Chapter 24
My head’s a little fuzzy after all the shots the night before, but I wake amused as I recall a midnight dip in the hotel swimming pool.
We’re all definitely getting fired. A blown slide and a hotel manager screaming at us to get out of the indoor pool while another crew member skinny dipped.
We’re the cabin crew from hell. But what a perfect night to go out with if the impending flight home is to be our last.
‘You want a cup of tea?’ Olly has the kettle in his hand, a white hotel towel around his waist shows off his stomach. I want to eat him.
‘Come back to bed.’
Whatever this is between us, we’re yet to consummate it.
‘I’ve got to get to the airport and check the plane over before departure. Are all your night stops like this?’
‘Only the ones when you’ve nothing to lose and you’re all getting fired anyway.’ I reach out and pull Olly by his arm, dragging him in for a snog.
‘It’s not your fault Trev blew the slide; you won't get fired.’ Olly lifts his hand off the bedding, ‘I can’t believe how wet this is. They’re going to think we’ve pissed the bed.’
‘They’re going to think everyone’s pissed the bed, we were all in the pool. I’m glad I’m not Jason this morning, he must be mortified.’
Olly lays next to me. ‘Why did we all jump in?’
‘Seemed like a good idea at the time.’
I put my hand under his towel and stroke the back of his legs, moving my hand higher until I get to his fuzzy bum. I squeeze it and pull him in for another kiss. His warm chest touches mine.
‘Hmmm. You’re good at that.’ Olly bites my lip.
I move my hand from Olly’s arse and follow his waist around until I take hold of his cock which is just starting to wake up. He pushes his tongue deep into my mouth and rolls me onto my back. He straddles me, sitting over my crotch. I’m already hard and wet.
I can’t believe that this man is with me right now.
‘Do you think it’s true what Jason said?’ Olly is grinding at my waist, teasing my dick between his peachy cheeks.
‘You never know with Jason, but I don’t think even he could cry that much if he wasn’t really hurt.’ I reach up and play with Olly’s nipples.
The kettle pops, neither of us move to fill up the cups.
‘I just don’t believe he’s been shagging Skerrow when his wife was pregnant,’ Olly says.
He takes my wrists in his arms and pins them above my head.
He leans forwards and kisses my neck and nibbles at it.
I let out a sigh and my dick leaks against his arse, it spurs him on, kissing and licking my jaw until he gets to my mouth.
He moves my hands against my sides and presses them into the mattress.
I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. He works his tongue down my neck until he’s sucking and nibbling my nipples. My hands claw.
‘He’s a captain, you can’t trust any of them. Oh GOD.’ My toes curl reacting to Olly’s touch.
Olly and his tongue navigate south. He licks the underneath of my dick. When his tongue reaches the tip, his lips move down my shaft taking all of me in.
‘You’ve done this before,’ I say.
He looks up at me, my dick over his face. ‘Once or twice.’ He tastes my precum, ‘Now that is a talent.’ He spits in his hand to lube my cock then slowly starts working his hand over my erection. ‘If it’s true, his wife is going to be devastated.’
‘Not as devastated as Jason is right now. Can we not talk about them whilst you’ve got your hand on my dick?’ I press my elbows into the bed and arch my back.
Olly makes his way back up the bed and lays next to me.
I turn to face him; our mouths connect again.
I can feel his thick solid trunk against my leg.
I taste my precum on his tongue. His hand is reaching around to my arse.
We’re both sweating, groaning. We’re both ready to take it to the next step.
My phone vibrates on the side.
‘Ignore it,’ I say. ‘Don’t stop.’
He turns me over so I’m face down and lays on top of me, gyrating his hips into me, teasing me.
He pulls my hair, forcing my head back. ‘Do you want me inside you?’
‘Fuck yes,’ I beg.
‘How do you want it?’
‘Slow, like this.’
My phone flashes and vibrates with a call. I reach out and silence it.
Olly pulls me up onto all fours. ‘I don’t have any lube.’
I can feel him hard against my arse now, I’m ready to take him. My body is begging for him.
‘Just spit.’
‘I don’t want to hurt you.’
My phone flashes again.
‘Someone really wants you.’ Olly reaches for my phone; I turn myself back around as he hands it to me.
I slide my finger across the screen to answer the call.
‘Soumia, this better be good, I’m in the middle of something.’
Olly kisses my neck as Soumia talks a mile a minute down the phone.
‘I’m in Olly’s room. Why are you whispering? What? 477. Where are you?... What the actual… I’ll be there in a second.’ The call ends. I dive off the bed and bundle my wet clothes under my arm. ‘I’m sorry, I’ve got to go.’
‘Was it something I said?’ Olly is looking at me dazed.
‘No, I’ll explain later.’ I kiss him quickly and take the two dressing gowns that are hanging in the bathroom. I put one and carry the other. ‘I’m taking your spare dressing gown.’
‘No problem. I’ll see you onboard.’
I head out the door and turn immediately left and head two doors down.
I knock twice, quietly. The door unbolts; Soumia’s arm reaches out into the hallway.
I hang the spare dressing gown over it. She disappears behind the door then emerges from it ten seconds later with a matching bundle of wet clothes under her arm.
She closes the door slowly so she doesn’t wake whoever’s left in the room.
I raise my eyebrows.
‘Don’t say a word. Why didn’t you pick up?’ she says, mascara smudged down her face.
‘I was otherwise engaged.’
‘Christ, Callum, I was pretty desperate.’
I look at the door she’s just closed, then back to her.
‘You can say that again.’