by Aubrey Dark
“Do you like that?” he asked, rolling one nipple until it grew hard under his fingers. I bit my lip. The sensation sent bursts of electric pleasure outward through my nerves.
“Yes,” I whispered, my eyes still closed.
He kept massaging my breast with one hand. With the other hand, he moved down, down past my stomach. His palm glided over my hip and slid down between my thighs. A moan caught in my throat as I arched up to meet his hand.
He pressed me back down onto the table.
“You have to stay still,” he said, a teasing lilt in the low notes of his voice. “This is supposed to be relaxing.”
I could have ripped his head off if he hadn’t started stroking me then, slow gliding strokes on either side of my slit. His thick fingers slid down, parting right before they touched me. I chewed my lip and forced myself to be still, urgent need pulsing through me.
“Imagine your body as a being of energy,” he said. “Imagine the chi flowing through your veins, beating outward with your heart.”
I sucked in a breath as he grazed the swollen flesh with his fingers.
“Imagine every part of your body as a million particles of light—”
“Piers,” I said, inhaling tightly as he slid his fingers down my oily skin, just on the outside edges of my wet and aching slit. “What in the hell are you talking about?”
“I had a roommate in college who did Reiki massage,” Piers said. “This is how he made people relax.”
“He must—ah!—must have been a hit with the ladies,” I hissed through my teeth, as Piers pressed deeply on either side. My hips tilted upward into his touch.
“Just imagine energy flowing through your body, okay? Relax.”
“I am relaxing. It’s just that Reiki sounds like kind of some hippy-dippy—ohhh!”
I moaned softly. His hand had cupped my breast, his thumb moving in slow circles around my nipple. His other hand moving in slow strokes, down where I was hollow with need.
“Good,” he whispered. “Perfect.”
I forced myself to breathe deeply, in and out. Every inhale was a stroke upward, and every exhale was a stroke down. Despite his attempts at Reiki, though, I could feel the energy inside me, and it wasn’t flowing smoothly. It was tensing, clenching my core with every touch of his oiled fingertips.
He stroked me over and over, his fingers coming closer and closer to the most sensitive part of me.
My whole body was beginning to clench. The need was too much. Warmth rippled through my nerves with each stroke, and my fingers scrabbled on the sheet of the massage table.
“Please,” I whispered. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Please, Piers, oh please—”
That was enough. His fingers slid down, thrusting into me. At the same time, he slid his thumb over me, giving my clit one hard stroke.
Heat erupted in my veins, flashing through all of my limbs and setting them afire. I felt the surging ache in me draw closer, tighter. My body arched upward against the table, forcing his fingers into me even deeper.
“Yes,” I breathed throatily. “Oh God, Piers, yes, please yes—”
He pinched my nipple so hard I saw white, and I gasped with pleasure. I could feel the thickness of his fingers filling me, and it made me insane with need. Every part of me ached for him. As he rolled my nipple, I squealed and thrashed on the table. I loved it, loved the searing heat that it sent through me. Mostly, though, I loved his fingers inside of me, his thumb pressing down and sending me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
He wasn’t going slowly anymore. His thumb gave my clit short, hard strokes and his thick fingers pumped into me.
I bucked my hips against his hand. It was impossible to control my body like this. I needed relief. I was on the edge and ready to jump.
“Piers—oh yes. Yes! Yes!”
He flicked my nipple with his fingers, and at the same time he brought me over the edge with his other hand, his thumb rubbing hard circles into my swollen clit as his thick fingers jammed into me, thrusting deep into my flesh. I clenched around his fingers and bit my lip as the orgasm came screaming through me.
“Mmmmm!!!”
I couldn’t let myself scream out, I couldn’t, even though my whole body was being torn apart with pleasure. I arched hard as the crest of the orgasm hit, my body spasming against his hands. My eyes were closed, but I could see white explosions of light as I clenched again and again over his thick hard fingers.
Just one massage. Just one massage.
The last shudders of the orgasm rippled through my body and then I was spent, utterly exhausted, my body hot with sated desire. The air turned chilly in an instant, and I shivered.
“Oh Piers… Piers…” My head lolled back against the massage table.
“Shhh,” he whispered. A sheet came up and I felt him tucking the fabric over my shoulders.
I looked up at him and saw his eyes soften. He was so close that I could feel the heat of his body through the sheet. There seemed to be some connection between us, something vibrating in the space between our bodies. I could tell he sensed it too.
Just one massage.
I glanced down. His cock was straining against the fabric of his pants. I licked my lips and he shifted his weight.
“Piers?”
“Yes?”
“Did you—did you want…” I trailed off, unsure how to ask him. Right then, I would have let him do whatever he wanted with me. He could stretch my body out, use me in any way. And I wanted it, wanted to give him back some measure of what he had given me.
“I promised only to use my hands,” he said, his voice hoarse. His Adam’s apple bobbed under the dark shadow of his cheeks. He hadn’t shaved yet today, I realized.
“But—”
“I’ve got to get back,” he said, looking away from me. The connection between us broke, falling away. I swallowed.
I didn’t know what was wrong, but I didn’t want to push him. Not now.
I closed my eyes and sank into the melting darkness. Everything shivered around me.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
I felt his weight shift as he leaned forward. He kissed me on the forehead, a light brush of his lips that made my mouth part slightly in anticipation. But that was all he gave me.
“Namaste,” he said, a smile against my skin. “Are you relaxed now?”
“So relaxed,” I murmured.
“Great,” he said. “Then you’ll be more than ready for the next contest.”
I opened one eye and squinted at him.
“What contest?” I asked.
“Flying a fighter jet,” Piers said, standing up from the table.
“Flying a—what? Are you kidding me?”
“See you outside in the spa courtyard,” Piers said, grinning.
I stared up at the ceiling for a few seconds, trying desperately to calm myself. A day of relaxation? Yeah, right.
“This is so not good for my chi,” I mumbled, rolling off of the massage table.
Chapter Eighteen
“So we’ll all be pairing up in partners for the jet fighter contest,” Piers explained. Kate and Julie both glanced over at me. Just like in high school, we’d subconsciously grouped off already into cliques. April and Heidi had turned into best buds after the cocktail party. Rosalita, Mia, and Tanya stood apart from the group: they were definitely the three most beautiful girls in the contest, and Mia was their ringleader. We were all dressed in jumpsuits, standing on the tarmac of a private airfield.
When we’d been changing into the suits, I’d thought they’d looked awful—they showed every bump and bulge—but Piers and Dylan managed to look like superheros in front of the fleet of fighter jets.
“One of you will be paired with Dylan, and one of you will be paired with me, so five teams.”
At the news that someone would be paired with Dylan, all heads turned toward him. So much for partners.
“Each team will have a flight instructor accompanying the
m during the flight,” Piers said, gesturing toward the men who were already checking over the jet planes.
“Can we take the flight instructors home with us afterward?” Heidi whispered. “I call dibs on the blond one.”
“Who gets to fly with Dylan?” Mia asked, biting her lip as she looked at him seductively.
“Good question. It’ll be a random draw,” Piers said.
“That’s not fair! The winner of the last contest should get to fly with Dylan,” Tanya said.
“You already got a prize for winning,” Piers pointed out. “You won a gift certificate to the Strand.”
“Ugh, books? Who reads books?”
I put my hand on my forehead and tried to keep my eyes from rolling out of my head.
“We can vote on it,” Dylan said. “To make it fairer.”
“Yeah!” Mia said. “A vote!”
Piers slapped his hand over his forehead.
“Fine. We can vote. Let me hand out some paper,” he said, fumbling under his jumpsuit and pulling out a few loose papers from his pocket. “Just write in the name—”
“I can’t fly,” April said.
“You won’t have to do any piloting if you don’t want to,” Piers explained again. “The flight instructor—”
“No, I mean, I can’t fly.” April’s face was pale.
“You’re scared of planes?”
“I’ve only ever been in an airplane once, and I threw up the whole time.”
Everybody instinctively edged away from April, who looked like she was going to puke just thinking about being up in the air.
“You can ride with me,” Dylan said. “I’m a great pilot, don’t worry!”
Now everybody looked at April with a mix of envy and irritation. I could tell Mia was upset that she hadn’t thought of the ruse first.
But April shook her head, fear tensing her delicate features.
“I can’t,” she whispered. “I just can’t. I can’t.”
“Sure you can!” Dylan said enthusiastically. “All you have to do is sit there. You’re only upside down for a little bit during the loops, anyway, and—”
That was too much for April, who spun around and threw up on the tarmac between her shoes. All of the other girls jumped away from her. Only Heidi patted her on the shoulder and held her hair back.
“Alright,” Piers said. “Looks like one of you will be flying solo.”
“What about April? Does she get a free pass, since she won’t fly?” Mia crossed her arms. “Then I’m not flying, either!”
Heidi shot Mia a dirty look.
“April automatically loses,” Piers said. April burst into tears and threw up again between her sobs. Piers winced.
“Then why are we even flying!?” Mia asked.
“Because… because there will be one more loser, as well.”
“How do you lose by flying in a plane?” Julie asked. “Is it whoever throws up loses?”
“What? No.” Piers shook his head in disgust. “It’s a fighter jet simulation. We’ll be shooting at each other, and whoever gets the most hits is the loser.”
“You mean we’re going to get shot?” Kate asked, her face pale. “What if our engine gets shot and we crash?”
“It’s lasers,” Dylan interrupted. “Not real bullets.”
“We’re going to get shot with lasers?!”
Piers bit down on his lip and started handing out papers. He tore a receipt in half and gave me the bottom piece.
“Two hundred dollars on a bar tab?” I said, glancing up at him. “Tsk, tsk.”
“Don’t blame me,” Piers said. “Blame the alcohol for being so tasty.”
“Can you vote for yourself?” Tanya asked.
“Sure,” he said. “But if everyone votes for themselves, it’ll go to a random draw. Okay?”
“Psst!” Mia poked me from the side as Piers was handing out the last of the paper slips. He only had one pen, and was starting to look frustrated.
“What?” I asked.
“Vote for me, okay? I want to fly with Dylan.”
“Yeah? So does everybody else.”
“I promise I’ll make it up to you later, okay?”
Her dark eyelashes fluttered over a fierce expression that said she would personally shoot me out of the sky if I said no.
“Sure,” I said, shrugging. “Okay.”
“Yes! Thank you!” She slunk away, and I saw her whispering furtively to Rosalita and Tanya.
“What was that all about?” Julie asked. “You’re not going to vote for her, are you?”
“Nope,” I said, a plan forming in my mind. “Let’s all vote for Kate for this one, how about it?”
Julie hesitated, then nodded.
“Hey, April! Heidi!” I whispered.
April was standing shakily to the side, Tanya’s arm wrapped around her shoulders.
“What is it?”
“Sorry. I know this is a bad time. But will you vote for Kate so that Mia doesn’t get to fly with Dylan?”
“Sure,” April said miserably. “Whatever.”
“Thanks!” I beamed. This was my first attempt at sabotage, and it gave me a real adrenaline rush. I could totally put this in the article.
When Piers read the votes aloud, Mia smirked as the first two votes went her way. Then he read Kate’s name. Then Kate again. By the time he’d announced Kate as the winner, Mia’s face was as red as her lipstick.
“Who didn’t vote for me?!” she hissed, as we lined up in front of the jets.
“You should ask who did vote for you,” Julie teased. “It’ll go faster.”
I didn’t think Mia could turn any redder, but by the time we climbed up into the jets I was worried that she would burst an artery at high altitude.
And then I was sitting in the jet cockpit, with the flight instructor sitting right behind me. And I realized that I was a little bit afraid of flying, too. Not regular flying, but loops? Corkscrews? I wasn’t sure I was up for this challenge.
“Scoot over, Ace.”
I looked up. Piers was standing on the ladder right outside the cockpit. His crotch was right at face height, which I was sure was on purpose. I purposefully looked at the dashboard controls instead as I buckled myself in.
“Uh uh,” I said, shaking my head. “Julie was supposed to be my partner.”
“I put her in with Mia,” Piers said.
“With Mia?”
“They’ll be best friends by the end of this, I should think.”
“Maybe, or maybe one of them will be dead.”
“Either way, good for TV ratings.” Piers slid in next to me in the cockpit. “Oof! This is a tight fit.”
“No cracks about my weight, thank you.”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
He reached up and pulled down the cockpit cover, locking it into place. Then he handed me a headset. I quickly put it on, muffling the sounds coming from outside. We were pressed against each other tightly, and the jet engine roared to life. The whole cockpit vibrated with the noise, and even with the headset on I could feel the thrum of the engine in my chest. He flipped a switch on my ear and I heard the crackle of static.
“Hello, hello.” It was strange to hear his accented voice coming in through the headset. “Testing, testing. Can you read me, Llama Inglebert Salmon Alpha? Over.”
“Copy that,” I said, my pulse pounding. The jet started to pull forward on the tarmac. “Is it too late to tell you I think I’m scared of flying?”
“Delta Six One Niner to tower,” the flight instructor’s voice came in over the headset, cutting us off. “We’re ready for takeoff.”
“Tower to Delta Six One Nine, you are cleared for takeoff.”
The engines jumped up a notch, the roaring sound increasing in pitch. We began to trundle forward, faster and faster. The vibrations inside the cockpit shuddered me as we started to gain speed. I swallowed hard as the acceleration pushed me back in my seat.
“This is the fun part,” P
iers said. “Well, besides the loops.”
“We’re not seriously doing loops, are we?”
He didn’t respond, and I looked over to see him grinning. The ground behind him was rushing by at an incredible speed, and the roar was deafening, even with the headset on.
“Piers? Piers, tell me we’re not doing loops!”
The jet pulled up, lifting away from the ground. My stomach dipped as my whole body was pressed down into the seat and the cockpit window filled with sky.
“Piers!”
The plane dipped, lifting my stomach into my throat. I closed my eyes and tried not to puke. Then I felt Piers slipping his hand under mine. He squeezed my fingers gently.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “This is going to be fun.”
“I hate fun!” I screamed, as the plane turned sharply and jammed my body against Piers. “I am so anti-fun right now!”
And while I hated to admit it, holding his hand made me feel a little better. By the time we settled at a high altitude, I was able to open my eyes and look around. We whipped through clouds like they were nothing. And I could see the other jets flying just below us.
“Wow,” I whispered, pressing my face to the window.
“Alright, people,” the flight instructor said. “It’s time for the dogfight. You see those jets under us?”
“Yep,” I said.
“You see those jets above us?”
Above us? I hadn’t even thought about that. I looked up and saw that there were two other planes flying above us and to the side.
“Look at the wings. Red and blue. We’re on the red team. That means: who are we trying to shoot?”
“Blue!” Piers and I replied at the same time.
“You got it. Shoot the blue, don’t shoot red. You get a point for hitting blue, minus a point for hitting red.”
“How do we shoot?” I asked.
“See the controls in front of you? One of them is labeled Laser Fire. That’s the one.”
I grabbed the joystick and pressed the button on top. As we went through a cloud, I could see the laser in front of us. On the cockpit controls, a screen showed me the direction the laser guns were pointed.
“You can both shoot if you want to, and I can pilot, or one of you can pilot if you’re interested in flying.”