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None of us touched the food — we were still full from the airport lounge — but Isaac poured each of us a drink.
“Here’s to all of us having successful movie careers from now on.” He gave me a meaningful smile as he passed me a glass. “And flying like this more often.”
“It’s so nice not having to pretend to be with Brooke.” Dean stretched his legs out and kicked his shoes off. “I can do…” He leaned over his armrest and gazed into my eyes, “whatever I want.”
He kissed me so gently that I felt my insides quiver again, the same way they had when the plane took off. His lips tasted like whisky and when he opened his mouth to explore mine, so did his tongue.
I was ultra-aware of Isaac and Wyatt watching us. Even though we’d all had sex together before the wrap party, this felt different. The atmosphere at the party had been festive and sexy, and the fact that it was nighttime made me feel more adventurous.
Here, sunlight streamed through the windows and illuminated us for the other guys to see.And anyone else who’s on the plane, I reminded myself. I pulled back from Dean and scanned the ceiling for cameras.
“Relax.” Dean brushed his hand over my arm. “There aren’t any cameras on private jets. Even if there were, the staff have allsigned strict non-disclosure agreements. Part of their job is to keep their mouths shut.”
That at least allayed some of my fears.
I kissed Dean again, watching Isaac and Wyatt out of the corner of my eye. Neither of them made a move to stop us, which was something — and as Dean slipped his hand into the neckline of my dress and squeezed my breast, Wyatt unzipped his fly to release his erection and sighed as he stroked it.
At least he seems to be enjoying this, I thought, although I was still worried about Isaac. He watched us with a serious expression, the line between his eyebrows deeper than I’d like. Was he horrified? Did he regret what we’d done?
I pulled away from Dean and as I parted my lips to ask whether Isaac was on board, he lunged for me and kissed me with more passion than he ever had before. The intensity surprised me and I mumbled stunned syllables into his mouth.
“Sorry,” he said as he pulled away. “I couldn’t help myself.”
“Don’t be sorry.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him to me again, returning his kiss with as much passion as he’d given me. Dean stroked my hair with one hand and my thigh with the other, venturing under the hem of my dress, nudging it further up my leg with every stroke. I parted my legs and Isaac pressed his knee between them, leaning against my body so I could feel the heat from his skin through my underwear.
It felt like we were doing something dangerous, as though I’d been mistaken about this being a private jet and on the other side of the gray curtain, there was a plane load of passengers that might catch us at any moment.
Dean’s hand swept up to my hip and pulled at the elastic in my underwear, nudging it down. I adjusted my position so he could bring it down my hip and my thigh until it got stuck on Isaac’s knee.
I kissed one man, then the other. Both had different styles — Dean’s tongue was softer, Isaac’s more vigorous — but both had the same effect: my pussy wasdrenched. I widened my legs over the cushioned sides of the chair and leaned back, the mechanism sliding to allow me to lie almost horizontally, and pull my dress up to expose my pussy to all three men.
Since Isaac was the closest, he ripped my underwear off and dropped it on the carpet before burying his mouth in my sex. His tongue was every bit as vigorous down there, lapping at my clit until it was hard, then diving deep into my wetness. He added a finger, sliding it deep inside me before Dean pulled him off.
“Quit hogging her.”
Seeing two men compete for my attention was a massive turn-on. And that was only amplified by the sight of Wyatt, on the other chair, who moaned and pleasured himself as he watched us. His cock was red at the tip now and looked like it was only a few seconds away from exploding, but I didn’t want that to happen yet. I wanted all three of them inside me, one by one, tag-teaming me as though I were a porn star.
And Dean was happy to go first. He’d removed his pants while I was distracted by Wyatt and Isaac, and stood between my legs with his cock angled against my pussy, brushing the tip over my soaking wet entrance. I lifted my hips, fully warmed up now and desperate to feel his thick shaft filling me.
Dean gave me a wicked smile and sank into me in one easy movement, letting out an “Ohhh!” as his balls rested against my ass.
My vagina gave a sigh, and I squeezed my legs around his back, not caring when my prosthetic pinched my stump.
His cock throbbed inside me and I closed my eyes, savoring every twitch.
It would have been perfect… except that was exactly when the plane started to lurch around.
46
DEAN
“What the hell was that?” Kyla asked as she grabbed both armrests and her body tensed so much that her pussy clamped around my cock.
“Nothing to be worried about,” I said. “Just a bit of turbulence.”
The plane lurched again, and I mentally cursed its timing. Here I was, balls deep inside Kyla, and the plane chosethismoment to buck like a flying bull. She clung to me and whipped her head around, looking out every window.
“Are we going to die?” she whispered.
