by Joanna Blake
"The pilot won't come out. He's kind of busy."
I chewed my lip, not sure about getting naked on an airplane. It seemed wrong somehow.
"It's a five hour flight. Maybe a little shorter if the winds are right. That gives us plenty of time to... entertain ourselves."
He looked at me.
"I wouldn't want you to get bored."
I laughed. He was incorrigible. But then I nodded. I wanted what he wanted after all. What was the use in fighting it?
And he'd gone well out of his way to make this a memorable date. I wasn't going to be the killjoy I was so often accused me of being. For just this weekend. I would let go.
I'd let Trent show me how the other half lived.
He rained kissed over my skin as it appeared. My shoulders. My arms. My chest. He grinned at me as he pushed my dress to the floor and carefully laid it over the back of his seat.
He stared at me, his eyes full of appreciation.
"Jesus, Lexi."
His eyes were dark and hungry as his fingers trailed over my skin. Then he stood up and pulled me to the couch across the room. I followed him willingly, my legs feeling like jello.
I was shaking as he lay me down across the buttery soft leather. Not from fear. From anticipation.
I wanted this. Badly.
And from the look in his eyes and the huge bulge in his pants, he did too.
He pulled his shirt off and climbed on top of me. He smiled at me as he lowered his head to mine. His lips felt so soft and gentle. And then all the gentleness was gone.
His tongue dove into my mouth hungrily. It was as if he was starving and I was the only thing that could satisfy him. His hands were all over me. He moaned, murmuring that I was beautiful... soft... that he had to have me.
He kissed his way down to my breasts, pulling my bra cups down so he could get at me. His hands were hot on my breasts. His lips were even hotter.
He devoured me, one breast at a time. His touch was urgent but he was not in a rush. He was taking his time.
But I wanted more.
He was wedged between my legs, his huge package pressing against my knee. I wanted it higher. I wanted it against me.
I wanted it inside me.
Now.
I grabbed his hair, lifting him up to kiss my mouth again. Ah... there it was. He was up against me again. I rocked my hips without thought and he moaned.
"Lexi... I have to prepare you."
"Hmmm... no, I'm ready."
He stopped kissing me and stared down at me,
"Trust me, you are not."
I blinked. He meant it. I pouted a little.
"Okay but hurry. Please."
"Trust me Lexi, I do not want to wait."
He grinned at me and started down my body again. This time he didn't kiss his way down, or tease me. No, he ripped my fucking panties off.
I barely noticed him stuffing them into his pocket.
Then he dove face first into my lap. I gasped as his hot tongue filled me, pressing up and inside me. He was wasting no time, plunging his tongue in and out of me. Hard.
His hands gripped my hips. Kneading them, angling them outwards so my legs opened even more. I gripped the edges of the couch tightly, holding on for dear life.
He changed tactics then, moving his lips up to my clit. His tongue was so strong. I'd never felt anything like it. Not even close. This was different than the other times he'd done this. This time we were alone. We had time. And he was making the most of it.
Rapidly he flicked his tongue against me. My hips started to rise off the couch but he adjusted his shoulders so they pressed me down. Then he slid a finger inside me. I clamped down, shocked at the sensation.
Gently he stroked my inner walls, adding another finger. And then another.
I was out of control, close to cuming when he added yet another finger, circling them against my walls.
I realized what he was doing suddenly.
He was stretching me.
I came then, my body bucking against the weight of his shoulders. My whole upper body came up off the couch as a million stars danced in front of my eyes. He did not stop fucking me with his mouth and hand. And I did not stop cuming.
"Please- oh God- Please!"
It was too much. I couldn't take it anymore.
And still he did not stop.
His mouth continued to work my clit as his hand disappeared. I heard his belt buckle coming undone. I was still shaking when his mouth finally lifted, only to be replaced by the wide, hot tip of his cock.
"Lexi..."
I stared up at him, in a daze.
"Are you ready, love? I'm clean."
I nodded. I knew that. I'd seen his chart.
"Yes- Please..."
He pushed forward.
Chapter Fourteen
Trent
Hot, slick pressure engulfed the tip of my cock. I couldn't believe it. I could hardly believe that Lexi was finally letting me inside her after all this time.
And fuck me, had she been worth the wait.
She felt like heaven. Silky, sweet heaven around me. I groaned, my hips twitching. Along with my balls.
Hell, my entire body was twitching with the effort of holding back.
I'd never had to be careful before. Most girls wanted it hard. Especially on camera.
That's what I was known for. The Trent Davis mind-blowing pounding. It was something that only I could do.
Lexi could not handle that. And to be honest, that's not what I wanted to do anyway.
I did want to drive forward and fuck her slowly until the sun came up. Fuck Hawaii. We could stay on the plane. Like this. I could spend the whole weekend balls deep inside her.
Except I wasn't balls deep. And from the tight fit, I wasn't sure I ever would be. Never had I felt something so exquisitely tight on my cock.
I stared down at the beautiful woman underneath me. Her eyes were closed. Her lips parted. Her cheeks flushed. Her hair was a mess. She looked hot,. Mega hot. I couldn't wait to make her even messier.
"Lexi, am I hurting you?"
She opened her eyes.
"No."
I groaned and eased forward a bit.
"What about now? Does it hurt?"
Her eyes were wide.
"No. It just feels... oh... it feels full."
I tried to smile but it came out as a grimace.
"I'm trying to go slow- oh fuck Lexi you feel so good!"
My hips twitched again and I drove forward a bit. It was completely involuntary. I grunted with the effort of not moving.
Dear God, I wanted to fuck this woman straight into next Tuesday.
"It's okay... you can..."
She clenched down on me, little fluttering aftershocks from her orgasm massaging my cock deliciously. That was it. I lost control.
To hell with it.
I didn't go as deep as I wanted to. But I did start to fuck her. Each circle of my hips brought me inside a little further. Each time I pulled part way out, I hated it. The entire length of my cock wanted nothing but to be back inside her.
As deep as it could go.
Nice and slow, Trent. Don't fuck the girl like a rag doll. I closed my eyes, focusing on what I was doing. Long slow strokes.
Not too deep.
Not too hard.
Something crazy was happening to me. My balls were tingling. My whole spine was sending spirals of pleasure to every inch of my body.
I was going to cum.
I had been fucking this girl for less than a few minutes and I was going to cum. That had never happened to me before. My whole body was lit up.
Lexi was going to make me cum. Way too fast. Fuck me, this was a first.
I stopped, bracing myself on my forearms.
"Lexi..."
"Don't stop Trent. Oh God, please don't stop!"
With a groan I plunged into her, deeper this time. I lost my tempo as I felt her cuming around my shaft. It felt like nothing I had
ever felt before.
It felt like fucking heaven.
My cock starting to swell and ripple with the wave of cum that was about to rip through it. I started bucking my hips, completely out of control as my seed exploded from my cock with the force of a nuclear fucking missile.
On and on it went. I had no control over myself at all as load after load spurted deep inside her.
I finally slowed, but she was still vibrating on my cock. I stayed still, waiting for her shivering to subside. Then gently, I reached down and pulled myself free of her.
I'd never finished inside anyone. It certainly added a lot to the experience. But that wasn't the only thing that was different.
No, that was one thousand percent Lexi.
I rolled over, cradling her on top of my chest.
With her, it had been a whole body trip. Not just cock and pussy. Or cock and ass. Or whatever and whatever. I'd made love to her with every inch of myself, body and soul. And she had given that to me too.
I kissed her temple, my arms holding her tightly against me.
I knew I was never, ever going to be able to let her go.
Lexi
I was still blushing as Trent poured me a fresh glass of champagne. I was dressed again, minus my panties. Trent had left his shirt unbuttoned. I didn't mind. The view was... very nice.
We were nibbling on cheese and talking. I'd explained about Char, just a little bit. His eyes had been sympathetic, not judgmental. We talked about my parents and the rest of my family.
I noticed he didn't say anything about his.
He did talk about his dogs a lot however. All strays. Apparently, he had a thing for taking them in. He had three at the moment, but planned to get more. He said something about 'having the space.'
"I'm in the hills. On the rare smog free day you can see all of Los Angeles. All the way to the sea."
"That sounds beautiful. I've lived in the same house all my life."
"But you love it there right? Lots of happy memories?"
I gave him a look.
"Not all memories are happy, believe me."
He tilted his head, waiting. He was a good listener. At first I'd thought he was all ego. Most hot guys were. And Trent was way more than hot.
He was fucking perfect looking.
But he was kind too, I was discovering. And extravagant. And a very, very generous lover.
He fed me another piece of cheese and I nipped at his fingers.
"Are you sore?"
I blushed.
"No, I feel fine thank you."
He pretended to be offended.
"Fine?"
"Better than fine. Amazing."
His hands stroked my arms softly, sending goosebumps up and down my skin.
"That's more like it."
He leaned forward, kissing the sensitive part of my neck.
"Oh... what are you doing?"
"Well, we don't land for at least another hour or two."
His tongue traced the edge of my ear.
"I wouldn't want to waste it, would you?"
"No... I guess not..."
He grinned and pushed me back, lifting my leg over the armrest. Then he lifted the other leg over the other arm.
I was spread eagle. Wide open for him.
I couldn't look away as he lifted my dress, licking his lips as my bare pussy came into view.
"I'm starving Lexi. You don't want me to go hungry, do you?"
I watched him lean forward and start tracing the edges of my lips with his tongue. He used a light touch, barely coming close to my opening, or the sensitive nub above. Again and again he teased me, taking his time, not applying nearly enough pressure.
"Oh! Please Trent..."
He chuckled and continued his torturous exploration of my body. His hands reached lower, each one grabbing an ass cheek. Then he finally pointed his tongue and dove inside me. Once, twice, then he stopped, gently teasing me again. His tongue found my clit, sucking on it hard. I gasped, my hands gripping his hair.
But that didn't make him go any faster.
In fact, it seemed to slow him down. I groaned as he pushed inside me again. Then he withdrew. Too fast. Over and over he followed the same pattern, taunting me with the sexy little sounds he was making deep in his throat.
He sounded like a man enjoying a very tasty meal.
He was savoring me, driving me insane in the process.
And he wasn't going to stop until we touched down.
Chapter Fifteen
Trent
"Wake up Lexi. We're here."
I'd brought her to climax after almost an hour of teasing. Just in time for the captain to begin his descent. She'd passed out for the last half hour of the flight.
Not that I blamed her, I thought smugly.
That had been one hell of an orgasm.
She looked adorable, snuggled up in my shoulder. She was like a sweet little kitten when she slept. I felt so protective of her. Like I wanted to watch over her. To keep her safe.
Fuck, maybe that was what I wanted. Her. For real.
My dick was still throbbing from all that face to face time with her sweet little pussy. I hadn't wanted to make her sore so early in the weekend. There was plenty of time to screw later.
In a bed.
Or on the beach.
Or in the shower.
My cock lurched in my jeans thinking about all the different places to have her. I smiled to myself as her eyes opened. She looked rumpled and sweet. I had to stifle the urge to go for round three.
Good God, was the woman ever not fucking delicious looking?
Considering how hot I'd found her in those shapeless scrubs, the answer was probably 'no.'
She smiled at me shyly as we disembarked. I grabbed the bag I'd packed for us both. I knew the whole thing was overkill but I didn't care. I knew what I wanted and I went for it.
My whole point was to get her alone, trapped with me. She couldn't exactly run off if she got cold feet again. We were on an island.
I had her at my mercy.
Fuck, I wanted to impress her. To sweep her off her feet. And onto her back. And her side. Standing up. Bending over. Upside down.
Oh, my sweet, innocent little Lexi was going to have a very educational weekend...
I practically rubbed my hands together with glee.
But first, we needed to eat. It was after ten o'clock in LA but only seven pm in Hawaii. The perfect time to eat.
The waiting limo took us to my favorite restaurant first. It was a fish shack on the beach. The kind the locals went to. I took Lexi's shoes off before we got out of the car.
She looked at me in awe as we were shown to a rickety old table with a red and white gingham tablecloth. We sat down on the metal folding chairs. There were less than ten feet between us and the gently lapping waves.
"This is your favorite restaurant?"
I nodded slowly, praying she'd see the charm.
"Do you like it?"
She smiled at me and my breath caught in my throat.
"It's perfect."
I grinned at her. I knew she would like it. It was simple but pure. Just like she was.
There was an honesty about fresh caught crabs, grilled to perfection. They used sauces and spices here, sure. But the food was the main star. And the beer.
"Two, please."
She sipped her beer, her dress slightly off her shoulder. I could see her bare feet playing in the sand. She looked like a barefoot princess. As hungry as I was, I could not wait to get her back to the hotel.
I wished it was more than a night.
I wished it was a week.
A month.
A year.
Hell, I wished I had her to myself for-fucking-ever.
For a minute panic settled in. What the fuck was I thinking about? She was a nice girl. I was scum. I didn't deserve someone like her. I didn't deserve love.
But I was feeling it all the same.
Fuck me.
I was in love with Sexy Lexi. The nurse who'd washed my ass and helped save my favorite jacket. She'd saved my sanity when I was cooped up, bored out of my mind. Maybe she'd even saved my soul.
I couldn't tell her. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
The irony was not lost on me. The porn star and the prim, hard nosed nurse. The one who had made my life hell for all those weeks. Wanting her, but not being able to touch her.
Well, I could touch her now. I was going to make the most of that, no matter what came after.
I leaned back, watching her order. She had soft shell crabs, and grilled mahi-mahi. I ordered the swordfish and a lobster tail.
Then we lifted our beers and clicked bottles.
"To surprises."
She laughed and took a long pull of her beer. I watched her throat hungrily. I wanted to kiss it. Bite it. Fuck if I didn't want to give her a hickey.
But not on her neck.
I was going to cover her bottom with love bites. No one would see them there.
Except me.
I grinned, drinking my beer.
Soon. Very soon.
I would unleash the snake.
Lexi
I shouldn't be surprised I thought. I was though. I was surprised as hell as I walked through the suite Trent had gotten us for the weekend. It was over the top luxurious.
I'd known he was famous.
I just hadn't realized he was rich.
And yet his favorite restaurant was a fish shack where they greeted him by name.
His real name. Not his... performance name.
Trent came up behind me as I stood on the terrace. It had a private splash pool and hot tub. I wondered if he expected us to do in the hot tub.
As a nurse, I knew that it wasn't very sanitary.
The shower on the other hand...
"Want to rinse off?"
His lips found my neck as his arms wrapped around me. He didn't grab or make me feel like a piece of meat to be manhandled though. He made me feel cherished. The way he touched me was almost... reverent. Hungry but respectful. Just right.
"You read my mind."
I turned in his arms and he kissed me, his hands sliding over my back and pulling me against him.
"Hmmm... I'm not sure I can make it all the way to the shower."