The Ending I Want(74)

I force myself to look out the window again. He’s right. The views are stunning. We’re flying over fields now with green grass and trees everywhere.

“Flying at night is even better. Everything is lit up. I’ll bring you out one night, so you can see.”

Night flight? I don’t think so.

“Sounds hideous. I’m good, thanks.”

I give him a tight smile, and he laughs.

I look back out the window, still seeing fields and the odd farmhouse scattered around.

Now that we’re up here, my fear doesn’t seem as magnified as it did when we were on the ground, waiting to set off. In a weird way, being up here with Liam is serene and peaceful.

We fly in silence for a while. And I know I should be looking at the view, but the one in the plane is so much better. And staring at Liam keeps my mind away from thinking about how high we are off the ground.

I can’t stop staring at him. He seems so at ease up here, and he looks beyond hot. So commanding, sitting here, flying his airplane.

There’s just something so insanely sexy about seeing the man I’m sleeping with in charge of this huge piece of machinery.

I mean, Liam looks hot when he drives a car. The sight of his hands on the steering wheel does something to me. But, looking at him now, controlling this big metal tin…is crazy hot.

And, now, all I can think about is how it feels to have his hands on me…and to have my hands on him.

I’m starting to feel really hot…and turned on.

Fuck. I want him.

My hands are literally itching to touch him.

I look away from Liam and clench my fists in and out, flexing my fingers.

Easy, tiger, you can’t have him right now.

Can I?

I look back to him. He’s biting his lower lip as he stares out the window, deep in thought. He looks beautiful.

I really need to touch him…

Ah, f*ck it.

Reaching my hand over, I slide it over his thigh and to his crotch. I cup his cock through his jeans.

Surprised eyes flash to mine.

“Babe…” There’s wariness in his voice but a hint of intrigue, too.

And it’s that intrigue that has me saying, “Have you ever been blown at twenty thousand feet?” I whisper.

Holy shit, listen to me, little Miss Seductress.

Eyes on mine, he shakes his head. I know he’s not speaking because the radio microphone near his mouth is still on, and the people at the other end might hear him.

I drag my teeth over my lower lip, teasing him. “Well, you’re about to be.”

I don’t know who this chick is that’s in my driving seat right now, but she’s kind of awesome, and apparently, she gets hot while watching her man fly a plane.

Her man?

The words stutter in my brain.

But I shove it aside, ignoring it, and focus back on Liam, who is staring at me with a heat in his eyes that I’ve never seen before.

“Is it safe to take off our seat belts, or do I just work around them?”

In answer, Liam unclips his seat belt, moving it aside. I remove mine but keep it close by—you know, just in case.

I reach over and pop open the button on his jeans, and then I slide the zipper down. I pull my headset off, putting it on my seat beside me.

I reach inside his jeans and curl my fingers around him. He’s as hard as stone already. Knowing I have this effect on him gives me a crazy amount of confidence to see this through.

I squeeze his dick, and his chest jumps on a breath.

I free his cock from its confines and stare down at it.

Can a cock be beautiful? Because, if one can be, then his truly is.

I lean down and lick the tip, loving the silky feel of it on my tongue.

He reaches over, turns off a switch, and then pulls his own headset off, tossing it on top of the plane’s dashboard.

His fingers glide into my hair. He grips the strands and tilts my head to the side, so I’m staring up into his eyes. His eyes look like they’re on fire.

“Suck it hard.” The commanding rasp in his voice has my panties wet and my mouth watering for him.

Lowering my mouth back to him, I move my hand off his cock. I stick my tongue out and lick a path from root to tip. His hips jerk up, his hand tightening in my hair.

“Fuck,” he groans.

There’s pre-cum leaking from the tip. I lick it up. The salty taste of him is such a massive turn-on. It reminds me of hot, hard, sweaty sex.

Taking him back in my hand, I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. I hear a growl come from deep within him.

“Don’t f*cking tease me, Taylor. Suck it now.”

I can’t help but smile at his dominance.

The alpha in him turns me on so much. My clit is begging to be touched. But she’ll have to wait because this, right now, is about him.

I lick my lips, wetting them. Then, opening my mouth, I slide his cock inside and give him what he wants.

“Taylor,” he shudders out my name.

Liam’s hand leaves my hair, gripping the yoke, like he needs to hold it for balance. Well, he does need to keep flying the plane, I guess.

As I suck him, his hips start to move up in short little jerks, in time with my mouth.

“You’re so f*cking hot,” he grinds out. “So…f*cking…hot.”

I lift my eyes to his face, his cock still in my mouth.