Adults Only Volume 2 Page 2

  So that’s what that had been all about. Business with pleasure. I hoped that meant that he wanted to pleasure me. I didn’t know but it was almost too much for me to take. I was about to tell him to leave when Ben sighed loudly on the phone.

  “What is it?” I asked him.

  “Go on,” Ben said, sounding impatient. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

  I stared Aiden dead in the eye and said, “I want you to eat me out.”

  “I want to do that, too,” Ben said. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time now. I’m going to do it now. Get out of your panties.”

  “I’m out,” I said and continued to stare at Aiden.

  “I am going to lick you from the top to the bottom,” Ben said.

  “Mmmm,” I moaned, thinking about Aiden doing that very thing. What was he going to do?

  I didn’t have to wait long. Aiden came over, bent down and grabbed my legs, pulling me to him. I didn’t say a word and I didn’t object. He pushed my skirt up and opened my legs wide.

  “Are you there?” Ben asked.

  “I am,” I said and didn’t know what to do. “Talk to me.”

  “I just want to fuck,” he said.

  Just then, Aiden moved my panties to the side and took a big, long lick over my pussy. I shuddered with ecstasy. The situation was so hot and dirty, I was almost beside myself. He buried his face between my legs, breathing me in and started to work on me.

  “I want to fuck you so bad,” Ben said.

  “I want you to fuck me, too,” I replied, thinking about him fucking me as Aiden licked my pussy. It was an odd threesome. If he’d been in the room, I was more than sure we could have pulled it off.

  “I want you to come,” Ben said.

  “Come?” I asked and felt that first hint of orgasm as Aiden’s mouth clamped down on my clit. “Come now?”

  “Yes,” he said. “I want you to come. Put your hand in your panties and play with yourself.”

  I didn’t have to. Aiden was covering all areas with his mouth. He stopped for a moment and tugged at my panties. I helped him pull them off and then he pushed my skirt up even further over my hips. I was naked from the waist down and now he could really get to work. And he did. He began to use his mouth and tongue and fingers to explore and touch me. He sucked at me, at my pussy, ate at me, pausing every so often to stick a finger or two in.

  I began to breathe heavily and my heart raced. And I was coming. Maybe it was just the intensity of the situation, or our slight dislike for one another, but it was too much to bear. I grabbed onto his head and held on tight, grinding my pussy into his face and coming so hard I almost dropped the phone. As the orgasm erupted from me, I let out a long moan that I was sure rung in his ears.

  “Oh, baby,” Ben said. “Did you really come?”

  Aiden came up from between my legs and began to unbutton my top. I looked him in the eye and said to Ben, “I did.”

  “Wow,” he said. “That’s so cool. When are you going to be home?”

  “Hang up,” Aiden demanded.

  “Who’s that?” Ben asked.

  “No one,” I said hurriedly. “The radio.”

  “Hang,” Aiden said. “Up.”

  “I have to go, honey,” I told Ben. “I want to drop by the shoe store and see if they have anything new.”

  “Hang up the phone, Morgan,” Aiden said.

  I put my hand over the phone and whispered, “What if I don’t want to?”

  “I think you do,” he said.

  He was right. I did. “Ben,” I said into the phone. “I have to go now.”

  “Oh,” Ben said. “So, I’ll see you later?”

  “You will,” I said.

  Aiden took the phone out of my hand and turned it off. I didn’t say a word as he rose up between my legs, his face getting closer and closer to mine. I bent down to his lips, grabbing him by the shoulders to get him closer. And we kissed. It was a hard, lust-filled kiss. It was like we were starved and the only thing that would sate us was this kiss. We ate at each other’s mouths, slipping in tongues and sucking at lips. He tasted divine, with me still on his mouth. I wanted more. All the years of mutual animosity and sexual tension had to be realized. And, I have to admit, it did add to the hotness of the situation.

  His hands were all over my body, groping at me, bringing me under his power. I conceded because this felt so good. I hadn’t realized how turned on I was by him but now I did. He was someone I wanted and I’d probably wanted him for a while, if only I’d allowed myself to make that first move. But I couldn’t. I was taken. Besides, he was the man and he was supposed to make the first move. And he was sure as hell making it now. This was his best move ever.

  My shirt was unbuttoned and open. My breasts were heaving in my bra, wanting his mouth on them. He kissed his way down the nape of my neck, sliding his tongue ever so slightly, giving me shivers of delight, before licking his way down my bare chest and to my breasts. His hands literally ripped my bra apart and them he ate hungrily at my tits, sucking the nipples into his mouth and giving them a little bite as he did so.

  I threw my head back in ecstasy, moaning loud and hard. This was the best ever. I’d never felt this way with anyone else, not even my boyfriend. I ran my hands into his hair, pulling it slightly, wanting him to fuck me.

  He stopped for a moment and looked up at me.

  “Stand up,” I said.

  He stood up and I moved closer to him and ripped open his white, starched shirt. Buttons flew everywhere. And then I saw his Adonis-like chest and stomach. He had a six-pack to die for. His arms were muscular and strong. He was tanned and lean and oh, so fucking sexy. I loved men, always had, and I loved nothing more than a shirtless man with big guns and a strong stomach standing in front of me, allowing me to lust after them. And Aiden had one of the best bodies I’d ever seen. Too bad he’d been hiding it from me all these years.

  I was so mesmerized by his hot body, I almost forgot we were enemies. And to think, a few hours ago, we were seething at each other from across a conference table. But that was okay. Right now was what mattered, this man, this manly, gorgeous man, in front of me, his dick so hard with want for me it made a thick outline in his pants.

  I laid my hand on top of his dick, loving the size it was, feeling how hard it was. I unzipped his pants and pulled them down a little, then focused on it. Wow. Good for me. It was large, easily enough to satisfy any woman, but I was the woman it was going to please right now. I leaned over and took it in both hands, gave it a few hard strokes, then went down on him.

  He moaned a little as I sucked his hard cock, as I went up and down on him, as I loved the feeling of having him in my mouth like this. I reached in and grabbed his balls, squeezing them lightly as I sucked but before I could get too into it and give him a little of what he’d given me, he pulled me up out of the chair and kissed me. I threw my arms around his neck as we kissed, pulling each other in as close as we could get.

  But then he pulled back, turned me around and opened my legs wide. Without a word, he was fucking me, pushing his hard cock into my so, so wet pussy. It filled me up quite nicely.

  “Ahh,” I moaned as he power-drove into me. It was almost too much but it was so fucking good I wouldn’t have stopped for a second.

  He reached around and grabbed my breast as he fucked me from behind. I pressed up close to him and he kissed my neck. I grabbed his hand and rode it as he took me like this, from behind. I was about to come when he stopped pumping for a second, pulled out and turned me around. He pushed me up onto my desk. I opened my legs wide and he stuck it in.

  “Mmmm,” I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck, licking at it as he fucked me. “Harder, baby, harder.”

  He gave it to me harder. But it didn’t take long for us both to start coming and we came, squeezing each other tightly as the lust just poured from us.

  And then it was over.

  We didn’t move for a minute or two, then we came down f
rom fuck-land and stared at each other. What to say? What to do? I didn’t have a clue, really, as I’d never done anything quite like this.

  He gave me one last, long kiss, pulled away and got dressed. I watched him from atop my desk, then smiled when he was finished dressing and had his briefcase in hand.

  “See you on Monday, Ms. House,” he said. “But next time, I win.”

  I cracked up as he closed the door behind him softly. He might have hated to lose but he loved to fuck. That much was evident. But what about me? I knew the guilt over what I’d just done would come, probably before I even left the office. But right then, I was in the throes of the afterglow and I hadn’t felt this good in years. I’d save the guilt for later. And after that, maybe Aiden and I would have a replay. It had been too good not to do it again.

  This Is Your Captain Speaking

  I’ve always had a thing for pilots. I guess that’s why I became a stewardess. Or, to be politically correct, a flight attendant.

  Just the thought of a pilot is enough to make me pant. They were usually so tall, so clean looking. Masculine. Oh, and those uniforms? Ummm… And above all else, good brains. Smarts. They’re just so intelligent.

  I love their confidence, too. And their fortitude. I love how they take this gigantic piece of machinery by the scruff of the neck and force it to their will. The planes literally submit to them. And the pilots do it with style. They do it like it was no big deal to lift this big-assed piece of tin up and off the ground and fly it through the air like a little bird.

  It was such a turn-on. Some women like cops, some like military men, others like bad boys. I loved pilots.

  I was working for a private jetliner called Miles. Not only did the name indicate the distance the planes flew, but it was also the last name of the man who owned it, Miles. It was the best company I’d ever worked for. We stewardesses, or, again, as some call us, flight attendants, dressed in cute little blue captain’s dresses which hit right at mid-thigh. Not too short but certainly not too long. Just enough to show some leg without looking slutty. We looked hot. And we were.

  We catered to an exclusive clientele, the multi-millionaires and their wives and/or mistresses. The heiresses. The hustlers of the movie industry, the elite actresses, and some royalty. We flew everyone first class all over the world. And we looked good doing it.

  Today we were right above the Bahamas, a destination flight. Our passengers were a rowdy group of hot-shot soccer players. They’d run all four of us stewardesses ragged. I was ready to land and ready to get them off the plane and on their way. Besides that, I had plans for later on.

  Then, as if on cue, his voice came over the speaker, “This is your captain speaking…”

  I smiled and involuntary shivers of delight went up and down my body as he began to speak.

  “Looks like we’re just a few minutes away from landing and the weather is a warm and nice eighty degrees in Nassau,” he said. “Thank you for an excellent flight and we hope you will travel again with Miles.”

  I bit my bottom lip, thinking about him, about his dark hair and dark eyes, those strong masculine lips he pressed against my softer ones. I thought about his hot body, those broad shoulders… Ummm… The way he told me how gorgeous he thought I was, how he loved it when I wore my dark hair down and how nicely it contrasted with my blue eyes. About how my body was perfect to him, about how much he wanted me. Thinking about him was enough to make me go wet.

  Andi, my sexy co-flight attendant rolled her eyes at me and bumped me a little with her hip.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “You look so… I dunno… In love.”

  I almost gasped. I wasn’t in love. I was in lust. “Give me a break,” I said and hoped she’d drop it.

  She grinned at me just as the other two stewardesses came into the drink area. “God, I will be so glad to be off this plane,” Melissa said.

  “Me too,” I replied. “Well, I’ll be glad to get off.”

  Everyone erupted into giggles.

  “Tell me,” Brandi said and touched my arm. “How is he? You know? In bed?”

  “I never kiss and tell,” I said and winked at her.

  “The best,” she said and nodded knowingly. “I heard he was the best.”

  I stood a little taller and said, “What do you mean?”

  “Oh, he’s been around a little, honey,” she told me.

  Well, of course he had. He’d been a pilot for a few years and… Wait a minute, why was I feeling jealousy? My main reason for flying was to hook up with as many pilots as possible and while I was selective, I was never possessive. But for some reason I felt jealous. I felt territorial, like he was my man and what was she doing talking about him? It was enough to give me a headache.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking,” he came over the intercom again. “It is time for our lovely flight attendants to buckle up for safety. Please put all seats in the upright position, secure your seat belts and let’s get ready to land!” A pause, then, “Jules, you are needed in the cockpit.”

  My coworkers stared at me. I stared back.

  “Just go,” Melissa said and jerked her head. “And don’t listen to Brandi. She’s an idiot.”

  “I am sitting right here,” she said. “I’m not an idiot.” She turned to me. “Girl, we all know what skirt chasers these men can be. Accept it as such and don’t fall for one. They’ll never change.”

  She was probably right. I didn’t like the fact that she was probably right but I had to accept it. “It’s not about that,” I told her. “He’s giving me flight lessons.”

  “Sure, honey,” she said and buckled up.

  Whatever, I thought and hurried into the cockpit and shut the door. The pilot, Warren, was flying the plane like a pro. I could see the beautiful blue ocean water below us. It was such a magnificent scene I didn’t even mind when he told me to sit down and buckle up. His co-pilot just nodded at me as I took the seat just behind the captain’s chair.

  I felt some sudden excitement. We were now over land and soon we would be landing. We were going to land! We were going to land! It always made me feel special to be part of that, the landing.

  And then, he brought the plane down, didn’t even bounce once, and rolled it in for a smooth landing. I smiled. That was my favorite part of the flight. Once the plane stopped, the captain picked up the mike again and thanked everyone for being such good passengers.

  He turned around in his chair to me and said, “Did you learn anything?”

  I nodded. “I did, Warren.”

  “A safe landing is the best landing,” he said. “Keep it smooth.”

  “We need to get out there,” the co-pilot said and unbuckled then got up and exited the cockpit.

  I turned to him. “He’s right.”

  “We will,” he said and leaned over, planting his lips right on top of mine, then whispering in my ear, “I’ve been hard for you all flight.”

  “Okay,” I said and gave him a little push. “We need say goodbye to everyone and get them off the plane.”

  Without another word, I got up and hurried back into the plane, followed by Warren. We stood in a line and shook hands and told everyone goodbye and to, please, fly with us again. The soccer players laughed and joked on their way out. The other flight attendants waved at them and once everyone was gone, breathed a sigh of relief and began to gather their carry-ons. I started for mine but Warren was giving me a look.

  “Do you want to go over a few things before we leave?” he asked.

  I could feel the other girls giving me looks but, you know, I did want to go over a few things. So, I nodded and followed him back into the cockpit where he sat in his seat, then motioned me over in front of him. I stood in front of him, leaning over the instrument panel and listened as he gave me a short lesson on some of the instruments.

  “This is how you check the engines,” he said as one hand went up my bare thigh. “But we’re not worried about that jus
t yet. You’re not ready for mechanics.” He pointed with his other hand. “This is your airspeed indicator. It’s obvious what that does. It displays the speed in knots. You’ll have to learn about that, as well.”

  I moaned as his hand slid between my thighs and up until it was under my short dress and then resting between my legs, flat on my panties. I looked out the window to see several mechanics coming towards the plane to check it and get it ready for its next flight, which was to take place later in the afternoon. I wasn’t on that flight, thank goodness. I had a layover. Even so, we didn’t have much time.

  “We don’t want to go over our limit, you see,” Warren said and began to rub me gently. “That’s not safe.”

  I spread my legs open wide and thrust my ass out at him a little, indicating that he should just shut up and get to it. I was hot as hell for him and I wanted it; I wanted him to do me over the instrument panel.

  He got the point and pulled my ass towards him, burying his face between my legs and breathing in my scent. I moaned with passion as he ate at me, then pulled my panties down so he could make contact with his lips on my swollen flesh down there.

  “You’re wet,” he said. “You’re so wet for me.”

  “I heard that’s what you say to all the girls,” I said and loved his hands touching me like that.

  “Where did you hear that?” he said and stood up, pressing his body into mine so I could feel his hard cock.

  “You know where,” I said and felt my naked flesh against his pants. I wanted his dick out and in me, fucking me.

  A hand reached around and slid into my dress, going beneath my bra and grabbing at my breast. I threw my head back and moaned and his lips came down on my neck, kissing me, sucking at me there. I loved that feeling.

  “That was then,” he said. “Before I met you.”

  My eyes fluttered open. Was he telling the truth? I turned a little to stare at him, considering his sincerity. “Are you serious?”

  “I am,” he said and pressed his lips to mine, forcing my mouth open to receive his tongue before he pulled back and breathed, “Baby, you taste so good.”