I shook my head to clear the thoughts from my mind. “Let’s get out of here.”
She smiled and came back to my side. She snaked a hand around my waist and up my back. I sucked in a breath as her fingernails pierced into my skin through my shirt and sparks danced over my skin. I hadn’t checked in the mirror, but I was fairly certain I still bore the scratches from the night before.
The way Talia smiled up at me, her eyes dark and filled with lust, let me know she had the same suspicion.
Her lips were begging to be kissed, but the sound of a metal door clanging against the hangar, jarred me, and I jumped away from her. One of the museum employees entered, retrieved a box from the wall that served as overflow storage space for things like brochures and business cards, and left again, without so much as a nod in our direction.
I wanted Talia, but I wanted her alone—without interruption.
Especially from her married boyfriend.
Usually, I asked my client which plane they would like to take, but with Talia, I knew it didn’t matter. Neither of us was going to be thinking about the thrill of the ride, or the beauty of the ocean views below.
I picked the Cessna 185 that had two side by side seats in the cockpit, and an autopilot feature that would allow us a little more…freedom.
I blazed through the pre-check routine, and within minutes, we were in the plane and making the way to the runway.
“I always hate this part,” Talia said as I pushed on the throttle, preparing to take off. She reached over and gripped my thigh, her nails threatening to leave more scratches on my skin. Although, this time they were from fear, not ecstasy.
“Almost there,” I said, smiling over at her. “Trust me.”
She made it through take-off and I climbed up into the sky as quickly as I dared. I was eager to get my hands back on her but wanted to make sure everything was smooth and that we wouldn’t be interrupted by a malfunction alarm halfway through.
Once we were stabilized in the air, things moved quickly.
I set the controls as fast as I could, a task made much harder to focus on as Talia’s fingers crawled up my thigh. “Fuck, what are you trying to do?” I gasped when her fingers stroked down the shaft of my hard cock through my jeans. She didn’t answer, but within seconds, she had my zipper loosened and was working, one-handed, on the button.
“That’s better,” she purred when the button gave way and she got her hand inside the front pocket of my boxer briefs.
I hissed and hit the buttons quicker, eager to get the plane into autopilot takeover mode.
Talia worked my cock like a pro, her fingers giving the perfect amount of pressure and speed. I was dying for her lips to get around me, as they had the night before. I’d received plenty of in-flight blowjobs, but Talia’s would be the sexiest by far.
With a sparkle of mischief in her eyes, she released my cock from my pants and leaned over. I was trembling before her lips even touched the tip.
“Holy shit, Talia!” I gasped, weaving a hand through her thick, dark hair. I moved her head up and down, letting her twirl and flick her tongue along the sensitive skin.
She dragged out the mix of pleasure and torture to perfection, only letting me release when I was on the verge of begging for it. My cock was so tight and ready, that I shot my load with a vibrating moan of sheer relief. Talia lapped up every bit, licking her lips as she sat back in her seat.
While I was still gasping and heaving for air, she lifted the hem of her dress up, wiggling in her seat to reveal herself to me.
“You are one naughty girl, aren’t you?” I growled.
She wasn’t wearing panties.
Her bare, slick pussy was ready and waiting for me.
She bit her lip and looked up at me as she spread her legs as wide as she could within the confines of the co-pilot seat. I didn’t need more of an invitation. With a quick glance at the controls to make sure everything was on track, I reached over and stroked up the inside of her silky thighs, teasing my way up. She shivered and bit her lip harder with each inch that I gained. I wanted to bury myself inside her, and my cock twitched back to life at the idea.
“Aaron,” she breathed, her voice low and husky when my fingers finally reached her slit. I ran my finger down the center and groaned at how hot and ready she felt.
“Fuck, Talia, you’re so fuckin’ wet,” I pulled my finger away, leaving her whimpering, and sucked the sweet juice from my fingertips. “God, I want to taste you again.”