“That’s exactly what I want to hear,” I smile, catching Jack’s eye over her shoulder. He catches my drift right away, and nudges her gently to pivot. His eyebrows go up slightly, as though awaiting further instruction, and all I have to do is think it to know that he understands exactly what I want.
Chelsea’s smile is all I can see, even as we are surrounded by all this beauty. I just fix my eyes on her eyes, locking my gaze with hers.
Behind her, Chance opens a bottle with his thumb. The squeak catches her attention and she gasps, twisting. He holds the bottle up and shakes it slightly, grinning.
“You didn’t think I would forget the lube, did you?”
Her mouth hangs open as she turns back to look at me.
“Wait… What? Up here?” she stammers. “How is this going to work?”
“It’s going to be amazing,” I answer simply. “You just hang on. Okay? Handles are over your head.”
She looks up to confirm that there are basket handles over her head and dutifully reaches up, lacing her fingers through the spaces. But she doesn’t need to worry. Jack and I have her. I just wanted her to feel more secure.
Jack already has his cock out, shiny with lube as he strokes it. He’s dripping onto the floor of the gondola, but I suppose that’s why I tip the captain so well. With his other hand, he lifts the back of her skirt and pulls down her purple silk panties, carefully placing them in the pile with his trousers.
“We don’t want these flying off across the field,” he explains with a grin.
Excited and maybe a little nervous, Chelsea’s smile quivers around the corners but I kiss that away as I step out of my trousers, hard and ready for her, shivering slightly in the much cooler breeze.
For good measure, I give the balloon a little extra loft. I don’t want to end up back on the ground before we are done.
“Just spread your legs,” I tell her softly. “We’ve got you. Just relax.”
Obediently she pushes her ankles apart, then tips her head and smiles up at me with a kind of “oh no you wouldn’t” sort of expression.
Oh but I definitely would. I certainly am.
All at once, I crouch underneath her so I can angle back up and hilt myself in her sweet hot pussy all at once. I take her smooth, and deep, and strong, relishing the sound of her long gasp.
Behind her, Jack holds her hips. He maneuvers her up and down on my shaft, jerking his chin to me to indicate that I should lean back a little bit. Balancing on my elbows, I let her ride me in midair, a thousand feet over the ground below. She arches her back magnificently, her hair wild and flying out to the side as Jack urges her onto me, bucking her like a championship rider.
When she seems ready, he pushes her slightly forward, lining himself up behind her. Her e
yes pop open, and I know she knows it’s happening. She gasps in surprise, but still works those sweet, limber hips over me. Jack’s hand clenches the front of her belly as he adjusts the angle, and then he squares up, ready to take her ass.
I know the exact moment it happens, because the expression on her face is absolutely euphoric. She somehow shifts her lower back so that her clit brushes the bottom of my abs, spreading herself open so that he can take her ass while I am inside her. I feel it, the encroachment. I feel the pressure of his dick sliding along mine, separated only by the thinnest of membranes. I feel her muscles relax as she forces herself to encompass us both.
His dick slides along mine and when we are even, he glances at me, his face a mask of concentration. This is so fucking hot; I feel like I’m going to come immediately. But I force myself to pull out so that we can both plunge back into her. In and out a few more times, syncing our rhythms, suspending her body between our bodies, flying through the sky like perverse angels.
We fuck voraciously, breaking several natural laws. I am covered in sweat that is mine or his or hers, I don’t even care. We fuck until we are falling. We fuck until the gondola shakes with the strain. We fuck like gods. We fuck like demons.
And all at once, all three of us explode like a cannon. The basket shakes and sways underneath the balloon, stretched to its breaking point. But I can barely care. All I can do is come and come and come.
Shaking, practically shaken apart, we all hang on for dear life until we can see straight again. Then carefully we disengage, trying to get clothes back on, trying to get cleaned up before the effect wears off.
When the engine is off, it is extremely peaceful. The only sound is the gentle wind… The people who are so far below. We take a moment to look out and hold each other, shivering and grateful, before we finally and gently come back to earth.
Chapter 21
Jack
Captain Murdoch is an old friend of Chance’s. They met at some kind of auction or something… I don’t really remember all the details. But his dream was to retire in Galena and run a hot air balloon business. He actually has an MBA and sold a really lucrative chain of gas stations when the market was hot.
Chance has had that “hot air balloon captain” thing in the his pocket for a long time. I’m so glad he finally got to use that. I bet that just made his decade.
He is grinning from ear to ear as we disembark, all of us looking just slightly rougher around the edges. That was a completely astounding experience, and I’m not entirely sure I can top it. But I’m certainly going to try.