Page 27 of Defined and Defiled
I nod and turn away from him. I'm sure that at any minute someone will notice we're just here in their room, but for now, I'm enjoying the scenery. It's the perfect view to avoid Richard's face.
"When we were flying, you were pressed up next to me."
"Yes, did you not like that?"
I turn towards him.
"I liked it very much."
Richard's eyes light up when he catches my meaning, and his cocky smile makes an appearance.
"Shirley, you naughty girl."
I shrug.
"Does it count as the Mile High Club if we're not in a plane?"
"I think we can rack up some mileage and find out."
It's much easier to wiggle out of my tights and panties on this stranger's roof than it was in the passenger seat of my car. I leave them behind as a little gift to the owners.
This time, when Richard lifts me, we are facing each other. I cross my arms across his back and hold on to the top of him.
His mouth is aligned with my chest, a fact he is very aware of as I feel his mouth on my right breast, sucking my nipples through my dress. I can barely feel his beard prickling through the layers.
"Richard." I pant. I want to hurry along and move to the main event. I feel his teeth graze my nipples in a warning bite.
"Patience, Shirley," He says before licking the ache of his teeth away and moving to my left breast. "I've got you. Trust me."
"I don't know how much more trusting it can get than allowing yourself to be flown around pantiless," I argue.
"Do you remember what they did in book two?" He asked me.
"You can't expect us to do that." I protest.
The feel of Richard's cocks springing out underneath me is answer enough.
The lengthy cock springs up between Richard and me. I am already well acquainted with this one, but it's the small one pressed against my backside that catches my attention.
"She wasn't flying in the air when they did this." I protest.
"She wasn't you," is Richard's immediate response.
I admire Richard's faith in my upper body strength as I lift my hips up a little.
I was wet before, but the cold air has cooled me off some. Richard must sense that since he brings out my favorite bookmark to play. His ribbon slides between us and teases my wetness back. Richard stops flying, content to just float in the air as his ribbon folds itself over my clit. It doesn't take long to reignite the heat I'd built from grinding on Richard's spine.
He keeps an arm on my back while the other moves to my hip, lifting me enough to ease his longer cock inside.
"God, you're doing great, Shirley. You feel as perfect in my arms as I thought you would."
I rock against him, the hard concrete below us is so much less important than how good Richard feels inside of me.
"You're being such a good girl for me, but we both know you can take more, can't you." Richard lifts me off his cock and I whimper out an incoherent protest. His ribbon slips between my legs, soaking in all the moisture there before he settles me back on his cock.
"Dirty Shirley, getting my ribbon all wet." He chides. "But that's alright because we know what to do with that."
His ribbon slowly moves along my thigh until it reaches my backside.
