Welcome back my lovely readers on this fine Saturday/Sunday depending on where you are. I myself am in Sydney so it's midnight and just clicked over to Sunday, January 2nd 2011. Why the hell does it matter to you what time it is where I am? Well, because if you find yourself enjoying this story then you'll want to know when it will be updated. My current plan is for this time every week—or two if something intervenes with my schedule. But regardless, it will always be midnight on Sunday for me.
Without further chit chat, I present...
Mile High
Chapter Two
Autopilot
Three minutes later she slipped back in and locked the door again. "I'd have been back sooner but I fell over, thanks for that."
I laughed quietly, mental images of Rosalie falling over awkwardly in the tiny sleeper cabin flashed through my head. "You lived. Sit down."
Now clothed in a skirt and short sleeved top, she slipped into the co-pilots seat and locked herself back in. I pulled away from the line of clouds and the plane almost instantly became steady.
"I just put us all in danger, in case you didn't realize that already. You'd better have some kind of comedy act up your sleeve to make it worthwhile."
I could feel her looking at me for a minute but I didn't look away from the sky. She spoke after taking another moment to consider her words. "What did the heiress say to the pilot?"
"Induct me into the Mile High club?" I guessed, technically she had said that already.
"Oh, so you've heard this joke before?"
"It rings a bell."
"Damn. Um, have you heard the one about the bicycle riding nuns?"
I shook my head.
"Two nuns were riding their bikes down the cobblestone driveway from the convent. One nun says to the other: I've never cum this way before."
"You're terrible." I chuckled.
"I went to an all girls school that focused on religion and love of one another. We knew every nun joke around." she explained.
"Naw, poor you." I teased.
"Poor me." she agreed with a smile. "They get worse. The nun jokes."
"Well don't make empty promises." I encouraged her.
"Four nuns were killed in a car accident. When they got to heaven Saint Peter was waiting for them at the gate. He said: Ladies please confess your sins so you can pass through the gates. The first nun says: Saint Peter, I must confess that I once saw a man's penis. Saint Peter tells her not to worry and that washing her eyes out with holy water will grant her forgiveness. The second nun moves forward and says: I must confess that I once touched a man's penis. Saint Peter tells her that that is truly a sin but that if she washes her hands in holy water she will be forgiven.
"While this is happening the third and fourth nuns are a few feet away yelling and cursing at each other. What's the problem, Ladies? You shouldn't make so much noise near the gates of Heaven, says Saint Peter. WELL! says the fourth nun. There is no way I'm going to gargle holy water after her ass has been in it!"
A choked laugh broke free. "There's something twisted about you."
"Something?" she questioned.
Conceding, I nodded. "Okay, a lot."
We both laughed for a few seconds, she stopped first and I could see her looking at me inquisitively for a long moment after before eventually speaking.
"Can I ask you for one thing?"
I hesitated. She didn't say I couldn't say no if I said she could ask. "What?"
"The truth." she replied, looking down into her lap briefly before returning them to me.
"Sure." I agreed with a sigh.
"Do you want me? It's not a vanity thing, I'm honestly curious."
I could hear the curiosity in her voice and whether or not she was lying about the vanity thing I knew she was at least partially telling the truth.
I looked over and gave her the: you're joking, right? expression while I looked her up and down. "Yes. I want you. You're hot and my dick works. Of course I do."
"Good, because I was starting to think something had changed and I wasn't attractive anymore."
I laughed loudly. "You have seen yourself recently, right? If I wasn't attracted to you there'd be something wrong with me."
"So you would have sex with me? If it weren't clashing with the best interest of the plane." The cockiness had returned to her voice now. No so much that it could be classed as arrogant or obnoxious but still…
"Yes." I mumbled, exhaling slowly.
She seemed pleased with that. "Okay."
"But it wouldn't be safe so no, we're not going to. Just accept that now." I reminded her; she laughed.
"So, hypothetically, if I got up right now," She ignored the second word out of her mouth and unlocked the harness, standing up in the small space of the cockpit. "And then I," Her leg slid across my lap to the floor on the other side; I took my right hand off the yoke* for a moment as she moved over me then grabbed it again, one arm on either side of her. "Sat in your lap. What would you do?" Rosalie asked, now looking me right in the face from just inches away.
I looked down to her legs, exposed completely from the bottom of her short, wide pleated skirt down. It wasn't so short it was tacky or slutty, but still enough that it made me throb under her.
After swallowing and forcing my eyes up I shrugged. "I'm not sure." My voice was a little croaky but nothing overly embarrassing as I looked at her light blue eyes.
"You don't think you'd have the will power to push me away?" Her head tilted a little to the side and a small, victorious smile formed on her dark pink lips.
"I guess not." I answered.
We stared at each other in silence. I couldn't figure her out. What her motives were or what the goal she seemed to be trying to accomplish was—beyond the obvious sex in a plane thing.
"Put the auto-pilot on." she suggested again, still staring at me unblinkingly—like a hypnotist.
If I did then my hands would be free and they'd most likely end up on her. That would be bad.
Wouldn't it?
I could see down her shirt in my peripheral vision, not that I hadn't already seen her breasts naked, but the way her bra pushed them up and together made a little squeak form in my chest. And now they were so close rather than just in the same room.
She placed her hands on my chest and moved them up to the collar of my uniform shirt. "C'mon." she encouraged, smiling a little.
Everything in me was screaming yes but my head was acting as if it wasn't connected to my body and was firmly saying no, to think about the plane instead. Behind her back, my hands moved across the memorized buttons and pressed the right one. The plane was now flying itself, just as the AFCS* promised it would. Of course, there was no difference between me piloting or the machine so Rosalie didn't even notice the change.
It wasn't until my hands touched her back that she realized I wasn't holding the yoke* anymore. My fingers sunk deep into her smooth flesh as I took hold of her waist and slid her further forward until her weight was pressing down on my crotch. I knew she felt me just as I could feel her; her warmth melted in with mine as she sat astride me.
Her hands moved right around to the back of my neck and pulled me closer to her face just centimetres from mine then she stopped and waited right there. She wanted me to actually make a move, but I wasn't going to give it to her that easily.
"Don't you want it?" Her warm breath breezed over my face and I looked down quickly from her eyes to her lips.
As if you don't know, I thought brusquely then grabbed her ass with both my hands to distract her for the half a second it took for my lips to connect with hers. I had to throw her off balance and take the reins of control.
Another two or three seconds passed 'til she regained focus and pulled my head harder towards hers, her legs clamped tighter around my thighs and she leant closer to me. It was so fucking obvious she wanted it just as bad as I did.
Rosalie's tongue hit my lips suddenly. The soft flick of the tip over the sensitive skin of my upper lip almost made me gasp but instead I parted my lips for her and met her tongue with mine when it reached into my mouth. Her lips were soft and slick, rubbing against mine to cause the friction we desired.
Her fingertips started trailing back down my neck and around to my throat then grabbed the front of my tie to pull it loose then open. When it was completely free she pulled it from around my neck and tossed it towards the door. The buttons of my shirt were popped open one after the other without her even looking down, using only a well executed flip of her hands.
We broke apart to breathe but her hands didn't stop. Soon my shirt was open and she was pushing my jacket over my shoulders and down between my back and the seat. I took my arms out as she moved lower, only briefly disengaging the contact between us, then my hands returned to the supple curve of her hips.
Once more we were connected at the mouth. I gathered the hem of her shirt in my hands and pushed it up to expose her soft lower stomach then started feeling around blindly for the seam of her skirt. Buttons, a zipper, anything to get it open.
Why on earth I'd told her to get dressed at all I didn't know.
My fingers moved over the small clasp of the skirt zipper on her left hip and I fumbled a bit to get the tiny piece of metal between my nails so I could pull it down. It came open easily and I quickly gathered the skirt in my hands then took it off over her head so she wouldn't have to move off me.
By the time I looked back her hands were working my belt open and with a long pull of her right arm the whole thing slid from the loops and was dropped on the floor beside the chair.
She looked back to my face, smiling triumphantly in the brief second our eyes met.
Smug bitch, she knew she'd win. I smirked too as I watched her hands open my pants then pull my cock out into her hands. I lifted my ass a bit and Rosalie tugged my pants down a little more to my thighs then settled herself again.
Wasting no time, she curled her hand around my hard on firmly and began pumping the full length. Just a few seconds later the blood was pulsing through my veins and I tossed my head back into the chair.
"Ugh! Shit." I groaned.
I reached out for her blindly until my hands found the soft warmth of her hips then I quickly pulled her closer to me. It was primal instinct now, nothing I had to think about. I had to be in her.
Rosalie continued her actions, spreading the pre-cum over her hands every few strokes to make them glide easier—not to mention more effectively.
I untied the little cords on the hips of her panties, pulled the fabric away and tossed it over the side of my chair. A quiet breath sucked in her nose at the cold air touching her body.
I took her hands off me and pulled her hips closer still. She braced her hands on my shoulders then pushed down against me and her mouth cracked open as the warm, slick skin was pressed together.
"Mm, Jacob." she whispered and pressed her nails into my shoulders further. Both our hips started naturally rocking, trying to get the pressure we each craved.
I felt the head of my cock pressing against her entrance each time she moved forward before sliding back to rub against her clit. A little whimper left her throat and I held her tight again to keep her in that position.
She looked up to my face again, meeting my eyes properly for once. Right now she didn't look conniving or shameless. I pushed into her a little bit, waiting to make sure she didn't protest before continuing in deeper. Her eyelids fluttered as I pushed further, right into her until I hit the end and she finally gave in to her body's yearning to shut her eyes.
Warm. Soft. Tight. Wet. Great.
All the thoughts running through my head suddenly switched to one word sentences. Descriptions of what my body was feeling.
Great.
... too great.
"Fuck. I don't have a condom." I hissed under my breath.
Her eyes opened and settled on mine. "I'm on birth control."
"That's not what I'm worried about. That's what morning after pills are for."
"Well, I don't know about you but I get tested after I sleep with a new person. Which will include after you when I get back to New York. This isn't really a turn on."
"Neither's syphilis." I rebutted.
She cracked a small smile then looked down. "Well it's done now. I didn't see any syphilis sores so I think we're good. You're worried about me, I'm worried about you, with both of us worrying we'll never get around to doing anything for us to worry about."
Just as I was about to respond she tightened her muscles and slid back up then pushed down again and moaned as I refilled her. "Besides, isn't that worth a little curable sore?" She rocked her hips back then moaned again when her clit rubbed against my pubic bone.
"Oh, fuck, yes."
I hadn't meant for it to come out sounding so helpless but when she pushed down again and rotated her hips I just didn't care.
Quickly as I could, I pulled open the tiny press studs holding her shirt shut then slid it off her shoulder, briefly causing her motions to stop.
She tossed the shirt over towards the door then reached behind her neck and pulled the knot holding her bikini-type bra up. It fell down, exposing her breasts once again, then with a quick tug of the second knot on her back she was completely naked and one of the bra cups was quickly stuffed in my mouth.
I looked down then back up to the amused expression across her face.
"In case you find it difficult to stop obsessing." she explained with a smirk.
I didn't spit the bra out like I normally would have, instead, I replaced my hands on her hips and began to increase the tempo of her movements.
Unbalanced for only a second, she soon matched my rhythm thrust for thrust.
It was only a few seconds before she gasped in a pleasured breath and yanked the fabric from my mouth herself so she could kiss me.
Her hands tangled in my hair, nails biting at my scalp just as her teeth were on my bottom lip.
In turn I sucked both her top and bottom lip before placing one more kiss on the both of them and twisting away a fraction as my hips began lifting to meet her on the down thrust.
Rosalie pulled harder on my hair and her body tightened all over. Her arms went taut and her posture locked.
"Mmmm, yeah." She looked down and watched me enter her over and over.
My climax was approaching, the air was electric, I could feel her right there with me. Pound for pound, claw for claw, every droplet of sweat that had now gathered on each of us was in perfect synchonization.
Our skin smacked together, damp and warm. Then suddenly—right as I'd started for her lips again - long, sexy moan beat me there and she came.
Her hands went stiff in my hair and her whole body throbbed around me. Two more hard thrusts later and I came as well, gripping her hips so hard I left bright red marks as I held her to me and revelled in the feel of her fluttering muscles.
She remained still on me for another minute while we both caught our breath. I looked up to her face and she looked back for a second before chuckling softly under her breath.
"So,"she exhaled on a soft pant then laughed a little. "What now?"
I laughed once as well and shrugged. "I don't know."
So I'm a bit of a smut-whore and I didn't make you wait twenty-eight chapters for them to get it on. I hope it was to everyone's standards. Let me know.
And FYI: A yolk is the term used for whatever steering device a particular plane has. They vary in appearance and overall function. AFCS stands for Automatic Flight Control System. For the lazy or horny pilot :P
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