by Kim Karr
The beat of my pulse was loud in my ears. When I reached my destination, I slowly turned the handle and opened the door. The room was a private lounge decorated much like the rest of the plane, all whites and creams, with a leather bench-like sofa under a bank of three windows, a sink and small bar, and a large TV. It looked like a place to get away from the crowd and just chill out.
The sky was midnight black, and I could see nothing but the vast darkness. Crossing the small space, I stood in front of the sink and looked in the mirror. When I did, I saw the face of a woman who was about to enter the Mile High Club. James Ashton is going to come in here and fuck me. I bit my lip to make certain this was really happening.
Get naked, he’d commanded.
My pulse leaped. I wasn’t certain I could be that bold.
Time didn’t allow me to decide.
There was a click of a lock and then he was behind me in the mirror. He had an uncorked champagne bottle in one hand and two crystal flutes in the other. He moved closer to me and set the things in his hands on the counter, and then caged me in. His eyes met mine in the mirror, and his irises shone the most beautiful shade of milk chocolate. “Champagne?” he asked in a voice that bordered on concern.
Was he worried I had changed my mind?
I hadn’t.
“Yes, please,” I said, turning around.
He stayed where he was, so close to me he could lean in and kiss me.
He didn’t.
Each passing moment he didn’t touch me made me crazier with desire.
Forced to move in order to pour the champagne, he took a few steps to my left. And then he poured the bubbling liquid into the glasses and handed me one.
I took it with trembling fingers.
He clinked our glasses. “To meeting you.”
I swallowed at the sweetness of what he said, and then raising my glass I repeated what he’d said, “To meeting you.”
That smile was back.
I slowly sipped my drink and kept my eyes on him. I’d already had quite a bit to drink. If I drank much more, I might just pass out on him. Once I’d taken a few sips from my glass, I set it down and boldly took a step closer to him. “You got here too fast—I didn’t have enough time to prepare.”
“I didn’t have much of a choice. That crowd out there is completely wasted and upset that I’m not. They said I have at least a dozen shots to catch up on, and when I tell you they’ll make sure I catch up, I mean it. So I ran, fast.” His grin was breathtaking.
I laughed. “Sounds like you’re going to be good and drunk before the night is over.”
“Not just me,” he warned. The room’s temperature seemed to rise a hundred degrees.
Without another word, he gazed at me with eyes I wanted to swim in. Men had always looked at me, but none ever like him. It was as though he wanted to see more than what was on the outside, that he wanted to know me from the inside out. A rush of euphoria raged through my veins as if I’d been waiting for someone like him my whole life.
Slowly, I pulled down the straps of my corset-like top and tugged my arms out of them before I lifted it from my body. I was completely bare beneath and my breasts were exposed instantly.
He hissed, but still said nothing as he watched me intently.
I proceeded to shimmy out of my skirt, letting it pool at my feet, and now stood before him in only my scant lace panties.
“You’re even more beautiful than I could have imagined,” he said, stepping toward me.
I reached for his buttons and quickly undid them, practically ripping his shirt off. He watched me with that same expression that made my heart flutter.
In the process, I somehow lost my footing, or maybe the plane hit some turbulence, and I almost fell right on top of him. “Oops,” I said. His look told me he liked me that way.
I had all kinds of thoughts about ridding him in that very position, but he quickly put me back on my feet.
With a shrug of my shoulders, I got to work on his belt and then his zipper. As I was tugging his slacks down, I glanced up to look at him. Fire blazed in his eyes and his cheeks were a bit flushed. The same desire I’d been feeling since we met was written all over his face.
I couldn’t believe what I was doing.
He stepped out of his slacks, but didn’t let me pull his boxer briefs down.
Yes, he was definitely in charge.
Not wasting any time, he reached for me, and I more than willingly went to him, taking that one remaining step between us. As soon as I did, his hands were on my hips and mine were around his neck. His mouth found mine already open for him and his body eased between my legs as if we were made for each other.
Butterflies like I’d never felt took flight in my belly as soon as his tongue slipped into my mouth. French kissing had never taken me to another dimension, but right now I had to wonder if I wasn’t in heaven as he kissed me fast. Kissed me slow. Kissed me breathless.
Eventually, we made it back to the sofa in a tangle of limbs and heavy breathing. James was only slightly taller than me but lying down next to him, he seemed so much taller.
The couch was wide, meant to double as a single bed, and had pillows against the jet wall instead of a sofa back. I found myself pressed against those pillows as James roamed my body, and tingles of pleasure erupted in every wake of his touch.
Attentive, his hands fondled my breasts, fingers dipped into my belly button, palms skimmed my ass, my thighs.
Wanting to explore his body as well, I leaned in to taste his skin. My lips skimmed down the hint of stubble on his jaw to his throat. I liked the way he tasted, like salt and something delicious. When I found the pulse in his neck, I lightly sucked it between my teeth.
In a wild rush, James ripped my panties away.
Moments later the heel of his palm pressed flat to my sex, causing my lips to part in a gasp, and this time I didn’t have to try to contain it. “James.”
“I like the way you say my name,” he murmured. His fingers teasing me, stroking me, sending all kinds of amazing sensations rippling through me body. “Say it again.”
“James,” I breathed.
I heard the smile in his voice. “Again,” he demanded as he plunged one, and then another finger deep inside me.
“James!” I almost screamed it as I found the most unexpected release.
The look on his face as he watched me come apart ignited something wild inside me. Still seeing stars, I reached for his boxers and pulled them down just enough so he could kick them off. I let my gaze wander to admire him, my hands following. My heart skipped a little when my fingertips traced down his erection and back up. His skin was so smooth, his cock so perfect. He groaned in such a way that I knew it was because of my touch, not just anyone’s touch.
After that, I let my hands move without thought, stroking up and back down. He was hard and hot, and my hands moved to the rhythm we seemed to have established as our own—not too fast, but not too slow. When my fingers closed around him, loosely at first, then more tightly, he made that sound again that set my blood on fire. I watched his eyes close and noticed his breath quicken. That’s when words flew from my mouth unlike anything I had ever said to a man. “You’re so beautiful.”
His eyes flew open and for a moment I wasn’t sure what he was going to say, but then he laughed from deep in his throat. “That’s my line,” he breathed and rolled us over.
“But you are—it’s in your eyes, the way you look at me like I’m the only one who exists in your world.”
He just kept gazing down at me with those eyes.
I writhed under him, impatient, wanting so much to feel him inside me. I’d craved human contact before, but never had I felt a primal need for a man to fuck me like I did now.
Hovering over me, he said, “Lindsay, I don’t know if you’re an angel or a devil, but I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.”
My nails scraped down his back.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
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With a grin, I said, “I’m neither, I’m just someone who really wants you too.”
In a flash, he reached for his wallet, retrieved a condom, tore it open, and rolled it on.
Just watching him had me biting down on my bottom lip so hard I almost drew blood.
Moments later, one palm landed on the mattress near my shoulder while he took his cock in the other hand to guide himself inside me. I closed my eyes as he eased in. The gasp that left me echoed throughout the room. As I stretched to accommodate him he teased me, pulling back out and reentering.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned.
Each time he entered me caused me to gasp. As he pushed farther into me, I inhaled a breath as more pangs of joy rippled through my body.
He filled me completely with his next movement. Overwhelmed with sensation after sensation, I let myself go and just allowed my body the indulgence of feeling whatever this was between us.
His mouth found mine and as he pushed into me over and over, I pushed my hips upward. His cock throbbed and my clit pulsed—again it was that same rhythm we seemed to create together. His movements became faster and my desire amped up. A euphoric feeling of pure sensation had my body shaking.
“Fuck, I’m going to come. You just feel too good. I can’t control myself,” he growled around our kiss.
Our lips crashed together at the same pace as our fucking—hard and fast, but then the plane started experiencing even more turbulence, and before we could both come, he was ass down on the floor.
I couldn’t help myself, I laughed so hard I had tears in my eyes.
James just shook his head. He really had to work on lightening up. In no time, he was on top of me once again. And then he was inside me. He grabbed my waist with one hand and my ass with the other and just like that, he was so deep inside me that pings of pleasure engulfed me and I wasn’t laughing anymore. I screamed out his name over and over. Bliss radiated in waves that rolled from one to the next.
James groaned my name as he came with me and together we rode out our need for satisfaction.
When both our breathing started to slow, he rolled over next to me and pulled me to his chest. I’m not sure how much time passed before either of us was able to move. But when he sat up he said, “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
“Me either.” I sat up next to him.
He stroked his hand down my back. “What does it mean?”
He looked scared out of his mind.
Now, I was never the kind of girl to get stars in her eyes, but I swear my eyes had to be twinkling when I looked at him. “I don’t have any idea.”
Just then, the plane went through another pocket of turbulence, and this time we both jerked forward, and again, James landed on top of me.
That time he did laugh. “Well, I know that has to mean we need to do it again.”
He had a point. Either that or fate was trying to convince us to stop.
We both slid back onto the sofa, and James flopped onto his back.
I looked at him and ran a hand down the smooth skin of his chest. “At least one more time,” I said with a wink.
His lips fought not to smile and his arms wrapped around my waist. “You are definitely the devil,” he said seductively.
Looking out the window into the dark of the night, I said, “No, I think I’m the angel and you’re the devil.”
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, baby.” It was as if he were reciting a line from a bad movie.
At that we both laughed until our mouths fused in such a way that we couldn’t laugh anymore. We spent another hour rolling around, exploring every part of each other’s body with only minor setbacks from turbulence pockets.
“Folks, we just began our descent into McCarran International Airport. The local time is twelve forty-nine a.m., light winds out of the south, and we’re looking at an easy landing. Buckle up. We should be on the ground in just a few minutes,” the pilot’s voice boomed overhead.
I was lying on top of James and pressed my hands on either side of his head. “City of Sin, here we come.”
He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me back down. “We’re going to have an amazing time,” he cooed in my ear.
After what we’d just done, I didn’t doubt it.
Not for a second.
Chapter 3
Welcome to the Club, You Idiot
James
There was a pounding on the door.
I covered my head with my pillow.
Knock. Knock.
Knock. Knock.
“Go away,” I muttered.
Ignoring me, whoever it was continued the pounding. I swore an earthquake was taking place, but I couldn’t even pull myself up to look around.
Knock. Knock.
Knock. Knock.
“What?” I finally yelled.
“Wake up, sunshine. If you’re coming back to New York with us, we leave in an hour.” It was Avery’s shrieking voice and her tone made my eardrums hurt. Had someone taken a hammer to my head? It certainly felt that way.
Opening only one eye, I tried to focus. “Yeah, alright,” I answered.
Feeling sicker than a dog, I forced my other eye open and blinked a million times over.
My surroundings were familiar. This was one of the rooms Avery kept on reserve at the Mandarin on the floor beneath her penthouse. I’d been in rooms like this many times before. But never had I woken up feeling like this.
My body was one big ache.
My eyes burned.
My head was pounding.
What the fuck happened to me?
I turned my head and a halo of red was all I could see. I pulled back a little. Shit, I wasn’t alone. It was then I realized I was wrapped around a body. Lindsay’s gorgeous, sexy body, to be exact.
How the hell was it my entire body felt like I’d been run over, but my dick was still getting hard?
I stared at her and felt that oh so familiar urge to fuck. This girl was keeping me perpetually hard. Even I was tired of my dick turning into a steel rod, and that was saying a lot.
I licked my lips, but they were numb, and tasted like salt and lime.
Tequila.
Lots of tequila.
That fucking tequila.
How much had I had to drink?
In the limo on the way to the Lake’s penthouse conveniently located at the top of the Mandarin Oriental, in the bar at the Mandarin, in the casino, at various stops we made while walking down the strip. At Caesar’s Palace. In Olympic Garden. Olympic Garden? I took Lindsay to a strip club with male dancers?
What. The. Fuck?
My brain hurt thinking about last night. And my dick wasn’t helping matters.
Enough was enough.
I turned it all off—for now, and yes, my raging hard-on too.
Grabbing the corner of the sheet, I tossed my issues aside and then stood. We had to get to that plane and get back to New York, and fast. This girl was undoing me, and I really didn’t care for the feeling.
Not one bit.
Just as I started to circle the bed, my eyes landed on the naked beauty in it, and I had to suck in a breath, telling myself I didn’t need to fuck her again. What I needed was to get rid of her.
But then something strange happened, as I was watching her sleep, my eyes went all starry.
You had to be fucking kidding me.
As I physically tried to shake off the lovesick puppy feeling, I began to feel even sicker. The quick motion made my stomach twist in a violent way, and I hurried to the bathroom.
With a deep breath, I stood just inside the doorway.
In.
Out.
I gulped in air and let it out over and over until the wheezy feeling passed. Then, closing my eyes, I took the longest piss of my life and opened them only to flush the toilet. It was then, with my left hand on the lever, that I saw the glint of metal around my finger. Not just any finger, my ring finger.
I broke out in a cold sweat.
What. The. Hell?
An uneasy feeling coursed through me. My erection was instantly gone as I continued to stare at my finger.
Then, in a rush, it all came back.
The crowd of us walking down the Strip in the wee hours of the morning, passing guys handing out fliers for strippers and escorts, a man levitating on the sidewalk, and people in all kinds of rentable costumes shouting at us. We’d stopped to see the water dance in front of the Bellagio hotel.
Lindsay was tucked into my side. As the water spun and twirled in front of me, I thought I’d never been so content. She was everything I could have ever dreamed of in a woman. She was fucking perfect for me, and I think I told her so.
Someone in the crowd pointed to a sign that read “Wedding Chapel.” Someone else was saying, “I’ve never been in a Vegas chapel.” Another said, “Me either.” Avery suggesting, “Lets go inside and check it out.”
The crowd had lessened to about twelve of us, and none of us questioned her. We all just went inside. I was expecting a flying Elvis or two, but that wasn’t what I got. Instead I got heaven. I mean literally. The chapel was swathed in a bluish glow that sparkled off the silver chairs. The carpet was white. There were lights everywhere. And there were even clouds on the ceiling.
I was in heaven, or so I thought.
Like a vision, I looked at Lindsay and saw my angel. I just knew then that she was sent to put me on the right path, and with that knowledge, I knew what I had to do.
Out of nowhere, I dropped onto one knee and told Lindsay I wanted her to be mine forever. I remember her just looking at me. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I asked again. “Marry me?”
She giggled, “You’re drunk.”
I shrugged. “It doesn’t matter what I am, I know what I want, and it’s you.” She stared at me, stunned. What happened next was a little hazy. I could see pieces of it.
Me begging her to say yes.
Me begging.
Begging her for more.
Begging.
Her shaking.
Her taking my face in her hands. “Are you sure?”