by Abby Angel
“There’s more,” I tell her, not sure how she’ll react to this. “So before you say yes to the job, you need to know. I want you for more than just working for me. I want you in my bed.”
Her jaw drops again. But why play games? I’m a to the point kind of guy. I put it all out there. So I tell her the hard part, too. I know it seems like I’m offering a job in exchange for sex, but that’s totally not it. I want her for the job regardless of whether she wants to sleep with me or not. And I want her in my bed even if she doesn’t want the job. Ideally, she wants both. Just like I do.
I give her time to process it, then say, “There are no strings here. You take as much or as little as you want. It’s up to you. You think you can be okay with that?”
She takes her time, staring at her hands, but when she looks back up at me, her eyes are full of that same desire I’ve started to crave. And this time there’s no confusion. No hesitation. “I’m totally okay with that.”
Ginger
After we leave the restaurant, we take the train back to Blaze’s apartment, and it’s all I can do to wait until we are inside before I start tearing his clothes off.
It’s crazy. Totally. My life just changed completely in the span of twenty-four hours. And I have no clue at all where it’s headed. But I’m actually okay with that. I’m excited about the possibilities. A new job that I’ve wanted forever. And the sexiest man alive wanting me in his bed? I’ll take it.
I have no idea where this thing with Blaze will go. But I was truthful when I said I was okay with that. I want to live on the edge for once. Not worry about what’s ahead. Enjoy the moment.
And at the moment, I’m really enjoying Blaze’s tongue trailing its way up my inner thigh, headed straight for my pussy.
He growls against my sensitive flesh, that sexy as sin sound making me gush.
More. More. More.
It’s like a chant in my head.
And when he swirls his tongue over my clit, licking, flicking, sucking, I moan in pleasure. I grab fistfuls of his hair, pressing him more tightly between my legs, sure I’ll never get enough of this.
But then he grabs me and drags me up into a sitting position, pulling my shirt over my head. I’m completely naked now and start pulling at his clothes, ready to see him in all his naked glory too.
The sight is magnificent. Intricate ink works its way all over his skin, winding around his arms, his torso, his back. The ink ripples under his taut and bunching muscles. Unable to resist, I trace them with my fingers, then follow behind with my tongue. I want to touch and lick every inch of this man’s body. I could get lost in it for days.
My hands tease his lower stomach, trailing down, further and further until my fingers dance over his thick erection. I wrap him in my hands and give him a tug, loving when his head falls back on a sexy groan.
“Time to return the favor,” I whisper, following my hands once again until I’m hovering just above his cock, my breath teasing the velvety head.
Blaze grips my hair in his hand, much like I did to him, and I know he won’t be gentle. The thought has me excited, my pussy pooling with wetness all over again.
I wrap my mouth around him, flicking my tongue as I put just the tip inside, fisting my hand around the base. Then I flatten my tongue, taking him a far as I can, opening my throat for him.
He lets out a feral growl and thrusts hard, taking my mouth, getting his pleasure from me. I fucking love it. I continue to work my mouth up and down in time with his frantic thrusts, satisfied when I feel him begin to thicken and swell.
But then he pulls me off his cock with a loud pop and flips me over in one fluid motion until he’s flat on his back and I’m straddling him.
He hands me a condom with a quirk of his brow. Without words, he gives me the control. This strong, wild man letting me be in charge of what happens next.
I rip it open, staring at his dark, dark eyes as I roll it down over his length. And the mood shifts. It’s not as frantic, as needy.
I go slow, lowering myself down over him until he fills me completely. His hands grip my hips, his fingers digging in tight like they did last night on his bike. With both breathe hard with the sensations rolling through our bodies. A tremor shakes me as I feel him twitch within me.
It spurs me into action, and my hips begin to move, slowly at first, savoring the feeling of his cock dragging up and down along my inner walls. It doesn’t take long for my need to rise up again, and soon I’m moving faster, racing toward the finish line, needing desperately to come on this man’s magnificent cock.
He chuckles, and I meet his eyes. “Knew you wanted a ride, baby,” he says.
I laugh teasingly and echo his words from last night. “Just grip it between my legs, right?”
He waggles his eyebrows, then pulls me down toward him for a bruising kiss that I feel searing its way through my entire body.
Then we’re moving together, panting, desperate. And when I ride right over the edge, he follows right behind, his body quaking as hard as mine with the intensity of our climaxes.
We collapse in a heap, a tangled mess of limbs, and I can’t remember a time when I’ve ever felt so content. Excited about the future of my job. But just as excited to find out what’s in store for Blaze and me.
I laugh as a thought crosses my mind.
“What?” he murmurs into my hair.
“I had no idea last night that I was about to get my own train sex fantasy come true.”
“Train sex?”
I tell him about Adrienne, and he laughs. “I thought you were pretty worked up last night on the train, but I had no idea.” He flips me over and pins me underneath his hard, inked up body. “I can totally make that a reality.”
I bite my lip, then lose myself in the barrage of kisses he assaults me with.
Oh yeah, I think there is a whole lot of train sex in my future.
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“We got a problem, Eliza.”
Colt’s voice echoes through the plane, coming from the speakers overhead, and I raise my eyes to look down the aisle and into the cockpit. The door is open but, from where I’m sitting, I can’t really see anything.
“What’s going on?” I shout, but neither Colt nor Ethan seem to hear me. I unbuckle my seatbelt and start making my way toward the plane’s cockpit. Stepping inside, I look from Ethan to Colt, both of them sitting in the pilot’s chair, but they don’t even turn around. They’re fumbling with the dashboard, tapping buttons after buttons, and they’re both sweating.
“What’s going on?” I repeat, and this time Colt turns his head around to meet my gaze.
“Well, this piece of shit is dying,” he says, almost too casually, but his expression doesn’t seem a casual one.
Oh no, not at all.
“Yeah, we might have to jump ship,” Ethan agrees, now turning to me.
“What… What do you guys mean?” I ask them, trying to make some sense of what they’re telling me.
“We mean that the engines are dying on us, and the whole circuitry is fucked. We’re gonna have to jump,” Colt tells me, and he’s smiling - almost as if he’s actually enjoying the whole thing.
“Jump?” I cry out, my eyes widening as I imagine myself jumping out from a moving airplane. I might like adrenaline, but this is a bit too much for me.
“Don’t worry, babe, you’re safe with us,” Ethan tells me, bu
t his words do nothing to ease my nervousness. God, why did I think this was such a good idea in the first place?
You see, when you have so much money you can buy everything you want, you usually try and use some of that money to make the world a better place. That’s what Ethan, Colt and I decided to do once our baby daughter had her first birthday. In the way we see it, it’s our duty to make the world a better place for her.
We’ve already invested dozens of millions into health research, and now we’re touring Africa and Asia, trying to see what we can do for the impoverished communities on these continents.
Ethan and Colt took this new role of ours so seriously that they even learned how to fly a plane. That’s why, right now, there’s just the three of us in this small cargo plane. We were flying over Thailand when our private jet had a few problems engine-wise, and we had to make an emergency landing. Eager to fly back home as fast as we could (after all, we haven’t seen our daughter for two days in a row now ), we rented whatever plane they had available at the local airport and took off.
Which we shouldn’t have done, it turns out.
Apparently, these guys at the airport scammed us - they charged a fortune so that we could fly this tin can back to Melbourne (where we’re staying for the month), and now it seems that all we did was rent a flying coffin.
Yeah, this day keeps getting better.
“Jesus Christ, are there parachutes in this thing?” I ask them, but I’m not sure if I want to hear the answer.
“Two parachutes,” Ethan says and, although he doesn’t seem worried at all, I find my knees start to tremble.
“Two parachutes?” I cry out, suddenly feeling lightheaded. Oh, God, why didn’t I stay at home today? Helping the world is so much better when you aren’t risking your life.
“I’ll strap you up to me,” Ethan continues, taking off his seatbelt and leaving his pilot chair. Colt does the same, and I look from one to the other. I knew they really meant it when they said we had to jump, I just didn’t know they wanted it to happen, like, now.
“We’re… We’re in the middle of the ocean!” My mouth has gone dry, and my heart is racing so fast I wouldn’t be surprised if it simply jumped out of my mouth.
“We know,” Colt flashes me his confident grin and, for an instant, I feel slightly at ease - even though he has just told me we’re fucked. Thankfully, he continues speaking. “We’ve turned the plane around and, in a few minutes, we’ll be flying over a small deserted island. We’ll jump out and let the plane dive into the sea. We’ve already radioed the authorities, and they won’t take long to pick us up.”
“Jesus… Are you sure of this?” My mouth is so dry that it tastes like paper.
“It’s gotta be done, babe. And soon.” With that, Ethan opens up a compartment over the pilot’s chair and, from the inside, he takes out two backpacks with a load of straps in them - parachutes, then.
They strap themselves in a hurry, Ethan keeping an eye on the dashboard, and then they pull me after them, leaving the cockpit.
“Oh, fuck, this is crazy,” I mutter under my breath as I follow them to the cramped passenger area. Moving fast, Colt opens the side door and a gust of wind whips at my hair, the cough of the engines making itself clear.
“Alright, c’mere, babe,” Ethan screams over the dying sound of the engine, placing himself behind me and lacing my shoulders and thighs with straps. “We’re set, Colt!” He screams with a nod and, with a quick nod, Colt just throws himself out of the door.
My eyes widen as I watch him go and, for a moment, I think that my heart stops. I don’t have time to dwell on it, though - before I can do or say anything, Ethan just pushes me forward and, even though I try to hold on to the door’s frame, we simply stumble into the vast nothingness.
For a couple of seconds, I close my eyes and I think I drift off into unconsciousness - when I open up my eyes, we’re still falling down, but now at a gentle pace. Ethan has already opened the parachute, and we’re gliding down into a tiny patch of sand on an island that looks as green as it seems deserted. A pearl in the middle of the ocean.
Colt is under us and I watch him land on the beach easily, almost as if he had spent years jumping out of airplanes. One minute later as it’s our turn to land by his side, my knees buckling as I feel the impact.
Taking the straps out of me, Ethan and Colt leave me and start folding their parachutes. Once they’re done, they rush back to me, an ecstatic smile on their face. Adrenaline junkies, these two!
But that’s not me.
My heart is kicking and punching against my ribcage so fast it’s unbelievable - it’s as if I have Mike Tyson inside my chest right now.
“You okay, babe?” Colt asks me, coming up to me and placing one hand on my waist. “Sit down, take a breath,” he laughs, the sound of his voice bright and clear.
“Yeah, relax,” Ethan agrees, “we’re good, the three of us.”
“We’re good,” I repeat after Ethan and, instead of sitting down, I throw myself back and sprawl my body on the sand, looking up at the blue sky overhead. And to think that, minutes ago, the three of us were up there…
“What now?”
“Now we wait, I guess,” Ethan replies, looking at the radio in his hand. “It won’t be long, I think. One hour or so, and the Coast Guard or whatever these guys have will be here. We’re close to the coast.”
“So…” I start, propping myself up on one elbow. “We have one hour, right?” I ask Ethan, a smile taking over my lips.
“One hour,” he replies, lowering his voice until it becomes a whisper. “Just the three of us…”
“I wonder how we’ll keep busy…” Colt joins in, that wild grin on his face.
“I wonder, I wonder…” I whisper, all the adrenaline rushing inside my veins turning into lust; sitting up, I then reach for them, my stretched fingers going straight for their shirts. Brushing my fingertips over the fabric, I only stop when I have my fingers tightly curled on their shirts, close to their necks. Tugging on them at the same time, I tear the fabric apart, and a dozen of buttons pop up into the air and fall down on the sand at our feet.
“What are we going to tell our rescuers when they see us like this?” Colt asks me, but he’s chuckling. “That we were attacked by a wild animal?”
“Not a wild animal,” I correct him with a lewd purr, running my fingers until both my hands are over their stomachs, the rock hard contour of their abs making my pussy grow wet with lust. “The wildest animal…”
With that, I let my hands fall down to their crotches and, doing it fast, I flatten my palms over their growing cocks at the same time. Both men groan, and the sound of their voices is enough to turn my pussy in a completely wet mess. Instinct kicks in and, without wasting a single second, I kneel down between the the two of them, pressing hard with my hands against their cocks.
Biting down on my lower lip, I start stroking them over the fabric of their jeans, but I don’t last long - with a growl on the back of my throat, I undo the top button on their jeans and then just give them a tug, forcing all the other buttons to pop out in sequence.
Their cocks are tenting their boxer briefs and, even though I’ve already seen them a thousand times by now, the sight of these two glorious masts is enough to make me almost mad with desire.
“A deserted island, one woman… And two cocks,” I whisper, looking up at them with one dirty grin. “Sounds like a dream come true.”
“Babe… Everyday with you is a dream that came true,” Colt replies fast, and that just makes me smile at them, love blending with lust to create an almost explosive combination.
“I gotta agree with Ethan on that,” Ethan whispers, and both their cocks pulse at the same time. Allowing instinct to guide the movements of my body, I curl my fingers on the hem of their boxer briefs and pull them down, sending both jeans and boxers down to their ankles. They kick off their boots and step out of their clothes as fast as they can, throwing them in a heap to the side.
Standing completely naked in front of me, the sun making their toned muscles almost glow, they look like two Greek ones.
I reach for their cocks and, still looking up at them, I curl my fingers around their thick shafts. My hands start moving back and forth at a gentle rhythm, but it doesn’t take long for that rhythm to grow into something passionate and wild - and, of course fast.
Stroking them as furiously as I can, I then find myself leaning in, my parted lips going straight for the tip of Colt’s cock. My eyelids droop and I touch him with the tip of my tongue, slowly wrapping my lips around his thickness at the same time. I stop stroking him as I do it, my lips rolling down all the length of his shaft, but I keep going at full steam when it comes to Ethan’s cock.
When my lips find the skin around the base of Colt’s cock, I don’t waste a single second: I start bobbing my head back and forth, doing it with the same rhythm at which I’m stroking Ethan. My hand and mouth move as if they’re one and, with my eyes closed, I simply surrender to the moment.
Sucking on Colt until I run out of breath, I pull his cock out of my mouth and take a mouthful of air. The second after that I’m leaning in toward Ethan, my mouth already open and ready to take another thick shaft inside of it.
“Fuck, Eliza…” He groans as I roll my lips down his delicious twelve-inches, the saltiness of his precum making me dizzy. Dizzy and eager for more.
“Did I hear the word fuck?” I ask him in a hurry, his cock sliding out of my mouth with a wet sound. “Because that sounds like something interesting we can do on a deserted island.”
“Good thinking, Eliza,” Colt chuckles, leaning toward me slightly and placing both his hands on my shoulders. I almost think he’s going to push me back but, instead, he goes on his knees in front of me.
“Our girl has the best ideas, doesn’t she?” Ethan asks, kneeling by Colt’s side and offering me his wicked smile. I run my tongue between my lips, wettening them, and I feel a surge of adrenaline kicking in.