In Flight Page 2

  Groaning, I rolled my eyes and answered finally. “Yes, sir. I fly often.”

  “Do you travel only for work or do you go on trips on your own?” he asked as his fingers moved again.

  “Work mostly,” I said without thinking.

  And that’s how the rest of the flight went. He asked me horribly boring questions, most of which I answered without thinking. I was more focused on reaching my release, but he was somehow able to know every time I got too close or if I got too distracted and if I didn’t answer, he would stop.

  I had no idea how long he played his little game, but I was growing exhausted from being kept on the edge for so long without being able to orgasm.

  Thankfully, the stewardess announced we were getting ready to descend. As much as I enjoyed his attention, I needed a few minutes alone so I could finally get off. It was almost painful, and apparently, he wasn’t going to help me get there.

  I tried to shift away so he’d know I was done playing, instead he moved with me and smiled sweetly.

  “I’m done,” I told him since he couldn’t take the hint.

  “I’m not,” he said as if I didn’t have any real choice in the matter.

  Just when I was going to say more, his fingers sped up and a third finger joined in. As the plane pointed downward and the wheels made loud noises, I leaned back in my seat, hoping that finally he was going to let me get off.

  It wasn’t happening though. Whether tired from playing for too long or just no longer excited by his fingers, my body wasn’t getting as excited. Maybe it was the fact that the altitude was changing.

  Ben grunted before pulling his hand from under the jacket and out of me, but it was only a moment later when his opposite hand was taking it’s place as he leaned on his hip toward me. Only two fingers entered me, but the new angle had me holding back a groan. He wasn’t gentle anymore as his fingers thrust roughly into me and his lips crashed into mine, just in time to swallow a moan that I wouldn’t have been able to hold back. My orgasm washed over me, sending a fire roaring through my body as the plane touched down with a few bumps that jostled us around but did nothing to stop me from enjoying the pleasure I was finally to get.

  Pulling back, Ben smiled and slowly removed his hand before bringing them up to his lips. With a wink, he slipped his fingers into his mouth, letting out a low growl as he tasted my come. As the plane rolled to a stop and then taxied to our gate, I tried to maneuver my skirt back around and get it zipped up. Ben took his jacket and returned it to his lap without a word to me.

  When the plane made it to the gate, everyone stood to exit the plane except Ben, which also forced me to remain seated. Eventually everyone else made their way out, then Ben stood and walked toward the door, disappearing from my world without another word or even a glance back. Sighing at my foolishness, I pulled my purse from under the seat before tugging my bag from the overhead storage. I moved at a much slower pace with the other final passengers as we all made our way off the plane.

  When I walked out of the gateway, I was surprised to find Ben standing there with his hands in his pockets. Trying not to embarrass myself, I ducked my head and tried to walk past him as if he was any other passenger. It had been fun, but it had ended awkwardly, which I suppose all quickies do; still, I felt uncomfortable looking at him.

  When I saw black dress shoes fall in step with me, I lifted my head to find he was walking with me. Immediately, I stopped and couldn’t help but stare at him.

  Taking a small step closer and lowering his voice, Ben asked, “Want to find out what it’s really like to be with me?”

  My head said “no,” but my body screamed “yes”. My panties were still soaked from the orgasm he’d given me only minutes before. He hadn’t asked me for anything in return, but he was giving me the chance to return the favor and have some more fun. I couldn’t deny how nice it had been to not think about work in ages. Not to mention, how it had felt when he took over and simply told me what to do. I knew it was absolutely the stupidest thing I could do, but I licked my dry lips and gave a quick nod.

  Reaching for the handle of my bag, he smiled. Once I relinquished it, he wrapped an arm around my waist and led me toward the baggage claim area.

  “Did you check any bags?” he asked, dragging my luggage behind us.

  “Uh, no.” I had to clear my throat to answer. I was nervous. I had to be absolutely out of my mind and yet I found myself easily going with him. Once we exited the secure part of the airport, we were greeted by people holding signs as they waited for various passengers to disembark. On the other side was the baggage claim area, but Ben turned us toward the crowd, which we’d have to navigate through to get to the doors that led outside.

  “Charlie,” Ben paused and nodded at a man in a suit with a black hat under his arm.

  I would’ve walked right past the man as he was standing off to the side. He didn’t hold a sign stating he was waiting for someone or any other outward indication that he was looking for someone specific. Then again, he didn’t have to as Ben had found him.

  “Sir.” The older man nodded and fell in step with us as Ben continued toward the door. Outside, Charlie rushed to open the back door of a black sedan. Not exactly the type of car I expected to need a driver for, but I bit my tongue interested to see what Ben had in mind. What did I know? I normally drove myself or took cabs.

  “Thank you,” Ben said, handing off my bag to the man before sliding into the backseat beside me. Smirking at me, he pulled the door closed before Charlie could do it for him. “Now I’ve got you.”

  “Yes, you do.” I forced a smile even as I felt just how trapped I was in the backseat of a driven car with a stranger in a town other than my hometown.

  “There you go again. Getting all tense when it was meant as a joke. I have no ill intentions; if I did, I wouldn’t have let Charlie see you. He’d sell me out in a minute, even if he is about as loyal as they come.” Ben laughed a bit as he pulled a cell phone from his pocket. “Which reminds me…” He trailed off as he tapped out a message on it before returning the device to his pocket. Moments later, he took it out again. Again, he rapidly slid his fingers across the screen, a smile on his face as he did so. Putting the phone away, he turned to me with a proud smile I didn’t understand.

  “Where to, sir?” Charlie asked as he got comfortable in the front seat.

  “The penthouse,” Ben answered him, but scooted closer to me. “I have a surprise for you. A good one, I promise.”

  “Already? How’d I get so lucky?” I didn’t see how he could’ve managed to plan anything special since he’d only just met me but played along.

  “You’ll see. We will be at the penthouse shortly.” Ben rested a hand on my thigh but turned to look out the front window.

  “Have a good trip, sir?” Charlie asked when there were more than a few moments of quiet.

  “Sure did. Happy to be home as always.” Ben’s finger made small circles on my leg, but he didn’t look my direction again.

  The rest of the drive was quiet. The more time that passed, the more I nervously chewed on my lower lip. Ben’s finger tugged down on my chin, making my lip slip from my teeth.

  “Stop that. You’ll make your lip bleed,” he said before leaning in for a soft kiss. “You’ll enjoy what I have in mind.”

  “Do you do this often?” I asked then slapped a hand to my mouth in surprise. I hadn’t meant to let that thought actually be vocalized, but I couldn’t take it back.

  “No. I don’t. Do you?” Ben took it in stride, but his hand slipped off my thigh.

  “No,” I whispered and looked out the side window again.

  Thankfully, the car pulled to a stop in front of a large building, ending the uncomfortable moment. Charlie hopped out of the front while I peered at the building, I’d never seen it before. Ben climbed out and then helped me out of the car where I found Charlie waiting with my suitcase. Taking it from him, Ben smiled then held out an elbow for me to wrap my hand th
rough.

  He led me inside the immaculate lobby and directly to a bank of elevators without a saying a word. As the elevator lifted us to the selected floor, he lowered his mouth to my ear and a large hand moved to rest on my hip. It was just in the elevator, but I still jumped at the light touch.

  “Breathe. If you keep an open mind and accept the pleasure I have in store for you, you’ll be more than happy you came back to my place.” His breath was warm as it caressed my ear. A shiver ran down my back making me aware of not only his proximity but also the fact that he could have just about anything planned for me. I tried not to listen to the little voice in my head that said it could be something not good and focus on the one that said it could also be something fantastic, like our plane ride had been.

  When the doors opened, he once again offered me his elbow, and I rested my hand in his arm. He walked almost to the other end of the hallway before stopping to open one of the numbered doors. “Here we are,” he announced as he held the door to let me enter first.

  I stepped over the threshold and nearly stumbled, not from clumsiness, but from surprise. It was a massive apartment with large glass windows lining one whole wall. “Wow…” I sighed as I looked around. Unexpectedly, I was spun around and my back was pressed to the wall as lips crashed into mine. My purse slid off my shoulder, falling to the ground beside us.

  Ben was no longer gentle, but forceful and demanding — dominating. His fingers pressed roughly into my hips as he lifted me off the floor, my legs instantly wrapped around his waist. One of his hands moved into my hair, tugging my head back, making me break the kiss. Once free, his lips dropped down to leave wet, drugging kisses on the column of my neck.

  I dug my fingers into his shoulders as a moan slipped from my throat. The roughness had me growing wet for him. My pulse raced from his kisses on my sensitive skin.

  “I’ve been so hard since I had my fingers in your pussy. I could fuck you right against this wall.” Ben groaned against my throat as he thrust his hips against mine.

  “Now, now… That wouldn’t be fair,” an unexpected voice said from the other side of the room. My legs dropped from around Ben’s waist as my eyes searched for the source of the voice. Standing with one shoulder leaning against the wall of windows was a near replica of Ben, only in jeans and a t-shirt instead of the button-up shirt and slacks that Ben wore.

  “Ah, horrible timing as usual. Summer, meet Bryce, my twin. I told you I had a surprise for you. Although, now I’m wondering if I should’ve saved you all for myself.” Ben nipped at my bottom lip before stepping back. “After our little adventure on the plane, I knew you would be just the right woman to share with my brother. See, it takes a special woman to keep the interest of two men. A woman who can handle having the full attention of two men, four hands, two tongues, and two needy cocks. Do you think you can handle it?”

  Before I could even wrap my head around actually being shared by two men, Bryce was stepping closer and pulling his shirt over his head. “I think you can. Let us show you just how much better it is.”

  He dropped to his knees in front of me and was pushing my skirt up as I looked wide-eyed at Ben, who smiled comfortingly while he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

  Breathing deeply, my world spun as Bryce pulled my panties down to my knees before diving in. His tongue lapped at me even as I struggled to get my panties the rest of the way off. When I lifted my leg to get them from around my foot, he groaned and lifted my thigh to his shoulder. He flicked at my clit once he gained better access and had me struggling to stay upright, but I didn’t have to worry about that as Ben stepped up to my side, sans shirt.

  “Feel good?” he asked but was kissing me before I even opened my mouth. His fingers teased my nipples that pressed out through my bra while his tongue slipped into my mouth. Bryce surprised me by sliding a finger into me while he kept the assault on my clit going.

  “Oh, I’m going to…” I gasped when Ben finally let me speak. My orgasm was already rushing over me before I could even finish the sentence. Wave after wave of bliss washed over me as Bryce laughed but kept dragging his tongue over my lower region. Ben had both of my hands over my head, clasped in his hand.

  “Tell me you didn’t enjoy that. I dare you.” Ben’s eyes glistened as he smiled devilishly. “I think you want to get a spanking anyway. You have been a naughty little girl. Letting me get you off on the plane. Letting my brother eat you out before you are even undressed. Shame on you.”

  I was still floating on the endorphins from my release; I’d been spanked many times before and enjoyed the slight pain that came from them.

  “First…” Bryce held up a condom in front of Ben’s face. He took over holding my hands as Ben stepped back.

  Turning away, Ben dropped his pants and kicked them aside before rolling the condom over his erect penis. He quickly unzipped my skirt before grabbing my hips roughly again, lifting me off the floor. My skirt still hung from one foot even as he lowered me down onto him while his brother continued to hold my hands against the wall.

  Ben groaned as he used short thrust until he was finally able to get fully seated in me. As he paused to let me adjust to his girth, Bryce released my hands to yank my shirt over my head. My bra disappeared next and his mouth was on my nipple, making me gasp.

  Apparently deciding I ready for him, Ben thrust into me as Bryce teased my nipple. My hands lowered and I threaded my fingers into Bryce’s hair, which was just a bit longer than Ben’s.

  “Shit, you distracted me,” Bryce said, grabbing my wrists again and pinning them to the wall above my head once more. His eyes met mine as he smirked. “No touching for you.”

  The fast and hard rhythm Ben was thrusting into me had me closing my eyes as Bryce went back to my nipples, even as he continued to hold my wrists captive.

  “Yes, you feel so good,” Ben moaned as he thrust harder into me, making my back slap against the wall.

  My body was overwhelmed especially when Bryce gripped both my wrists in one hand, dropping his other one to tease my clit as Ben pounded away. I bit down on my bottom lip as I tried to hold off my orgasm. I didn’t want to come again so soon, but my body didn’t listen as sharp, almost painful tingles started at my clit and exploded outward in an instant, making me yell out.

  “Shit, shit, shit,” Ben bellowed as his thrusting grew erratic. Only moments later, he grunted as he too found his release. He pressed a kiss to my lips, letting our tongues mingle for a moment before stepping back and sliding out of me. “I didn’t mean to come yet. Damn, when your pussy clenched me so tight…” He smiled, shaking his head. “I couldn’t help it.”

  “It’s okay. I’ll take care of it from here.” Bryce laughed as he scooped me up in his arms. He carried me out of the room and into the one he’d appeared from. It was a bedroom.

  After laying me on the bed, he climbed over me. A knee on either side of my waist, he threaded his fingers with mine, lifting my arms over my head once again. He wrapped my fingers around two of the slats in the headboard before skimming his palms over the underside of my arms until they were even with my face. Cupping my cheeks, he lowered his head to mine for a sweet, chaste kiss.

  “Keep them there or I’ll bind them,” he said before shifting off me to one side. When he moved out of the way, I spotted Ben entering the room. Closing the door softly, he grinned at me, but he leaned against the door and watched instead of joining. His penis was flaccid against his thigh telling me he wasn’t quite ready for round two yet.

  Bryce brought my attention back to him when his mouth returned to my breast. He licked, sucked, and nipped everywhere but on the nipple of either breast. The teasing had my light pink buds tingling, yearning for direct stimulation. When his warm lips finally captured my nipple, my back arched off the bed. My pussy was throbbing already. I’d never been with someone who was so skilled at teasing without actually touching somewhere naught. Most men went right in for what they wanted instead of turning me on to the point whe
re I wanted to beg for more.

  I jumped when I felt another presence between my calves. Lifting my head, I saw it was Ben, crawling up the bed. His penis was still flaccid, but he didn’t seem to care as he kissed his way up between my thighs, spreading them as he moved upward. When he got high enough, he gave one long, slow lick up my slit.

  A rough exhale escaped while I squeezed my fingers around the headboard, fighting the urge to grab a hold of either of their heads and force them to give me more. I felt like a live wire, bursting with electricity. Every touch, every caress only sent me higher and higher without being enough to push me into bliss. It was amazing, incredible, and yet, on the edge of being too much. Never in my life had I experienced so many orgasms in such a short period of time, nor had I ever been as turned on as I was at that very moment. They were both so attentive and knew exactly what they were doing. I could barely keep up.

  Bryce rolled to his back and stroked his erection. “Come here.”

  When I glanced down, signaling I was being held down by Ben as he continued to tease me with light licks, Bryce reached down and tugged at Ben’s short hair. Ben lifted his head and glared at Bryce.

  “My turn,” Bryce growled, but Ben winked before backing off. A condom appeared in my face. “Put it on,” Bryce instructed.

  I ripped open the package and used both hands not only to unroll the condom over his length, but also to stroke him until he grabbed my wrist.

  “Enough. Ride me. Now.” There was no room for argument. His voice was deeper, more demanding than it had been since I arrived.

  Throwing a leg over his hips, I reached between my thighs to line his erection up before slowly sinking down on him. I was still wet enough from all the attention I was getting to sink all the way down the first time. Once he was fully in me, I paused as my eyes rolled back. They might be twins, but I could tell that Bryce was much bigger — not that I would ever admit it to either of them.