Free Fly With Me by Chanel Cleeton Page A

had ceased to be about what I wanted and instead became about pleasing him, about giving him a night he’d never forget. I’d already checked that box off for myself.
    I drew the boxer briefs down his legs, each inch of fabric sliding down sucking more and more air out of the room until I could barely breathe.
    He was beautiful. Big. Thick. Absofuckinglutely perfect.
    Definite Chupacabra territory here.
    I leaned forward, dragging my tongue along the underside of his cock, tasting him, his hands gripping my hair even harder, his hips canting toward me, a shudder rocking through him. His reaction fed me, satisfaction coursing through my veins. I swirled my tongue around the tip, sucking him deep between my lips, the groan that reverberated through his body the best sound I’d ever heard.
    I’d never felt more feminine in my life. This was power, madness, glory. This was a complete and utter shattering of his control and mine. I was the one on my knees, but it was impossible to feel anything other than the sense that I held his world in the palm of my hand.
    NOAH
    I’d never experienced anything that gave me the same kind of high I found in the cockpit. Until now.
    She took me into her mouth and I forgot my fucking name.
    I hadn’t been wrong in all my fantasies about her pouty lips—the girl gave magnificent head, made even better by the fact that she clearly got off on it, too. There was nothing worse than a girl who went down on you like it was a chore, but this girl licked and sucked my cock as though each stroke of her tongue, each bob of her head, took her closer and closer to finding her own brand of ecstasy.
    Her tongue swirled around the tip, a shiver trembling down my spine, drowning in the silky wetness and hot suction of her mouth, the urge to come between her lips.
    Maybe “magnificent” wasn’t a strong enough word.
    I pulled back, my hands on Jordan’s hips, lifting her up and carrying her over to the couch in the living room. One of us had entirely too many clothes on and I couldn’t wait until I had my mouth on her, until I learned if she tasted as sweet as she looked.
    I settled her on the edge of the couch, my hands spreading her wide, sinking down on my knees. Jordan stared down at me with the same dazed expression that I was beginning to recognize as her sex-face, her fuck-me mouth swollen from our kisses and my cock.
    It was like someone had dropped a fifty-pound weight on my chest. And then squeezed.
    I opened my mouth to speak, words flooding my mind, all of them praise I wanted to lavish on her that fell short before they even left my lips.
    I didn’t know how to describe the feelings pounding through me. Didn’t know how to quantify the sensation that from the moment we’d crossed over the threshold, fuck, from the moment I’d seen her, everything I’d known to be true had rolled and turned into a world I no longer recognized.
    â€œThis is better than a DCA sortie,” I muttered with a groan.
    â€œWhat?” Her lips came down on my neck, sucking at the skin there. My dick throbbed.
    I hadn’t even realized I’d said the words out loud. “It’s a good thing. A really fucking good thing.”
    I slid my hand up under her dress, skimming my fingers along her inner thigh, caressing her. I’d never felt anything as smooth or as seductive. The image of me fisting my cock, coming all over her pretty skin, filled my mind.
    That
would definitely be better than anything I could find in the cockpit. Hell, the image alone was heart attack inducing and I was
thisclose
to coming. Foreplay went out the window.
    â€œHow do you get this thing off?” I asked, tugging at the bottom of her dress.
    Jordan grinned, her voice a breathy whisper. “Quickly.”
    She slid away from me, fumbling with the back of the dress and then she lifted her hips and pulled it over her head, the fabric hitting the floor, her body bare