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“Take us home, if you please,” Pierce said as we jumped into the passenger cabin.
“Right away sir, ma’am.”
Pierce pressed a button, and a divider slid shut between the cockpit, giving us privacy. I briefly wondered about the pilot, if he had some way to see us back here, but I forgot all about that as Pierce dove on me again, pushing me down into the cushions and flipping the latch on the side that lowered the seat back until we had a flatter surface.
He pulled my shirt off, then did the same with his tank top. His chest was just as I remembered it, tan and muscular and perfect. I reached out to drag my fingernails over it, to feel him with my own hands, but he snatched my wrist and pinned it beside my head.
Pierce leaned in to kiss me, pausing with his lips at the edge of touching. Lingering there at the moment before connection, when my entire body buzzed with desire for him. I could feel the same burning need coming off his skin like heat, but he held himself back. Instead, Pierce moved his lips down my neck, across my chest, and back up over my arm in a flurry of not-kisses. I arched my back, squirming underneath his strong grasp, practically begging him with everything but words.
“Kiss me,” I breathed.
“I will,” he promised.
“Why wait?”
“Because,” he replied with a grin, “it’s more fun to tease it out.”
The whine of the engine intensified, and then the helicopter gently rose into the air. That surprised me for a moment, which Pierce seized upon. Suddenly he was kissing my chest, along the breastbone above my bra. I sighed underneath him as he kissed all over my body, actually touching my skin with his lips this time, doubling the pleasure that I might have felt without the teasing. He let go of my wrist and I instantly reached for the back of his head, threading my fingers into his silky smooth hair and holding him against my chest.
The helicopter banked slightly; Pierce paused and gripped the seat until we leveled out again. Both of us giggled, then he dove on me with new urgency, his tongue dancing into my mouth in exactly the way I needed.
Like we had on the dance floor, our bodies undulated and gyrated together, grinding through our clothes.
Seconds or minutes or hours later, we were both sick of our cloth constraints. I unclasped my bra and he pulled my jeans down over my legs, then the panties, and I was nude and vulnerable beneath him. He stood—as best as he could in the cabin—and slowly unbuttoned his cargo pants, removing them so slowly that it could have been called a strip tease. When they finally fell to the floor, I bit my lip at the sight of what he revealed. He was big, but not too big. Thick, but not too thick.
The glimpse only lasted a heartbeat, because then Pierce was on top of me again, covering my vulnerability with his hard body. He was warm, so warm, especially the long rod that radiated heat more than any other part of him. I reached down between us to squeeze him, and he raised up slightly—not to give me room to grasp, but to give himself room to spread my legs and slide his fingers on either side of my drenched sex. I squirmed at his teasing touch, just out of reach, then let out a long moan as his fingers finally found their true destination.
He rubbed my pussy in a circle, thumb paying extra attention to my clit with every rotation. Finally, my own hand found what it was looking for and I squeezed his hard length between my fingers. Pierce grunted and groaned deep in his throat, then kissed me more fiercely. His moans urged me to stroke him faster, which led to him fingering me more fervently, which made me moan louder, and repeated so on in a cycle of pleasure that built and built until neither of us could take it any longer. Pierce pulled back, guiding himself lower into the wet folds of my sex.
“Wait,” I breathed.
Pierce froze. “What’s wrong?”
Suddenly, I burst out laughing.
“That’s… not the reaction I was hoping to get,” Pierce said.
“No, it’s just that… I was about to tell you to put on a condom,” I explained.
Pierce stared at me a moment longer, then laughed too. “Okay, that is funny.”
“Right?”
Our smiles faded, and then I wrapped a hand around his neck and leaned up to kiss him again, all humor long forgotten. The tip of his cock continued sliding up and down my slit, a sensation which was delightful and inadequate at the same time. I caught a smirk on Pierce’s face between kisses; he was enjoying torturing me.
We’ll see about that.
I wrapped my legs around him, then squeezed as hard as I could. His crown plunged into my pussy, followed by six or seven stiff inches, filling me in the way that I so desperately needed.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, tilting his head back.
I arched my back and savored him, then grabbed him by the hair and pulled him down into another kiss. There was no more room for teasing now; rather than enjoying our moment of coupling, Pierce’s hips moved back and forth, gyrating like they had on the dance floor. I moved my own hips in time with him, adding my half of the effort to our erotic dance.
Fireworks of pleasure exploded inside my body as he fucked me steadily. And just like at the dance club, I forgot about all the other complications surrounding us. The helicopter we were in, the private island we were flying to, and the servants waiting for us there. At that moment, Pierce wasn’t a billionaire. He was just a gorgeous man in my arms.
A shuddering orgasm shook me—Pierce kissed me passionately as I cried out, swallowing my sweaty cries while pumping faster. His cock crashed into me over and over, extending my intense ecstasy. Then he pulled back and drank in the sight of me, his green eyes wide and eager. If I wasn’t already coming, that gaze alone might have done it.
And then, in a blink, the helicopter turned. It wasn’t too sharp, but it was enough to catch Pierce off guard. He fell sideways, hitting his shoulder on the wall of the cabin and groaning.
