Page 31 of Shared By the Pilots

When I stood back up, I saw that he hadn’t bothered to hide the way he was watching me. “Got plans tonight?” he asked.

“Actually, I’ve got a date with a handsome pilot who secretly knows how to salsa dance, even though he pretends to be a big serious former Air Force guy.”

His eyes flickered with amusement. “Well, I hope you two have fun.”

“I know we will.”

On the other side of the drink cart, Dex rolled his eyes.

The rest of our route passed without much excitement, and when we landed in Houston that evening, I immediately drove to the address Luke gave me. He lived in a nice three-story condo a few miles from the airport, but I didn’t see much of it because we were busy making out while walking up the steps to his bedroom on the third floor.

The chemistry we’d had in Miami hadn’t faded one bit in the past three days. Luke pulled my uniform skirt up around my waist and buried his face in my panties, pulling them aside and then eating me out like I was the in-flight meal he had been waiting to devour. And after fantasizing about him during all three flights today, I found myself rocked by a quick orgasm that had him rumbling happily into my wet folds.

Then Luke stripped off his pilot uniform and grabbed my legs, pulling me to the edge of the bed. He guided his cock up and down my drenched slit, teasing me. I wanted him desperately, and he seemed to sense it, because he didn’t make me wait long: he buried his hard length into me, pulling my legs up until they were resting on his shoulders. It was from that angle that he pounded me mercilessly, crashing deep into me with every stroke, one hand squeezing my breast while the other remained wrapped around one leg.

The sight of him was beautiful; a painting of tan muscles from his navel to his neck, chest covered with a smattering of dark hair. The bulging muscles glistened with sweat, contracting and squeezing together as he fucked me with every deep stroke. The view of him alone might have been enough to bring me to another climax, but paired with his cock plunging into my pussy again and again, my orgasm came in wave after wave of pleasure, an ecstasy so intense from this angle that I let out an endless scream of bliss.

And as soon as I came down from it, I pulled Luke down onto the bed and rolled over until I was on top of him. Still reeling from my climax, I rode him like I was trying to win first place at the Houston rodeo. Soon I was moaning again while slamming my hips down onto his body, and his deep voice joined me quickly, crying out in shock and heavenly pleasure as his cock spasmed inside of me, filling me with his load, pulse after pulse of it until he finally went still. Only then did I collapse on top of him, my lips finding his in a long, sweaty kiss.

“Sorry for the noise,” I purred some time later. “I know you share walls with your neighbors.”

“Don’t be sorry.” He tapped the wall behind the headboard with a thick finger. “These neighbors have four kids, and they bounce off the walls constantly. It’s about time I return the favor.”

“You mean this is the first time you’ve had a woman scream in pleasure in your bedroom?” I teased.

He turned to smile at me. “That was definitely the loudest they’ve ever heard. From a guest of mine,andfrom me.”

I nodded. “Good answer.”

“You know, I intended on taking you out on a proper date tonight,” he said. “To a restaurant, with food and drinks and maybe some nice background music.”

“And I intended to fuck you so hard you pulled a muscle,” I replied. “But sometimes we allcomeup short.”

He winced and reached underneath him. “Actually, I arched my back so hard there at the end that I might have pulled something.”

“Worth it?” I asked.

He grinned. “As of right now, all evidence points to: yes. It was very worth it.”

“Another good answer.” I sighed and rested back onto the pillows. “We got in late, anyway. I wouldn’t have wanted to go out.”

“Some other time,” he promised.

“I don’t care where we go, as long as we always end up back here, waking your neighbors the same way.”

“A noble goal.” His fingers gently caressed across my nipples, sending a shiver up my spine. “Have you thought about the freelance job? Working for Bernie?”

“I’m definitely interested,” I replied. “At the very least, I’ll give it a try. Then decide from there.”

“I think once you see how easy the passengers are, and how large the paycheck is, you’ll be hooked,” he replied.

For a little while, we lay there together, idly touching each other.

“There is one thing,” I finally said. “Another pilot came up to me in the terminal and warned me not to take the job.”

Luke sat upright in bed, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Who?”

“His name is Taylor Hawkins. I ran into him in Miami while picking up my luggage the other day; I don’t really know him at all.”

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