4. Cole
Chapter 4
Cole
We’re a little over half-way home, somewhere over Kansas City as Shiloh strokes my face and rubs her sweet little ass all over my lap.
It’s been torture.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard for so long with no relief. I thought being quiet for the rest of the flight would be the best call to action, because every time this girl talks, I want to kiss her and hold her tighter. It’s a weird sensation wanting to make another person feel better.
Clearly, the circumstances were dire enough that she had to flee LA and risk this flight to get back home. I find myself wanting to make it all go away.
I’m not sure why she, in particular, has this effect on me, but she does. Maybe it’s because she’s not an Omega that Jonah’s desperately trying to make us like. Or maybe she’s just special.
She wants me to take the edge off and I glance over at Brock, who’s shaking his head.
There’s no way that he can leave us in the cockpit alone. Not only am I in a serious amount of shit as is, but that would be beyond unsafe. We have to consider everyone on this plane. More than I need to consider how badly I want her pussy wrapped around my knot, dripping with her sweet lemony slick.
Fuck.
“Please, Alpha,” she whispers, her teeth grazing my jaw again.
Brock sighs as he unbuckles his belt and grabs a few jackets and tape. Taping the fabric to the ceiling to create a busted version of a divider.
“You better end up with her after putting me through all this mental distress,” he says, and I ignore him. “The FAA doesn’t need to know anything other than she went into heat and that she was in the cockpit. I won’t tell them anything else.”
“Thank you,” I say to Brock as I rub the back of Shiloh’s neck.
I’m already going to lose my job and be fined for having her in here, if not worse. Jonah will pay the fine. I’ll fly private when I feel like it. I’m not really worried about my career. I like flying, but the bureaucratic bullshit of working for these massive airlines is crushing my soul. This has just been something to do to bide my time.
What I’m worried about is the fact that I haven’t had a moment to contact Jonah or Mack. In the grand scheme of things, pulling out my tablet and making contact isn’t my worst offense of the day.
But for a few more hours, I have Shiloh all to myself. Well, with Brock on the other side of a makeshift barrier.
“You can be good and wait, can’t you?” I ask her in a near whisper.
“No. I really can’t,” she replies, shifting on my lap. She adjusts herself so that she’s facing me, and I swallow thickly.
Brock’s here. He’s completely coherent and holding down the fort. But fuck. Am I really going to fuck this Omega mid flight in my captain’s chair?
Her hands glide down what used to be a crisply pressed white button up, and she grabs my belt. Her pupils are dilated and her scent is nearly choking me with the sweetness.
“You don’t need this job?” she reiterates with a tilt of her head.
“No.”
“Good, because I need your knot. Now.”
Her hands fumble with my buckle and Brock is having a laughing fit disguised with coughing.
“Shiloh, we should wait till you get to Heat Haven.”
Her hands pause on my buckle and her eyes water ever so slightly.
“You don’t want me?”
“Really doing a great job over there,” Brock says and I tune him out.
“We’re mid flight, Shiloh. I want to take care of you, but I think we should wait until we land.”
Tears fill her eyes and she nods. I brush some hair away from her face and feel how hot her skin is. She’s burning up. All the meds she took in the bathroom are wearing off. Time is not on our side. We’ve still got a little over two hours left on this flight.
There’s no way she won’t be in unbelievable pain and distress by then.
“For fuck’s sake. I already told you I wasn’t going to snitch. Please, for the love of God just give her your fucking knot to soothe her so I can focus. Fuck,” Brock complains.
Shiloh nods in agreement to his statement.
I grab her chin and she licks her plush pink lips, her sweet manipulative tears nowhere to be found.
“You’re going to be a good girl and take what I give you, do you understand? You’re going to sit that sweet pussy on my cock and knot and you’re not going anywhere for the rest of this flight.”
Her pupils are so dilated I can barely see the deep brown of her eyes.
“Do you agree? I’m going to take care of you now and at Heat Haven. That’s what you want?”
“That’s what I want,” she says, wasting no time in unbuckling my belt and freeing my aching cock. I’m so hard it nearly hurts as precome drips down the tip.
She looks down at the weeping head and licks her lips, before glancing at her own pants with a grimace.
“Do you have extra clothes in your carry-on?”
“I think so,” she says, her hand circling my length and stroking.
It’s reckless and fucking stupid, but apparently I’ve lost every single goddamn brain cell at 30,000 something feet. This sweet smelling Omega has officially made me lose control as I grip the hem of her leggings and rip them at the crotch.
Brock is mumbling what sounds like a plethora of curses as Shiloh smiles at me.
She looks radiant, all her thick brown hair hanging from one side of her face as her soft hands press against my chest and she lowers her wet, needy cunt down on my length.
A shallow whimper slips out of her mouth as she slides further down on my cock, taking me all the way to my knot. Her slick is already dripping onto my slacks as the scent of sweet, sticky lemon invades my every rational thought.
“Good,” I tell her. “Right there. You’re going to grind on my knot as much as you need till we land, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she says, tangling her hands in my hair as she presses all her weight on me.
Her hips shift slightly, grinding her clit against my pelvis as she sits and takes the full feeling she needs.
I hold Shiloh against me, my eyes still monitoring everything on the dash, but I don’t worry too much with Brock in control.
Her lips are on my neck, kissing and nipping every once and a while. She tortures me with her slow movements. I don’t think I’ve ever been edged like this before, but the longer she can sit on my dick satisfied, the better.
I like how comfortable she is. That I’m the one taking care of her, that I’m meeting her needs. My only hope is that Jonah and Mack will feel the same when they meet her.
Against my better judgment, I thrust up into her slightly, making her moan and her fingers tighten in my hair.
“Come for me,” she whispers, and a shiver trickles down my spine.
She wants my knot larger, and she wants me to fill her with my cum. I’m a weak, pathetic man, because I want to give her the same. We probably should’ve discussed birth control and a slew of other shit. But the fact is she’s already gripping my knot like a fucking vise that has me ready to give her whatever she wants.
I fist her hair and she sighs in relief as I fuck her from below, my hips slapping against her ass as her lips part and eyes close from satisfaction.
Knowing I put that look on her face, that I’m the one taking care of her, sends me over the edge.
My knot swells to its largest size as I rut her from below. Her body quivers with her own release as we hold each other by our hair as she shatters around me and I fill her completely.
She collapses against my chest, making me groan as she moves with my knot tightly inside of her.
It’s like she wants to burrow inside of me with how close she is and I think I might enjoy being needed more than I ever imagined.
Shiloh has been petting me, rubbing her face against my chest, and torturing me with her sweet pussy for what feels like an eternity, when my knot finally goes down.
I’m covered in slick and cum, but she doesn’t move to shift off my cock.
“More,” she whispers against my ear. “Please, Alpha,” she says louder.
Brock laughs. “So completely fucked.”
Her scent picks up again, and despite it feeling impossible, I’m already growing hard inside of her.
“Take what your Alpha gives you, sweetheart,” I tell her, kissing her hair, then face, before nipping at her jaw.
She pulls back from me and smiles with lust filled eyes.
God, she’s fucking beautiful…but clearly disobedient as she takes what she wants, not what I give her, by shifting herself up and down my shaft.
Brock’s right, I’m so completely fucked.
The slick sounds of her pussy taking me repeatedly has me resting the back of my head on the chair and thinking about flight paths, navigation systems, and all the protocols I’m breaking, so I don’t come too fast.
I glance over at the radar. Fuck, we still have some time to go. I think this Omega might just break me. She deserves more than some mile high heat. Granted, it is in the cockpit, so that has to be some supreme title for fucking at high altitude.
Shiloh makes the sweetest little noise as she takes what she wants, using my cock for relief and I fall apart.
My thrusts are hard as I fuck into her. We’re both a mess as I push more of my cum inside of her and she takes my knot for the second time. She nearly shouts and I wonder if anyone else could hear her screams of pleasure as she grabs the sides of my face and brings her lips to mine.
She kisses me hungrily as sharp pants of pleasure slip through her lips. She tastes as sweet as her scent and I know it’s crazy, that we just met, but I find myself wanting more than her heat, more than helping her.
In a revelation I thought I’d never have…I think I want to keep an Omega. Not any Omega. But the one taking my knot mid flight.