Life to My Flight

by Lani Lynn Vale

  Then I kissed her.

  Her lips were cool from the water drying on her skin, and her hair smelled like the men’s body wash I used instead of her girly soap.

  Her long arms wrapped around my neck as her body practically floated above mine, tempting, but not quite touching.

  All, that is, except for the head of my dick.

  That was most definitely touching her.

  It was jabbing her insistently in the belly as our tongues rubbed and snaked along each other’s. Her hands latched onto my ears, grasping them hard as I plundered her mouth.

  Her nipples beaded against my chest, and drug excruciatingly slow over the smooth expanse of my chest each time she moved.

  Sensing her need for more, I latched onto her hips and spun her around until her back was against my front, and her naked ass was pressed flush against the cradle of my hips.

  She hissed when the cool air kissed the tips of her nipples, and my free hand snuck up and latched onto the tight, turgid tip.

  My mouth found the crook of her neck as I let the nearly three days of growth on my face rasp against the super soft skin.

  Her ass ground down into my ready cock, and she undulated against me, provoking a growl to burst from my chest.

  Using the buoyancy of the water, I lifted her and positioned my cock, and then pulled her back down until my cock sat poised at her entrance.

  She took over from there, moving her legs up until they were placed flat on either side of my thighs before pushing down, slowly taking my length inside her body.

  She felt like freakin’ heaven.

  Her body was like a tight, warm glove.

  One that was made specifically for me.

  So perfect, in fact, that she felt like there’d never been anybody but us.

  She lowered herself down, down, and down until I was seated in her fully.

  Her ass rested against my hips.

  “God, you feel brilliant,” I moaned against the wet skin of her back.

  She concurred with a grunt as she started moving, lifting all the way up until the head of my cock was just barely lodged inside of her before sinking all the way down.

  I’d never had sex in the shower before, much less the bath, so this was a new experience; but now that I’d had it, I knew it wouldn’t be our last foray in this bathtub.

  We’d have many, many more to come.

  On that thought, one hand found her hip, latching on so hard that I feared she’d be bruised in the morning. However, I didn’t let up, not even minutely.

  I watched her bounce up and down, each plunge making her tits slap against the water, creating small ripples on the surface.

  My eyes stayed glued to her beautiful breasts as she worked me harder and harder, chasing her orgasm with a ferociousness that surprised me.

  Her head flung back, and the wet strands of her hair tickled my chest.

  My free hand reached up and tangled with the long locks, keeping her head back, and exposing the long column of her throat.

  There was just something so erotic about the whole show she was putting on for me that my release started filling up my balls.

  My impending orgasm made my eyes narrow, and I pushed her forward and off of me.

  She moaned when my cock left her slick heat, but I didn’t make her wait for long.

  Shoving her forward until she was leaning over the side of the tub, the only thing out of the water was her hot pussy, and the long stretch of her back.

  Lining my cock up with her hole, I shoved inside, lifting her knees from the bottom of the tub slightly before withdrawing.

  I withdrew completely, allowing my cock to kiss the entrance of her pussy before I shoved back inside her. Deep.

  The head of my cock hit the back of her tight sheath, bumping up against the entrance to her womb.

  “Yes,” she breathed as she threw her head back again.

  I grinned devilishly, and shoved forward again.

  She took each thrust I had to give, and gave back more.

  It didn’t take but three more rough thrusts before I felt her core clutch me tightly, clamping down on me so hard that I saw Jesus.

  I growled, allowing myself to let go, shoving into her pussy with short, erratic strokes.

  Squeezing my eyes shut tightly, I groaned loudly, followed shortly by my release shooting out of my cock at what felt like a million miles an hour to get buried deep inside her still clenching sheath.

  We stayed just how we were for a few minutes, resting and catching our breath.

  “This is about how I saw our first time in this tub going,” I supplied.

  She laughed. “Yeah, that’s all I kept thinking about that time I saw it, too.”

  Smiling wide, I pulled out of her, watching as my release and hers combined started to leak from her channel.

  Reaching forward with my thumb, I gathered our combined juices and rubbed them into her pouting lips. “You’re beautiful.”

  She sank her lower half down into the water and turned to me.

  “You say the nicest things,” she said cheekily.

  I dipped my head, gesturing to the water. “The water’s pretty cold, now.”

  She nodded, reached her hand to the bottom of the tub before raising it in between her thighs.

  She washed herself efficiently as I stood and dried off.

  Hanging the wet towel on the rack, I grabbed a new one just as she stood and lifted her leg over the lip of the tub.

  “I like your bath mat, too,” she said as she wiggled her wet toes in the memory foam beneath her feet.

  I wrapped the towel around her shoulders and pulled her into my naked chest.

  “I bought it for you,” I said solemnly.

  She tilted her head and looked up at me.

  “Why?” I asked.

  Leaning forward, I kissed her on the tip of her cold nose before answering.

  “So you can bathe me like the king I am,” I said before letting her go and running away.

  Her screech of outrage followed me into my room, but the look on her face was worth it.

  A hundred times over.

  Chapter 17

  Anything that gets your blood racing is probably dangerous.

  -Life Lesson

  Cleo

  “Hey,” Rue said as I pulled on a pair of knit shorts over my boxer briefs.

  I looked up to find her watching me with a small smile on her face. “Yeah?”

  “Do y’all ever allow ride along’s?” She asked.

  I nodded. “Sure. All the time.”

  “Really? Do I have to sign up or something? Do I need to have any special permissions?” She asked.

  I shook my head again as I pulled a black shirt out of my drawer and shrugged it on. “No. It’s really up to whomever is on duty at the time. Who the flight medic is. Why do you ask?”

  She pursed her lips. “I just want to ride along. I’ve always enjoyed doing the trauma rooms, but I think it’d be interesting to see your side of things. I’ve always been curious about first responders.”

  “Come with me. What good is being boss if I can’t let you come with me whenever the hell I want to?” I asked.

  She grinned widely. “Okay…what do I wear?”

  ***

  Rue

  “You know,” I said. “You really shattered all of my illusions when you told me you wear clothes underneath your flight suit.”

  Cleo chuckled as he walked down the long white hallway that led to the heli-pad.

  We were at Life Flight headquarters, and were going out to do the ‘first check’ of the morning.

  The first thing Cleo had done when we arrived was find me a flight suit that fit me.

  He’d studiously ignored the glares of the man, Alonzo, as he went into the man’s office and started pawing through the closet where all the extra suits were held.

  “Sorry to burst your bubble,” he winked. “It just gets hotter than hell in that enclosed space. When you’re i
n route to the scene, or you have someone back there, you don’t necessarily feel the heat. But once you’re done, it finally hits you. If I’m not wearing anything on underneath, then I wouldn’t be able to pull the suit down.”

  I gave him a mock glare. “Still. I had these visions of you and all of them were centered on you having nothing under your suit.”

  He rolled his eyes at me, and then pushed the door open that led outside.

  “I’m flying today. Ross Bradley’s the flight nurse today. He’s new, so I don’t know much about him other than he’s just started this job, and he’s young. Maybe twenty five or so.”

  “Is he cute?” I teased.

  He looked down at me, and even though he had on glasses, I could tell he was glaring. “Keep it up.”

  I winked at him. “Okay, I’ll see what I can do.”

  “You do that, see what you end up with,” he growled, and then gave my ass a sharp slap.

  I squeaked and jumped forward. “Agh!”

  He grinned and walked in front of me, leading the way to the large white and green helicopter that was in front of us.

  “Would you let me fly sometime?” I asked.

  I was genuinely interested in learning to fly. I wanted to see why Cleo liked it so much.

  “Yeah…no. This is a multimillion dollar machine, and there’s no way I’m going to let you fly it. You’ll have to take actual lessons before I ever consider it,” he said, no bullshitting for my man.

  Not that I didn’t respect his decision, though.

  In fact, it impressed me.

  He wouldn’t think of compromising himself or me just because I wanted to have fun.

  “Normally, what I do when I first arrive on shift is do a check of the helicopter. I check my equipment, make sure everything is in proper working order. When I’m piloting, my partner’s the one who’s supposed to do the check of the supplies we have on board, but I’ll do that so I can show you what we normally do,” Cleo said as he opened the back doors of the helicopter, turned around, lifted me by my hips, and set me on the platform in the back of the helicopter.

  He followed up behind me and sat down on the bench beside the cot where the patients were strapped down.

  We were in there for twenty minutes as he showed me around the area before his partner came out.

  The man was young; really young.

  He must’ve gone into nursing school right out of high school.

  He couldn’t even grow a full beard yet; and he still had the whipcord lean body of a youth who didn’t have the bulkiness of an older man.

  He was cute, though.

  There was no doubt about that.

  “Hey,” the man said, holding out his hand to Cleo. “My name’s Ross Bradley. Nice to meet you.”

  I raised my eyebrows at Cleo when Cleo stared at the man for a few long moments. “Are you any relation to Grayson Trammel?”

  I blinked.

  Now that Cleo had mentioned it, Torren (Grayson was his real name) and Ross did look incredibly alike.

  Ross shook his head. “No, never heard of him. I actually just moved here because my ma’s in bad shape. She’s seeing a specialist here.”

  Cleo stayed silent for a moment too long, so I intervened. “I’m sorry to hear about your mom. I know it’s not good losing a loved one. My Nonnie’s in assisted living with Alzheimer’s. It’s like I lose her every couple of weeks.”

  Ross looked at me with sympathy. “I’m sorry to hear about that.”

  “I’m just showing Rue…” Cleo started to say when a loud sound from the radio on his shirt interrupted him.

  “Air Medic 1,” a disembodied voice relayed. “MVA on Interstate 20. South bound and East bound lanes are being shut down right now. Two year old male with major injuries to the right leg, right hand, and head. Sending coordinates to your navigation system.”

  My stomach knotted as the implications of my decision to ride with Cleo meant for me.

  I’d be watching a little tiny child fight for his life.

  The next thirty minutes happened quickly.

  It took us less than two to take off, and eleven to arrive on scene.

  I’d been on an airplane before. However, a helicopter was an entirely different experience.

  It felt incredibly weird to take off from a flat surface, straight up into the air.

  It was loud, and we had to wear helmets to hear each other speak.

  I watched from my perch in the Captain’s seat in the back, caddy corner to Cleo, who was awe inspiring.

  The man’s movements were so smooth and controlled

  He looked hyper focused on the land that was speeding by beneath us.

  He had on aviator sunglasses; paired with the large white helmet that was covering his head, there wasn’t much I could see of his face.

  Somehow, though, I knew that he was having fun.

  He loved doing his job. That had been why I’d been so upset that he quit his job.

  Sure, he could’ve easily been a paramedic, but he wouldn’t have gotten that sense of satisfaction from any other job.

  He wouldn’t have been in his element as he was at that very moment.

  I started noticing the interstate within five minutes of our flight, and then I saw the massive amount of backed up cars.

  “Catching up to the backed up cars normally means we’re getting close,” Cleo’s deep, voice rumbled over the airwaves.

  I kept my eyes on the traffic, flabbergasted as we passed mile after mile, car after car.

  It must’ve been an extremely bad wreck, and the closer we got to the scene, the more anxiety I started to feel.

  “Was there only one victim?” I asked.

  Cleo’s eyes didn’t move from the direction we were moving, but I could feel his attention shift towards me. “No, not necessarily. We’re really only called when there’s one that needs some major help. Most likely, they’ll just ground and pound the others, if they haven’t done so already.”

  “Ground and pound?” I asked, finally spotting the emergency crews a couple miles ahead.

  “That’s short hand for them running lights and sirens on the ground in an ambulance,” Ross said distractedly, watching the scene coming up on us very quickly.

  Cleo slowed exponentially, and I felt my stomach float up into my throat before it settled back down in the correct spot.

  Then we descended.

  I watched the ground as we moved closer and closer to the asphalt road of East Bound I-20.

  “Holy shit,” I said as my heart started to pound.

  I saw Cleo grin out of the corner of my eye, but my eyes were glued to the large, cleared area that Cleo was in the process of setting down on.

  “Nothing like it,” Ross said as he started to gather his supplies.

  The moment we set down, everything went into motion.

  Cleo kept the helicopter running, Ross opened the back doors, Cleo was there to get the stretcher, Ross went out. I went out. And I tried to stay out of the way, not wanting to interrupt their seamless partnership.

  The scene we arrived on was a nightmare made in hell.

  There were three cars involved, two of which no longer even resembled any vehicle I knew.

  The last one was a van, and the most chilling was the car seat sitting on the sidewalk, straps cut, showing where the first responders had removed it from the vehicle.

  There was a crowd surrounding the back of the ambulance where Cleo and Ross were headed, and they parted like the sea as soon as the two men made it up to them.

  My first look at the tiny child was overwhelming.

  Although I’d been an ER nurse for years, nothing could compare to the rawness of seeing it in the field.

  The transfer of the child was quick and relatively painless.

  Ross listened to the report from the ambulance crews as Cleo and another fireman started strapping the child down onto the helicopter’s stretcher.

  Three adults stood off to the side,
crying and watching the scene unfold.

  There was no telling which car they’d belonged to at one point, but it was nice to see that there were survivors from that awful crash.

  Cleo started back towards the ambulance with Ross close on his heels, running and shielding his eyes against the blades of the helicopter.

  As soon as they were close enough, I climbed back inside, doing my best to stay out of the way as Cleo put the patient in the back.

  Once the stretcher was locked into place, Cleo stepped back, letting Ross inside; Ross sat and immediately started making himself busy.

  The doors behind us slammed shut, closing us in.

  That was when I finally understood why Cleo did it.

  This was his passion.

  He literally had the lives of three people in his care right now.

  How empowering that must feel, and what a gift it was when a passion and an occupation came together.

  ***

  Rue

  “My head feels like it weights fifty pounds,” I groaned when my head met the pillow twenty four hours later.

  Cleo grinned and fell back on the bed beside me.

  His bed, might I add.

  I hadn’t been back to my apartment in over two days now.

  Which, if I were being honest, was okay with me.

  It was nice not to be alone.

  It was even nicer to have someone take off my shoes and pants for me when I was too tired to do it myself.

  “That’s what happens when you do twenty four hour shifts,” Cleo grunted as he threw my pants across the room, aiming for the large laundry hamper in the corner of the room.

  My eyes got heavy, sleep already settling in to take me under.

  “I enjoyed it a lot, though. Let me know when you’re hiring,” I teased.

  His hand smoothed down my back. “You got it.”

  The day had gone well.

  We’d gotten the little boy to the hospital in Dallas, and from what Cleo told me earlier in the day, the boy had lived through surgery after they cut a hole in his skull to reduce the intracranial pressure.

  They expected him to have a full recovery, and go on to live a full life.

  We’d run two more calls after that. Both had lived.

  And both would’ve died without Life Flight.