Page 14 of Shared By the Pilots

“Good night, Veronica,” he said, stepping back so I could exit the elevator.

I felt his eyes on me as I walked down the hall. I gazed over my shoulder and saw that he was holding the “Door Open” button so he could watch me. It made me wonder if he was going to change his mind.

But then he let go, and the doors closed.

Alone in my hotel room, I felt unfulfilled. I was full of sexual energy, an energy that had steadily built all night, and now had no way to relieve it. I briefly considered crawling into the sheets andtaking care of myself, so to speak, but that wasn’t going to cut it. Especially since I hadn’t brought my vibrator on this trip.

“Damn you Dex for making me agree to this,” I muttered. “And damn you Luke for giving me the female equivalent of blue balls. Blue ovaries.”

I decided the best course of action was to drown my sexual frustration with chocolate. There was a vending machine by the elevator. I grabbed my clutch and opened the door.

And nearly ran right into Luke, who was standing in front of my door with a fist raised, preparing to knock. He took a nervous step back, then hefted the bottle in his other hand.

“I bought this Mezcal earlier. If you wanted to…”

I threw myself into his arms.

8

Veronica

The bottle of Mezcal hit the carpeted hotel floor with a thud, then rolled a few feet down the hall. Suddenly locked in a desperate kiss, neither of us noticed—or cared. I was held in the air in Luke’s arms, squeezing my legs around him tightly. His fingers dug into my ass where he held me, holding me more possessively than he had on the dance floor.

“I had to have you,” he breathed.

“Not as badly as I need you.”

He carried me into the room and kicked the door closed behind us. His kisses were tender, but I could sense his deeper desire underneath the surface. Waiting to be unleashed.

Luke dumped me onto the edge of the bed, then pulled my baggy pants off in one smooth motion. I arched my back as he ran his hands over my thighs, kissing the skin around my knee and working his way up.

Glad I got that wax last week, I thought as he pulled my panties aside. Then all thoughts of modesty disappeared as he kissed my drenched lips, his nose brushing against my clit in the process. Another kiss, then another—he was worshiping my pussy rather than eating me out properly. Like he was savoring the way I tasted.

And it drove me wild.

I squirmed on the edge of the bed while he teased me, gripping my thighs in his strong arms while burying his face into my wet folds. Then he began truly going down on me, his tongue licking in all the right ways.

I gazed down at the beautiful sight: this darkly handsome airline pilot spreading my legs wide while his head moved between my legs, eating me out. He took my outer lips in his mouth and sucked on them gently, then did the same with my clit. Then his tongue was swirling, up and down and all around, touching every nerve ending I had.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, yes…”

His tongue went rigid and he fucked me with it, shoving my lips apart and pressing as deep as he could inside my pussy. Back and forth he moved like that, a steady fucking with his long tongue, and I wanted to press my hips into his face but his grip on my legs wouldn’t let me move.

I melted into the comforter while my pleasure rose with his steady strokes. Soon he was adding a tongue flick to the end of his thrust, licking deep within my inner walls. All the while his nose rubbed against my clit, the tiniest amount of friction each time he buried his tongue inside me. It drove me insane. The good kind of insane. The kind that wipes away all other thought until the world narrows to this man’s chiseled face and what it was doing to me.

Abruptly he switched his focus to my clit, long tongue strokes up and down the surface and then increasing speed until they were rapid little flutters, like a drumroll of pleasure across my sensitive little nub. My breathing became shallow and his grip on my legs tightened as if he was afraid I would run away.

I came suddenly and without warning; the pleasure grabbed me like a giant fist and threw me into the air, weightless and screaming as everything swirled and glowed and pulsed. I grabbed a handful of Luke’s hair, holding on for dear life while everything went bright and hummed, temporarily blocking out most of my senses.

When I opened my eyes, Luke was looking up at me, grinning with satisfaction. “I thoroughly enjoyed making you come.”

“Not as much as I enjoyed it,” I purred.

“Now for what I really want,” he said, climbing up on top of me. His kiss gave me a hint of my own scent, a reminder of what he had just been doing.

I want you too. I want you so badly.

But I wasn’t ready for it yet, so I rolled Luke over until he was on his back. I wanted to drag it out, extend the night.

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