11. Chapter 11 #2
“You’re smooth, Mr. Murphy. I bet you have to fight the ladies off when you talk like that.” Grace giggled, but when she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and bit down, I could see past her sarcasm and straight to the arousal starting to bud in her core.
Her breath hitched when I put my hand on her thigh and lowered my voice. “What other ladies? I can’t see anyone else ever since I met you.” She inhaled slowly while my hand slid up her thigh. “What would it take to convince you of that?”
Grace scrunched her nose like she had to think about it.
While she did, I moved my hand higher, tugging at the string on the front of her pants and loosening them.
I slid my fingers into the waistband before she realized they were there, and she gasped, putting her hand over mine.
“We’re not alone,” she reminded me, as if I thought the helicopter was flying itself.
“Don’t worry about him. He’s pre-occupied. And he works for us. He wouldn’t dare make a scene.” Mostly, he worked for the Cassidys on the side and for a lot of money, but he and his wife owned a helicopter tour company. It wasn’t too difficult to pull some strings to get here.
“But he can hear us.” She pointed to the headsets, and I laughed loudly, savoring the bright red blush growing on her cheeks.
I nodded, pushing my hand past hers and pulling her scrubs down past her hips.
“Hey, Captain,” I said playfully. He smirked in the mirror, knowing exactly what I was going to say.
“Why don’t you switch and give us a little privacy?
” He nodded, reaching up and hitting a switch on his headset.
I waited a second before wiggling my brows at Grace, pulling her pants down to her knees. “Is that better?”
“I don’t know,” she said, but she parted her legs ever so slightly when my fingers traced circles over her now-bare inner thighs. “He can still see us. What if he watches?”
I pushed her white, cotton panties to the side, drawing my finger along her already wet slit. She may have been worried about being seen, but she was still dripping with excitement. “Then we let him watch,” I whispered. “Show him who you belong to.”
Grace whimpered softly and dropped her head back when I slid my finger inside her, swirling it against her walls and gathering her arousal.
She arched her back, and her eyes rolled before they darted toward the front of the helicopter to make sure we didn’t have an audience.
When I pressed my thumb against her clit, her eyes shot wide, and when she moaned, she heard herself in her headset and clamped her hands over her mouth.
That didn’t stop her from rolling her hips forward, silently begging for more as the helicopter circled the bay.
“Look at that view,” I said, looking at the colorful sunset reflected off the water while my fingers coaxed another satisfied sound from Grace’s lips. She narrowed her eyes.
“How do you expect me to enjoy the view now?” Grace thrust her hips forward desperately, and I chuckled.
“Do you want to enjoy the view?” I had no intentions of stopping, but I could give her both.
Grace inhaled sharply when I picked her up from the seat and pulled her into my lap so she was facing me, one leg on either side of my lap.
“Is that better?” I asked, sliding my finger back inside her and adding a second.
She shook her head. Her legs trembled while she ground against my hand and lap, and she bit her lip until it turned a pale white.
“I want more,” she whispered shyly, cupping her hand around her mouth, even though she still spoke into the microphone on the headset.
I looked toward the front, glad to see our captain still looking forward.
I wouldn’t blame him if he glanced in our direction, not with Grace’s body practically writhing against my lap.
“Tell me what you want.” I knew what I wanted, but I wanted to hear her say it. I wanted to hear her say she wanted everyone in Boston to hear her scream my name from all the way up here. I wanted her to beg for it.
“I want you inside me.” Her pussy clenched around my hand, and I groaned with her. My cock grew harder.
“I want nothing more than that, little pearl.” I cradled her face in my hands—somehow, she looked so soft and so eager at the same time.
“But we don’t have condoms up here.” I had some in the car, one or two I kept in the glove box.
Why hadn’t I grabbed them earlier? I ignored the ache in my jeans as my erection throbbed, trying to focus on the wet, spongy walls of her pussy.
Grace ground harder against me, shaking her head, even as she pressed her forehead to mine. “I don’t care,” she said. “I need to feel you fill me. I’ve never had anyone…like that. I’m on birth control.” The way she got so shy trying to say it made me turn almost feral. Like that. Did she mean raw?
“Fuck.” I moved quickly to unbutton my jeans, pushing them past my hips just enough for my cock to spring free. It rested against her eager, warm slit, and the heat radiating from her went straight to my core. “If we do this, there’s no turning back. There’s no letting you go. Do you understand?”
“You said I’m yours.” Her voice was breathy and thick, like it clung to her tongue. “So make me yours.”
I growled, lifting Grace to line my hard cock up at her entrance, and then I locked eyes with hers. Before I brought her back down, burying my length deep inside her, I closed them. “Mine. Only mine,” I said, thrusting into her while she cried out. Her pussy stretched around me.
Grace’s breasts bounced under the baggy top that hid her curves.
As she rode me, it was like she forgot we were in the air—forgot she had been scared of heights only moments earlier.
Every nervous glance that turned to awe was now replaced with ecstasy.
“I want that. I want you.” She gasped for breath between each word.
“I don’t care how risky this is or what people might think. I can’t stop now.”
“Then don’t stop. Ride me just like that, my little pearl.” My voice was strained. I wanted to hold out, but the harder she rode me, the harder it got to hold on. Her pussy milked my cock, begging for me to paint her walls with my release. “Ruin yourself for me on my cock.”
She whined when her movements grew uneven.
I could feel her muscles fluttering and her juices starting to flow over my balls.
When she started rocking her hips while her pussy clenched and unclenched, I grabbed her, digging my fingers into the supple skin and thrusting up.
Her eyes widened, and she moaned louder.
Maybe they would hear us down in town after all.
“I love the way your pussy begs for me,” I grunted, thrusting into her again as my balls tightened.
When I came, her pussy squeezed my cock like it was determined to get every last drop.
I rode each wave of our shared orgasm, slowly pumping into her while her body fell limp against mine.
She buried her face against my neck, kissing there and then my chest before she laid her head down.
Her breathing slowly returned to normal while the sky around us got darker. Then, she hummed. “You were right,” she said, hiding her face against my skin and giggling.
“Right about what?” I brushed my fingertips through the loose, wispy hairs lining her face. She lifted her head so her eyes met mine.
“I’ve definitely never seen Boston like that before.”