Flight

by Colmer, Siena

  Ryle shrugged. “The guy was obviously crazy about you.”

  “What makes you think that?”

  “I’ve seen the way you looked at him and the way you’ve looked after a flight test. You’re more in love with your job than with Hathaway.”

  Charlie frowned. Was she that easy to read? Or was Ryle just that astute?

  “You can make a left turn here.” She said as she saw they were approaching her street. “Through the back lane. All the way to the end.”

  Ryle followed her directions, coming to a stop beside the garage.

  “It’s an interesting apartment.” He said, glancing at the garage.

  “It is.” She agreed. “My parents converted their garage into an apartment to give me some privacy.”

  For some reason, she didn’t want to get out of the car. Ryle had left the car running, and he made no attempt to get out of the car either, patiently waiting for her leave.

  “I…um…thank you, for the lift.” She said, reluctant to go.

  “No problem.” He said casually.

  Charlie glanced over at his hard profile as he stared straight ahead, “I…um…would you like to come in for a coffee…or something?”

  Ryle frowned, his eyes looking intently into hers, “What are you playing at, Charlie?”

  She caught her breath, oh God, what was she doing? “I’m not playing at anything.” She whispered shakily, still making no move to leave the car.

  Deep azure eyes searched hers, “Do you know what you’re inviting?”

  She closed her eyes for a long moment, struggling for breath before opening her eyes again. “Yes.”

  “Are you sure?” He demanded, even as he turned the car engine off.

  “Very.” She breathed. Her heart was hammering in her chest, but she had no doubt.

  It seemed forever as they walked up to the door of her apartment. She was conscious of Ryle’s powerful body close to hers. At the door, she was shaking so much that it took her a while struggling with her keys.

  “I…um…” she turned toward Ryle after finally opening the door, “I…”

  “Charlie, you’re driving me crazy,” Ryle groaned, and the next second his strong arms were going around her, molding her body against his as his mouth sought hers urgently.

  Somehow, her apartment door was shut and they were inside her bedroom. Their clothes made a trail from the door to her bed. She was only wearing her bra and panties by the time they fell onto her bed. He had taken off his jacket, but he still wore everything else.

  It felt so good having his hard body on top of hers as they continued to kiss. She was getting lightheaded as they kissed each other hungrily. He parted her mouth and plunged deep into the sweet moistness of her mouth. She moaned, her tongue meeting his in a heady dance. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts through her lace bra. She wanted to touch him. She was impatient with it. She grasped the hem of his long sleeved T-shirt, pushing it upwards.

  He stopped kissing her for a moment to sit up; his long thighs straddling her, as he swiftly pulled his T-shirt off, revealing a toned body with hard abs. She ran her hands caressingly up his chest and pulled him back down to her to kiss him. He kissed her long and deep. Then he was trailing kisses down her neck, across her collar bone. His fingers pushed her bra straps down, easing the lace cups to expose her breasts with their swollen nipples. He took a nipple into his mouth. She gasped in pleasure, the nipple instantly tightening into a hard bud. His tongue rubbed the tip as he sucked erotically. She couldn’t seem to stop moaning as she held him against her, arching her back and demanding more.

  He sucked first one nipple, then the other, until they were both hard with arousal. He continued tracing kisses down her body, over the hollow of her midriff to her belly button, to the edge of her matching lace panties. He held her thighs open. His fingers traced the edge of her panties as he kissed her through the lace.

  “Ryle!” She gasped, clutching his upper arms as she lifted her hips. “Please, please,” She panted incoherently. She needed him. Now. His tongue teasing her pussy through the lace was completely undoing her.

  “Shh,” He murmured, almost soothingly. “We don’t have to rush.”

  “Please, now.” She demanded and he smiled, an intimate little smile that made her heart beat more crazily.

  He kicked off his boots, and shed his pants and boxers quickly. She only managed to unhook her bra when he came back to bed to cover her body with his.

  “Damn,” He murmured while kiss her neck. “I have to go get condoms.”

  “In my night table.” She told him. She had kept them there, although there was never a need for them since she moved back home.

  He never stopped kissing her as he groped around the drawer for the condoms. The box was new and he had to stop kissing her to tear open the box. Just watching him, his every action, made her that much more impatient to be with him. The sight of his huge arousal made her insides turn to jelly. She wanted him inside her so badly she was reaching for him before he even finished rolling on the condom.

  He slipped off her panties with expert hands, one hand caressing her, the other hand cupping the side of her head, his fingers caressing her hair as he kissed her passionately. She felt the nudge of his erection against her inner thigh. She moaned, arching up to rub herself against his hard flesh. His fingers rubbed her wet flesh as he knelt between her thighs.

  She gasped as he entered her slowly. She was wet and ready, but she still caught her breath at the feel of his full length inside her.

  “Christ, you’re tight.” He murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth, her cheek, her temple, and her hair as he gave her time to adjust to his size.

  “It’s…been a long time.” She panted.

  “Hey, it’s okay,” He said huskily. “We’ll take it slow.” He gently brushed the strands of hair from her flushed face, his eyes looking into hers.

  He bent to kiss her again, slowly. His tongue moved in the same slow and steady rhythm that his hips set to. With each slow and deliberate thrust, she moaned. Her fingers dug into his back, holding him as she began to move to meet his thrust. He groaned and grounded against her a little harder.

  Her head fell back against the pillow as he increased the rhythm. The pleasure was so intense that she could barely breathe. She was moaning and gasping loudly, and the pleasure just kept building until it burst and she felt as if she exploded into millions of pleasurable sparks. Feeling her climax, he moved faster, his face buried against her hair as he pounded against her. He gave a deep guttural groan as he came with one last thrust. She felt the tightening of his muscles under her fingertips and shuddered with him, her whole body trembling with it.

  Charlie couldn’t seem to stop trembling for a long while afterward. Tiny jolts of pleasure shot through her every time she moved. Ryle rolled to lie down beside her and pulled her against him.

  It was a long time later when she finally stirred, and that was only because Ryle was moving from her side.

  “Don’t go.” The words came out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

  He leaned up on the pillow, leaning over her. “I’m not going anywhere.” He assured her. And only when he answered her did she realize she was holding her breath.

  “Can I get you a coffee…or something?” She asked.

  Ryle laughed, his hand resting on her hips tightened. “Or something.” He agreed, kissing her hair, “I’m not done with you yet.”

  She smiled to herself. She lay against his side, her hand continued to caress his arm and chest. She couldn’t stop touching him. She didn’t want to.

  “Am I to guess by this that you missed me while I was gone?” She could hear the teasing note in his voice.

  “I wouldn’t go that far. But I did notice you weren’t there to bother me while I was trying to work.” She kept it light, not wanting him to guess that this meant a lot more to her than just a one-nighter or a fling.

  “So this would bothe
r you?” His hand slid down her back, over her hips and down her thigh, rubbing sensuously.

  She could barely suppress a moan.

  “And this?” He inserted a leg between hers and the feel of his hair roughened thigh rubbing between hers was so similar to what she fantasized about when she first saw him at the track that she couldn’t suppress this moan.

  “You don’t fight fair.” She accused breathlessly.

  He laughed; the sound husky. “I never said I did.” But his teasing quickly turned to appreciation when he felt the wetness of her juice against his thigh. “God, you’re wet again.”

  She wasn’t listening to him anymore. She closed her eyes and grinded herself against his leg. He rolled up above her, supporting himself on his elbows on either side of her. While he kept the leg pressed tight against her wet flesh, his hands fanned out on either side of her head, lightly holding her there while his fingers caressed her hair. His eyes met hers for a long moment before he bent to kiss her.

  He kissed her softly at first, slow butterfly kisses. She parted her lips and his tongue slipped in. They kissed until her whole body was on fire. She rocked against his leg, moaning as he deepened the kiss. His tongue drew on hers, seeking the honey sweetness inside her mouth. She moaned loudly as she came.

  He spent the night with her, making love to her several times throughout the night.

  It was late when Charlie woke up the next morning. Waking up in Ryle’s arms gave her the most content feeling she had ever felt. It felt so right somehow. She didn’t want to move. She wished she could lie in bed with him all day. She sighed, snuggling closer against his side.

  A glance to the clock showed it was half past nine. Ryle was still deep asleep and she didn’t want to wake him. After all, he seemed exhausted last evening and he still stayed up most of the night making love with her. She eased out of bed carefully, determined to let him sleep as long as he needed to.

  She left the bedroom quietly and went to take a shower. She washed her hair and stood under the warm spray. Despite the refreshing feel of the water, she still felt pleasantly lethargic. She was soaping herself when Ryle came in.

  “Need any help?” He asked lazily, walking naked into the bathroom as confidently as if he was wearing a tailored suit.

  “You’re awake.” She murmured, her eyes lingering on him as he walked into the shower to join her.

  He stepped under the spray and cupped her face, bending his head to kiss her. “Good morning.” He said huskily when he finally released her mouth.

  She clung to him, her knees suddenly feeling weak. “Good morning.”

  She never knew taking a shower could be such a sensuous experience. The shower cubical was small, but that didn’t seem to deter Ryle as he soaped and washed her until she was squirming with pleasure. Ryle helped wash her first in the front, and she did the same with him. Her hands lingered on his hard muscles, so firm under smooth skin. Her soapy hands traveled past his navel, and she daringly took him into her hands. He groaned and his hand covered hers, trapping her hand there. And even with the water running over them, she could feel him growing in her hand.

  “Turn around, let me wash your back.”

  She closed her eyes as she felt his large hands rubbing her back in slow caressing motions. When he finished rinsing her, she tried to turn around, but he stopped her. He pulled her back to him as he nuzzled the nape of her neck while his hands caressed her shoulders, her breasts, lingering to cup them, his fingers rubbing her nipples until they were swollen with desire.

  She moaned and leaned weakly back against him. He had one hand pressed against her flat belly, and another hand on her thigh. Pressed to him, she could feel his hard arousal pushing against her lower back. Despite last night’s tireless lovemaking, her whole body quickening, needing to feel him, needing him inside her.

  He seemed to know exactly what she wanted as he pressed her front against the tiled wall, and his erection probed between her thighs. She felt his head probing against her opening. She gasped in pleasure as he entered her from behind. The feeling of his bare skin against hers was incredibly arousing, she savored the feeling. Her hands pressed against the wall, half anchoring herself as he started to move, in and out, long and deep. It felt too good and her passion peaked swiftly. She cried out as she came, her body shuddering uncontrollably. Her legs gave out under her.

  Ryle caught her and swung her up into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her back to bed. Back in the bedroom, he set her down beside the bed and grabbed a towel to dry her and himself.

  Charlie lay in bed, watching as he toweled himself with brisk movements. He was still hard and she knew he didn’t come in the shower. His erection stood out stiffly as he moved. Despite experiencing an amazing orgasm just a couple of minutes ago, she felt desire flood through her again just watching him.

  He tossed the towel aside and reached for a condom before joining her on the bed. He kept his eyes on her face as he tore off the foiled packet with his teeth. Her heart started racing just seeing the look in his eyes.

  “Come here,” He said huskily and she went willingly.

  It was almost noon when they finally got out of bed.

  “We could go to Joe’s for brunch.” Charlie suggested as they discussed where to eat.

  “Sounds fine.” Ryle agreed. “I’m going to need lots of substance to keep up with you.” He added teasingly.

  She smiled brilliantly; she couldn’t help it. He implied he would be spending more time with her and just the thought of that was enough to make her feel relieved it was not just a one-nighter to him.

  “I should go over to the house and see my parents first.”

  “I’ll wait for you here?”

  “Okay.”

  After all they’ve just shared, she still felt a little self conscious getting out of bed naked because Ryle was watching her every move. He lounged on the pillows lazily, watching her.

  With his eyes on her, she walked over to the wardrobe to get clean clothes. She pulled on a pair of black jeans and a light blue T-shirt.

  Her parents were preparing to go out when she went into the house.

  “Good morning, Mom, Dad,”

  “It’s more like good afternoon, darling.” Eva smiled. “Did you have a late night last night?”

  “Um…yes.”

  “We’re heading out to visit some friends.” Eva told her. “I made pancakes this morning; they’re in the fridge if you would like some.”

  “Thanks Mom, I’ll be heading out too.”

  “Oh, okay.” Eva nodded. “Should I expect you for dinner tonight?”

  Charlie thought about Ryle. She wanted to spend as much time with him as she could, but she couldn’t let her parents down unless there was a good reason for it. Sunday dinner was an important part of their family time. “um…sure. Yes. I’ll be home for dinner.” She said finally.

  “Will Jeff be coming? Are any of your friends coming?”

  “No, Jeff’s not coming, but I might bring a friend from work.” She answered, still thinking of Ryle.

  “Okay, darling, I’ll see you later.”

  “Yes.” She murmured.

  Ryle was dressed when she got back to her apartment. He was looking through the piles of books that were stacked all over her apartment floor because she ran out of room on the bookshelves.

  “Let me guess; you like to read.” He murmured, picking up several volumes to look at it.

  “Good deduction.”

  “I’m surprised we didn’t trip over these last night.” He teased, indicating several piles of books near her bed.

  “When I get a house, it must have a library.” She grinned. “The bigger, the better.”

  “I can see why you would need one.” He moved on to the pictures that were taped to the walls. The apartment was small, but not very cluttered except for the books, and dozens of pictures she hung up in frames on the wall, or taped in a random decorating fashion.


  “Is this you?” He looked at a picture of a baby in a white outfit.

  “That’s Megan when she was a month old.” Charlie told him, smiling. “I’m her godmother.”

  He studied the photo for a moment, then turned to look at her. “You never did answer if you liked kids.”

  She gave what she hoped was a nonchalant shrug, “I adore kids, but I don’t think I’ll be having kids any time soon.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I don’t want to get married for a long time yet.”

  And that was true for her, before now. She turned away, frowning. Now, she wasn’t so certain about that. She was lacking the conviction in her voice when she used to say this. The thought of marrying Ryle and having his baby was something else entirely.

  “Let’s go eat; I’m starving.” She said lightly, abruptly changing the subject.

  “Yeah, let’s go.”

  Charlie and Ryle went to Joe’s for breakfast. If Joe noticed that Ryle was in the same clothes he wore last night, he didn’t make any indication. He simply served them and left them alone.

  “Do you have any plans today?” Ryle asked her as he watched her spread strawberry jam onto her toast.

  “I wanted to go into the office to finish a report.”

  “Do you go into the office a lot on the weekends?” He asked.

  “Yes, most weekends.” She admitted ruefully.

  “So, you spend all your free time working or with your friends.”

  “Yes, that’s about it.” She said. “Pretty boring, huh?”

  He smiled, leaning over to kiss her on the corner of her mouth where she left a bit of jam. “You’re sweet.”

  “Sweet?” She said as if the word offended her.

  He grinned, “Delectable?” He said, kissing her again, this time more deeply.

  She was breathless when he finally released her, but she was smiling. “What about you? Do you have plans today?”

  “When you’re around, the only plan I like to have is to screw you until you’re senseless.” He said softly.