Chapter Four #2
No. Never… But I couldn’t deny the ache in my bones. I wanted to. I enjoyed control, but there was something about the way Hangman was looking at me that got my heart thumping. He was exactly the kind of man I would expect to take the lead. Was I going to let him?
I sat still as Hangman inched closer to me on his knees and I fought against flinching when he pressed a hand into my thigh, nudging me to uncross them.
“We’ve got some time, right?”
“There’s nothing better to do, I guess,” I replied, alarmed by how breathless I sounded.
His dark eyes bored into me. “We can take it slow. Let me show you I’m worth taking a chance on.”
Instinctively, we both leant in but just as our lips brushed, someone cleared their throat loudly. Both Hangman and I froze.
“Don’t let me interrupt,” Freddie said, his tone frosty. “I thought you had both agreed to get some rest, but this doesn’t look like resting to me.”
Hangman’s head flopped forward with a short laugh and he eased away. I glanced around the cabin, eyes locking on a small camera facing right at us. I smiled sheepishly.
“Oh, hi. I didn’t know you were still with us, baby.”
“I went to grab a coffee.”
Freddie wasn’t angry with me, he knew exactly what this was between us, but there was a frustration in his voice that I hadn’t been expecting.
My eyes drifted to the pilot in front of me as he busied himself with hooking the makeshift parachute pillow back onto the wall where he’d found it.
A smirk worked its way onto my lips. Perhaps this wasn’t about me at all…
“Are you envious, Relay?”
Hangman’s hands faltered and he glanced back at me with a quizzical frown. I simply grinned.
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
I stared straight down the camera, knowing Freddie was watching us on the other end. “Nothing ridiculous about it, baby. I don’t blame you, but you’re all the way back in London.”
“And?” Freddie huffed.
“And I’m not waiting that long so you can be first to get a taste of him. Let me explore this, test him. If he meets my standards, then perhaps when we get home, I’ll think about letting him have you.”
“Aquarius…”
“And I want you to watch. I left you hanging earlier and I know how much you enjoy watching. I’m going to let Hangman take me and you’re going to see every second of it.”
The pilot was silent, his body frozen with tension – just his wide chest heaving with breaths. Decisively I got to my feet and began to unfasten the straps of my suit.
“Are you sure about this?” Hangman growled, his eyes fixed on me.
“You want in? Show me what you’ve got. Relay is precious and I don’t share him with just anyone. If you want him, you’ve got to go through me first. Show me how much you want this.”
“What about—”
“Relay is a good boy,” I purred, my eyes flickering to the camera. “He’ll do as he’s told, won’t you, baby?”
This time there was no response outside of a shaky exhalation of breath. That was all the confirmation I needed of his consent. My attention returned to the handsome pilot.
“Come on then, big guy. Show us what you’ve got for us.”
I took my time stripping out of my gear, watching with a dry mouth and bated breath as Hangman eagerly peeled his shirt off over his head.
He looked even more muscular without his clothes on and I found that irresistible.
Freddie was well built, but Hangman made him look almost petite.
He was huge and I grew hot and agitated imagining how easily he would throw me around if I asked him to.
Hangman kicked the remainder of his flight suit off but when his hands faltered on the buttons of his cargo trousers beneath, I nodded. “All of it. Let me see it.”
“I was right about you.” He smirked, hurriedly unfastening his flies.
“Oh?”
“You’re fucking trouble.”
I grinned, throwing my heavy Kevlar chest piece down onto the floor. “Oh, you have no idea.”
Hangman’s eyes dropped to my chest, roving over my breasts as they threatened to spill out of my sports bra. My large chest often garnered me the attention of men, and it appeared Hangman was no exception to that rule.
“Fuck me, you hide those well,” he muttered.
“Do you like them?” I asked, taking a seat and squeezing my breasts in each hand.
“Oh, yeah,” he groaned, stripping out of his cargo trousers and underwear.
To my delight, there was no hesitation, no bashfulness, and my eyes dropped. I nibbled my lip, pleased to find Hangman was deliciously in proportion. I squeezed my thighs together, growing hotter and wetter still as I imagined how that girth was going to feel when he was stretching me out.
To my surprise, Hangman turned his attention to hurriedly unlacing my combat boots, easing one off my foot before doing the same with the next.
I leant back until my head rested against the seat, watching his large hands as they found the buttons of my trousers.
Though my chest heaved with breathlessness, I remained still, only moving to lift my hips up as he stripped my clothes off me.
Without thinking, my eyes drifted to the camera. I gazed into the lens, excitement flurrying around inside me just imagining Freddie on the other side. He was watching us, I knew he was. I burnt to know what he was thinking, to see his face flushed, to hear his breaths hitch…
“Relay, baby, speak to me.”