“Just relax,” he coaches me, his eyes clear and sparkling. “Enjoy the ride, Chelsea. Just trust us. Everything is going to be okay.”
“Just trust you,” I repeat, taking as deep a breath as my shuddering lungs will allow.
“That’s a good girl,” he continues smoothly, massaging my legs, opening my knees. I can feel his breath trickling up my skirt, warming the space between my thighs.
“See? Just feel that vibration, isn’t that nice? Kind of soothing?”
I try to focus on the vibration of the engines, to hear how strong and even they are. He kisses the inside of my knee, his tongue darting into the crease between my thigh and calf. His grip is unflinchingly strong and I find it a little easier to think about that than the engines that are supposedly about to fling us into the air. I don’t even understand how those work, but I do understand how his hands work. That I understand very well.
“Okay, it’s just a leap. It’s just a very long jump from here to there. Ready?”
I nod tightly, listening to the engines. All at once a part of the sound cuts out, and I realize we must have just taken off and the wheels are no longer vibrating against the tarmac. That’s it. We are in the air.
Chance starts to withdraw. “Okay, you’re good…”
I reach out to grab his hair, pulling him back closer to me. “No! Don’t go. Stay right where you are.”
He chuckles. His breath trails along my skin, and his hands return to my muscles. I like that. I like the feeling of our connection now that we are flying.
“This is where you want me?” he asks softly as he nibbles my leg, nosing my skirt aside, shifting his weight so he can push it up even higher.
I leave my hand in his hair and draw him even closer, excited by the feeling of his breath on my sex, mixing with the thrill of fear.
“Yeah, do that. This feels good…”
“Just focus on me,” he says as he lifts my knees, draping them over his shoulders.
I slide down in the chair as the back reclines, and try to relax. Chance’s tongue swirls over my inner thigh, nudging closer and closer to my pussy. With my eyes closed, everything vibrating and dull roar filling my ears, I could focus all of my attention on him. These warm, slippery sensations. The desire that builds in my body automatically at his touch. I could just let that be my existence right now, something to luxuriate in.
I can let it take me over. His tongue is soft and wet, probing and yet confident. He knows exactly what I want. My panties slide over my thighs and he is back immediately, warming me with his heat, cradling me in his strong embrace. He buries his face in my sex, mashing the whole length of me against his nose, mouth and chin. He takes all of me at once, hungrily, but not too hard. I wriggle against him, pulling him closer with my ankles.
Chance laps and laps, licking me from bottom to top, first gentle, then fluttering his tongue against my inner lips. I gush wetness all over his face, shamelessly dousing him. As we climb ever higher in the sky, my body exults too. I feel the whole planet below us. The world turns underneath the shiny white belly of this plane as Chance lavishes my pussy with his tongue, forcing me to the precipice of orgasm.
I come to the edge and then retreat, but I think he can tell. Immediately he takes my clit between his lips, sucking gently. At that moment I’m thrown right over the edge, weightless, helpless, spinning.
Breathlessly, I shudder and shiver in his hands, trembling until my body and soul are reunited.
“There, now,” he smiles, kissing me on my knees. “Isn’t that so much better?”
I want to answer, but I can’t. Jack nudges him aside and takes his place between my knees.
“You’re not done yet, princess,” he informs me. “Let’s see this through to the end.”
I want to object, but I can’t. As soon as his tongue reaches my outer lips, I’m helpless. Jack is more forceful, inserting his fingers into me, looking forward to find my G-spot. It takes my breath away and blasts me to the edge of the precipice immediately.
But though he is more direct, he’s also a master of control. He takes me to the edge, then lets me drift back, over and over again. His tongue swirls over my clit while his fingers work my hole, two and then three… Maybe four. I don’t know. All I know is I’m thrusting against him, holding my knees back so I can get more, begging for him to eat my pussy until I am pitched back to oblivion.
The second time, I explode like a bomb. Shamelessly I fill the sky with a practically supernatural roar.
I’m flying. I’m flying.
And it’s glorious.
Chapter 20
Chance
Our flight crew is under contractual obligation to be discreet, so Lorraine doesn’t show any signs of being aware that Jack and I spent twenty minutes eating Chelsea’s pussy while we jetted over the top of Illinois.