Chapter 16
EVERLEE – DON’T TRY TO DISCONNECT A VIDEO CHAT WHEN YOU’RE TWO DICKS DEEP
We’re at a private hangar at the airport thirty minutes later, and tucked inside is a small jet. Well, not small, but smaller than the planes I’m used to.
The door opens, and the steps flip down, and standing at the top is a man dressed in a gray suit.
Brady.
He sees me and smiles. “Ms. Everlee. This is an unexpected surprise,” he says when I get to the top of the stairs.
“Hello Brady. I would have to agree with you.” I chuckle.
Brady is a multifaceted man, with a captivating aura of mystery surrounding him.
He knows how to wear a suit, is as muscular as all the boys, and has a military-esque presence about him.
Perhaps he served with Jax in the SEALs?
It would make sense, but why act as chauffeur to them and now, apparently, a pilot?
As I walk down the spacious, dark hardwood aisle, the lacquered surface gently reflects the lights above.
On the left are two sets of cream colored, leather seats facing one another with a table in the middle, and on the right is a long couch and further down the aisle, behind it, is another set of individual seats.
Six seats.
And a couch.
Settling into one of the chairs by the couch, I secure my seatbelt, then close my eyes and lean back, trying to focus on the supple leather beneath my fingertips.
“Everything okay?” Emmett asks, letting his hand glide over my head.
“Yes, I'm just excited to get home.” And a little nervous. I was supposed to use this weekend to decompress without the guys to figure things out, but that obviously didn’t happen.
We had planned to meet Tuesday night to talk about our future, but now I don’t know if that’s still happening.
I don’t want to dampen the weekend, but there are things we still need to discuss.
I know I don’t want to go anywhere, and I think they want the same, but what does that mean?
The sound of someone sitting down catches my attention, causing me to open my eyes.
Knox.
“Hey Ali.”
“Hey Knox.” I feel my stomach tighten.
Jesus, get a hold of yourself, Everlee.
Brady closes the door and moves to the cockpit, closing that door as well. Moments later, we pull out of the hangar, and my hands grip the armrests. I’m not usually scared of flying, so I don’t know what’s going on.
“Ali?” Knox notices, nodding towards my hands.
“Oh. Yea.” I pull my hands off the armrest and clasp them in my lap.
He eyes me cautiously.
I look out of the window and see us lining up, ready to take off. Brady chimes over the speaker and lets us know we’ll be home in about an hour and a half. I glance at my watch. A solid two hours earlier and right at dinnertime.
Dinnertime? Why am I thinking about dinnertime?
Once we’re up in the air, I look around at the guys and they are quietly sitting in their seats, looking out of the window or flipping through their phones.
The air feels… weird. Or is it me? Had I expected we were going to have a high-altitude orgy?
What are they thinking about? They’ve said they don’t want me going anywhere, but that’s when we were in our bubble away from home, and now we’re going back.
I hear Jax behind me. “Brady, turn these cameras off.”
“Yes, sir.”
A flutter tingles in my stomach as I sit up in my seat, my pulse racing.
My seatbelt unbuckles, and I turn to my side to see Jax has reached around to unclip it.
“What are you doing?” I ask breathlessly.
“I feel you pulling away. Like you’re getting nervous. Second-guessing this,” he says slowly as he stands up and walks around in front of me, pushing the table against the wall and hooking it in place. He falls to his knees, kneeling between my legs, hands clasped on my thighs.
My breath hitches in my throat. All I can do is shake my head, because his words, his movements, suck the air from my lungs.
“So you aren’t second-guessing?”
Jax’s fingers slowly, painfully, inch up my leg. “Have you ever been fucked on a plane?”
“No,” my voice peeps out.
“Would you like to?”
I bite my bottom lip, nodding.
Knox sits back in his seat watching Jax and me, and I don’t know what turns me on more.
The anticipation of what’s about to happen with Jax or the knowledge that Knox and the others are about to watch me.
If you had asked me before if I was an exhibitionist, I would have emphatically said no.
God, no. Not even. Ewww. I don’t want others watching me. But now. With them…
Fucking show me the money. You get a pussy view. You get a pussy view. You all get pussy views!!! The way their eyes watch me causes a heat to stir inside of me. It’s intoxicating. Powerful.
He lifts my dress slowly, exposing my panties.
He runs his nose up the inside of my leg, from my knee to my pussy, and takes in a deep breath. I fight the cringe that my body wants to do. That the self-conscious me would have done. Instead, I run my fingers through his hair and just hold him there for a second, taking what I can get from him.
Emmett and Callum move to the couch, the bulges in their pants giving away their excitement.
My breasts swell, pressing hard against the fabric of my bra, at the same time my stomach twists into knots.
“I love the smell of your pussy.”
“Thanks?” I don’t know what to say. I laugh awkwardly. Seriously, what the heck is wrong with me?
He hooks his fingers into the top of my panties and pulls them down slowly, tossing them to the ground. He reaches around the back of me and pulls my hips closer to the edge of the seat and lets out a low hum as he gently kisses the inside of my knee.
“Take your dress off, Everlee. I want to see your breasts,” Callum commands.
I look at him, my head in a daze, and smile. “Yes, sir.”
He swallows hard, the fire blazing in his eyes. “Good girl.”
I slip my dress over my head and, with my hands clasped on the back of my bra, I look at the guys. “I want you all to take your pants off and stroke yourselves so I can watch you while you watch me fuck Jax’s face.”
“Goddamn,” Emmett moans.
Callum just continues to stare at me, uncertain of this shift in power, so I level my gaze at him.
“Now,” I whimper out, sounding a lot weaker than intended, because Jax just ran his tongue up my pussy.
My intention was to give a command, but my voice betrayed me and sounded like a desperate puppy calling out for its mother's teat.
My eyes catch Jax’s and he’s staring up at me like he knew exactly what he was doing.
“Asshole,” I tease.
“I’ll play with that later.” He winks before settling between my legs, pulsing his tongue in and out before sucking on my clit.
“Fuck,” I moan through clenched teeth, running my hands through his hair.
“Language, Everlee,” Callum says, freeing his hard cock from his pants and slowly stroking himself. That’s a beautiful fucking man, with a goddamn glorious dick, and his tattoos. So many, but so fucking hot.
My gaze flips to Emmett, who’s stroking himself with his piercing gleaming at the head of his cock. I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like in my mouth, then realize I’m biting my bottom lip.
“You taste so sweet,” Jax says, running his tongue up again.
I rip my bra off and toss it at Knox, who pumps his cock up and down, slowly. He chuckles, grabbing it off his face and sets it on the ground.
My hands explore my breasts, applying pressure and gently tweaking my nipples, as I fantasize about their hands on me while Jax continues to lick and suck.
As I'm getting closer to the edge, my moans become more frequent, echoing through the air.
I'm aware of the dangers of expressing my needs openly, as the guys take delight in teasing and prolonging my pleasure. I hate-love it, because while they’re a huge twat tease, the orgasm is always one hundred times better because of it.
This is why they say good things come to those who wait. Because damn.
“Don’t stop,” I plead, grabbing the back of his head and holding him to me.
My legs are on his shoulders, and I’m at his mercy.
My stomach is clenching, my pussy is quivering.
I tilt my head back, pushing my pussy closer to his face.
He’s not stopping and I’m too fucking happy.
He presses three fingers in, and the fullness of me stretching around him with his tongue lapping hungrily over my clit causes my body to explode.
My ass slides to the very edge of the chair, while my hands grip onto the back of his head, while I ride his face and my orgasm. A groan so deep inside comes out that I’m certain Brady is going to chime on the intercom asking if we’d hit a flock of bison or something.
A flock of bison? What the fuck, Everlee?
“Fuck Jax.” I try to push him away because it’s too much.
He’s too much. My clit is hypersensitive right now, and he’s like a wild animal starved.
He continues lapping and sucking all of my sweet juices.
I let out another moan and press my hands to his forehead, pushing him away.
“Fuck me, Jax. Now!” I need to feel his cock inside of me.
He stands up and rips his pants off and points at Emmett and Callum, who leap off the couch and to the side. They grab under the lip of the couch and pull out, and it flattens into a small bed, probably the size of a full.
Miracle Jet. That’s what this is. Although miracle jet sounds like the name of some superb lube. I chuckle at myself, proud of my little joke.
My phone rings. Yelling ‘hooker pickup the phone’, ‘hooker pickup the phone’. When did she change the ringtone on my phone? I’m going to kill her. Is this why she’s been texting most of the weekend?