There’s just something so insanely sexy about seeing the man I’m sleeping with in charge of this huge piece of machinery.
I mean, Liam looks hot when he drives a car. The sight of his hands on the steering wheel does something to me. But, looking at him now, controlling this big metal tin…is crazy hot.
And, now, all I can think about is how it feels to have his hands on me…and to have my hands on him.
I’m starting to feel really hot…and turned on.
Fuck. I want him.
My hands are literally itching to touch him.
I look away from Liam and clench my fists in and out, flexing my fingers.
Easy, tiger, you can’t have him right now.
Can I?
I look back to him. He’s biting his lower lip as he stares out the window, deep in thought. He looks beautiful.
I really need to touch him…
Ah, fuck it.
Reaching my hand over, I slide it over his thigh and to his crotch. I cup his cock through his jeans.
Surprised eyes flash to mine.
“Babe…” There’s wariness in his voice but a hint of intrigue, too.
And it’s that intrigue that has me saying, “Have you ever been blown at twenty thousand feet?” I whisper.
Holy shit, listen to me, little Miss Seductress.
Eyes on mine, he shakes his head. I know he’s not speaking because the radio microphone near his mouth is still on, and the people at the other end might hear him.
I drag my teeth over my lower lip, teasing him. “Well, you’re about to be.”
I don’t know who this chick is that’s in my driving seat right now, but she’s kind of awesome, and apparently, she gets hot while watching her man fly a plane.
Her man?
The words stutter in my brain.
But I shove it aside, ignoring it, and focus back on Liam, who is staring at me with a heat in his eyes that I’ve never seen before.
“Is it safe to take off our seat belts, or do I just work around them?”
In answer, Liam unclips his seat belt, moving it aside. I remove mine but keep it close by—you know, just in case.
I reach over and pop open the button on his jeans, and then I slide the zipper down. I pull my headset off, putting it on my seat beside me.
I reach inside his jeans and curl my fingers around him. He’s as hard as stone already. Knowing I have this effect on him gives me a crazy amount of confidence to see this through.
I squeeze his dick, and his chest jumps on a breath.
I free his cock from its confines and stare down at it.
Can a cock be beautiful? Because, if one can be, then his truly is.
I lean down and lick the tip, loving the silky feel of it on my tongue.
He reaches over, turns off a switch, and then pulls his own headset off, tossing it on top of the plane’s dashboard.
His fingers glide into my hair. He grips the strands and tilts my head to the side, so I’m staring up into his eyes. His eyes look like they’re on fire.
“Suck it hard.” The commanding rasp in his voice has my panties wet and my mouth watering for him.
Lowering my mouth back to him, I move my hand off his cock. I stick my tongue out and lick a path from root to tip. His hips jerk up, his hand tightening in my hair.
“Fuck,” he groans.
There’s pre-cum leaking from the tip. I lick it up. The salty taste of him is such a massive turn-on. It reminds me of hot, hard, sweaty sex.
Taking him back in my hand, I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. I hear a growl come from deep within him.
“Don’t fucking tease me, Taylor. Suck it now.”
I can’t help but smile at his dominance.
The alpha in him turns me on so much. My clit is begging to be touched. But she’ll have to wait because this, right now, is about him.
I lick my lips, wetting them. Then, opening my mouth, I slide his cock inside and give him what he wants.
“Taylor,” he shudders out my name.
Liam’s hand leaves my hair, gripping the yoke, like he needs to hold it for balance. Well, he does need to keep flying the plane, I guess.
As I suck him, his hips start to move up in short little jerks, in time with my mouth.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he grinds out. “So…fucking…hot.”
I lift my eyes to his face, his cock still in my mouth.
The look in his eyes…is dark and needy…and something else is there that I can’t quite decipher.
Focusing back on my task at hand, I suck him like I’m the queen of blow jobs.
“Jesus…fuck, Taylor…yeah, that’s it.” He makes a pained sound, but I know he’s far from feeling pain. “Shit, babe, you’re gonna make me come hard, and if I come, I’ll crash this fucking plane. So, you either stop what you’re doing right now, or you fly this plane, and I finish myself off with my hand.”
That has my head coming up, his cock leaving my mouth with a wet pop.
“I can’t fly this plane!” I exclaim, sounding a little shrill.
I didn’t think about what would happen when he needed to come and the problem that could present when it was going to happen.
“Then, sit back in your seat, and don’t touch me or look at me or even talk to me for the next few minutes, so I can calm the fuck down. If not, I might just say to hell with it and fuck you right now, letting this plane go down while I do.”
Surely, he’s not serious.
I look at him.
Yep, he’s serious.
I might want to die, but I don’t want to die in a plane crash. And I most definitely do not want Liam to die.
So, I do as he asked. I shut my mouth, and I look at the view out the window.