Kendall Vs. Twins

So that's three pairs of eyes taking me in. Because between the two men, sits a busty blond, her tits repressed in the zip-up suit only heightening their voluptuous contour. And she too is blazing into me with a look that's entirely different from the two men.

6

Hunter

I can't take my eyes off Kendall, not even if I wanted to. She looks so beautiful sitting bravely at the table, although I can tell she's nervous about the next round of training. For a moment I regret engineering this opportunity to get close to her. I'd never want her to be uncomfortable. But then, I recall that everyone that gets through the terror of Sarge's training and makes a jump, comes out exhilarated. And I'm hoping that won't be the only ecstasy Kendall enjoys this weekend.

I can't miss how her eyes find their way back to us, over here and I wish I could call her over to join us. Let her squeeze in between me and Rhino, in the spot Justine is currently occupying like always.

“That was the best yet,” she simpers at Rhino, while also giving me the side-eye.

With her it's hard to know whether it's the physical proximity to us she wants, or the reflected glory. Being the only woman on the team, she's ambitious and hungry for attention. So I tend to lean toward the idea that she wants to get ahead. But I also know she and Rhino hooked up a week or so ago. She's been pushing herself up for that, with both or either of us, since she joined the squad.

Personally I wasn't up for it. Pushy women are a turn off. Don't get me wrong, I love an independent woman that knows what she wants and isn't shy about going after it. These girls that need to be pushed around by some dude to feel like a lite girl don't do it for me either. I already know I'm an alpha and I need a woman that stimulates me with her feist and knows how to balance that with her femininity. If that makes sense.

“Yeah, Babe. It only gets better every time.”

I wish Rhino wouldn't make provocative remarks that only encourage her into pushing harder. He already told me that it was a one-time deal with Justine. Like it is for most women with Rhino. He gets bored faster than anyone I know. Not that I stick around much longer and neither of us leads a woman into expecting anything more than we're prepared to give.

We aren't douchebags that way, because we don't need to be. Most girls are happy with a taste of us and willing to take what they can get. Thanks for the wild ride experience. Just like the girls that come out here to the shore for a weekend of thrills. It's an added bonus having a professional skydiver in your bed on a Saturday night.

I told Rhino not to shit in his own backyard.

“I never do,” he told me.

But he had one too many whiskeys so that his buzz turned into a brushfire that couldn't be slaked until he was buried balls deep in that tease. And now we're stuck with her inserting herself between us every dive and acting like the three of us are inseparable.

He makes some joke that sets our crew laughing. We're all buzzed from this last practice run and it's going to be a great stunt for the display tomorrow. My eyes go back to Kendall and I wonder why I don't just go over there and introduce myself like any normal dude that likes a girl.

Yeah, stop being lame and sitting apart like you're one of the elite squad.

I get up and head to the snack table on the pretext of getting coffee which is the last thing I need. Rhino does this gig for a living and he does very well, working on film sets and promos and shit. I work in the billionaire's office during the week and skydive with Rhino and the crew as a weekend warrior. That way we get to share both houses – the apartment in the city and the weekend place at the shore. Best of both.

As I upend the coffee urn and pour the dregs into the cup, I overhear Sarge politely balling out my girl.

“You need to practice the landing until it's second nature,” he tells her. “No one's gonna be breaking any bones on my watch.”

“I will. I'll try to make it happen this afternoon,” she says, bravely standing up to Sarge who can be more than a little overbearing at times.

He treats this airfield of his like it's an army base instead of an amusement for bored New Yorkers.

“It's just really jarring on the body, crashing into the ground over and over.”

Shit. That's one body I don't want damaged in any way.

It's on me if Kendall isn't feeling the excitement. I thought she'd have a blast and it would open her up to – whatever. I'd get close to her and see what I could make happen. Looks like all I'm doing is making her suffer.

“Sarge, why not let the lady go tandem her first time?” I ask him. “I'd happily take her.”

“Alright, Mate. You go to it.” Sarge gives me a grin that says it all.

“Tandem? What's that?” Kendall asks.

She gives a little frown like she's trying to remember where she knows me from. Then decides she doesn't. Her eyes take me in, all of me, in a way that gets my cock unfurling. Shit, not in this fucking jumpsuit. A bulging cock is completely obvious in the skintight material. I do not want her to know how much this beast hungers to dive inside her sweetness.

“It means you strap yourself to me and let me control everything,” I tell her, moving slowly closer and she stares at me wide eyed.

“You want me bound to you while we hurtle through the air at 200 miles an hour? Why would I trust you with my body like that?”