26
MILE HIGH
Nate waited patiently for me in the living room, as I collected my things. He was on his phone. I assumed he was answering emails. We climbed into his car and he drove in silence. I welcomed this as it gave me time to recharge, his hand rested on my knee as he sped down the highway and towards an old military run way that had a small private jet and crew waiting on the tarmac. I slowly climbed out the car, being deafened by the roar of the jets.
“Where are we going?” I asked Nate, impressed but also confused. Since when did Nate have a jet?
“You’ll see,” he smiled, as he grabbed the bags out of the car and handed them to a crew member. They placed them under the plane. I followed Nate as he shook someone’s hand
“Thank you for setting this up, Wyatt, you’re a good friend.” Wyatt chuckled and pulled Nate in for a hug before Nate tossed him his keys to the Porsche.
“I’d say this is a fair trade for the weekend,” Wyatt laughed.
“Enjoy, you two” he smiled, acknowledging me. I looked at Nate confused.
“I know someone, okay?” I rolled my eyes as I let him lace his fingers through mine. He nodded at the captain and dragged me on the plane. We entered the plane and took our seats, it was amazing. White leather seats facing each other, it was exactly the luxury I had never seen before. Everything on this plane looked like it could conduct meetings, printers, fax machines etc. It took my breath away. It was an office in the sky.
“If you need anything Mr Dalton, please press the button. I’ll be here for your…every need,” a beautiful brunette flight attendant said flirtatiously. She gave me the side eye before focussing back on Nate. I’m right here bitch! She even bent over him to reach across to the window, for no damn reason except to show off her amazing cleavage.
“Thank you, Clarrisa.” he cleared his throat when she stepped back. Wait…he knew her by her first name? I was speechless, jealousy washed over me as the attendant walked away, brushing over Nate’s shoulder and not taking her eyes off him.
“You’ve slept with her?” I asked, even though I could see it a mile off. Clarissa, glanced over at me, as if I was a downgraded version of her. Nate placed a hand on my lap.
“Once or twice. But years ago,” Nate answered. I took a breath, trying to process the information. “You have nothing to worry about,” he chuckled as he rested his head back and closed his eyes. Jealousy was now radiating off of me as I watched the attendant carry out her duties, trying to find some kind of flaw but annoyingly there really wasn’t one. She was like a model. We took off and were in the air in less than 5 minutes and even though she and some others had disappeared into a back room away from us, I watched the door.
“Stop!” Nate's voice warned me.
“I’m not doing anything!” I defended myself, chuckling at his attempt to tell me off.
“You're obsessing, comparing. I’m yours Gi. She can look, she can flirt, but at the end of the day you have me.” He took my hand in his and brought it up to his lips. I looked his way and he was smiling at me, so much admiration and affection in those eyes. The seatbelt sign bleeped telling me I could now remove my belt.
“I know you’re mine, but I should have guessed you were in the Mile High Club,” I teased as I shifted my body to face him in the chair.
“Oh baby, I’m not a member. Sex when the plane is on the ground doesn’t count,” he chuckled, I raised my eyebrow at him.
“Well, maybe we should change that,” I flirted, as I stood up and straddled him. “Maybe we can become members together,” I proposed, running my hand over his jaw, looking in his eyes and gently grinding my hips on him, creating a small friction between us. I don’t know what made me do it, maybe a claim to Nate, that the thought of him having sex on a plane turned me on. Maybe I wanted the bitch to walk in on us and see how good I can make Nate feel. Nate loved it when I rode him.
“And I thought I was trouble,” Nate chuckled, placing a hand on my waist pulling me close to him, before he began to leave a trail of kisses along my neck.
“You are. But maybe I like a little trouble too,”
I moaned out as he kissed me. I began to move my hips a little faster and I could feel him getting harder beneath me. He moaned a little in my ear as he kissed just beneath, the warm breath sending chills. I was grateful I wore a flowy dress today, the weather was a little warmer as we approached spring.
I didn’t expect this when I’d got dressed this morning but it made me hot thinking how easy it was for me to hike it up and ride him. His hands roamed my body feeling my curves. It was just us alone in this cabin, miles high in the sky and getting very aroused, this was a new experience for me. I knew that any member of the crew could walk in at any time but that just made it more thrilling.
He reached between us to unbuckle his pants and set himself free. He sprung to life hitting against my clit which made me jolt at the sensation. He chuckled before he pulled my underwear to the side to touch me. He scooped up some of my arousal on his fingers before he brought them to his lips not wanting to break eye contact with me. He sucked on them and moaned at the taste, his eyes dark as he grabbed the back of my head and pushed my lips into his, hungry for me.
I reached between us grabbing his length and hoisting myself over him, ready to push him inside. He grunted loudly as I eased my way on his length, taking every inch he had. I watched him enjoy the feel of my pussy wrapped around his cock, letting him catch his breath before I began to give him the ride of a lifetime. I was damn sure it would be better than the time we had sex in his Porsche.
I was going to make him moan my name as he came inside me thousands of feet in the air. Loud enough for the skanky bitch next door who flirted with my man in front of me, to hear my claim on him. I felt empowered, sexy and confident. I rode him, gently at first adjusting to his length before I moved a little faster. He felt so amazing.
“I missed you so much,” he whispered, a little breathy as I continued grinding on his cock.
“I missed you too,” I said, panting as I picked up the pace. He groaned beneath me and I knew he was almost there, he was on edge. I buried my head into his neck and kissed him, grazed his skin with my teeth and was ready to leave a small hickey there. Mine. I became possessive and he chuckled, knowing the exact reason I was leaving it in such a visible spot on his neck.
“I’m close,” I whispered in his ear before pulling back, keeping my movements steady.
“Me too,” he groaned, as his cock began to pulsate inside me and within seconds, we both released at the same time. He sighed in satisfaction at his release, the sound filled the entire cabin and made me blush a little. We caught our breath, still tangled together, before I climbed off him and he made his way to the small bathroom to clean up, leaving me with an affectionate kiss. I smiled to myself as I returned to my seat waiting for him to return, feeling flushed and satisfied.
“Mr Dalt…” the attendant started and stopped when she saw it was just me.
“He’s in the bathroom,” I smiled, still pretty flushed from our session. She looked away from me, not wanting to make eye contact. “We will have a bottle of whiskey and two glasses, if that’s not too much trouble,” I said.
“Of course, ma’am.” She accepted her role, not looking my way.
“Clarissa, is it? If you flirt with him or make any sexual remarks towards Mr Dalton in front of me again, I will bust the emergency exit and throw you out tits first. Is that clear?” I threatened, she had been nothing but disrespectful to me and I was done with that.
“Yes, I apologise for my inappropriate behaviour. Please forgive me.” She turned away to resume her inflight duty.
“Was that jealousy, Miss Henley?” His low growl startled me. I blushed a little at how much he had heard. He stood over me, placing a hand under my chin and forced me to look into his eyes. “That was fucking hot!” he chuckled, before dragging me into the jet’s private bathroom for round two, while Clarrisa fixed our drinks. I just hoped she didn’t have any access to poison.