Liam #2
“Good evening. Did you sleep well?” I ask.
“Surprisingly, yes,” he replies.
“I know, once you recline these seats all the way down it’s like sleeping on air, which is kind of ironic right now considering we are in the air.”
“Where are we?” he asks.
“Somewhere above the North Carolina sea. Cruising at thirty-five thousand feet, I’d say we’re about halfway. Which means … ”
I unbuckle my seatbelt and get out of my seat, then slowly walk toward the man sitting opposite me. I get down on my knees and spread his legs apart and position myself between his thighs.
“We still have plenty of time to kill,” I continue, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“What did you have in mind?” he asks.
“A lot of things. But the one thing that comes to mind is a little activity that involves my mouth and your cock,” I tell him.
“Can you be more specific?” he inquires.
“I could … perhaps it would be easier if I just showed you,” I reply, loosening the knot on his sweatpants.
He quickly grabs a firm hold of my hand. “Wait, you mean here and now?” he asks horrified.
“Well, this is why they call it the mile high club, right?”
I lower my hand down the inside of his pants and curl my fingers around his cock and squeeze.
“Holy shit,” he groans.
“There are only two ways this can go. I can either give you a blow job right here, right now. Or …” as the word rolls off my tongue, I lean forward and press my lips closer to his ear and whisper, “I give you a blow job, right here, right now.”
“Really? Those are my only choices?”
I squeeze his cock a little tighter, making the man squirm and almost falling out of his seat.
I am so fucking aroused right now that I could pound the guy three ways to Sunday, but torturing him instead is much more fun.
I see the desire in his eyes and I know that he wants me to play with him just as much as I want to play with him.
With my fingers still curled around his dick, the realization hits me, Dylan is the first man I’ve ever taken on my plane.
I normally travel alone, and the fact that he’s sitting here with me makes this all very … real.
Shit!
Is this seriously happening? Am I actually falling for the guy?
I mean, of course I’m falling, in fact, I’ve fallen.
Dylan has taken me, and I’ve taken him, and there’s certainly no going back from that, and honestly, I don’t fucking want to.
This is a man that I plan on spending the rest of my life showing him just how much I love him.
Love … well, fuck, my mind has completely gone too much and now I’m a delirious teenager who’s fallen in love.
“Just let me have my way with your cock, and I promise I’ll make it worth your while,” I tell him, squeezing him some more.
“Yessss,” he hisses.
With no further warning, he slides his pants and underwear down.
I crawl out of the way and lower them the rest of the way down to his ankles, then move closer to him again.
I kiss the inside of his thighs, slowly making my way up to his groin where I lick his balls, then angle his stiff cock upward so that I can lick it underneath.
When my tongue reaches the tip, I give it a lick, teasing him and making him wriggle in his seat once more.
Not wanting to waste any more time, I part my lips and wrap them around his dick and begin sucking.
He lets out several loud curses, and I slide my palm up the top of his clothes, and when I get to his mouth, I slide my index finger between his lips and he sucks on it in rhythm with the movement of my lips.
I can feel his dick pulsate inside my mouth and taste his precum.
Removing my lips from his dick, I insert another finger inside his mouth, and with his talented lips, he sucks on them too.
I nuzzle in deeper and suck on the skin around the root of his hard-on and torment the fuck out of his dick before sliding it back between my lips.
Shoving his hips forward, Dylan drives his cock deeper, fucking my mouth with it.
“You’re a goddamn fucking menace,” I hear him say.
I continue to suck on his dick, and when we run into some unexpected turbulence, I accidentally bite down on his swollen flesh.
“Argh,” he curses from above.
I remove my mouth from around his cock and look down at his dick, it’s starting to go red, and the bite mark is evident.
“Fuck. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Does it hurt?” I ask.
“It stings more than anything. I guess I’m lucky I was sporting a raging hard-on when it happened, otherwise the consequences could have been more disastrous if I wasn’t.”
Not being able to control myself, I let out a roar of laughter.
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh, it’s not funny.”
“Given the circumstances around how it happened it is. It’s good that we can laugh about it.”
The rest of the flight goes fairly smoothly, and thankfully uneventful on my part.
It’s not exactly how I planned on starting this romantic getaway.
I spent most of the remaining journey apologizing to Dylan.
I’ve never bitten a guy before, even when I’ve had rough sex, and to be bitten in an area so sensitive must have hurt like fuck.
I know he told me he’s okay, but I think he’s just trying to hide the fact how much it must have actually hurt him.
After landing at Terrance B. Lettsome Airport on Beef Island in the early hours of the morning, Cameron parks the plane at one of the hangers and we disembark the plane.
Grabbing our bags, Dylan and I head to the helipad where there is a helicopter waiting for us.
“Another flight?” Dylan asks.
“The chopper takes us directly to the resort. There’s no runway on the island, so I can’t fly the jet there. It’ll only take us twenty or so minutes, then I promise there’s no more flying until we go home.”
He gives me a reassuring smile before getting into the chopper.
I follow after him, and the two of us take our seats.
The pilot joins us a few minutes later, giving us both a headset with microphones and orders us to fasten our seatbelts.
Once we’re equipped with our gear and secured in our seats, he starts the engine and the rotor blades above us start to turn, followed by the tail rotors.
The pilot does several checks and makes notes on his clipboard and we hear him speak through the microphone through our headsets.
The engine roars louder, and louder and after a few moments, the chopper lifts off the helipad.
It rises through the air, higher and higher above sea level and then starts its flight.
It only takes about twenty minutes to reach the island.
When the chopper lands on the helipad, we remove our headsets and unbuckle our seatbelts then carefully disembark the chopper.
After thanking the pilot, he bids us a farewell and flies off.
With our bags in hand, Dylan and I proceed off the helipad where a young woman greets us holding a tray with two glasses filled with liquid.
“Good morning, Mr. Samuels, Mr. Lewis, welcome to Necker Island. Mr. Branson has informed us of your arrival.”
“Hello, oh, Necker Water,” I say, grabbing one of the filled glasses and hand it to Dylan before taking the second one for myself.
“If you’ll both just follow me, I will show you to your room.”
She leads the way, and the two of us follow closely behind her, sipping on our Necker Water.
“Necker Water? Tastes more like champagne to me,” Dylan says.
“I think it is. Necker Water is just some fancy name they call it for guests.”
After a short walk, we stop outside one of the suites, the woman pushes open the door and holds it open for the two of us to enter.
Once we’re inside, we bid a farewell to the woman who closes the door behind her.
We move to the bedroom and I place my bags on the bed, then wander over to the window and admire the breathtaking view outside.
“This place is beautiful, we’re definitely––”
I spin around to find Dylan lying fast asleep on the bed.
A smile washes over me. I walk over to the bed toward Dylan, trying not to make a sound.
I place the bags on the floor, then carefully remove his shoes, placing them on the floor also, then carefully pull the covers down from beneath him.
Once the covers are down, I slide Dylan’s feet onto the bed and pull up the covers.
He stirs but remains asleep. Being quiet, I quickly pull off my shoes, remove my shirt and crawl into bed beside him.