Page 15 of Shared By the Pilots

“I know what you want,” I said, pulling off his shirt and tossing it aside. I paused at the sight; Luke might have left the Air Force years ago, but he still had the body of a man right out of Basic Training. His torso was lined with taut muscle, from his broad shoulders down to a perfect six-pack of abs. He even had those delicious pelvic lines, like runways pointing toward his crotch.

I kissed along his sternum, tickling the soft strands of dark hair that were there, and let my hands drift down to his thighs. He was rock-hard inside his jeans, and I considered teasing him, drawing things out until he squirmed, but I didn’t have as much patience as I originally thought. While my lips drifted to his abs, my fingers removed his belt and unclasped the button of his jeans, and with a quick yank he was down to his boxer-briefs. They clung to his thighs like another layer of skin, a hard cylinder of cock pushing against the fabric eagerly.

As I tugged down the elastic of his boxer-briefs, his hard length slid out. He sighed into my hair.

Running my hand along his shaft, caressing its hardness, I let my lips slowly move down his abs. He trembled and ran his fingers into my hair, not guiding or tugging, but simply feeling me. My fingers tightened around his base and he exhaled as I began stroking him, up and down, his skin hot in my palm.

I gazed up at him. The look he gave me was one of pure, unfiltered desire.

My lips brushed past his tip. A polite acknowledgement. And then I tilted my head and opened my lips wide and took him into my mouth, not just the head but the entire thing, as deep as I could go, almost feeling my gag reflex kicking in. But I didn’t care because I wanted to feel all of him, needed it to feel as good as possible after the way he had expertly guided me into an orgasm. He groaned with surprise and bliss, and then I pulled back, keeping my lips as tight around his circumference as I could.

“You feel amazing,” he said.

I gripped the base of his shaft with one hand and caressed my sex with the other as I went down on him, slowly bobbing my head on his hard cock. His pleasure only added to mine, every groan and gasp adding fuel to my ecstasy.

His breathing grew faster as I worked, each gasp sending shockwaves of pleasure into my ears. I wanted to make him come, to pull every ounce of his load from his body, to feel the evidence of his ecstasy. My desire urged me on, faster and faster, until I was moaning into his cock as I worked, my spare fingers rubbing my clit in a broad circle.

“I want you,” he breathed, hands clenching into my hair.

“Then take me,” I said, abandoning my plan of getting him off first. “I promise I’m not fragile.”

I paused, waiting to see if he knew what I was asking. I liked it when a man took charge in the bedroom. Especially a man like Luke who was used to giving orders. I wanted to surrender to him, to let him do whatever he wanted with me.

The smile on his face twisted with lust as he understood the assignment. He rolled me over, grabbing both of my wrists and pulling them over my head. He gripped them both in one large hand, pinning my arms to the bed.

Being held down on the bed, not just with his hand but with his entire bare chest covering mine, was a freeing sensation. Luke was in charge, now. He kissed me deeply while grinding back and forth, the underside of his stiff length rubbing against my clit again and again.

And on one of the strokes, his crown slid down and into my soaking lips. Lubricated from my blowjob, he could have slid inside with ease. But he gave me just the tip, moving back and forth a few millimeters at a time. Taunting me with what I really wanted. I already knew he was big, but now I couldsenseit between my legs. A weight that was full of potential, yet was being withheld for some reason.

“I like watching you squirm,” he rumbled.

“I bet you do. But what Ireallywant…”

I trailed off as he drove his cock into me in one long stroke. Inch after inch of it filled me until I thought I couldn’t handle any more. And all the while he continued pinning my hands above my head with wonderful pressure.

“That’swhat you really wanted?” he said, groaning.

I tried to say yes, but I didn’t have the words. I closed my eyes and kissed him again as he began to move, fucking me steadily into the impossibly-soft comforter.

Maybe breaking my rule about pilots was a good idea after all.

Luke felt amazing. Not just his cock, but everywhere our bodies touched felt like an electric current of pleasure. He was new, and strong, and exciting, and it was wonderful to drop all of my rules and expectations and simplybewith a man for the first time.

I desperately wanted to touch myself, to reach between my legs and rub a fire into my clitoris until I was screaming with a second orgasm. But when I tried breaking out of his grasp, Luke squeezed my wrists tighter. He smiled against my kiss as if knowing what I wanted.

And then making the conscious decision not to give it to me.

“I told you I wasn’t fragile,” I said when I couldn’t take any more. “But you’re still treating me like I might break.”

“Fragile like a bomb,” he said with a grin, continuing to gyrate into me slowly. “You want to explode?”

I bit my lip and nodded.

“What if I don’t want to let you explode?”

“Then I’ll be a very unhappy girl,” I replied. “Captain Hendricks.”

I said the title as lustily as I could. Nothing changed for a few seconds, and I feared that he would continue torturing me. Then he leaned back, releasing his grip on my wrists and crouching back on his haunches. I didn’t have time to touch myself though because he was pulling me up, spinning me around until I was on my hands and knees.

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