Chapter 5 #3
His hands slid down my stomach, tugging at the waist of my pants.
He yanked them and my panties down in one rough motion.
I stepped out of them, kicking them aside, and then his fingers were between my legs, two of them sliding inside me without warning.
I gasped, my hands slamming against the counter as he curled them, hitting that spot inside me that made my knees weak.
“Jesus, you’re soaked,” he groaned, his lips against my ear, his breath hot. “All for me?”
I couldn’t even form words. All I could do was nod, my hips rocking back against his hand, chasing the friction.
His thumb found my clit, rubbing tight little circles while his fingers fucked me, slow and deep, like he was memorizing the way my body responded.
My moans filled the kitchen, bouncing off the stainless steel and tile, and I didn’t give a damn who heard.
Let them listen. Let them know exactly what he was doing to me.
Roger didn’t stop there. His free hand slid up my back, pushing me forward until my chest was flat against the counter, my ass in the air. He didn’t tease. Didn’t ask. He just pushed, filling me in one long, smooth thrust that had me crying out, my fingers clawing at the countertop.
“Fuck, Roger—” His name tore out of me, half curse, half prayer, as he bottomed out, his hips flush against my ass.
He stayed there for a second, letting me feel every inch of him, stretched tight around his cock.
Then he pulled back, almost all the way out, before slamming back in, hard enough to make my breath stutter.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips, his fingers digging into my skin. “Take it, baby. Take my cock like a good girl.” His praise sent a jolt through me, my pussy clenching around him, and he hissed, his thrusts picking up speed.
The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, wet and obscene, mixed with my moans and his grunts. Every time he bottomed out, his balls slapped against my clit, sending sparks through my nerve endings.
I could feel it building, the tight coil of pleasure in my belly, the way my thighs were starting to shake. I was close. So fucking close. “Roger, I’m gonna—”
“I know,” he cut me off, his voice a dark promise. “But not yet.” And then, without warning, he pulled out, leaving me empty and gasping.
Before I could protest, his arms were around me, lifting me off the ground.
I barely had time to register the shift in gravity before we were airborne, Roger’s flight powers kicking in.
The kitchen dropped away beneath us, the tile floor blurring as he carried me upward, pressing my back against the ceiling.
The cold surface shocked my overheated skin, and I arched into it, my nipples pebbling even harder.
Roger didn’t give me time to adjust. One hand gripped my thigh, hitching it around his waist, and then he was slamming back into me, his cock hitting deeper from this angle, filling me so completely I saw stars.
My nails raked down his shoulders, my legs locking around him as he fucked me against the ceiling, his hips snapping forward with enough force to make the entire building tremble.
“Hold on tight,” he ordered, his voice rough, and then we were moving, spinning in midair, the world blurring around us as he flipped us, my back now to his chest, his cock still buried inside me.
His arm banded around my waist, holding me in place as he thrust up into me, his other hand sliding between my legs, his fingers finding my clit again.
“Oh, god!” The words dissolved into a scream as he rubbed tight circles, his cock pistoning into me while in midair, hitting that spot inside me over and over.
I could feel my orgasm bearing down on me, a freight train of pleasure, and I was powerless to stop it.
My body tightened, my pussy fluttering around his cock, and I knew I was seconds from coming apart.
Roger must’ve felt it too. His breath was ragged against my neck, his thrusts getting shorter, more desperate. “That’s it, Mandie,” he growled, his fingers working my clit faster. “Come on my cock. Show me how good I make you feel.”
And just like that, I shattered.
Pleasure ripped through me, white-hot and all-consuming, my back arching as I screamed his name, my pussy clamping down around him so hard I felt him swell inside me.
He didn’t stop. Didn’t let up. He fucked me through it, drawing out every last tremor, his fingers never leaving my clit, his cock never slowing.
I was still riding the waves of my orgasm when he suddenly stopped, his body going rigid behind me. I whimpered at the loss, my body still throbbing, still needing, but he just held me there, suspended in midair, his cock still buried inside me, his breath coming in harsh gasps.
"Are you afraid of heights?” he asked.
I was still trying to catch my breath. "No, definitely not."
"You still want to go to Hawaii someday?"
"Of course."
Roger grinned at me. "Then you better hold on tighter."
“Why do I need to hold on?” I managed to gasp, my voice barely audible over the rush of air.
Roger’s grin was all teeth, his blue eyes sharp with mischief.
He didn’t answer. Didn’t need to. His hands clamped around my waist, and then, we were moving.
Not flying. Not falling. Zooming. The world dissolved into streaks of gray and white as we punched through the clouds, the cold slapping at my exposed skin like a thousand tiny needles.
I squeezed my eyes shut for half a second, but the disorientation only made it worse. My stomach flipped, my pulse hammering in my throat.
Then, just as suddenly, we stopped.
The silence was deafening. No wind. No movement. Just the distant, muffled crash of waves far below.
I cracked my eyes open.
Beautiful, exotic islands stretched beneath us, a patchwork of emerald and sapphire, the islands glinting under the late afternoon sun.
The ocean sparkled like shattered glass, the whitecaps foaming against the shores.
From this high up, the world looked untouchable.
Perfect. And we were floating above it all, suspended in the sky like gods.
“Is that—?” My voice trembled, but not from the cold.
Roger’s chuckle vibrated against my chest. “Yeah, baby. That’s Maui.”
I should’ve been terrified. Should’ve been screaming about heights, about plummeting to my death, about the fact that we were fucking hovering midair with nothing but thin air beneath us.
But the way his hands gripped my hips, the way his thumb traced slow, possessive circles over the curve of my ass, it short-circuited every rational thought in my head.
“People will see us,” I whispered, but it came out weaker than I intended, my protest already crumbling under the weight of his stare.
His laugh was dark, rough. “We’re too high up, Mandie.” His fingers flexed, pulling me flush against him. The hard ridge of his cock pressed into my thigh, thick and insistent. “And you’re going to be a good girl and take what I give you.”
Before I could argue, he spun me around, and his mouth crashed into mine.
It wasn’t a kiss. It was a claim. His lips bruising, his tongue forcing its way past my teeth, tasting me like he owned me. The wind howled around us, but all I could feel was the heat of him, the way his body caged me in, the way his hands slid down to cup my ass, lifting me effortlessly.
My legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, my heels digging into the small of his back as he ground against me. The friction sent a jolt straight to my clit, my pussy clenching around nothing, aching to be filled.
“Fuck me,” I gasped against his lips, the words torn from me, desperate.
Roger didn’t hesitate.
One hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to expose my throat. His teeth grazed my pulse point, a sharp sting that made me whimper. His cock was there, thick and throbbing, pressing against my entrance.
I didn’t even have time to brace myself before he slammed into me.
A broken cry tore from my throat, my nails raking down his back as he stretched me open, his cock burying itself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. The sky spun. The islands blurred.
All I could focus on was the way he filled me, the way my body clenched around him, my walls fluttering in protest before melting into wet, desperate submission.
“You feel that?” His voice was a growl, rough and low, his breath hot against my ear. “How tight you are around me?”
I couldn’t answer. Couldn’t breathe. His hips snapped forward, driving into me with a force that should’ve been painful, but all it did was send another wave of pleasure crashing through me. My back arched, my tits pressing against his chest, my nipples hard enough to ache.
The wind carried my moans away, but I didn’t care who heard. Didn’t care about anything but the way his cock pounded into me, the way his fingers dug into my ass, holding me in place as he fucked me like he was trying to brand me from the inside out.
Then his hand was between us, his fingers finding my clit with unerring precision.
“Oh, fuck!” The word dissolved into a scream as he rubbed tight, relentless circles, his cock pistoning into me with a rhythm that had my vision whiting out at the edges.
Roger didn’t stop.
His hips stuttered, his thrusts turning erratic as he chased his own release.
I felt his cock swell inside me, felt the way his entire body tensed before he groaned, low and guttural, his cum flooding me in thick, hot pulses.
It spilled out around his cock, dripping down my thighs, the obscene wetness only making me clench harder around him.
For a long moment, we just hung there, suspended in the sky, our breaths ragged, our bodies still locked together. Then Roger pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with my arousal and his cum, and I whimpered at the loss, my pussy already throbbing with the need for more.
“Not done with you yet,” he murmured, his voice dark with promise.
Before I could process the words, he flipped me, pressing my back against his chest. His arm banded around my waist, holding me in place as his other hand slid between my ass cheeks. I felt the slick head of his cock nudge against my asshole, still wet from my own arousal, and my breath hitched.
“Roger, please.”
His hand cracked across my ass, the slap sharp and sudden. The sting radiated through me, making me gasp, my body instinctively pushing back against him.
“Good girls don’t beg,” he growled.
Then he was pushing inside.
I cried out, my fingers clawing at his forearm as he stretched me open, his cock breaching my tight hole inch by inch.
The burn was intense, bordering on painful, but the way his free hand slid up to grip my throat, tilting my head back against his shoulder, made my entire body sing.
His lips brushed the shell of my ear, his breath hot.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice a dark caress. “Take it. Take all of me.”
I whimpered as he bottomed out, my ass flush against his hips, his cock buried to the hilt inside me. For a second, he just held me there, letting me adjust to the stretch, the fullness. Then he started to move.
And fuck.
He didn’t just fuck me. He reamed me. His hips snapping forward with enough force to jolt my entire body, his cock pistoning in and out of my ass with a wet, obscene sound.
Every thrust sent a fresh wave of pleasure-pain coursing through me, my nerve endings alight, my skin too sensitive, too hot.
His hand on my throat tightened just enough to make my pulse roar in my ears, my vision swimming as my second orgasm built, coiling tighter and tighter with each brutal snap of his hips.
“You like that, don’t you?” His voice was a rough purr, his lips grazing the side of my neck. “Like being filled up by my cock?”
I could only nod, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my body trembling on the edge.
“Yeah, you do,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my hip hard enough to bruise. “Such a good girl, taking me so deep.”
His pace faltered, his thrusts turning shallow, erratic. I could feel his cock twitching inside me, his balls drawing up tight against my ass. He was close. So close. And I was right there with him, my entire body coiled like a spring, my orgasm hovering just out of reach, taunting me.
"Come for me, like a good girl," he growled.
I was so ready. My orgasm hit like a freight train, my pussy clamping down around him, my body shuddering violently as pleasure tore through me. I came so hard I saw stars, my nails drawing blood from his shoulders, my throat raw from screaming his name.
His cock was still buried inside me, thick and pulsing, but he went completely still. My breath hitched, my body screaming in protest, my ass clenching around him desperately.
The world tilted.
The sky, the islands, the heat of his body against mine, it all fractured, suspended in a moment that felt endless.
My pulse pounded between my legs, my skin too tight, too sensitive, every nerve ending alight with denied pleasure.
I could feel the slickness between my thighs, the way my own arousal dripped down my legs, the way his cum from earlier had long since cooled against my skin.
His breath was hot against my neck, his cock still buried inside me, thick and unyielding.
“We have to get back to the Keystone before the others," he whispered.
"Can we wait a couple more minutes?" I asked.
"Sure."
There we were, hanging.
Suspended.
It was a beautiful moment, before we raced back to my prison.