by Maine, Miley
“Good,” Sebastian said with a sigh, sinking down to sit on a nearby chair and resting his head in his hands. “You know that she has a crush on you, a big one, too, I think. I just, I don’t know, I guess I figured that you getting into some kind of relationship with her would be taking advantage of that.”
I had considered that, too, but I didn’t quite see it the same way Sebastian did. I had given her time, asked her many times if what we were doing was something she was okay with, and she continued to say yes every time. I wasn’t using her crush on me to coerce her into anything. We were two consenting adults, after all.
“Sebastian, you can trust me,” I said, laying a hand on his shoulder.
I knew as soon as the words left my mouth that they would come back to haunt me in the end.
“I do,” he said. “Now come on, we only have today. Let’s spend it wisely.”
7
Serenity
Needless to say, I was excited for my flight with Grayson. For one, I had never been on a private jet before. For another, I was happy for the extra opportunity to be with him a little longer and to hopefully show him that I was worth keeping around. I knew that wasn’t the best way to think about things—after all, Grayson had been pretty clear about us just ‘messing around’—and thinking like that was likely to leave me heartbroken in the end, but I liked Grayson a whole lot and I wanted to at least try. After all, I’d never thought we’d get this far.
We had to get up early to leave the next morning, but that wasn’t too much of a problem for me. I just went to bed way earlier the night before to make sure that I had plenty of energy to enjoy the flight and my first day in Los Angeles.
Grayson came around to the house to pick me up at six am sharp, and I loaded my suitcases into his car and then slid into the seat next to him. I had already said my goodbyes to my family the night before as all of them wanted to be able to sleep in on a Sunday morning. I understood the sentiment. I was already feeling tired, and I had gotten plenty of sleep the night before. But at this point my body was used to being able to sleep in and I was pretty sure it hadn’t seen dawn since my community college days. I guessed that I would have to change now that I had an internship with Grayson.
“Got everything?” he asked once I closed the door behind me.
“Yeah, all ready to go,” I replied.
“Alright, then off we go.” He pulled out into the street, then began to drive down the roads that I had known since my childhood. It felt strange to leave them, especially with Grayson, and part of me felt a dawning concern that I’d never come back. But I shook that feeling off and focused on the exciting trip ahead.
I’d never been to the private airfield where the jet was already waiting for us, so after a while the streets became strange and unfamiliar. I didn’t mind, though; it kind of made it easier. I just stared out the window, absorbing the new scenery and drinking in Grayson’s company.
The two of us didn’t speak much on the drive to the jet, both tired and Grayson probably stressed about whatever crisis called him back so soon, so we just listened to the radio station that Grayson had turned on. Whenever a love song came on, I found myself looking over at him and fantasizing about how things could be. I knew that wasn’t exactly smart, but it was the only thing I knew how to do.
Once we arrived, I couldn’t help but gasp. I had known we were taking a private jet, but the reality of it didn’t hit me until we were already standing in front of it. It seemed so luxurious, so out of place among the rest of my life. I had never thought that such a day as this might come. Flying to LA on a billionaire’s private jet? Is this really me?
“You’ll get used to it,” Grayson leaned over to whisper in my ear.
I shook my head. “I don’t know if I ever could. It’s too...big.”
He shrugged. “It’s alright to feel that way—shows that you’re humble and not entitled. Your parents would be proud.”
I laughed. “I wouldn’t exactly call myself humble, but I guess you’re partly right.”
Greeting his flight crew, Grayson helped me up and into the plane. The interior was even more luxurious than the outside, with cream leather seats and red accenting. The carpet looked freshly steamed and there were already snacks and drinks waiting for us. It felt so spacious inside, but I guessed that was only to be expected. After all, it wasn’t crammed full of seats and people like most planes tended to be. There was space to move around, and even a sofa and a flat screen TV.
“Is this how you usually travel?” I asked, turning to Grayson.
He nodded. “It’s fast and efficient, and I can easily get work done while flying. Now come on, we have to buckle up for take-off.”
“Okay.” I sat in one of the comfy leather seats and strapped myself in, taking a sip of the mixed drink on the tray in front of me. It was fruity, sweet, and had just a hint of a kick. Normally I didn’t drink mixed drinks like this because it was too easy to lose track of how much alcohol you had actually consumed, but I trusted Grayson and the flight wasn’t going to be that long anyways.
Just like any other plane, the private jet roared to life beneath us once all the initial checks were completed. Take-off was quite a bit smoother than I was used to (I hadn’t flown much, but the times I had were in very cramped conditions), and it wasn’t long before we were at a stable height and Grayson told me that I could now take off my seatbelt and roam around if I wished.
Once I had unclipped my seat belt, Grayson turned to me with a mischievous smile. “Well?”
“Well, what?” I cocked my head, confused as to what kind of an answer he wanted from me.
“Well, what would you like to do? We have maybe an hour before we land, perhaps less. The jet is all yours.”
There was definitely a hint to what exactly he wanted to do lying behind his words. As he said, we had plenty of time, plenty of space, and plenty of privacy. Who wouldn’t want to join the Mile High Club in this instance?
I looked around. “Is there a bed somewhere in here?”
Grayson let out a deep laugh and I blushed. “Why? Are you looking to take a nap?”
I shook my head. Perhaps I had misinterpreted what he wanted. “Not exactly.”
“Don’t worry, Serenity, I know what you mean. I don’t usually take overnight flights, so there isn’t a bedroom in this one, but I think that couch should be just fine. What do you think?”
I nodded, a smile covering my face in spite of myself. Sex with Grayson was shaping up to be quite an interesting experience, and I was glad for it.
Grayson stood, coming over to grab me. He pulled me to my feet and then drew me into a rough and passionate kiss. “You’re all mine,” he whispered in my ear. “You better not forget that among all the pretty people of LA.”
I shivered and he drew down my scarf, revealing the place where he had marked me the other day. It had developed into a dark bruise, and he made a sound of approval deep down in his throat.
“You look so lovely with my mark on you. I bet you’d look even sexier with more of those.”
I looked up at him, biting my lower lip, warmth already pooling in my stomach. “You think so?”
“I do.” He leaned down, kissing my lips again, then kissing a line down my jaw. “Of course, that would be mighty unprofessional,” he teased.
“Do you think I care?”
“I just don’t want rumors floating around about you, my pretty doll,” he said, pulling away for a moment and looking deep in my eyes. “You don’t deserve that.”
“I guess you’ll just have to leave them where no one but you can see them then,” I said, pulling down my sweater and shirt to reveal my collar bone and the top of my shoulder.
“Mmmm, I like the sound of that,” he said, his eyes growing dark with desire. “I’ll paint artwork all over your body, my dear.”
“Yes,” I said, stifling a moan and grabbing a fistful of his shirt to draw him back to me. “I want you to.”
“Then I
will.”
He leaned down, pressing a kiss to my shoulder then along my collar bone. “You have such lovely skin,” he said. “So easy to bruise, so soft against mine.” I gasped as he bit down, creating suction to leave yet another mark on me.
“You’re so wonderful,” I said, tracing a hand down the side of his face. “You make me feel so good.”
“I know, baby.” He drew me over to the couch, then pushed me down onto it so that he could stand over me with a dark look in his eyes. “That’s why I do what I do. To make you feel good.”
“We both know it’s for more than that,” I said.
“You got me—there’s a bit of self-satisfaction in there, too, but all of that seems secondary compared to you.”
He straddled me, leaning down to kiss me again, his hand finding its way down to the meeting of my thighs. He hummed to himself as he massaged me through my clothes and I groaned, pushing up against his touch.
“So eager, so eager,” he intoned, tracing one finger down the side of my cheek. “My dear, your face is so cute when you want me like that.”
“I think I never stop wanting you like that.”
“When you want me, in that moment—” He applied more pressure and I squeezed my eyes shut, arching my back and letting the pleasure take over. “—Like that, the way you move, the expressions you make. They’re so wonderfully delicious. You have no idea what they do to me.”
He hooked his fingers beneath the waistbands of my pants and pulled down. I helped him wiggle them off of me, sitting up slightly so that I could relieve myself of my top layers, too. It was plenty toasty in the plane so I didn’t need them, and even if it hadn’t been, my body was producing plenty enough heat just from the way Grayson was looking down at me. Just the expression in his eyes made my stomach tighten and wetness pool within me.
Now I was lying beneath him in nothing but a cute set of matching panties and a bra, light pink with little bows on the front of the bra and at the hips of the lacey panties.
“You dirty little girl,” he admonished, licking his lips. “You knew this was going to happen, didn’t you?”
“More like hoped,” I said. “I wanted to be prepared in case it did.”
“Well, you certainly did that. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing you in lingerie.”
I giggled. “I’m happy to wear anything for you.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Maybe I’ll have to pick you out something special when we get to LA then.”
I blushed, thinking about going lingerie shopping with Grayson, trying things on for him and the promise of a long night when he finally picked out what he wanted me to wear. It was exactly the kind of thing that I wanted to do, especially with him.
“Please do,” I said. “I’ve always wanted to wear special lingerie for someone.”
His eyebrows furrowed together. “You haven’t?”
I shook my head. “There was never an occasion to.”
He kissed me on the forehead and leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Well, that truly is a shame, because they were missing out. I promise we’ll make an occasion for it.”
I smiled at him. “Thank you.”
“Of course.”
His fingers trailed down my sides, leaving trails of tingling coolness in their wake. They stopped right above the waistband for my panties, rubbing little circles into my hips as if to taunt me.
“You can take them off, you know,” I reminded him.
“I know. I’m just enjoying myself.”
It was something that Grayson seemed to do a lot, take his time, enjoy himself, and not just in terms of sex. It seemed like a wonderful way to live, but it was absolutely agonizing when I was on the receiving end of it—or rather, waiting to be. The pressure just kept building up and I wanted release.
“Grayson,” I groaned, taking his hand in mine and moving it down to where I wanted him. He laughed, massaging me through the fabric of my panties for a moment, then pushing them to the side so that he could slide his finger inside me.
It felt so good, the stretching, the way that he knew exactly where to go to hit my G spot. Then he added a second finger and I couldn’t help but squirm beneath him. I knew his hand had to be soaking wet from the amount of desire I was feeling.
“Nnnnnh.” I couldn’t vocalize much in this state of intense pleasure and need. All that came out were little noises that Grayson responded to positively, going faster and thumbing at my clit as well. I could tell he enjoyed having this effect on me and I blushed at the thought of how much power he had over me in this moment. In that moment, I would have done anything he asked, and I would have loved it.
I hadn’t known that someone could make me orgasm just by fingering me. None of my past boyfriends had been able to do it, but Grayson made it seem so easy. Within minutes, I was cumming all over his hand, gasping for my breath as the orgasm rocked through me.
“You think you can handle a bit more?” he asked, looking down at me with a glint of mischief in his eyes.
“From you? Always.”
“Good, because I want to take you myself.”
I watched Grayson as he stood, discarding his top layers, and then pulling his pants and briefs down to reveal his glorious cock. It was thick and hard from arousal, and I knew that it had to be throbbing right now.
“Do you want me, baby?” he asked, a tone of dominance to his question, definitely something I had come to expect after the first time.
“Yes.”
“What do you want?”
“I want your cock in me, I want you to cum inside me.”
He groaned, tilting his head back. “Unfortunately, I can’t fill your tight little pussy with cum until we get you on some birth control, but I am happy to comply with everything else.”
He leaned down, grabbing a condom from his pants pocket, and then ripped open the package and rolled the protective plastic down over his cock. I understood his want for safety and I appreciated it, but I also hoped I could get on some birth control soon because I was impatient to feel his skin against mine, deep and throbbing inside of me.
He positioned himself back above me again, looking down at me with a cheeky smile.
“I can’t wait to take you,” he said, leaning down to whisper in my ear. “You feel so good around my cock, baby.” I shivered at the words, arching my hips up to meet him.
He thrust down into me, filling me with his length and making me groan in pleasure as his cock hit my G spot and sent thrilling waves through me.
In and out he thrust, grabbing my hips tightly to bring them up to where he wanted them, whispering words of encouragement the entire time.
“You’re doing so good, baby, that’s it, that’s it,” he said, unable to keep from moaning himself. “Ahhh, Serenity, you feel so good.”
I nodded, closing my eyes. I could feel myself getting close again, the pressure constant now.
He kept going, faster and harder, then reached down to stimulate my clit with one hand. This pushed me over the edge, and he kept going as the orgasm went through me. Then he came himself and withdrew, looking down at me with a soft smile.
“How was that?” he asked.
“Lovely,” I said, leaning up to kiss him. “Do you even have to ask, though? You could see how I was reacting.”
“Well, I do like to hear it straight from your lips.”
He laid down next to me on the couch, and then pulled me close to his body. I sighed as his warmth enveloped me and his arm rested perfectly over my waist. I fit so well against him, I wished that there was a way we could stay together like this forever.
“What are we going to do when we land?” I asked, knowing that the time had to be nearing for our descent and frowning internally.
“We’re going to go straight to my office,” he said. “I want to start taking care of things as soon as I can. Is that alright with you?”
“That’s fine,” I said, though I didn’t know if it would be. I was already
feeling a little flustered, and I would have preferred to get myself cleaned up before going into the office. But I supposed that I didn’t really know what might be going on with his work, so it might be more important for him to get into the office as fast as possible.
“Good.” He gently kissed the back of my neck. “Thank you for being so understanding. There’s a bathroom in the back of the plane if you want to get dressed again and brush your hair down. We don’t have much longer before we have to get back to our seats.”
I nodded, feeling a blush creep over my face. I stood, gathered my clothes, and headed back to the bathroom in the rear of the plane. I got dressed, then took a moment to wash my face and brush my hair back down into a semblance of professionalism.
I looked in the mirror and sighed, putting my hands on my hips. I couldn’t help but feel like it was going to be so obvious that Grayson and I had been messing around. It was written all over my face.
I returned to the cabin. Grayson was dressed now and sitting in his seat. He looked so professional already, I didn’t know how he managed to do it. I guessed it was just natural for some people. He gave me a smile and gestured for me to sit.
“The flight attendant came to tell me we will be landing in about ten minutes, so now is the time to get back strapped in,” he said.
“Okay,” I replied, taking my seat and clicking my seatbelt into place. I squirmed around a bit, trying to find a position that was comfortable. My panties were soaking from earlier, making them bunch, and I was still feeling turned on.
“You okay?” Grayson asked with a smile, cocking one eyebrow.
“Yes,” I lied, knowing that he could probably see straight through me.
“I can have my driver take you back to my place if you need some time,” he said, sounding absolutely amused.
“No, it’s okay. I’m fine,” I insisted.
“Whatever you say,” he said with a shrug. “Just make sure you tell me if you need something. All of my focus will be one work, so I won’t be able to figure it out unless you tell me.”
