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“Can I have a hint?” She's giddy. Unable to contain the excitement.
I smirk. “Not a chance. You'll find out soon enough.”
After helping her into the car and scooting in next to her, she leans against me and the driver starts the engine. The familiar streets of Jordan's neighborhood pass by in a blur and my excitement builds as we make our way, not to the commercial airport, but to Boeing Field, where a private jet experience awaits us.
I know the second she catches sight of the Falcon 900LX, an eco-friendly private jet I chartered.
“What the fuck? Peter?” She presses her face to the window, taking in the sleek aircraft before us.
“I know you've flown private many times.” I'm not usually one to indulge, given my propensity for conservation. “But this one is special, it's one of the most eco-efficient jets out there. It's indulgent, but we'll travel with a lower carbon footprint than a commercial plane, even though you and I are the only passengers today.”
She kisses me sweetly. “You've taught me to be mindful of our impact. This is super cool.”
As we board the jet, the luxurious and intimate interior greets us. The cabin is spacious, with private sleeping quarters in the back. Decorated in creams and grays, the attention to detail in the design is evident, blending comfort with elegance. Settling into the plush seats, I can't help but feel a sense of pride.
“This is beyond anything I could have imagined.” Jordan grabs my hand. “I'm looking forward to having you to myself all weekend.”
Once we hit cruising altitude, I squeeze her hand gently, ready to reveal the first of many surprises. “So…in case you hadn't realized it, we're down to the final item on the Tryst List. What do you say…”
“Mile high club!” Jordan squeals, then clamps her hand over her mouth and looks around the cabin nervously.
I lean over, my lips nip at hers as my hand skates up her ribs to cop a feel of her tit. “You can be as loud as you want, baby. It's only us and the pilots for a little over two hours.”
“Where are we going…” she starts to ask, but I silence her with a kiss.
I flick my thumb over Jordan's already taut nipple. “The only place you need to think about is the bedroom. I want you so bad I can't wait another second.”
Standing, I take Jordan's hand and lead her to the back of the plane where I've arranged for rose petals to be sprinkled all over the fluffy, white duvet. I close the door behind us and her hands fall to my chest then rise to my shoulders.
“I'm so fucking horny. I've worn out the batteries on my clit stimulator since you've been gone.” She unbuttons my shirt and slips her fingers under the fabric, slowly moving it over my shoulders and down my arms. I shake it off to the floor and kick it into the corner.
And…my dick tries to bore out of my jeans as I lift Jordan's shirt over her head. “God, me too. I beat off four or five times a day every time we're apart,” I whisper against her lips.
Heated eyes trained on each other, we hastily take off our clothes. Jordan pulls down her leggings and kicks off her shoes while I fumble with my zipper, which is taut against my erection. The second I manage to free myself, Jordan grips me tightly while I step out of my boxers and jeans.
It's nearly too much. “Fuck, Jordan.”
I pepper her with whispery kisses as she strokes me from root to tip, moving down her collarbone to pull her hard little nipple in between my lips.
“Yes,” she keens, pumping me faster. “God, I've wanted to fuck you on a plane for so long.”
Continuing to suck and nibble her nipple, I cup her other breast and squeeze. Glide my hand down to the teeniest swell of her belly. I can't help but pause for a moment, before slipping my fingers through her folds and plunging them into her channel.
“Fuck. You're soaking.” I drag my wet fingers to her clit.
She squirms. “And very, very sensitive.”
“So sensitive.” Amping up my rhythm on Jordan's needy little nub, my tongue dives into her sweet mouth and swirls against hers. Her hips seem to have a mind of their own, bucking and grinding against my hand. I feel her core muscles tense up, and I know exactly what to do. My fingers slide through her slickness and furiously circle her clit, exactly the way she likes it.
Soon, she's panting against my mouth and clutching at my hair. “Peter, I’m coming…oh God.”
I'll never get tired of Jordan gushing all over my fingers. Her entire pussy vibrates as she melts against me. Moaning. Writhing. Panting. I've got her, though, holding her upright until she catches her breath. Then, I ease her down on the bed.
“Good girl.” Gripping my cock, I stroke myself to get a little relief, rotating and pulling. Occasionally swiping my thumb over my crown.
“It's so hot watching you jack yourself.” Jordan's knees fall open, revealing her glistening, pink pussy. She reaches between my legs and gently squeezes and rolls my balls between her fingers. Bites her lip. Pinches her nipple with her free hand. “Put your thick cock inside me.”
Since her dirty little mouth doesn't specify where, I tap my shaft against her lips. “I love you craving my cock.”
