“Sure, so let me just adjust this seat,” he steps into me, his torso presses against mine and I can smell his musk. I look up at his lips and wish I was just a little taller so I could stand on my tip-toes and kiss him. I love how he towers over me though. There’s something about being a shorter girl that makes you feel like you’ve got to prove to the world that you’re tougher than you look. I think that’s why you see so many chicks who hover around the five-foot mark who have attitude to spare. I always envied them, the way they carried themselves tall despite their true height. My five-foot-one frame has always left me feeling a little vulnerable. However, when Ryder stands so close to me, when he looks down at me like this, it feels like those anxieties can finally rest. Like I’m safe with him. Protected.
“Sorry, I just need to reach the lever here,” he brushes past me and the space between our bodies feels like lonely miles. How is it possible that the air can feel so much colder when he’s only a couple of feet away?
Ryder adjusts the seat so it’s more like a massage table and smiles back at me. “Okay, you’ll need to take off the shirt and bra and lie down,” his eyes travel over my large cleavage before flickering back up to meet mine. “I’ll turn around and give you some privacy,” he twists on his heel and grabs the transfer paper, waiting for me to get ready.
I quickly slip out of the clothes, sort of wishing he wasn’t such a gentleman. I mean, I can appreciate that he needs to be professional, of course, but the burning lust building inside me is wishing he’d make an exception.
I lie down on the table and shiver at the chill of the leather against my skin.
“Okay, are you ready?” Ryder places the sheet on my shoulder and smooths a cloth over it.
“I think so,” my voice squeaks unconvincingly.
“Wait, you’re not a virgin, are you?”
“What?” I can feel my entire body blush furiously.
“I meant a tattoo virgin,” he backpedals. “Like this is the first tattoo you’ve ever gotten, not like… ugh. Never mind,” he sighs.
I can’t help but laugh at how flustered he is. It almost makes us even for how red he just made me turn. Almost.
“Yes,” I answer honestly, “to both.” The last part is barely a whisper.
“Really? Oh, wow, okay.”
“Yeah, it’s not something I talk about, but anyway, I’m ready to change that now,” I let him guess which virginity I’m talking about.
“Okay, take a deep breath and relax, I’m going to start now,” I can feel the weight of his hand on my shoulder and I close my eyes imagining those strong hands flipping me over on this table and taking what I want to be his.
The first zap of the needle gun makes my eyelids spring back open with surprise. It’s not as sharp of a pain as I expected, more like a burning ache.
“You okay?” He checks in with me. Like I said, gentleman.
“I’m good,” I answer through gritted teeth and the buzzing noise continues as he keeps going.
My thoughts drift back to the crazy times I had with Sara. She would get a kick out of this. When she got her first tattoo, I was there as support and she kept trying to convince me to get one with her. I was too chicken though. I think she’d really like that I decided to honor her this way.
I push down my swirling emotions and listen to the buzz of the needle gun. There’s something soothing about the noise. It reassures me that I’m making the right decision, about the tattoo and the man.
“Alright, almost,” his hand presses down harder as he fills in something. “There, it’s all done,” I feel him wipe a cloth over my angry skin. “Wanna see?”
“Yes!” I jump off the table, forgetting that I’m half naked for a second and rush over to the mirror, twisting my head to strain to see over my shoulder.
Ryder doesn’t move, his eyes are exploring my exposed curves as I soak in his artwork. “It looks gorgeous,” I smile, “it’s perfect.”
“You’re perfect,” he closes the gap between us and presses his frame against me. Before I can wish for a kiss, his lips crush mine, and our tongues dance against each other passionately. Ryder turns me around and, without breaking our kiss, walks me backward toward the table I was just lying on. It hits the back of my legs and I collapse back onto it and Ryder climbs on top of me. Between the rush of endorphins I have swimming around inside me from getting my first tattoo and the burning passion and ache between my legs to experience another first, I don’t even feel the pain of the tattoo as he pins me on my back.
Ryder strips his shirt off and kisses a trail down my neck as I sigh with satisfaction. His lips trail down to my breasts and he gently licks a slow circle around my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. I can’t help the noises escaping my mouth. The little mewls and moans that rush from my mouth as he makes me drenched with desire.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Ryder runs his hands over my plump skin, making me feel the truth in his words as his eyes are filled with pure lust.
“I want you, Ryder. I want you to be my first,” I manage to confess, my voice husky. My body is trembling with need. I need to feel him touch me, kiss me, lick me, fuck me. I need to feel his cock inside me. I need him to fill me up and make me his.
“Are you sure, Skylar? You’ve had a crazy day and you were drinking, I don’t want to do anything you will regret,” he locks me in his intense gaze again and I nod.
“I’m sure. I only had one beer, and yeah, it’s been a crazy day, but in all the best ways. I need this. I need you,” my voice is tight as I practically beg him to continue.
He tilts his head as he looks for the truth in my words and then nods. Before I have a chance to say another thing he kisses me again, and this time I can taste his intentions on his tongue. This time, I know he’s going to fuck me.
Chapter 6 - Ryder
My hand tangles in her fiery hair and I tug it back, making her expose her creamy neck to me. I kiss and nibble a path across her jawline and give her another tantalizing kiss before continuing down her dainty neck. Skylar sighs like she’s already on the brink of an orgasm. Like just my kisses are enough to send her over the edge.
I let go of her hair and push her tits up together tasting each rosy nipple as I watch her cheeks burn and her eyes squeeze shut. If she thinks this feels good, she’s in for a real treat. Or at least I am. I like to think of it as dessert.
I drag my tongue over her supple skin, blazing a trail to her untouched pussy. I can smell her desire, it’s intoxicating, making my already stiff cock rock hard.
I reach her jeans and unbutton them. As I tug the zipper down, Skylar lifts her hips, trying to help me as I yank them over her legs and toss them to the floor. I slide off the chair and bury my head between her legs, hooking my finger onto the edge of her baby blue panties, I get a glimpse of her wet, neatly trimmed pussy, begging to be eaten. I let out a deep, guttural groan and pull her panties down her legs, letting her finish the job by kicking them off her ankles while I settle between her thighs.
I can hear her breathing quicken and she threads her fingers into my hair, knocking my beanie to the ground. “Please,” her voice is pure urgency.
I press my index finger along her entrance and am amazed by how wet she is. Her slick nectar coats my finger and I slide it in my mouth, licking it off.
“You taste good,” my voice is thick with need.
“Please don’t tease me,” she gyrates her hips up from the flattened chair to meet my face. I can’t resist any longer, I pin her legs open, digging my fingers into her plump thighs and delve my tongue into her folds. Skylar jumps a bit, probably overwhelmed by the sensation, but I can’t stop or slow down. I need to taste her. I need to take her there. I need to make her cum.
I lick her slit in long, unrushed strokes before circling around her sensitive nub. She mewls and drives her other hand into my hair as I flicker my tongue over her relentlessly.
I look up her body, up her round tummy to her even larger breas
ts. There’s something about her full figure that brings out my primal urge to flip her over and fuck her until her pussy is dripping with my cum and I’m sure I put a baby in that belly. She’s so sensual, so womanly, my cock painfully throbs against the restraint of my pants as I try to push away the thought and concentrate on her pleasure.
I thrash my tongue over her clit with abandon, fuelled by the urges I’m failing to suppress. I need to hear her scream. I need to taste her cum on my tongue. I need to watch her face contort with the bliss of an orgasm I’m giving her. Skylar’s muscles tighten and she drops her hands, balling them up tight.
“Oh, Oh! Ryder! I’m gonna…” her words turn into squeals as I swirl my tongue over her. Skylar’s nectar coats my tongue as she trembles and quivers with her orgasm.
When she stops, I stand up and look down at her. I love how she looks right now, like I just opened a door she’s only ever peeked through the keyhole of. Her eyes are full of wonder as she bites her lip and looks up at me.
“Do you still want to keep going?” I double check that she hasn’t had any second thoughts on this.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” she smiles. I grab my wallet from my back pocket and slip a condom from inside before quickly discarding my jeans and underwear on the floor in a sea of fabric.
I hear Skylar gasp when I reveal my cock to her. I’ve heard women say it’s bigger than they’re used to, and they weren’t virgins. I know I’ll have to start slow with her, but she’ll get used to my girth.
I climb back up into the chair and hold the base of my cock as I slide it up and down her pussy, using her cum as lubricant. “I’ll go slow, okay?”
Skylar looks up from under her lashes and nods, “I’m ready,” she whispers.
I push the tip inside her and she throws her head back with a groan. I can’t help the growl that comes from my lips as I feel her pussy contract around just the first inch of my cock. I knew she’d be tight, but holy fuck!
I pull back out and slide in again, further, and back out. Each time I push a little further until I meet her body's resistance. I press into her slowly, but firmly as Skylar’s eyes grow wide and her nails dig into my shoulder blades.
“The painful part is almost over, I swear,” I push harder still and thrust inside her fully, burying myself to the hilt in her tight, wet pussy.
“Oh!”
“Are you okay?” I look down at her.
“It’s okay now,” she reassures me, “don’t keep going so easy on me.”
“You have no idea how hard it is to hold back,” I confess.
“Then don’t,” she purrs.
I grab her arms and pin them over her head and fuck her harder, plunging inside her fully, without hesitation or restraint. Skylar cries out with pleasure, “Oh yeah, fuck me Ryder!”
I pump into her harder, filling her tight pussy with every inch of my fat cock. I can feel her untouched walls squeeze down on me, milking me as I fuck her even harder.
“Oh my God! Yes!” She screams and I let go of her hands, instead I grab and tug her hair back as her fingernails drag down my back, marking me as hers just as I’m marking her as mine.
I don’t hold anything back, thrusting into her relentlessly until white hot bliss rushes through me. My cum spurts into the condom as my orgasm overtakes me. I grunt and use my arms to support me so I don’t collapse onto her as my cock twitches inside her.
“Wow, that was incredible,” she lifts her head and kisses me.
“You’re incredible,” I answer honestly and grab the base of the condom and pull out of her. The rubber is streaked with proof of her virginity and I quickly discard it in the trash and join her back on the tattoo chair. Skylar snuggles into me and I rub my hand over her hair as I pull her close.
“Now what?” She murmurs.
“Now, well, whatever you want,” I let my fingers trail over her soft skin.
“I want more of that,” she teases me.
“Lucky for you, the night is young,” I smile.
“I don’t just mean tonight. I want more of that, and more of you, more of all of this.” She confesses.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” I nibble her ear.
“Mmmm, if you keep doing that you’re gonna get me going again,” she looks up at me with a twinkle in her eyes.
“That’s the whole idea,” I murmur, flicking my tongue over her earlobe playfully. As I run my hands over her body I realize how much I’m looking forward to more of us.
THE END
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Caitlin
My father always said he had two girls, me and this plane. I’ve always loved flying in her, the way the wind whirrs around me, the way she shivers in my hands as I lift her from solid ground. She takes me above the earth to where the sunrises kiss my face and my worries are left in her dust below. I’ve been flying in this exact plane my entire life, first as my father’s enthusiastically drooling passenger, with a pacifier in my mouth to help with my ears. Then as a student, spending hours learning all the tips and tricks Dad knew about takeoffs, landings and keeping her steady. Now, as her owner.
When Dad passed, he willed her to me. Her name is Qilaq, it means sky or heaven in Inuit. My grandmother was a strong Inuit woman and my father told me he named his plane that because whenever he went up for a flight he felt closer to his mama. Like he was just grazing the heavens that she was resting in. He’d often smile when we flew, just this random grin and tears would crest his bottom lids. Whenever I asked him what was wrong he’d brush them away with the back of his hand and tell me, “I swear I saw my mom waving to me from that cloud there.”
I never found it scary or weird. Not when I saw the comfort it brought him. Qilaq brought him closer to his mother the same way she brings me closer to him now. I never feel his presence stronger than when I’m flying high above the earth in her.
“Watch out, Cait!”
I know I don’t really hear his voice. Dad passed two years ago. A massive heart attack took him from me in an instant and I’ve never heard his voice since. But I swear on my life I just heard him now.
“Get her on the ground, baby. Drop Qilaq down.”
I sit up straighter and see some fast moving, dark clouds in the distance. Damn it! I checked the forecast at least ten times, there was nothing about any storm rolling in. Still, there’s no arguing with the black, billowy promise of death up ahead.
Trying to do my checks, the plane begins to hit air pockets and turbulence ping-pongs me around like a cat battering a toy. My focus lasers in as I struggle to bring Qilaq under control. Descending toward the snowy earth, I struggle so hard to keep her steady that beads of sweat cover my body like a rashy heat.
The yoke trembles violently in my hands, I grit my teeth together and use every muscle in my body to hold on tight. Snow streaks by my windshield as I hit the weather I’m trying so hard to avoid. With the speed of the plane, every heavy snowflake blends together in a white blanket of confusion. I’m doing my best to navigate a safe landing, but it’s hard to tell up from down.
“Prepare yourself for the impact, Cait. You know what to do.” My father’s voice is calm and stable, it’s everything I’m not feeling right now.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t contain the icy wave of panic splashing around in my guts. It’s freezing me from the inside, making me stiff and cold like this snow squall will when I hit the ground.
No. I won’t give up. Dad’s right, I know how to deal with this. I’ve been flying this plane since I was twelve years old, if anyone can do this, it’s me.
“Come on, girl, let’s go down easy. I want us both to come out of this alive,” I whisper to the Cessna. To the only remaining link I have to my family. To my sister.
I pus
h my anxiety down, swallowing it into a lead lump and breathe deep. There’s still time to fix this. Outside, the ground coming up at me too fast. Fear threatens to choke me out before the crash can ever kill me. My heart is pounding so hard it’s whooshing in my ears. I can feel it beating in tiny pulses in the tips of my fingers as I try to bring the nose up a bit. Not too high. Just enough to even out this landing a bit. Luckily, the land below is barren and white. I’m in no danger of hurting anyone.
Just myself.
Finally, the wheel touches down on the earth. The entire plane howls in protest, shaking like a dog just freed from the bath. I feel like Qilaq is trying to fling me from inside her as she crashes into the endless carpet of white. I can’t hold on. My hands fly from the yoke, instinctively covering my face as we crash across the icy tundra. It’s an eternity of ear-splitting shrieks, from both Qilaq and me, as she spins around in a dizzying blur. I’m spinning free from my body. Spinning free from my mind. There are no thoughts. There are barely breaths as we spiral out of control together.
And then it’s over.
My Cessna is shredded around me. The cold wind attacks my body and it takes a second to realize that it’s because my plane isn’t protecting me from the elements. Everything looks like a photograph taken out of focus, even though I’m pretty sure I’ve stopped moving. The world is fuzzy and white, like a big, comforting blanket on a chilly morning. All I want to do is snuggle in and sleep.
Wait, I try to blink my eyes into focus, are those people? My hand flops around, searching for a radio that’s somehow just out of reach. The world narrows, a tunnel of darkness surrounds me on all sides, all I can see is a big black bear and a couple blurs running in the distance. I must be hallucinating.
“Help.” I try to scream it, but it’s nothing more than a hoarse whisper lost in the wind. I fight so hard to open my heavy eyelids, I know I need to stay conscious. I can’t give up. I’m not a quitter. But my choice is taken away, just like my father was. Just like my plane was. That all-encompassing blackness must have followed me down from the stormy clouds because I fall into it, and soon all I see is dark.
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