CHAPTERONE
It washis damn smile that hooked me first. About the forty-minute mark of a three and a half hour fight, the flight attendants brought out the booze. It was a charter flight. I’d splurged and gotten the VIP Package for Temptations at Pink Sands, which came with a direct flight from Chicago O’Hare to Harbour Island.
He sat one row up and across, sporting a snug fit t-shirt and a pair of well-worn jeans. The atmosphere on the flight was nothing I’d ever experienced. It was a Virgin Airlines flight on steroids. Pink and gray décor, pop music playing, flight attendants dancing in the aisles as they rolled their drink carts through each section. Despite it barely being 11:00, I did like the Romans and get myself a drink.
“I’ll have the… umm…” All the drinks had dirty names. They also all sounded the same, so picking one out really was more about finding the least embarrassing thing to say out loud.
“I’ll take the secret orgy.” I told her.
“With a cherry or with cream?”
I did not know what I’d even ordered, but I was down for both whipped cream and cherries.
“Both.” I said with a shrug.
“Did you hear that all you kinky little fuckers?”
The flight attendant pressed some obnoxiously loud party siren. A decent handful of people on the plane raised their hands and started shouting. They must be regulars at Temptations.
“Who is gonna be my cherry and who is gonna be my cream?” She asked, raising her arms in the air, her very large breasts shifting from side to side in the most unnatural way. Her name was Lindsea. The flight attendant with the very large breasts, according to her nametag. She walked up to the guy in the t-shirt and jeans and tapped him on his shoulder.
“Hey cutie, you new around here or an old vet?” I couldn’t stop staring at her. Aside from perfectly near cylindrical rainbow colored ringlets spilling over her shoulders, her toothpaste white teeth and shocking red lipstick made her impossible to miss.
“This is my first time,” he smiled up at her from his seat.
“Woo-hoo, we got the cherry! Atlas, find me a cream!”
Towards the back of the plane, a man stood between the two rows of seats. His hair was almost cartoonish, it was so blonde, and the tree trunks he called thighs bulged in the airline issue gray shorts. He had the intra-plane PA system microphone in his hand, singing the words to Cream from Prince, tapping people on the head as he passed them. When his rendition of Prince ended, he’d landed on a woman who introduced herself as Destiny.
“Destiny, come on up!” Lindsea clapped her hands wildly before pointing at the space next to her drink cart. On the other side of the cart, she pointed to the place where Leo stood. She handed him a glass full of cherries and pushed a can of whipped cream in Destiny’s hand.
“Alright dear. Here you go, a secret orgy with cream and cherries.”
She arranged me between the whipped cream and the cherry, getting the plane riled up into a frenzy, counting down from ten.
“What’s in that?” Leo whispered to me.
I had absolutely no idea what was supposed to happen when they got to ten, so I just shook my head and shrugged.
“Jack, Jim, and Bacardi!” Lindsea told him, clapping with the announcement of each name.
Destiny tilted her head back and shot a mountain of whipped cream into her mouth just as Lindsea and the plane of travelers arrived at zero.
I downed the shot in one hearty gulp, trying not to embarrass myself over the fire that shot down my esophagus. I had zero time to process that slow, torturous burn. Destiny shifted her body, cupped my jaw in her hand, and sealed her lips against mine. They were so soft. Her kiss was as gentle as a summer rainstorm. I kissed her back. I’d never kissed a woman. Never even thought about kissing one, yet here I was. Her tongue pushed past my lips and delivered a pillow of soft, sugary foam onto my tongue. She delivered every ounce of sweet cream into my mouth with stroke after stroke against my tongue, lips, and inside my cheeks. She finally pulled back, both of us panting, and the only thought in my head was how badly I wanted to do that again.
While I still reeled from that sensuous exploration of my mouth, Leo took hold of me by the hips, angling our bodies against one another.
“Ready sugar?” He smiled, popping three stemless cherries into his mouth.
His kiss differed completely from the sensual sigh of Destiny’s gentle kiss. Leo took command of my lips as if he were the captain boarding a ship. His firm lips plundered mine from the first sure swipe against my mouth. His tongue held mine open, balancing a cherry on the tip of his tongue, which he gifted to me on a groan. Knowing he had two more to give, I followed his tongue back into his mouth to retrieve number two, rewarding me with a grunt of surprise before he pulled my hips against his, rocking his semi against my thighs and depositing the final cherry in my mouth.
The act shook every synapse in my body awake. My clit throbbed, my nipples had stiffened beneath my sundress, and every inch of skin that his fingers grazed caused fireworks to explode behind my eyelids. I wanted more. Of course, that’s exactly what I’d be getting all weekend long at Temptations. Any type of debaucherous sex I could dream of, with any of the other ninety-nine people being flown to the resort on the charter alongside me.
“Well everyone? What’s the verdict?” Atlas boomed into the PA system from behind me. “I’m sweating. That was so hot.”
I could feel Leo and Destiny’s eyes still on me. Leo’s espresso-colored eyes tracked my fingers as I wiped my lips clean. He chewed on his own lip while he watched me, as if I were a rare piece of meat and he, the king of the lions, was impatient for his meal. I wanted to dive back in. To taste his lips uninhibited by those sweet little orbs. To see if my body’s reaction to him would be the same if a kiss were simply a kiss and not a bonus for a drink order.
Destiny’s fingers tickled along my shoulder. When I turned to look at her, the flirty smile teasing her mouth told me she’d take part in at least one secret orgy. The drinking kind, though I’m sure if she’d visited the resort before, she’d taken part in some not to secret orgies as well. My body was a jumbled mess of sensation and stimuli. Kissing women hadn’t even been in the orbit of things I’d considered. Two men? Absolutely! It would be a walk on the kinky side. I had a complete list of things I’d be willing to explore. I even have a tally or hard and soft limits in my head—like they always asked about in the books. Women however, never entered the realm of considerations. Until images of hot tubs, and a naked Leo accompanied by a naked Destiny flitted into my head.
“I didn’t catch your name.” Leo stuffed his hands into his pockets with a casual confidence that made me want to preen under his lazy gaze.
“Rae.” I forced my voice to remain steady. My insides were a strange dichotomy of fire and jello.
“I hope I see you around the resort, Rae.”
“Well, since there’s only a hundred people on this charter checking in today, I’d say odds are pretty good we’ll cross paths.”
Leo turned and ducked back in his seat, chucking at the bravado my mouth delivered, though my body certainly didn’t feel.
“Let’s hope so.”
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