"Tell her be free, baby spread your wings
Got your legs in the sky like a plane
Let me guide that, I'm the pilot
Can't nobody see you, 30 thousand feet
On your knees in them Prada's
Make the freaky shit come up out her…"
August Alsina—"Planes"
Twenty-Five Billion.
That was the annual revenue intake of Stark Enterprises.
The man himself was worth around thirteen-billion.
Erik sat on a stool inside a cavernous airplane hangar in Santa Ana watching Tony receive a touch up to the make-up he was wearing for the new Forbes cover he was shooting. The third richest man on the planet allowed a fussy ginger-haired man dab liquid foundation on Tony's heavily tanned face that was enduring a bit of sun damage from playing golf in Calabasas all weekend.
Erik scrolled through his work touchpad dropping notes to Pepper who was on vacation in New Zealand and wouldn't be back for three weeks. Although she was thousands of miles away, Pepper had a morning chat with Erik every day since the moment she left, and expected daily debriefings of Tony's antics.
"Turn to your left now Mr. Stark."
The photographer, Carmella, was a young Puerto Rican beauty with glossy blue-black tresses and sunburned dark pecan skin. She had been flirty with Erik when she first arrived at the hangar, parking her red jeep Wrangler near Erik's Porsche. The moment Tony arrived with his private driver, she got down to business, introducing herself and guiding Tony through the types of shots she wanted to take.
Tony's media team arrived to handle his make-up and hair and Erik hung back to make sure Boss Man stayed on schedule. They had to fly to Orlando, Florida soon after for a tech conference and Carmella was joining them for more candid shots.
Tony indulged her for she was one of the hottest photographers around and he wanted his newest Forbes cover to show a sophisticated side to himself and not just the playboy antics he was known for outside of the business. An hour into the shoot, the Forbes magazine interviewer showed up, a blue blood stiff who looked fifty but was only thirty when Erik checked his credentials before allowing him to approach Tony.
"Mr. Cormac, would you mind sitting over here," Erik said, directing him to an empty folding chair near him and the media team.
Tony switched out the dark blazer he wore for a lighter one at Carmella's suggestion and Erik witnessed their shared flirty banter. Tony could barely keep his eyes off of her legs that were gloriously displayed in the purple shorts and sandals she wore.
Tony served face in various contrived poses outside and inside his jet, and once they reached the allotted time given for the Forbes photographer, Cormac took over and interviewed Tony inside the plane. Erik sat across from them as Carmella snuck a few more candid shots.
Erik stepped off the plane to stretch his legs and Carmella followed him.
"You seem really serious," she said.
Erik looked up from his cell and eyed her.
"It's just work," he said.
Her eyes glanced over at the jet then back at him.
"So, Stark…is he single?"
Every damn time.
Erik gave a tired sigh.
"You see a ring on his finger?"
"No."
Erik looked back on his phone and texted Pepper an update on the interview.
"Attitude," she said.
He cut his eyes back to her and took in her face. She was a looker.
"Do you need to get anything from your car? We're leaving in thirty minutes," he said.
She nodded and walked away toward the private parking area.
The pilot arrived and Erik took his seat on the jet. Carmella sat across from him so that she could face Tony. Once they were in the air, Tony gave her a tour, and soon enough that tour ended in the back where his sleeping quarters were.
Cormac was busy typing on a laptop and seemed enamored of being on a plane with Tony. The security team assigned to the trip watched movies on individual chair screens.
Erik's touchpad chirped and the vid call came from Devika. He swiped his screen.
"Hey, is Tony available? He's not answering the jet phone."
"W'sup?"
"Sherrilyn Stein wants to speak with him asap. It's about the Monaco trip. Please have him call her right away."
"Will do."
He stared at her face. Her hair was flat ironed and styled a little differently. Her make-up looked overly done too.
"Where you going?" he asked.
"Girls Night."
"Hmmm-"
"What?"
"Nothin'. You look good."
Her eyes fluttered from the compliment but then she grew serious.
"How is it going?"
"Good. Pepper stays on me all the time. For someone on vacation, she can't seem to relax and leave work behind. When do you leave for your vacation?"
"I'm going to work part of Friday, but I officially start my time off Friday night. I have a red-eye to Vegas and my cousins will meet me there."
"Have fun."
"I will."
He stared at her. He missed hanging with her, but not being in a sexual relationship made them closer at work. He liked that change even though he could still look at her and feel all kinds of crazy urges. She looked happier too and whatever feelings went unspoken between them didn't cloud their interactions.
"I'll let you go. Pass the word to Tony."
He ended the call and slipped to the back of the jet. The soft hum of the plane obscured his footsteps. He wanted to be discreet, but the door was slid partially open and he could see Carmella riding Tony in reverse cowgirl. Her top was pushed up and her breasts bounced wildly as Erik's eyes dropped down to look at her vaginal lips sliding up and down Tony's sheathed erection. She began to slow grind on him and purposely pulled back her wet folds so Erik could see more. He felt his body reacting a little bit, but he pushed it aside and turned his head.
"Boss Man, you need to call Sherrilyn Stein," he said before walking away.
Ten minutes later, Carmella returned to her seat with a look of dissatisfaction on her face. When Cormac glanced at her, she quickly stood up and took the seat in the front right next to Erik. She seemed irritated. Cormac popped in some earbuds and turned off his overhead light. The humming vibration of the jet settled over everything. Erik put away his touchpad.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked.
She looked away from him.
"Sorry for asking," he said before staring out of the window.
"Rich guys can be pretty selfish," she grumbled.
"He didn't rock your world?" Erik teased.
She ignored his comment.
Erik smirked.
"He did have to take an important call."
"In the middle of fucking me?"
"Business is business."
"Rude is what it is."
"He's not a billionaire for nothing. He stays on the grind."
"Still rude."
"Y'all could've at least shut the door all the way."
"You liked what you saw though."
"I've seen a lot of pussy."
Carmella's neck tilted to the side.
"How old are you?"
"Old enough."
"You like being a smartass."
"I like being direct."
"I could tell you liked what you saw. You were staring hard."
She fidgeted in her seat.
"You still horny?"
He laughed softly when he saw the frustration still on her face. She didn't say anything, just tugged on the bottoms of her shorts.
"Lemme guess, he came and you didn't. Left you hanging."
Bingo.
The slight grimace on her attractive face told him everything. What a waste.
He decided to mess with her for fun.
"That's what you get for running after him."
"I didn't run after him. We had a connection."
"A connection. I see. You took the tour and then fell on his dick."
She couldn't hide the smile on her face.
"Money makes any dick attractive," he said.
"It's not just money, he's crazy gorgeous—"
"Was the dick good?"
She turned her body toward him.
"It was better than I expected."
"What did you expect?"
"A decent screw. Everything is heightened on a plane of course."
"Of course."
"You just sound so….so…."
"So what?"
"Smarmy."
"Hmmm. If you say so."
Her eyes took in his face and then she stared at his lips. He let the tip of his tongue dart out and then he looked away from her while stretching his legs. When he glanced at her again, she was looking at his chest, and then her eyes slid down to his crotch.
"He's probably done with his call by now. Maybe you should go back there and see if he can make you cum."
"Too much of a bother. I'm comfortable up here now."
"Bet your pussy is still swollen."
Her mouth fell open in shock and he watched a slow flush of color darken her already sun-bronzed complexion.
He let his hand slide on his crotch and he squeezed himself just enough so that she could catch it. She squirmed in her seat. He leaned closer to her. She was his height so he didn't have to shift too much.
"Show me your pussy. Lemme see if it's still juicy."
She gasped then, her eyes darting away from his for a second before she was staring at him again with her lips parted.
Staring at her face he saw wanton desire there. It was making him feel strong arousal. His dick strained against his slacks. The bulge was growing and Carmella could see it.
"Pull your shorts off. Lemme see that fat puss."
She whimpered and her hands unbuttoned her shorts. She pulled them down without fear. Everyone else was in the back of the jet.
"Yeah, that pussy still ready," he whispered, "what happened to your panties?"
"Still in the back," she panted.
Licking her lips, she watched him adjust his dick and then squeeze it.
"You left your panties on his bed?"
"Yes."
"Did you do that on purpose?"
He squeezed his bulge again and his dick rose up stiffer.
"No."
"I think you did, so you'd have an excuse to go back there. Do you want to go back there?"
She shook her head no.
"When you were riding his dick you pulled your pussy lips open so I could see all that pink. Open your pussy for me now."
She was quick to peel back her folds.
"Oh, you wet-wet. Is that for him or me?"
She squirmed harder in the seat.
He reached down and pinched her clit.
"Answer me."
"Yes...you."
Carmella had nice lush red lips and small dark eyes with black eyeliner giving her haughty 50's bedroom chic. From her dark hair to her dark eyes, and small dark thatch of pubic hairs at the top of her mound, she was sexy as hell and it didn't surprise him at all that Tony took to her so fast.
But she had flirted with Erik first, so now he was going to play with her a little longer.
He tugged on her clit and she gave a soft moan, her inner labia spreading open wider from her own deepening arousal. So warm and sticky.
"Play with your pussy. Lemme see how you touch yourself. You like me watching you. I know you do..,"
She rubbed her fingers around her engorged clit and he lifted the armrest between them so he could face her better. She kicked off her shorts and lifted her legs onto the wide seat. He rubbed himself and it turned her on. Her pussy became wetter.
He reached for the loose blanket that sat up against his hip and placed it between them in case anyone woke up and came toward them.
"You look wetter than when you were fucking Tony," he said.
Her eyes grew tight.
"You wanna see my dick?"
She nodded.
He lifted up and glanced behind his seat. They were good to go.
He unfastened his pants and pulled out his erection and Carmella's mouth really fell open and he saw her pussy contract and open up with more pink for him to see.
"Look how wet you are," he growled as he moved closer to her so she could see how big and stiff he was.
"Bet you wish you were riding me, huh?"
"Yeah!"
"Going up and down on my dick."
"Big Black dick…" she whimpered.
Oh. It was like that.
Could be a general observation. Or it could be some fetish shit.
At that moment, he didn't care. His pole was rock hard and ready to spit, and she had a needy pussy that was neglected by selfish dick and a man who could care less if she was satisfied.
He stroked himself slowly so she could savor every inch of what she wouldn't get. Twisting his fingers under the fat cap of his glans, he teased her further with his words until she was sweating and ready to cry.
"You'd let this Black dick nut in your pussy raw, huh? You seem like the type that would let me do that. Get deep in your pussy and make a mess…"
Her head pressed into the headrest and her toes lifted up. Her fingers ran up and down her slit teasing her clit. She was about to break and he wanted her to go down hard.
"Would I fit in your pussy? You look really tight. I'd hurt that pussy good. Stretch you all the way out. Bet you'd take it like a dirty bitch, huh?"
The slick sound of her fingers had his balls pressing up tight in his pants. Only his stiff shaft was visible in his hand. He fisted himself faster. He could see tears wetting her eyes. She wanted to explode on top of his dick
"You want me in your pussy?" he hissed low into her ear.
"Yeah! I want that big dick in me," she panted in his ear.
If he had access to a condom, he would probably lift her up and slam her down on his dick, but his belongings were under the plane.
"I'ma show you how much cum I'd put in your pussy," he grunted.
Holding his left hand down near his waist, he stroked hard on his dick while taking quick glances at her glistening wide-open folds.
"…show you how much cum…shit…oh, shit…all in your pussy girl!"
The rush at the base of his dick made his body jerk toward her and he splashed an obscene amount of cum into his hand. Grinding his teeth together to keep from yelling out loud, his ejaculate splashed onto her thighs. He reached down between her legs and smeared his hot semen all over her pussy. She exploded and he sat back to watch her pussy contract with his cum dripping all over her mound. Her body flopped in her seat and her eyes rolled back in her head as she worked her clit to milk every last earth-shattering orgasm out of her body. Keeping her mouth shut tight, the only sound that was heard was harsh inhales and exhales coming through her nose.
When she finally calmed down, she patted her vulva and played with his semen.
"Satisfied?" he asked.
Carmella laughed then covered her mouth. She licked cum from her fingers and pulled her shorts back on. Covering herself with the blanket, she watched him fasten his pants back up.
He stepped away from her and went to the restroom to urinate.
After washing his hands, he stared at himself in the mirror. He wanted to cum in Carmella's face. The compulsion to nut on her and have her down on her knees was strong. She had bounced on Tony's dick and tried to play Erik like some unlucky dweeb, but now the tables were turned. Tony had used her for quick stress relief, and he wanted to do the same just to teach her a lesson about teasing him as if Tony was worth a damn. It was petty.
When he returned to his seat, he had already lost interest in her. She slipped away to clean up her pussy and find her panties, and when she returned, he pretended to be asleep and leaned his head against the window. He felt her leaning her head on his shoulder for the rest of the flight.
When they landed in Orlando and got settled in their hotel rooms for the evening, Erik received a call on his cell phone. It was an overseas number he didn't recognize.
When he answered the phone, he recognized the voice.
"Mister Erik Stevens. I hope I haven't called you too late in the evening."
It was Francesco Grimaldo.
The Prince of Monaco.
Erik rubbed his chin.
"W'sup," he said.
"I'm ready for our rematch."
Erik stared out of his hotel room window. The midnight hour had him antsy.
"Bet," he said.