Who gives a flying fuck?
I know that I don’t.
“I’ll show you how a real woman handles a man,” Vic mutters under her breath.
“Oh, a touch jealous are we?” I jab back at her.
Vic’s blue eyes settle on me with such intensity that I’m ready to fold, and she knows it.
A slow, determined smile appears on her luscious lips.
I don’t give up that easily, and I stare directly into her eyes, bore into her soul and will her to cave to me.
When she doesn’t immediately, I have one last move.
Slowly, I reach across her waist, brush my fingers just above her pelvic bone, and grab the lap belt on the other side of her.
With my eyes still on hers, I click it in place before I pull it nice and tight across her lap.
Then I brush her thigh one last time, and my fingers deliberately drift along the inside of Vic’s thigh to caress the soft skin there.
My finger tips are on fire with one simple touch.
“Wouldn’t want you to get hurt,” I growl in a low tone, my lips against her ear.
When Vic turns her head to face me, her eyes have softened ever so slightly, and her lips, enticing as ever press against my cheek, then my ear.
“I’m not going to fuck you, on a plane,” her words are slow, deliberate.
Mission impossible, or her idea of fun?
I can’t decide.
“But you let me fuck you in the washroom of an In-n-Out,” I mention.
“I was tripping balls, and high as shit,” Vic retorts, but I can hear a slight laugh in that smooth voice of hers.
She can be soft and feminine one minute, and the next second she’s my dirty little minx.
“Yeah, tripping balls from the intensity of the orgasm I gave you,” I reply loudly.
I’ve got no propriety where Vic is concerned.
She knows she’s mine for now, I just like to remind her.
Vic sucks in a breath at the mention of it.
“Admit, you’re thinking about fucking me on this plane. God knows you can’t wait eleven hours for an orgasm,” I tease her.
“We haven’t even taken off yet,” Vic protests.
A blush rises in her cheeks anyway.
Right on cue, the captain announces that we’re ready for take-off.
“Guess you won’t have to wait too much longer,” I quip.
Vic smirks as I do my lap belt up, then she pulls it tight for me, her hand brushes against my hard cock.
She even lightly massages my balls.
Dear lord, where has this woman been all my life!
When Vic sits back in her seat, and licks her lips, I see her eyes swivel slightly towards me.
Her fetish for public sex gets us both off, and I’m not surprised by her next words.
“You wouldn’t dare touch me, right now,” She challenges
“Want to bet?” I whisper.
Everyone is too engrossed in take-off to notice me, or her.
The flight attendant is in her seat, and the plane rattles as we taxi on the runway.
I raise the arm rest between us, and drape an arm over her shoulders to slightly shield her body with mine.
“Open your damn legs,” I command.
Vic tries to keep her composure, but as my hand slips between her legs, her breath catches.
“You’re not wearing panties, like I asked,” I point out in a whisper.
Before she can respond, I rub the nub of her clit, and she braces herself against the seat.
Slow, gentle motions, that intensify her every breath.
She struggles to maintain composure, then makes that face, like she’s about to beg me for an orgasm.
I could make her wait, until the seatbelt light is off, and fuck her in the washroom instead.
Or do both.
“Did you want something?” I hint in her ear.
“Master,” She squeaks, “I’m can’t cum in front of all these people,” her voice strains.
If she opens her mouth now my torture would be very apparent.
That’s only made more obvious by how wet she is.
The plane edges forward, faster on the runway, and I sink my finger in her pussy to use the vibration of the plane in my favour.
Vic’s face contorts and she presses herself harder against the seat, her legs spread wider for me.
“Good girl,” I whisper.
I stuff her pussy full of my fingers as she closes her eyes and bites her lip.
“Master,” she whines so low only I can hear it.
“Yes?” I whisper in her ear.
The plane speeds up, the vibrations only driving her more insane as she fights to keep quiet.
With my thumb on the nub of her clit and my two fingers curled inside her pussy, I’m determined to make her scream.
She’s so wet I want to get between her legs and taste her.
Now that, would be really inappropriate.
“Ev, I’m going to cum,” Vic whines in my ear.
I stop dead when she says Ev.
“Master,” She corrects herself breathlessly.
She corrects herself so fast, she’s still on the tip of orgasm when my thumb returns to its spot, on her slick clit.
The speed of the plane, and the sound, muffle any sounds she might make and Vic lets out a low moan.
“Oh my god,” She gasps.
I curl my fingers deeper inside her in response, and press against that little spot I can find in seconds, just as the plane takes off.
Vic’s muscles contract and her mouth opens, as I watch her body shudder from the intensity of the orgasm.
“Fuck!” Vic screams.
I should really move my hand, but between the pressure of take off, and the wildness of the situation I keep going, to let her ride the orgasm longer.
She deserves it, this time.
“I hate take-off!” She screams again, to cover herself up.
“I bet you didn’t hate that,” I whisper in her ear.
“Holy shit,” Vic says in a shaky breath as the plane continues to ascend.
It’s just too easy, to keep my arm around her and find her lips.
I’m sure a few people saw, but I’m not entirely sure I care, mostly because I want it to be obvious she is not up for grabs.
Vic is mine.
2
Victoire
December 23, 2017
I’m so wet between my thighs from Evan’s little experiment, that I wish I’d worn panties just to absorb something.
But when Evan says ‘Don’t wear panties’ it usually means too much excitement awaits to resist the temptation.
Besides, I’ve lost quite a few pairs when I didn’t listen.
La Perla isn’t cheap.
The plane ascends further into the sky, and levels out fast enough that when the seatbelt light goes off, I immediately grab my purse and make a dash for the washroom, before anyone else can.
Thank god I keep an extra thong or two in my purse!
I prefer not to wear underwear, of any sort really, but if I’m in a meeting, and Evan starts texting me sexual things across the table, I’m always afraid I’ll get my seat wet.
I can’t explain what he does to me, he just knows every single button to push.
Sexual escapades in public, rough sex, his intensity and that incredible body make him irresistible.
I can’t stop myself from continuously asking for more from him.
I make sure a hair isn’t out of place in my blonde ponytail before I pull a thong out of my purse.
It’s La Perla, and brand new.
Do I really want to ruin it?
Then, like the spectre than Evan can be, he slides into the tiny washroom behind me and locks the door.
“Think I waited long enough?” He whispers.
“This was not an invitation, to fuck me in the washroom,” I tell him seriously.
He knows I’m not going to stop him, howeve
r.
“Then let’s keep you quieter this time,” he quips.
I just give in, like always.
Evan stuffs the panties in my mouth to keep me quiet as I hear the sound of his belt unbuckle.
Evan slides a finger inside my pussy as he frees himself.
“Jesus christ, you’re dripping wet,” his voice is already hoarse with desire.
The whine I let out is muffled by my thong in my mouth.
Either he moves slowly and wants to take his time, or I’m desperate for that long, thick cock of his.
He pushes my dress up around my stomach, and then there it is, the first exquisite thrust. His cock makes me thankful for the panties in my mouth because I can’t stop the moan that comes with Evan’s dick.
His rough thrust and my previous orgasm combined almost make me cum the instant I’m filled with him.
“Jesus christ,” He lets out a low growl.
Too bad we don’t have more time, he’s going to have to make this quick.
Not that he’s an expert is doing anything quickly.
He draws his cock out of me, and clicks his tongue.
“Christ you’re already creaming on my dick,” He announces in that strong, dominant voice I love.
Just the sound of that tone makes my legs shake.
I moan louder.
Mercifully, he finally gives me what I want.
Evan starts to pound me into submission and his cock hits all the right places as I scream through the La Perla’s in my mouth.
I can’t help it, Evan does this to me.
“Fuck,” Evan growls in my ear.
“So fucking hot,” he mutters against my skin.
Then his teeth sink in my neck and my body begins to twitch as he edges me closer to another delicious orgasm.
There’s so little room but I back my ass up against his cock and let him pound me harder.
Harder and harder, until my legs shake.
Evan takes this as a sign to slip a hand in my dress to rub my nipple, all the while he feeds his cock into my needy slit.
The first time I cum it doesn’t take me by surprise, but builds up until the bubble of the orgasm pops and I scream loudly because I can’t help myself.
He turns me into a shaky, disastrous mess and the panties drop out of my mouth.
“Oh my god, Ev, I can’t take any-” But I’m cut off by his hand against my mouth.
“Scream for me!” He grunts into my ear.
“Yes! Oh my god! Yes!” I automatically let it out.
I quiver and shake as Evan buries himself balls deep inside me, and his hot load fills me up.
“Holy shit,” he groans.
Evan then braces himself against the tiny counter, his length still hard inside me.
My body twitches on his cock, and I’m high off the way he makes me feel.
“Think anyone heard us?” I ask.
“I bet probably, unless they’re dead,” He quips.
Then he starts to kiss my neck gently, and I wonder if he’s up for round three.
When we finally step out of the washroom, a round of actual applause erupts from the other passengers, and my face heats up so bad it almost burns.
Evan takes my hand and leads my back to our seats, where I’m throughly exhausted.
“Well that’s something I’ve never done before,” Evan admits.
“Mile high club?” I ask as I do my lap belt back up.
“No,” Evan laughs at me.
“I’ve never got a round of applause for fucking a girl into oblivion,” he sounds exhausted.
Then he raises his hand for a high-five.
I oblige him, because why the hell not?
Evan grips my hand tightly, and his lips graze mine as Alice the Stewardess returns to us with glasses of champagne.
“Thank-you Alice,” Evan’s tone is polite and proper.
“You’re welcome, Mr. Stone,” She accepts his thanks.
Then I fight the urge to roll my eyes, because she gives him the obligatory once over, before she drops a slip of paper in his lap.
I pretend not to notice, and glance out the window, champagne in hand.
“Am I next?” Evan reads out loud, as soon as Alice is out of earshot.
I snort.
“What?” He glares at me.
“Go ahead, I dare you,” I assert that I am just fine with that.
I’m the one he’s taking on vacation.
“Why would I do that?” Evan retorts with a raised eyebrow.
“I’m with you,” He whispers.
When he slides his hand into mine I can’t stop the smile that comes with this simple gesture.
Moments like this take my breath away, just a little bit.
“Are you?” I ask.
“We’re on vacation together, I think that means this is pretty exclusive, don’t you?” He speaks slowly, as if he wants to make sure I understand the implication.
I shake my head instantly.
I want nothing more than to just, give in, let myself be with him, enjoy this.
“Ev, you know what this is,” I tell him.
“It’s about needs, base desires, and nothing more. We have an agreement, that’s all,” I try to scold him.
I don’t do it well, however.
“You give me the same speech every time Victoire, and I’m not convinced. I wasn’t convinced before, and you sure as hell aren’t going to change my mind now,” Evan’s sincerity almost makes me waiver.
The last place I should be, is here, with Evan Stone, in first class, away on some exotic vacation, while my dad rots in prison.
We always lived a life of luxury.
My dad provided for my sister and I, whatever we wanted was ours.
A glamorous mansion in California, my own BMW, and a designer closet to die for.
I had everything at the age of seventeen!
My older sister, Grace, had just started school at Columbia University, in New York.
I missed her like crazy, but I had my friends, and my trophy quarterback, star of the football team boyfriend.
I was the girl with the iron fist, not to be messed with.
That was until they shunned me, after my father was charged with insider trading and embezzlement.
Of course there was also the gambling problem, which was the reason for the embezzlement in the first place.
I was sickened, angry, and hurt.
So I hung around long enough to make sure he had a lawyer, and then ran for New York City, because the other person I could trust, Grace, was already there.
Grace let me sleep on her couch for a few months, while I worked odd jobs. My grades were terrible, I had no high school diploma, and I was qualified for nothing.
I ended up getting a job down at the docks in the fish market, and it paid enough for me to pay my sister rent for our heavily-partitioned studio apartment.
Things were okay for a while but, I barely hung on.
My life had been destroyed.
Then we got word, that dad was being released from prison in six months.
What was I going to do?
We couldn’t take him in, and he’d just end back where he started if he went into a halfway house.
I had to get him treatment.
Enter International Sporting Affiliates.
Modelling job, my ass.
Good thing my one talent turned out to be servicing the elite of Manhattan for a high price.
By the time my dad got out of prison, he had a cushy room, in a good program, at an amazing facility upstate, all thanks to I.S.A. Inc.
Of course that all fell to shit when he ended up back in prison, for an attempted bank robbery, to pay off his debt to the tune of $50 million.
As I step onto the pavement from the limo, I’m greeted by the most luxurious resort I’ve ever been to, and I’ve seen plenty.
I’ve been to Hawaii four times previous, all for ‘work’, and none of those resorts compare to this
.
The concierge leads us through a walkway that runs over a small pond, with lily pads, fish and everything.
The lanterns above us, and on the ground light our way as the sun has begun it’s final descent for the night.
Evan urges me forward, my hand in his.
I’m usually adverse to this sort of affection, but it seems natural given the setting.
Everything is lush, tropical, and romantic.
I can see the ocean from just about everywhere, as we sail through the resort in a golf cart; at our service whenever we request.
“Mr. Stone, your three bedroom Premier Grand Residence is all ready for you,” The concierge announces.
Our bags are already inside, clothes steamed and hung up in the master closet.
“Evan, three bedrooms?” I ask.
My eyes widen involuntarily, even though I know he’s a shameless show-off.
“I wanted the best,” Evan chuckles.
A tour of the ‘room’ includes all three bedrooms, with separate bathrooms, and a beautiful open space with more ocean views that includes everyone one would want in an apartment, let alone a hotel room.
The decor is tasteful, with dark polished wood, and unparalleled luxury.
“Well, I will admit defeat,” I purr to Evan.
“Separate bedrooms, I think I like you even more,” I add.
“We’ll see who crawls into who’s room first,” Evan jabs back at me.
“Why don’t we see how dinner goes first, handsome,” I tap his shoulder and excuse myself to take a shower.
Under the tepid water of the rain shower, I try to settle my thoughts about what Evan said on the plane, about us being exclusive.
It’s not that I don’t want that, I do, but I’ve got too much to worry about to add a dominant into the mix that wants me at his constant beck and call.
Not that I ever think about not answering the phone when Evan calls me.
I let the water run far too long in the luxurious walk in-shower.
Long enough that Evan joins me, naked in all his glory.
“What’s wrong?” he asks automatically.
“Nothing,” I lie.
“Vic, I know when you’re not being honest,” He scolds me.
“You really think we could be exclusive?” I ask him boldly.
“I wouldn’t have said that,” Evan says as he steps under the spray, “If I didn’t mean it, and I did. I haven’t fucked anyone else, so what’s the deal?” He asks.
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