Turbulence

  “I don’t want to know a goddamn thing about your life outside of the bedroom.”

  “That makes two of us.”

  “I won’t be the guy you think you can call when you need to talk to someone.” He paused. “Unless it’s about how wet your pussy is, I don’t want your name on my call log, and I don’t need you thinking we’ll ever be friends.”

  I started to fire back, but he kissed me roughly, preventing me from getting a single word out.

  “You don’t get to ask me questions about anything more than if I can go harder, longer, and deeper, and I won’t ask you anything outside of ways I can better please your pussy.”

  My nipples hardened against my bra and my panties were sticking to my skin. As if he could sense it, too, he slipped his hand beneath my dress and tugged at the silk, slipping his fingers beneath it.

  “We’ll share our bodies, not our lives.” He lowered his voice as his thumb softly stroked my clit. “That’s all I can ever give to you. That’s all I ever will give to you.”

  He slid his other hand down my waist and squeezed my ass. “Are there any other conditions on your end?”

  “Yes...” I managed as he tore off my panties.

  “What else could there possibly be?”

  “Three things.” My gaze went to his hands as he unbuckled his pants and pulled down his zipper, but the start of my sentence hung suspended in the air as he pulled out his cock.

  “You were saying?” He tilted my chin up so my eyes were on his.

  “Being your only one,” I said. “You didn’t mention anything about the women in other cities. You need to promise that they won’t be in the picture.”

  “It was already implied,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I agree to fuck you and only you for however long this—whatever the hell this is, lasts. Happy?”

  “Very.”

  “What’s the second thing?”

  “I want you to—” I sucked in a breath as his hand slid up my back and unclasped my bra in one smooth motion. “I want you to promise not to burn me.”

  “Burn me?” He repeated.

  “Hurt me.” I nearly stuttered. “I need you to promise that you won’t hurt me, Jake.”

  He was silent, looking somewhat confused, but then he circled his thumb around my nipple and spoke slowly. “Gillian, I’m not going to burn or hurt you, unless you ever want to try that type of foreplay.” He pushed my dress up my waist. “That said, since we’ve agreed to no emotional entanglements whatsoever, you would have to fall for me in order for me to hurt you.” He ran his hand up and down my sides. “I’ll be sure that you don’t, and I guarantee that I won’t. What’s the third thing?”

  “The third thing is that we do need to talk.”

  “I just said that we don’t need to talk. Ever.”

  “It doesn’t have to be anything serious, just cordial and friendly. You have to give me that...”

  “Why?”

  “This is new for me, no strings-attached sex. I’ve never done this before.”

  He looked completely taken aback, blinking a few times, but then he eventually nodded. “Okay, Gillian. I’ll try to give you that.”

  “Thank you.”

  “So, you agree to all of my terms?”

  I nodded. “Yes.”

  “Good.” He pushed me back against the railing. “I agree to yours, too.”

  Without another word, his mouth was on mine—hot and heavy, reminding me of all the times I’d fantasized about it at night. Except this was better. Much better.

  His hard cock was pressed against my thigh and I rubbed my palm against it, murmuring as he bit down on my lip. He suddenly tore his mouth away from mine and pulled a condom out of his pocket and handed it to me.

  I tried to tear the packet open with my fingertips, but he laughed softly and took it from me.

  “No.” He held it in front of me. “With your mouth.”

  I hesitated, staring at him unsurely, but then I bit the corner of the foil with my teeth and ripped it open. With my fingers, I pulled the wet rubber out of the packet and rolled it over his cock, my pussy throbbing with every hard inch it covered.

  His mouth returned to mine, heated and demanding once again, and he wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted me up onto the banister.

  “Spread your legs.” He commanded.

  I gripped the railing and obliged, feeling his hands cup my ass and pull me forward.

  Without another word, he pushed his cock into me with one deep thrust—completely obliterating my walls and making me scream.

  Biting my neck, he whispered harshly into my ear. “If you scream like that again, someone is going to find us. “His fingers dug into my skin, a slight punishment. “And I’m not stopping, Gillian. Audience or not.”

  I bit my tongue, never getting a chance to answer as he pounded into me again and again. As he fucked me relentlessly and recklessly, making my knuckles whiten against the railing, I succumbed to his control.

  I met him thrust for thrust—my nipples aching under his rough touch, my pussy dripping wet against his cock. Each time a moan escaped my mouth, he slapped my ass and punished my skin with a harder bite.

  Several flights above us, the sound of hotel guests entering and exiting through heavy doors could be heard, but eventually it dissolved into the background. All I could hear now was our heavy breathing and the sound of our skin slapping against each other.

  “Oh...Oh goddd...” I struggled to hold back as I felt his cock throbbing inside of me, as he fucked me deeper.

  He slapped my ass—hard, and tightened his grip on me.

  I bit his shoulder, trying to prevent myself from screaming, but it was no use. I cried out as my body shook and convulsed against his strong hold, and I shut my eyes as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through my body.

  “Fuck, Gillian...” He pounded into me a few more times, finding his own release, and as he came, he held me still against his cock.

  Slick with sweat and panting heavily, the two of us looked at each other, remaining entwined.

  This is definitely going to be a problem...

  After several minutes, he slowly pulled out of me and helped me off the banister, setting me on the floor. Then he turned away and began fixing his clothes, softly telling me to do the same.

  I was snapping the second hook of my bra when a male voice from high above us called out.

  “Hello? My son heard a scream!” He shouted. “Is everything okay down there? Hello?”

  Jake gave me a pointed look.

  “Everything is fine.” I called out. “I came to check, too! Nothing is here!”

  “Alright then. Thanks!”

  I finished smoothing my dress, not bothering to fix my sweat-drenched hair.

  “I need your phone number,” Jake said, taking out his cell phone. “And your email address, if you actually use it.”

  “I thought you said there wouldn’t be any late night phone calls.”

  “There won’t be. This is so you can tell me your lines whenever you get them. I don’t think it’s fair for us to wait until we’re both in New York to have sex, so we’ll need to meet in layover cities whenever our schedules intersect. We’ll find places to meet up from there.”

  I quickly recited my phone number and he saved it. Then he took my phone from my blazer pocket and typed his number in.

  “This arrangement ends the moment either of us wants it to, correct?” I asked.

  “Yes.”

  “For any reason?”

  “Any reasonable reason.” He stepped back and grabbed the door handle. “And just so we’re perfectly clear, Gillian...” The way he said my name made me wet all over again. “When I commit to something, even something as ridiculously preposterous as this, I expect the other person to do the same.”

  “I said I would. Or did you somehow miss the part where I agreed?”

  “No” he said. “You agreed to the terms, but I’m going to re-iterate them in more
serious and final words for you. Until this ends, my cock is the only cock you’re allowed to have, your mouth belongs to me, and if you’re ever wet and in need of pleasure, you’ll wait until I’m available to give it to you.”

  GATE B12

  JAKE

  London (HTW)—> Charlotte (CLT)—> Phoenix (PHX)

  This is definitely going to be a problem...

  “Keep your hands on the bed.” I pulled Gillian’s hair back hours after we’d fucked in the stairwell. “Keep your ass up like that for me.”

  I tried to hold her taut as I slid inside of her, but she didn’t listen. She released her hands from the mattress—slipping off my cock and falling forward, screaming and shaking as an orgasm ripped through her small frame.

  Grunting as I came right after her, I gripped her hips to prevent her from falling to the floor. When I was sure she wasn’t going to roll off the bed, I flipped her over and let her back hit the sheets—watching her as she continued trying to catch her breath.

  I took off the fourth condom of the night and tossed it into the trash, hoping like hell that this back to back sex was simply a symptom of withdrawal. That the only reason I’d sent her a “What’s your room number?” text hours ago was because I was trying to make up for four weeks of sexless nights.

  As she continued to lay on the bed bare-ass naked with her eyes shut, I stared at her and trailed my fingers against her plump lips.

  Blushing, she suddenly sat up and pulled the sheets over herself. “I thought you’d left.”

  “I’m about to.” I pulled a shirt over my head and double checked my pocket for the room key.

  Grabbing my phone off the the TV stand, I checked the time. Four o’clock.

  We fucked for four hours?

  “What’s your line for the rest of this month?” I asked.

  “I’m not sure. You think I know that by heart?”

  “I know mine by heart.”

  She furrowed her brow, but she didn’t argue further. Still holding the sheets around herself, she leaned over and grabbed her phone. She tapped the screen a few times and my phone vibrated seconds later with a series of text messages.

  Gillian: HNL-JFK. JFK-MIA. MIA-PHX. PHX-ATL. ATL-SFO. SFO-LGA.

  Gillian: [image]

  Gillian: [image]

  I looked at the dates attached to each trip and noticed we’d both be in New York City for the last four days of next month, but I didn’t mention it. This needed to be pure and simple sex with a dash of her required “cordial” conversations and that was it.

  “I’ll see you in Phoenix on the fifteenth,” I said. “I’ll let you know where to meet me in the airport.

  “That’s five days from now.”

  “I’m aware. Is that a problem?”

  “No.” She shrugged. “It’s just that...You don’t strike me as the type that’s capable of holding off from sex for that long. Actually, someone I dated once told me that’s too long for a guy to go without sex.”

  “Then you need to date better people.” I rolled my eyes. “With the exception of today, I haven’t fucked anyone since that day I was with you at The Madison.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, really.” I watched her sheet slowly shift, exposing her hardened nipples.

  “So, you’ve been thinking about me all this time, too?”

  “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all this time,” I said. “I don’t and won’t know you, remember?”

  “I’ll take that as a yes.” She smiled. “I didn’t mention this before, but I won’t be able to meet you anywhere the last Saturday of next month. Familial obligation.”

  “That’s fine. I’ll never be able to meet you on the third weekend of any month. Personal reasons.”

  “Would you like to talk about it? I can make coffee.”

  I blinked.

  She really is the ‘after a boyfriend’ type...

  “Is that a yes to the coffee?” she asked, standing up from the bed—sweat from our sex still glistening against her skin. “Caffeine or decaf?”

  I didn’t answer. I took one last look at her and left before the sight of her body would make me want to have her all over again.

  I took the elevator to my room, took a cold shower, and lay back on my bed. Unable to sleep, I checked my email—seeing a new email from Elite at the top of my inbox.

  Subject: Annual Elite Airways Gala. Last Chance to RSVP.

  Mr. Weston,

  We know you’ve received variations of this message multiple times this month, but we felt the need to send it again.

  Attached you will find a formal invitation to our airline’s annual gala. This year, we’re unveiling a new design and celebrating our latest milestone. We’ll also be honoring the lives lost on the only tragedy at our airline, the victims of Flight 1872. Whether you’re able to attend this year’s event or not, we’d appreciate your response.

  Employee Affairs Department

  Elite Air

  I started at the phrase regarding Flight 1872, shocked and surprised that the truth could finally come to the light. I thought that maybe, just maybe, it would be the first step to not hating this criminal airline, and maybe another step toward sleeping well for more than a few nights at a time.

  Against my better judgment, I opened the invite and selected “Yes.” Then I rolled back over and tried to sleep Gillian and her pussy away.

  I made it five minutes before my phone buzzed with a text message.

  Gillian: What’s **your** room number?

  GATE B13

  GILLIAN

  Phoenix (PHX)

  My fingers trembled as I sent an “I’m here” text message to Jake, as I stood in an unconstructed bathroom in Phoenix’s airport waiting for him. I’d somehow managed to lie to Miss Connors with a straight face when we landed, telling her that I would have to check into the hotel later since a “college friend” had just messaged me on Facebook saying he was nearby.

  I wasn’t sure if the expression on her face was annoyance or relief, but she’d pulled out her clipboard and written me up for “failure to comply with protocol” before heading to the hotel herself.

  As the sound of passengers and rolling luggage sounded outside the bathroom’s doors, I considered leaving—letting Jake know that I wasn’t cut out for this after all. I pulled up my text messages, starting to type, but he suddenly walked into the restroom.

  “Hi...” I said. “Are we going to your hotel now? It’s not the same Marriott, is it?”

  He looked confused, setting his carryon against the wall before walking over to me. “Who said anything about a hotel?”

  “You...You said we would meet up in whatever cities our layovers intersected and decide where to go from there.”

  He stared at me, and the reality suddenly dawned on me.

  “You want us to fuck in here? Are you serious?”

  “Why else do you think I would ask you to meet me in a half-constructed bathroom, Gillian?”

  “So you could give me directions for the next destination, maybe?”

  “This isn’t a goddamn stealth mission.” He looked into my eyes. “It won’t always be in the actual airport, but I have a flight in three hours and we don’t need to waste any time.”

  “You’re that insatiable?”

  “Yes.” He smiled, sliding a hand under my dress and gently touching my panties. “And so are you, apparently.”

  I didn’t say anything. I backed up against the door of a handicap stall, trying to think this through. It was bad enough I was going to be blatantly breaking the no-fraternization rules by sleeping with him, but I had no idea the chances of getting caught were going to be this intensified.

  Still smiling, Jake reached behind me and unlocked the door to the stall, pulling me inside. He lifted me up and set me on the third step of a paint ladder.

  “Why are you so nervous?” he asked.

  “I’m not nervous.” I was still shaking. “I just...I thought this was going t
o be more civilized and away from the possibility of people walking in on us.”

  “Gillian, you’re what? Twenty-six years old?”

  “Twenty-nine.”

  “Okay, you’re twenty-nine years old,” he said, looking more content with that answer. “I think you can handle having private sex in public places.” He caressed my cheek with his hand. “I would never pick somewhere where we would be caught.”

  “But—”

  He pressed his finger against my lips. “Construction ends at five o’clock. It’s currently seven. We’re in Terminal 4, the international terminal. The last flight that will leave from here is currently boarding at the gate far down the hall, and airport employees aren’t allowed to enter construction zones for fear of injury.”

  “So, you’ve done this before?”

  “No.” He spread my legs and gently pulled my panties down to my ankles. “I’m just very well-versed in airports and I think you need to relax before we start this arrangement.”

  “I can relax...”

  “I’ll make sure of it.” He took my panties and stuffed them into his pocket. “In the meantime, let’s agree to start over after today. Can you do that?”

  He didn’t wait for me to agree with him, though. He pushed my dress up past my stomach and spread my legs a little further. Without saying another word, he lifted my left leg over his shoulder and buried his head between thighs, devouring my pussy for so long that I went completely weak at the knees, that he had to cover my mouth to muffle my screams.

  I clawed at his back as his tongue brought me to orgasm twice in a row, leaving my pleasure etched onto his skin.

  When he finally finished, he had one hour until boarding so he simply put me back together and walked away, saying, “I’ll email you for where you need to meet me in Charlotte next week. And for the record, the taste of your pussy’s come is incredible...”

  GATE B14

  GILLIAN

  Charlotte (CLT)—> Atlanta (ATL)—> Montreal (YUL)

  Subject: Charlotte

  How’s your week going so far? (Mine is very stressful and hectic.)

  Subject: Re: Charlotte