Brian turned to face the little redhead sat next to him. His kiss caused her face to flush, her eyes to glaze over, and those mouthwatering lips to split apart. He moved quietly as his cock shifted in his trousers and drew his eyes away from her to finish his last sip of beer.
He had came in here for a quiet drink and to let off some steam, not to hook up. CASA was getting under his skin over his new aircraft, and he was about sick of having to throw himself through hoops simply to appease them. He had assumed that the Civil Aviation Safety Authority would welcome the addition of a new commercial airline to disrupt the dominance of the Big Two, but apparently not. His luxury charter flight service had been running successfully for a while, and all he wanted to do was turn it into a more lucrative business. First-class domestic travel should not be too challenging to offer. He placed his empty bottle on the counter and motioned for the bartender. Even though Blue had been a welcome diversion, he was still upset with CASA. He turned to her, "Can I buy you another drink, Blue?" She still had a little bit of a dazed appearance after his kiss, but she brushed it off and smiled at him. It was like receiving a kick to the stomach. Blue was beautiful. A few freckles scattered over her nose, alabaster complexion to complement her golden red hair, a cupid's bow lips painted scarlet, big chocolate brown eyes shot through with gold, long lashes, and elegant eyebrows. If the freckles extended lower, he questioned. "Sure," she said, "but something powerful. I'm attempting to pass out here by drinking. Then tequila is required. He raised four fingers and nodded to the bartender. On the bar in front of them, he set the bottle, four shot glasses, a salt shaker, and four lime quarters. She replied as she turned to face him with those huge eyes, "I've never done tequila shots. He grinned. He continued, scooping up the bottle, "Then let me show you how it's done," and poured each of them two shots. He picked up the salt shaker and said, "You see, you take the salt and lick it." He grabbed her hand, shook salt across the back of it, and then licked the salt off. The tequila is then shot. He grabbed up the lime and did precisely that. "And sucking the lime." He took it in his lips and inhaled the juice, which was still fresh. Suck, lick, and sip. Your turn is now," he remarked. She took his hand, turned it over to reveal his wrist, and scooped up the salt. She sprinkled some salt on it before licking the delicate skin with her warm, pink tongue to take up the salt. At the contact, his cock sprang, and he momentarily shut his eyes. She took the shot glass in her hand and sipped the tequila, her throat straining and her face contorted at the flavor. He grabbed the lime and placed it in his mouth. Before she reached up and placed her lips over his, taking the lime juice into her mouth, she grinned at him. She pushed away, bit her lip, and said, "Lick, sip, suck." He groaned under his breath, spat the lime into the napkin, and licked his lips. He said, "My turn," in a raspy voice. He examined her as he took up the salt shaker. He softly brushed her hair over her shoulder with his other hand, exposing her smooth neck. She cocked her head to the side, showing him more of it as she begged him for forgiveness. He dropped his head after shaking some salt into her alabaster skin. He closed his eyes and licked, breathing in the floral aroma of her shampoo. He sucked, enjoying her short inhalation, before closing his lips on her sensitive skin. She had the lime tucked under her cleavage as he turned back to her after struggling to lift his head to shoot the tequila. He took a minute to collect himself before sinking down and grabbing the lime in his mouth, letting his lips linger. His breath hissed out between his teeth. She held him in position by placing a hand on his neck and brushing the short stubble of his hair. He inhaled her smell and took a sip of lime juice. He carefully raised his head, bringing his beard, lips, and nose up to her neck. He put his lips to her shoulder after letting the lime drip from his tongue into his palm. She exhaled and said, "I...ah, I think it's my turn." She spoke in a hushed, breathy tone. Before raising his head, he gave her a quick kiss while grinning into her neck. He let go of his tie and removed his top button, showing her his neck. She looked him over, her eyes eager, and she bit her bottom lip between her teeth. His body was lowered towards her as a result of the tug on his tie, resting over the neckline of her dress on her chest. He shuddered as she licked the salt off the back of his neck after she had shaken it there. He raised his head a little and placed his lips right where her neck's pulse wavered. As she drank the shot, he felt her neck move, and he proceeded to lick the flesh where her neck and shoulder met. As she sucked on the lime, he heard her take a big breath and felt her swallow once again. After removing the lime from her lips and tossing it on the bar, Brian raised his head. His hands encircled her face, capturing her lips in the process. He inserted his tongue into her mouth, tasting salt, tequila, and citrus as she opened to him. He licked her upper lip while sucking on the bottom of her lip. She groaned and pushed her warm body up against his, getting closer to him. He said softly in her ear, "Do you want to get out of here?" "In the hotel, I have a room upstairs." She glanced at his face before grinning and nodding. He pushed her through the busy bar to the bank of elevators by grabbing her hand and his coat. After pressing the call button, he pulled her close and gave her another deep kiss while wrapping his hands around her waist and palming her behind. The doors slid open very softly and the elevator dinged. Without looking up, he maneuvered her into the vehicle and guided her to the rear wall while depressing the floor button. He shoved her up against the mirror wall and pressed his bulk on her. His steel rod erection throbbed behind his fly, and she felt so comfortable being molded against him. He raised his head but remained in her line of sight. He moaned as she raised her large doe eyes to meet his. He stroked her face with his knuckles while allowing some of her hair to fall between his fingers. It had a rose gold color and was delicate and velvety. He whispered, "Are you going to tell me your name, Blue?"She gave a head shake. She said, grinning up at him, "No," adding, "I think tonight belongs to Blue and Irish." She rose onto her toes and placed her lips over his, putting an end to his complaints. The doors opened as the elevator came to a stop. Though he tried to draw away from her, he caught her hand and virtually dragged her to his door. She was waved inside as he pulled his keycard from his back pocket and unlocked the door. Wow, the penthouse, she said. Nice." He flung his jacket on the couch and shrugged as he walked toward her. She took a few steps backward while her hands flitted around her body. He grinned mischievous and hissed, "Are you afraid of me, Blue?" She stumbled, "No, I'm not afraid." She took a couple more steps backwards before her thighs brushed against the dining table. He approached her and slipped a hair tendril behind her ear. If you've changed your mind, Blue, we don't have to do this. She massaged his beard while cupping his jaw, running he
He circled her clit while grinning on her body and running his tongue between her silky folds. He teased the entrance of her core with his finger, moving it through the slickness and into her, as she inhaled as he placed his lips over the tight nub. She cried out and raised her hips in an attempt to get more. While still enjoying the sound of her moaning and another finger being gently inserted into her, Brian sucked harder on her clit. She resisted, counterpunching his thrusts with her own as he scissored his fingers into her to provide more pressure. She fisted her hands into his hair, drawing him in closer as he increased the tempo at which he licked at her clit. Her inside muscles started to contract, and her breathing grew frantic, and he felt the beginnings of her orgasm. As he curled his fingers within her to press against the walls of her core, he straightened his tongue and increased the pressure. She screamed angrily, "Oh, fuck," as his fingers were pinched by her se
Cassie groaned as the bright light pierced through the delicate skin of her eyelids. Her head was pounding and her mouth was dry, but her body felt wonderfully satiated. She blinked her eyes open cautiously, squinting at the offending sunlight and it took her a moment to remember where she was. She looked around the room, slowly remembering the events of last night and she smiled to herself. As far as rebound sex went, that was pretty awesome and she wouldn’t mind another round with him. She felt the warmth stirring in her belly at the memory of those intense green eyes and the way his beard felt against the inside of her thighs and how it brushed against her waxed mound. She squeezed her thighs together, relishing the throb of desire and stretched languidly. The suite was quiet and she wondered where he was. The bed beside her was cold, although the indentation on his pillow assured her that he had slept there. She sat up and listened, straining to hear any noise that might indi
His chest had been dusted with dark hair and his happy trail was like a lighted path leading the way to his junk. The tattoos that wound their way over both shoulders and down both arms, ending at his wrists, added to his dangerous look and she wished she’d studied them more closely. She wasn’t normally a beard and tattoo girl - she liked a bit of scruff and maybe the odd bit of ink - but on Irish, the thick, dark beard and full sleeve tattoos were hot as fuck. She’d even liked the little dark stud that he had in his ear. But as gorgeous as he was, and as amazing as he was between the sheets, he wasn’t Nathan, more’s the pity. Nathan was who she wanted, had always been who she wanted. Nathan thought that she’d had other boyfriends, but there had been no one but him for a while. She had lived for their weekends together and spent way too much time planning their annual week-long vacation. Well, that wouldn’t be happening anymore. Nathan might be able to swing a weekend here and there
Brian sighed and pinched his eyes. They felt gritty and dry and he was bone tired. It had felt like days since he’d slept and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten. As if summoned by his empty stomach, Madeline knocked on his office door lightly before walking in and placing a wrapped sub on his desk. He looked up and thanked her with a tired smile. She was a good - no, great - assistant and knew him better than he knew himself most of the time. “There’s an email from the PR firm in Melbourne that I need you to look over and your mother is on line two.” “Thanks Madeline,” he replied. “Are our flights home booked for tomorrow?” She nodded and smiled. “Yes, the pilot has been notified and we are cleared to take off at five. Your last meeting is scheduled for three-thirty and a car will be waiting to take us straight to the airport as soon as it wraps up.” “Excellent,” he said, unwrapping the sandwich. “Thanks.” She nodded and left the office. Colleen Aviation had off
Five months later…Cassie drank her second vodka cranberry while relaxing in a cozy leather chair in the Colleen Aviation waiting area. She was an anxious flier to begin with, so the fact that she was attempting to disrupt Nathan's wedding one week before the big day added to her anxiety. She drank two vodkas—one to calm her worries about what she was about to do to Nathan and the other to prevent panic when she was thirty thousand feet in the air speeding through the ether in a tin can. She wasn't simply anxious when she flew; she actually detested flying and tried to avoid it at all costs. Driving the eight hundred miles to the wedding was not an option, but Colleen Aviation, a relatively new client, had offered her first-class seats on one of their brand-new domestic commercial flights. If she didn't feel like she was crammed in like livestock on the way to the slaughtered, perhaps she would like flying more. Her empty glass was removed from the little table in front
She gave him an anxious glance as her heart raced in her throat and her eyes blinked quickly. She greeted him with a gentle, husky "Hello, Irish," just as he recalled. It's been a while. He ought to be angry, but instead, he was simply so unbelievably happy to have found her once more. One night with her had not been sufficient, and in the months that had followed, he had failed to find it in himself to pursue anybody else. He was unable to hide his dismay as he replied, "You didn't call." She lowered her eyes from his and gave a sorry expression. She said, "I know, I'm sorry. He looked down at her empty glass and noticed the scarlet dregs at the bottom as she spoke a bit mumbled. How many had she had, he pondered. He didn't want to scare her away because he had just reconnected with her by asking, "So, what are you doing here?" He observed her watery eyes and dilated pupils as she raised her head to face him. In answer, he scowled, fearing that she was i
She clutched to his palm as the jet started to taxi, despite the heat in his fingers causing a visceral reaction in her rebellious body. You really dislike flying, do you? He questioned as he sent a worried gaze her way. She gave a headshake. "We as human beings were never meant to be flung through the air with such careless abandon," the guy said, referring to flying as "some kind of evil magic spawned by Satan." He laughed when his shocked lips fell open. A grin pulled at her lips as she watched him laugh so loudly at something she said. It wasn't simply a polite chuckle. He corrected her by saying, "First of all, it's physics, not magic, and I believe the Wright brothers would take offense to being called the spawn of Satan." She acquiesced, "Maybe, but I stand by the conviction that if we were meant to fly, we would've been born with wings." Do you view all modes of transportation with the same amount of disdain, or simply air travel? Just air travel, although I do h