisted me against the wall. And the skin under his bottom lip is bruised from eating pussy for so long. Whenever my eyes settle on it I smile in memory of his skills.

  Unfortunately, that’s not his only draw. I’m also finding him fascinating.

  We’ve been talking for an hour. The kind of conversation you get lost in.

  Real.

  This would be our default setting were it to be an actual relationship. Not the ships passing in the night kind we’re in. For some reason it’s deceptively comfortable, as if we’ve known each other a long time.

  My smarter self whispers It’s just illusion.

  “So, what do you want out of life?” he says, feeding me a spoonful of ice cream.

  “I want to be desperately happy.”

  He takes it in as I get the last lick. An eyebrow raises. “Have you ever been desperately happy?”

  “So far, just with myself. But I’m hopeful some day in the future someone else might be included.”

  His head tilts with my answer and his mouth curves into a smile.

  “You’re an interesting woman. Don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you.”

  “Oh yeah? We hardly know each other,” I say, wiping up the chocolate sauce that dripped on my leg. I lick my finger.

  I can tell he likes watching how my mouth moves, because one corner of his smile turns up. Then he looks into my eyes and gets serious.

  “That’s not true. I know when you’re scared you quietly pray. I know your eyes get darker when you’re aroused. And I know you’re trying not to like me too much.”

  The words hit me where my heart lives. Stunning me silent for a few beats.

  “Do you always pay such close attention?” I say.

  “No.”

  I can’t hold in the grin. The man is charming me.

  * * *

  Opening the door to my own room, I toss the key and take in the view. The wall of glass showcases sunlight on the sea, the bright-red umbrellas and chaises, and a nearly empty Coral Beach. It’s still early.

  Too early to call the girls?

  My cell sounds. I retrieve it from my purse and find it’s Elizabeth.

  “I’m so glad you called,” I say, taking off my shoes.

  “Where are you?”

  “Here. I just got back.” I unhook and unzip.

  “How was it?”

  “Elizabeth, it was beyond. Without going into details, the man has skills.”

  “Oh my God! You whore. I love it!”

  “How about you? Did you and James hook up?”

  “No. We had a great time though.”

  “No chemistry?” I step out of the dress and pick it up.

  She laughs. “It was off the charts. He’s an awesome guy.”

  “What then?” I say, moving to the closet.

  “Did you know they’re here on a bachelor party?”

  A stabbing pain runs through my temple. I stop dead in my tracks.

  “Whose?”

  “James. But it’s not as bad as it sounds.” The pain leaves as quickly as it arrived.

  “There’s not going to be a wedding. They’re here to get away from the drama. I’ll fill you in later. We’re all meeting downstairs at Isla Contoy for breakfast. The guys are coming too.”

  “Good.”

  “Thought you’d like that.”

  “You’re the one who said to get wild.”

  “True. Oh, and Jenna arrived a half hour ago.”

  “I take it she got over her flu?”

  “Yeah. I’ve got to give it to the girl. To come for one night tells me she’s a rockstar,” she laughs.

  “Let’s make it a good one.”

  “She wants to party with our friends. I told her how much fun they are.”

  “Okay. What about Holly and Maggie?”

  “Maggie’s in her room. She and Matt spent the night seeing who could tease each other the most. No sex. Holly and the preacher haven’t shown up yet.”

  I start laughing. “Are you kidding me?”

  “Nope. They wer
e all over each other in the taxi. James was shocked. Said it was out of character for the guy. Apparently the Preacher has another side to him.”

  “I want to hear it all. I’m going to get in the shower. What time are we meeting up?”

  “Eleven. See you then, and I’ll catch you up.”

  When we disconnect, I roll the news around in my mind. Bachelor party? Why didn’t Parker tell me? What else is he hiding? Shit! I’ve known the man one day. Why should he tell me anything? My divorce really fucking screwed with my confidence.

  This is exactly what I do wrong. Attach too quickly. Expecting things I’m not sure the man is capable of giving. No, that’s not it. It’s expecting things that can only be given with time. Mistaking lust for something deeper.

  Get smart, girl. I’ve got to protect my heart and just have fun.

  * * *

  I’m sure the other guests can hear our conversation and laughter fifty feet away. The long table overlooking the turquoise sea is packed with dirty dishes and half-empty glasses. Champagne, Bloody Marys, beer, we’re starting early.

  Parker picks up the last piece of extra crispy bacon and feeds me.

  “I’d like to propose a toast,” Elizabeth says standing. “To our beautiful friend and soon-to-be bride, Jenna! We love you, baby.”

  “Thank you all! I’m sorry I had to miss so much. But it looks like you did the best you could without me.”

  It’s funny because it’s true.

  Then she addresses the men. “I’m not even mad that you fucking guys shanghaied my bridesmaids.”

  “It wasn’t our fault,” Matt says, pitching his thumb at Maggie. “This one couldn’t keep her eyes off me.”

  That elicits groans and laughs and a flick of Maggie’s finger on Matt’s head.

  “Oh, that’s different then,” Jenna adds. “I totally get it.”

  Jenna’s personality is big, like her heart. And she’s comfortable enough in her skin to wear a bikini to breakfast. Doesn’t matter that her body is not the typical bikini-wearing type or that the suit may be one size too small.