Turbulence
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Slick with sweat and panting heavily, the two of us looked at each other, remaining entwined.
This is definitely going to be a problem...
After several minutes, he slowly pulled out of me and helped me off the banister, setting me on the floor. Then he turned away and began fixing his clothes, softly telling me to do the same.
I was snapping the second hook of my bra when a male voice from high above us called out.
“Hello? My son heard a scream!” He shouted. “Is everything okay down there? Hello?”
Jake gave me a pointed look.
“Everything is fine.” I called out. “I came to check, too! Nothing is here!”
“Alright then. Thanks!”
I finished smoothing my dress, not bothering to fix my sweat-drenched hair.
“I need your phone number,” Jake said, taking out his cell phone. “And your email address, if you actually use it.”
“I thought you said there wouldn’t be any late night phone calls.”
“There won’t be. This is so you can tell me your lines whenever you get them. I don’t think it’s fair for us to wait until we’re both in New York to have sex, so we’ll need to meet in layover cities whenever our schedules intersect. We’ll find places to meet up from there.”
I quickly recited my phone number and he saved it. Then he took my phone from my blazer pocket and typed his number in.
“This arrangement ends the moment either of us wants it to, correct?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“For any reason?”
“Any reasonable reason.” He stepped back and grabbed the door handle. “And just so we’re perfectly clear, Gillian...” The way he said my name made me wet all over again. “When I commit to something, even something as ridiculously preposterous as this, I expect the other person to do the same.”
“I said I would. Or did you somehow miss the part where I agreed?”
“No” he said. “You agreed to the terms, but I’m going to re-iterate them in more serious and final words for you. Until this ends, my cock is the only cock you’re allowed to have, your mouth belongs to me, and if you’re ever wet and in need of pleasure, you’ll wait until I’m available to give it to you.”
GATE B12
JAKE
London (HTW)—> Charlotte (CLT)—> Phoenix (PHX) This is definitely going to be a problem...
“Keep your hands on the bed.” I pulled Gillian’s hair back hours after we’d fucked in the stairwell. “Keep your ass up like that for me.”
I tried to hold her taut as I slid inside of her, but she didn’t listen. She released her hands from the mattress—slipping off my cock and falling forward, screaming and shaking as an orgasm ripped through her small frame.
Grunting as I came right after her, I gripped her hips to prevent her from falling to the floor. When I was sure she wasn’t going to roll off the bed, I flipped her over and let her back hit the sheets—watching her as she continued trying to catch her breath.
I took off the fourth condom of the night and tossed it into the trash, hoping like hell that this back to back sex was simply a symptom of withdrawal. That the only reason I’d sent her a “What’s your room number?” text hours ago was because I was trying to make up for four weeks of sexless nights.
As she continued to lay on the bed bare-ass naked with her eyes shut, I stared at her and trailed my fingers against her plump lips.
Blushing, she suddenly sat up and pulled the sheets over herself. “I thought you’d left.”
“I’m about to.” I pulled a shirt over my head and double checked my pocket for the room key.
Grabbing my phone off the the TV stand, I checked the time. Four o’clock.
We fucked for four hours?
“What’s your line for the rest of this month?” I asked.
“I’m not sure. You think I know that by heart?”
“I know mine by heart.”
She furrowed her brow, but she didn’t argue further. Still holding the sheets around herself, she leaned over and grabbed her phone. She tapped the screen a few times and my phone vibrated seconds later with a series of text messages.
Gillian: HNL-JFK. JFK-MIA. MIA-PHX. PHX-ATL. ATL-SFO. SFO-LGA.
Gillian: [image]
Gillian: [image]
I looked at the dates attached to each trip and noticed we’d both be in New York City for the last four days of next month, but I didn’t mention it. This needed to be pure and simple sex with a dash of her required “cordial” conversations and that was it.
“I’ll see you in Phoenix on the fifteenth,” I said. “I’ll let you know where to meet me in the airport.
“That’s five days from now.”
“I’m aware. Is that a problem?”
“No.” She shrugged. “It’s just that...You don’t strike me as the type that’s capable of holding off from sex for that long. Actually, someone I dated once told me that’s too long for a guy to go without sex.”
“Then you need to date better people.” I rolled my eyes. “With the exception of today, I haven’t fucked anyone since that day I was with you at The Madison.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.” I watched her sheet slowly shift, exposing her hardened nipples.
“So, you’ve been thinking about me all this time, too?”
“I’ve been thinking about fucking you all this time,” I said. “I don’t and won’t know you, remember?”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” She smiled. “I didn’t mention this before, but I won’t be able to meet you anywhere the last Saturday of next month. Familial obligation.”
“That’s fine. I’ll never be able to meet you on the third weekend of any month. Personal reasons.”
“Would you like to talk about it? I can make coffee.”
I blinked.
She really is the ‘after a boyfriend’ type...
“Is that a yes to the coffee?” she asked, standing up from the bed—sweat from our sex still glistening against her skin. “Caffeine or decaf?”
I didn’t answer. I took one last look at her and left before the sight of her body would make me want to have her all over again.
I took the elevator to my room, took a cold shower, and lay back on my bed. Unable to sleep, I checked my email—seeing a new email from Elite at the top of my inbox.
Subject: Annual Elite Airways Gala. Last Chance to RSVP.
Mr. Weston,
We know you’ve received variations of this message multiple times this month, but we felt the need to send it again.
Attached you will find a formal invitation to our airline’s annual gala. This year, we’re unveiling a new design and celebrating our latest milestone. We’ll also be honoring the lives lost on the only tragedy at our airline, the victims of Flight 1872. Whether you’re able to attend this year’s event or not, we’d appreciate your response.
Employee Affairs Department
Elite Air
I started at the phrase regarding Flight 1872, shocked and surprised that the truth could finally come to the light. I thought that maybe, just maybe, it would be the first step to not hating this criminal airline, and maybe another step toward sleeping well for more than a few nights at a time.
This is definitely going to be a problem...
After several minutes, he slowly pulled out of me and helped me off the banister, setting me on the floor. Then he turned away and began fixing his clothes, softly telling me to do the same.
I was snapping the second hook of my bra when a male voice from high above us called out.
“Hello? My son heard a scream!” He shouted. “Is everything okay down there? Hello?”
Jake gave me a pointed look.
“Everything is fine.” I called out. “I came to check, too! Nothing is here!”
“Alright then. Thanks!”
I finished smoothing my dress, not bothering to fix my sweat-drenched hair.
“I need your phone number,” Jake said, taking out his cell phone. “And your email address, if you actually use it.”
“I thought you said there wouldn’t be any late night phone calls.”
“There won’t be. This is so you can tell me your lines whenever you get them. I don’t think it’s fair for us to wait until we’re both in New York to have sex, so we’ll need to meet in layover cities whenever our schedules intersect. We’ll find places to meet up from there.”
I quickly recited my phone number and he saved it. Then he took my phone from my blazer pocket and typed his number in.
“This arrangement ends the moment either of us wants it to, correct?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“For any reason?”
“Any reasonable reason.” He stepped back and grabbed the door handle. “And just so we’re perfectly clear, Gillian...” The way he said my name made me wet all over again. “When I commit to something, even something as ridiculously preposterous as this, I expect the other person to do the same.”
“I said I would. Or did you somehow miss the part where I agreed?”
“No” he said. “You agreed to the terms, but I’m going to re-iterate them in more serious and final words for you. Until this ends, my cock is the only cock you’re allowed to have, your mouth belongs to me, and if you’re ever wet and in need of pleasure, you’ll wait until I’m available to give it to you.”
GATE B12
JAKE
London (HTW)—> Charlotte (CLT)—> Phoenix (PHX) This is definitely going to be a problem...
“Keep your hands on the bed.” I pulled Gillian’s hair back hours after we’d fucked in the stairwell. “Keep your ass up like that for me.”
I tried to hold her taut as I slid inside of her, but she didn’t listen. She released her hands from the mattress—slipping off my cock and falling forward, screaming and shaking as an orgasm ripped through her small frame.
Grunting as I came right after her, I gripped her hips to prevent her from falling to the floor. When I was sure she wasn’t going to roll off the bed, I flipped her over and let her back hit the sheets—watching her as she continued trying to catch her breath.
I took off the fourth condom of the night and tossed it into the trash, hoping like hell that this back to back sex was simply a symptom of withdrawal. That the only reason I’d sent her a “What’s your room number?” text hours ago was because I was trying to make up for four weeks of sexless nights.
As she continued to lay on the bed bare-ass naked with her eyes shut, I stared at her and trailed my fingers against her plump lips.
Blushing, she suddenly sat up and pulled the sheets over herself. “I thought you’d left.”
“I’m about to.” I pulled a shirt over my head and double checked my pocket for the room key.
Grabbing my phone off the the TV stand, I checked the time. Four o’clock.
We fucked for four hours?
“What’s your line for the rest of this month?” I asked.
“I’m not sure. You think I know that by heart?”
“I know mine by heart.”
She furrowed her brow, but she didn’t argue further. Still holding the sheets around herself, she leaned over and grabbed her phone. She tapped the screen a few times and my phone vibrated seconds later with a series of text messages.
Gillian: HNL-JFK. JFK-MIA. MIA-PHX. PHX-ATL. ATL-SFO. SFO-LGA.
Gillian: [image]
Gillian: [image]
I looked at the dates attached to each trip and noticed we’d both be in New York City for the last four days of next month, but I didn’t mention it. This needed to be pure and simple sex with a dash of her required “cordial” conversations and that was it.
“I’ll see you in Phoenix on the fifteenth,” I said. “I’ll let you know where to meet me in the airport.
“That’s five days from now.”
“I’m aware. Is that a problem?”
“No.” She shrugged. “It’s just that...You don’t strike me as the type that’s capable of holding off from sex for that long. Actually, someone I dated once told me that’s too long for a guy to go without sex.”
“Then you need to date better people.” I rolled my eyes. “With the exception of today, I haven’t fucked anyone since that day I was with you at The Madison.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.” I watched her sheet slowly shift, exposing her hardened nipples.
“So, you’ve been thinking about me all this time, too?”
“I’ve been thinking about fucking you all this time,” I said. “I don’t and won’t know you, remember?”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” She smiled. “I didn’t mention this before, but I won’t be able to meet you anywhere the last Saturday of next month. Familial obligation.”
“That’s fine. I’ll never be able to meet you on the third weekend of any month. Personal reasons.”
“Would you like to talk about it? I can make coffee.”
I blinked.
She really is the ‘after a boyfriend’ type...
“Is that a yes to the coffee?” she asked, standing up from the bed—sweat from our sex still glistening against her skin. “Caffeine or decaf?”
I didn’t answer. I took one last look at her and left before the sight of her body would make me want to have her all over again.
I took the elevator to my room, took a cold shower, and lay back on my bed. Unable to sleep, I checked my email—seeing a new email from Elite at the top of my inbox.
Subject: Annual Elite Airways Gala. Last Chance to RSVP.
Mr. Weston,
We know you’ve received variations of this message multiple times this month, but we felt the need to send it again.
Attached you will find a formal invitation to our airline’s annual gala. This year, we’re unveiling a new design and celebrating our latest milestone. We’ll also be honoring the lives lost on the only tragedy at our airline, the victims of Flight 1872. Whether you’re able to attend this year’s event or not, we’d appreciate your response.
Employee Affairs Department
Elite Air
I started at the phrase regarding Flight 1872, shocked and surprised that the truth could finally come to the light. I thought that maybe, just maybe, it would be the first step to not hating this criminal airline, and maybe another step toward sleeping well for more than a few nights at a time.
