by Jess Bentley
Jack nods seriously. “With honors!”
“Wait… are you serious? Not last week?”
My fingers dig into the arms of the chair and I feel myself getting sweaty. The jet picks up speed and all of a sudden, I feel like I need to be out of the seat. Maybe out of this airplane. Maybe this was a bad idea.
“Chance, wait,” Jack chuckles. “Look at her… I think she really is scared.”
“Really? Hey, Chelsea? We were just kidding. He’s been a pilot for like twenty-five years. Honestly.”
“Honestly? Which is it?” I croak out, my voice dry and cracking.
Breaking the rules, Jack unbuckles his seatbelt and crosses the aisle to kneel between my feet, taking both my hands in his and forcing me to look at him.
“It was a joke!” he says in a soft, comforting voice. “You’re totally safe. I promise. I swear. We were just joking… Bad joke. Sorry about that.”
“Lots of things can go wrong! Did you feel that? Did you hear a bang? Or something?”
“Shit, look what you did, Jack,” Chance sighs, pushing his brother aside.
He kneels between my knees, taking Jack’s place. His hands are warm and smooth, sliding up the back of my calves, massaging me in his strong grip.
“Just relax,” he coaches me, his eyes clear and sparkling. “Enjoy the ride, Chelsea. Just trust us. Everything is going to be okay.”
“Just trust you,” I repeat, taking as deep a breath as my shuddering lungs will allow.
“That’s a good girl,” he continues smoothly, massaging my legs, opening my knees. I can feel his breath trickling up my skirt, warming the space between my thighs.
“See? Just feel that vibration, isn’t that nice? Kind of soothing?”
I try to focus on the vibration of the engines, to hear how strong and even they are. He kisses the inside of my knee, his tongue darting into the crease between my thigh and calf. His grip is unflinchingly strong and I find it a little easier to think about that than the engines that are supposedly about to fling us into the air. I don’t even understand how those work, but I do understand how his hands work. That I understand very well.
“Okay, it’s just a leap. It’s just a very long jump from here to there. Ready?”
I nod tightly, listening to the engines. All at once a part of the sound cuts out, and I realize we must have just taken off and the wheels are no longer vibrating against the tarmac. That’s it. We are in the air.
Chance starts to withdraw. “Okay, you’re good…”
I reach out to grab his hair, pulling him back closer to me. “No! Don’t go. Stay right where you are.”
He chuckles. His breath trails along my skin, and his hands return to my muscles. I like that. I like the feeling of our connection now that we are flying.
“This is where you want me?” he asks softly as he nibbles my leg, nosing my skirt aside, shifting his weight so he can push it up even higher.
I leave my hand in his hair and draw him even closer, excited by the feeling of his breath on my sex, mixing with the thrill of fear.
“Yeah, do that. This feels good…”
“Just focus on me,” he says as he lifts my knees, draping them over his shoulders.
I slide down in the chair as the back reclines, and try to relax. Chance’s tongue swirls over my inner thigh, nudging closer and closer to my pussy. With my eyes closed, everything vibrating and dull roar filling my ears, I could focus all of my attention on him. These warm, slippery sensations. The desire that builds in my body automatically at his touch. I could just let that be my existence right now, something to luxuriate in.
I can let it take me over. His tongue is soft and wet, probing and yet confident. He knows exactly what I want. My panties slide over my thighs and he is back immediately, warming me with his heat, cradling me in his strong embrace. He buries his face in my sex, mashing the whole length of me against his nose, mouth and chin. He takes all of me at once, hungrily, but not too hard. I wriggle against him, pulling him closer with my ankles.
Chance laps and laps, licking me from bottom to top, first gentle, then fluttering his tongue against my inner lips. I gush wetness all over his face, shamelessly dousing him. As we climb ever higher in the sky, my body exults too. I feel the whole planet below us. The world turns underneath the shiny white belly of this plane as Chance lavishes my pussy with his tongue, forcing me to the precipice of orgasm.
I come to the edge and then retreat, but I think he can tell. Immediately he takes my clit between his lips, sucking gently. At that moment I’m thrown right over the edge, weightless, helpless, spinning.
Breathlessly, I shudder and shiver in his hands, trembling until my body and soul are reunited.
“There, now,” he smiles, kissing me on my knees. “Isn’t that so much better?”
I want to answer, but I can’t. Jack nudges him aside and takes his place between my knees.
“You’re not done yet, princess,” he informs me. “Let’s see this through to the end.”
I want to object, but I can’t. As soon as his tongue reaches my outer lips, I’m helpless. Jack is more forceful, inserting his fingers into me, looking forward to find my G-spot. It takes my breath away and blasts me to the edge of the precipice immediately.
But though he is more direct, he’s also a master of control. He takes me to the edge, then lets me drift back, over and over again. His tongue swirls over my clit while his fingers work my hole, two and then three… Maybe four. I don’t know. All I know is I’m thrusting against him, holding my knees back so I can get more, begging for him to eat my pussy until I am pitched back to oblivion.
The second time, I explode like a bomb. Shamelessly I fill the sky with a practically supernatural roar.
I’m flying. I’m flying.
And it’s glorious.
Chapter 20
Chance
Our flight crew is under contractual obligation to be discreet, so Lorraine doesn’t show any signs of being aware that Jack and I spent twenty minutes eating Chelsea’s pussy while we jetted over the top of Illinois.
Chelsea is gorgeous, hair mussed, freckles glowing, her legs wobbly as we shuffle toward the front of the cabin. It was a nice variation on the mile-high club. I really enjoyed it.
But now I have a new plan. Chelsea glances at me before she meets Lorraine’s eyes, but Lorraine just gives her that plastic, professional smile. Chelsea straightens a little and heads for the stairs to the waiting town car, walking on clouds the whole way.
Jack catches up to her and takes her hand. She flinches back just momentarily and then settles into it, smiling sheepishly.
That’s it. Just a normal weekend. A beautiful lady and her boyfriend, like she said. And her other boyfriend.
“You guys cool if we push lunch back a little bit? Like an hour?” I ask as we pile into the back seat.
“You are the schedule guy,” Jack remarks. “We are here to obey, Chance.”
“An hour sounds perfect,” Chelsea smiles.
She still has that glow about her. I hope she isn’t tapped out quite yet.
Following instructions, the driver takes us out of the airfield and heads for the other end of the county. It’s a beautiful drive, hilly and bucolic, kind of dramatic for Illinois. There are bluffs and hillside farms with sheep. Endless horizon. Bright blue sky with very little wind.
We pass the Eagle Ridge golf course, and Jack points out the site to Chelsea.
“That is the forty-first best public golf club in the entire country,” he informs her.
“Well, now, that is interesting!” she exclaims. “I like that. Tell me more, tour guide!”
“Ha ha, very funny,” he rolls his eyes. “But actually, this area has a whole bunch of history. It was the first mineral rush in the US.”
“Really? Gold?”
“Well… no. Not gold. Galena.”
“And Galena is a…”
“Mineral.”
“Really!” she excla
ims. “So it was a Galena Rush!”
“Yes it was,” he answers smugly. “It’s an important mineral for silver.”
“Oh… No, I didn’t know that. That’s pretty cool.”
“See, smartass?” he gloats. “I know a couple of things, Chelsea.”
She pushes herself up onto his lap, straddling his hips so that she can kiss him and nuzzle his nose with hers. That seems to shut him right up. That’s a good trick. I wish I could do that.
“You’re absolutely right, Jack,” she murmurs sweetly. “I apologize.”
“Apologize for what?” he grumbles.
“I apologize for mocking you, Mr. Tour Guide.”
Normally he wouldn’t take that apology, but she is wriggling on his lap. He folds his hands behind her waist and pulls her closer to him, smiling as he nips at her nose and chin.
“Knock it off, you guys,” I announce as the car slows. “We’re here.”
“We’re here?” she giggles, brushing her wavy hair back from her face with the palm of her hand. “Where exactly is that?”
“You’ll see.”
We are parked on the grass, so I just get out to make sure there aren’t any gopher holes or puddles or surprise cliffs or anything. Chelsea emerges, shielding her eyes with her hand. She lets out a low whistle.
“Okay, I was not expecting that,” she admits.
The driver hands me a blanket, that I hand to her. She searches my face, smiling in disbelief.
“Oh, I was totally expecting this,” Jack boasts.
The field is enormous, bordered by woods that are probably a quarter mile away in any direction. Hot air balloons are placed strategically in quadrants, with their baskets on the ground, tethered by ropes. We head for a pink balloon, decorated with a giant rose. The captain waves to us over his head as we approach. I keep an eye on Chelsea out of the corner of my eye, happy to see that she is breathless and excited.
“Captain Murdoch, good to see you,” I announce, shaking his hand.
He smiles at all of us, his cheeks permanently sunburned, his sky-blue eyes squinted and full of laughter. Before he leaves the gondola, he hits the engine one more time, sending a blast of flame into the balloon above us, filling it with hot air. The basket rocks against the earth, ready to take off.
“Oh my God, this is amazing,” Chelsea sighs as she boards the gondola, her hand trailing along the top of the basket, holding on.
“Well, now that you have overcome your fear of flying…”
She gasps, slightly embarrassed by the memory. Her eyes flicker toward the captain, who obviously doesn’t know what we’re talking about.
Captain Murdoch latches the basket behind us, offering me a smart salute before turning around and walking back across the field to the tethers, undoing the first two with efficient snaps of his wrists.
Chelsea shakes her head, gripping the supports. Jack leans in the corner with his arms folded across his chest and his ankles crossed nonchalantly. His smile is twisted in a diagonal smirk.
“Um, you guys?” Chelsea asks nervously as she hangs on. “Are we… Um, is the captain coming back?”
I lean in close, supporting the back of her neck as I close my mouth over hers, equally turned on by her mingled smells of desire and mild terror. With a smirk, I pull away and then get on the engine lever again, sending another roar of flame upward.
“Chance!” she exclaims, clawing at my chest urgently. “What are you doing? Wait for the captain!”
“I am the captain,” I smile, tremendously pleased with myself, if I am being honest.
“Wh-What??” she stammers, and now her fingers are actually digging into my flesh, like, dangerously so.
“Chance is licensed as a hot air balloon captain,” Jack laughs from the other side of the gondola. “Cool surprise, huh?”
“You’re what?” she gasps, but her fingers loosen as she reads the expression on my face. “Seriously? You seriously know what you’re doing??”
“Take a look, Princess,” I shrug, jerking my chin to the space beyond us.
Practically quaking in her sandals, she forces herself to pivot toward the outside. I hear her gasp, and it just fills me with pride.
“Oh, oh my God,” she says, awestruck as we rise above the field, propelled by the air in the balloon. “Oh, this is amazing!”
“Well, let me know if you get too chilly,” I smile.
“What? No… I’m just… seriously, Chance, I’m totally gobsmacked!”
“Gobsmacked? Is that a word?” Jack chuckles, stepping behind her and caging her hands against the rail. He dips his head to double the exposed part of her neck and shoulder and she arches into him, sighing.
“Can you think of a better word?” she asks softly.
The pastoral beauty of the landscape sways beneath us as I pilot us straight up, keeping an eye on the altimeter. I don’t have to worry about wandering too far off course since there is no real wind today. But I do want to get us to a nice, convenient altitude.
“Well, we did promise you a weekend of rich-kid fun, didn’t we?” I ask.
She smiles brilliantly, holding her hair to the side with one hand.
“You never disappoint, Chance!”
“That’s exactly what I want to hear,” I smile, catching Jack’s eye over her shoulder. He catches my drift right away, and nudges her gently to pivot. His eyebrows go up slightly, as though awaiting further instruction, and all I have to do is think it to know that he understands exactly what I want.
Chelsea’s smile is all I can see, even as we are surrounded by all this beauty. I just fix my eyes on her eyes, locking my gaze with hers.
Behind her, Chance opens a bottle with his thumb. The squeak catches her attention and she gasps, twisting. He holds the bottle up and shakes it slightly, grinning.
“You didn’t think I would forget the lube, did you?”
Her mouth hangs open as she turns back to look at me.
“Wait… What? Up here?” she stammers. “How is this going to work?”
“It’s going to be amazing,” I answer simply. “You just hang on. Okay? Handles are over your head.”
She looks up to confirm that there are basket handles over her head and dutifully reaches up, lacing her fingers through the spaces. But she doesn’t need to worry. Jack and I have her. I just wanted her to feel more secure.
Jack already has his cock out, shiny with lube as he strokes it. He’s dripping onto the floor of the gondola, but I suppose that’s why I tip the captain so well. With his other hand, he lifts the back of her skirt and pulls down her purple silk panties, carefully placing them in the pile with his trousers.
“We don’t want these flying off across the field,” he explains with a grin.
Excited and maybe a little nervous, Chelsea’s smile quivers around the corners but I kiss that away as I step out of my trousers, hard and ready for her, shivering slightly in the much cooler breeze.
For good measure, I give the balloon a little extra loft. I don’t want to end up back on the ground before we are done.
“Just spread your legs,” I tell her softly. “We’ve got you. Just relax.”
Obediently she pushes her ankles apart, then tips her head and smiles up at me with a kind of “oh no you wouldn’t” sort of expression.
Oh but I definitely would. I certainly am.
All at once, I crouch underneath her so I can angle back up and hilt myself in her sweet hot pussy all at once. I take her smooth, and deep, and strong, relishing the sound of her long gasp.
Behind her, Jack holds her hips. He maneuvers her up and down on my shaft, jerking his chin to me to indicate that I should lean back a little bit. Balancing on my elbows, I let her ride me in midair, a thousand feet over the ground below. She arches her back magnificently, her hair wild and flying out to the side as Jack urges her onto me, bucking her like a championship rider.
When she seems ready, he pushes her slightly forward, lining himself up behind her. Her e
yes pop open, and I know she knows it’s happening. She gasps in surprise, but still works those sweet, limber hips over me. Jack’s hand clenches the front of her belly as he adjusts the angle, and then he squares up, ready to take her ass.
I know the exact moment it happens, because the expression on her face is absolutely euphoric. She somehow shifts her lower back so that her clit brushes the bottom of my abs, spreading herself open so that he can take her ass while I am inside her. I feel it, the encroachment. I feel the pressure of his dick sliding along mine, separated only by the thinnest of membranes. I feel her muscles relax as she forces herself to encompass us both.
His dick slides along mine and when we are even, he glances at me, his face a mask of concentration. This is so fucking hot; I feel like I’m going to come immediately. But I force myself to pull out so that we can both plunge back into her. In and out a few more times, syncing our rhythms, suspending her body between our bodies, flying through the sky like perverse angels.
We fuck voraciously, breaking several natural laws. I am covered in sweat that is mine or his or hers, I don’t even care. We fuck until we are falling. We fuck until the gondola shakes with the strain. We fuck like gods. We fuck like demons.
And all at once, all three of us explode like a cannon. The basket shakes and sways underneath the balloon, stretched to its breaking point. But I can barely care. All I can do is come and come and come.
Shaking, practically shaken apart, we all hang on for dear life until we can see straight again. Then carefully we disengage, trying to get clothes back on, trying to get cleaned up before the effect wears off.
When the engine is off, it is extremely peaceful. The only sound is the gentle wind… The people who are so far below. We take a moment to look out and hold each other, shivering and grateful, before we finally and gently come back to earth.
Chapter 21
Jack
Captain Murdoch is an old friend of Chance’s. They met at some kind of auction or something… I don’t really remember all the details. But his dream was to retire in Galena and run a hot air balloon business. He actually has an MBA and sold a really lucrative chain of gas stations when the market was hot.
