Chapter 6
SIX
LILITH
I don’t watch the runway; I watch him.
I stare as he works all those flashy buttons so effortlessly.
I’ve never seen someone so relaxed or confident in something they do. I watch as our plane goes down the runway, staring out of the cockpit window as we start to lift off the ground. My ears begin to pop as we climb, and it feels exhilarating.
“Get comfortable. It’s a two-hour flight,” he says, his eyes scanning me from top to bottom while his hands remain on the controls, a slight smirk on his lips.
When I don’t reply, he goes back to whatever it is you do to fly a plane, I guess.
I watch as his toned hands, with tattoos skating on his fingers, keep on working.
I wonder if this is what it was like for my husband and his co-worker. Did they stare at each other every day like the way Reon is currently staring at me? I see him glance at me throughout the flight, but he doesn’t interrupt my thoughts as if he knows not to.
Makes me want to fuck him even more.
I know Deven can’t look at a woman the same way Reon can. Reon holds authority, and Deven does the opposite. But maybe there was something else. I mean, I married the asshole, after all.
“I didn’t know he was cheating on me.” I blurt the words out after I have sat in silence for almost an hour, glancing out the window, mesmerized by the blackness.
He turns his head, his dark eyes boring into me, and for some reason, I feel like I need to tell him things.
Things I sense he won’t brush off as easily as my husband did.
I was never a one-night-stand kind of girl.
But this is turning out to be a weekend fling, and I’ve never really let my freak flag fly, for fear that someone would judge me or hate that about me the way my husband clearly did. I feel free with Reon.
“How does that make you feel?”
I bring up my leg and tuck it under my ass.
“Honestly, I feel fine. I’m not sad or broken. I got payback, and now I’m done.”
His jaw twitches.
“Happy that I got to help serve that payback,” he says as I gaze out the window.
I glance over at him, finding his attention is fixed again on the dark sky.
“What work do you have in Nashville?”
“Cargo delivery. I have an apartment there and planned to stay the night.” He glances at me, then proclaims, “You’re staying with me.”
“Oh, am I?” I reply, raising a brow.
“Yes.” His gaze goes to my chest. “You can unbuckle now and come over here.” He taps his lap. I stare at him for a moment, feeling a mixture of confusion and raw energy before releasing the seat belt—you only live once—and moving toward him.
“Do you plan for me to do all the work again, or can you get your own cock out?” I ask as I rise to slide over to him. He smirks as he lowers his zipper, then pulls his cock out, which, I might add, is already hard, and slides a condom on that he pulls from his pocket.
“I prefer it when you do it.”
I give him an eye roll before I move closer to him.
The tightness of the cabin makes it difficult for me to stand to my full height as I reach him.
He presses a few buttons, and the plane goes into autopilot.
His hands reach for me and pull me closer.
My hands fall to his shoulders. I don’t make a move to sit on him, but he leans in and lifts my skirt before pulling my undies down my legs.
I step out of them before he leans in and kisses my bare pussy where the slit begins as I lean in.
Then he slides his tongue inside me and pulls back.
“Best kiss,” he says, pulling me so I have to sit on him.
I maneuver myself so I don’t accidentally press any buttons or touch any instruments, and hike one leg over him before I lower myself onto his lap. I undo the buttons on my shirt and pull it open, showing him I’m wearing no bra. Gripping his head, I pull it forward and straight to my nipple.
The light from inside is the only illumination.
We are surrounded by nothingness outside the plane—the pitch-black sky with barely a star to be seen.
His hand finds my ass, and he takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks.
As he does, I lower myself little by little until I feel him at my entrance.
He bites hard on my nipple, and I sink all the way down at the flash of pain.
He grunts, and it’s like music to my ears.
I’ve been with men before.
But not once have I had this level of sexual chemistry with anyone.
Ever.
“Oh, Caterpillar loves it rough, doesn’t she?” he says against my breast.
I nod and lift my hands to my hair, digging my fingers into the loose locks as I start moving. He bites my other nipple just as hard.
The roughest sex I ever had with Deven was him spanking me.
That’s it.
It sucked.
Even the spank wasn’t enough to leave my ass marked for days.
I want it to be memorable.
Reon knows exactly how to be remembered. He has a masterful cock, one that made me jump on a plane with him so I can get more of it. I move faster and faster, up and down. His hands are all over me, on my ass, my hips. But I don’t stop.
I know he’s reaching his limit when his grunts sound almost pained. The feeling I get from making this powerful man fall hard is unlike any other.
“Don’t you fucking stop,” he growls.
His head is over my shoulder, and his hands are back on the plane’s controls, turning off autopilot. I feel the plane move forward, so I grip my hands around his neck and hold on for dear life.
We dip, and I fly up, and as fast as I go up, I’m coming back down and slamming even harder onto him.
“Oh, fuck!” I scream as he repeats whatever he just did.
“Fucking hell,” he says and then curses some more, his hands working behind me. I’m too focused on myself to care if we’re about to die.
I want this orgasm.
I’m practically screaming for it to come.
And on the third dip, when I slam back onto him, I shatter.
He must put the plane back on autopilot because his hands grip my hips and rock me back and forth quickly. I can feel myself building back up again.
“We could have died,” he says, bites my neck, and doesn’t stop moving me. Deven never took control like this. I feel his teeth dig in, and I wonder if he’s drawing blood.
Pulling away, I feel him come, and just as he does, my second release follows, and the rocking of my hips speeds up.
“That pussy is milking the fuck out of my cock. Keep going.”
I take over the rocking, unable to stop myself. And when a third orgasm comes, I lean forward and bite his shoulder through his shirt to stop the scream.
While we sit there, still connected, both out of breath, the plane starts making acceleration noises.
“Get in your seat. It’s time to land.”
I climb off him, not even bothering to fix myself. He pulls the condom off, ties it up, and throws it behind him before he zips himself up and begins pressing buttons on the instrument panel.
“Are you meeting with anyone here when we land?” I ask.
“Yes,” he answers, his headset back on. His attention is off me and back on flying the plane.
“Who?”
“My ex,” he says, just as I buckle myself back in and start to do up my shirt. I feel his eyes on me. “Does that make you feel uncomfortable?”
“No, should it?”
He smirks and turns back to the inky-colored expanse. “I guess not.”
I watch in fascination as he lands the plane, my attention split between him commanding the controls and the sky around us.
He’s definitely good at what he does, making it look easy. I wonder how long he has been doing this.
When we land, he stands and unbuckles me as if I didn’t just buckle myself into the seat, then tells me to follow him.
He grabs my bag and carries it out the door.
As soon as we step onto the tarmac, I notice a woman standing there.
She’s looking down at her cell. She has long legs and is wearing a white shirt and a black miniskirt.
She appears to be dressed for business, but in a hot, maybe even risky way.
“Hannah.”
She raises her head, and her gaze tracks to me. I arch a brow as I stand there, and she checks me out from head to toe, her eyes lingering on every curve and contour of my body.
“You brought company? You didn’t mention the company, Reon.”
“Must have forgotten,” he says dismissively as they walk to a car that is awaiting his arrival on the tarmac while other men walk to the plane with a nod from Reon. She climbs into the back, and Reon opens the front passenger door. “We have to talk,” he says to me, referring to Hannah.
I nod and take the passenger seat as a driver sits in the car, waiting. I can feel her stare as he slides into the back seat behind me.
“Why are you bringing company on business trips?”
“That is my business, Hannah.” His jaw tightens as he briefly glances at Hannah, and I look away, staring out the window and listening as they talk.
“Are you fucking her?”
“Yes.”
I feel my lips tug up in a smile.
“Okay, fine. I need you back in New York tomorrow. Preferably tonight, but I know you won’t listen to me.”
“You’ve spoken to Earl?” Reon asks her.
“Of course. Without me and Earl, you’d be lost.”
“No, if I didn’t have you both, it would just mean I’d have to do more work.” He pauses. “Are you not going to say hello to my friend?”
“Hello, friend. What is your full name, please?”
I turn my head toward her, and her sharp eyes lock onto me.
“Lilith Davenport,” I tell her, and she starts typing away on her cell.
“She’s married. You’re fucking a married woman?” Hannah says to Reon. I catch him smiling at me, and I smile back before I face the front and look out my window.
“I guess I am,” he replies nonchalantly.
“So, you knew. Do you need the drama that comes with a married woman?”
“Do you want him? Is that why you’re upset?” I ask her. “I’m only here for the night. Once I leave, he’s all yours again.”
“Hannah is married to my sister, Abigail,” Reon says. “She realized after a month of seeing me that she preferred my sister more.”
I laugh and angle my head over my shoulder to look at him.
“Did that hurt your ego? You know… that she preferred your sister over you?”
“It would have if I knew I sucked in bed. But tell me, Caterpillar, do you think fucking is an issue for me?”
“Your bed antics were never the issue. Your sense of self was… The way you are with people,” Hannah interjects.
“It’s not my fault you’re all too sensitive,” he says, then gives me a wink.
I smile, then decide to grab my headphones and play some music.
I don’t want to hear any more of their business stuff.
It’s late, and while I’m usually a night owl, I’m awfully tired right now.
It could have been from the vodka or the drama of the day before.
Or, fuck, it could have even been from the great orgasms I’ve had.
Either way, I put on my music, lean against the window, and tune out my surroundings.
It’s not long before I start to wonder how I’m going to afford a divorce lawyer without a job. It’s no secret that Deven always earned the most in our relationship. Though I contributed. Now, I have no savings and no income.
I’m royally screwed.
I wonder if that’s why I decided to fuck a stranger and take a flight with him.
Some would call that bat-shit crazy, but I find it exciting and worry that my life before this has been me barely living.
I want to live and experience everything. I want to do crazy things. I want to be on the verge of almost dying and telling the world fuck it.
Maybe I should have asked to jump from his plane.
I heard it’s exhilarating.
When I finally start to doze off, it’s not Deven who enters my dreams.
It’s the mysterious stranger behind me, who just so happens to stroke my inner demons.
And I can’t decide if that’s a bad thing or the most fantastical thing to ever happen to me.