“Damn.” Gage tore his fingers off the knobs and unconsciously put them back around her waist, kneading her flesh in frustration. “Don’t know what happened. All the oil got dumped. Only sixty-three hours on this turbo, too.”
She fanned her fingers across his broad chest and frowned. “You mean the oil leaked out?” He nodded. Not good. Her parents needed his services tomorrow night. “They can fix that, right?”
Gage shrugged and smiled good-naturedly. “Sure. But first I have to get the plane inspected and out of here.” His hands slipped beyond her waist to her back and she felt a light pressure as he drew her in.
She leaned closer, massaging his chest as if she’d known him for years. “How long will that take?”
Tentatively, his nose brushed hers. Her eyelids fluttered as she nuzzled him back and a low growl vibrated through his chest. Slowly, softly, the tips of their noses rubbed together until Lorna’s became as sensitized as her swollen, ready clit. And to think she’d always snickered about “Eskimo kisses” as they’d been called in elementary school. Maybe there was something to the northern style after all.
“A week, maybe two,” he whispered before nipping her lower lip.
She should be upset about that, she thought through the shimmer of mounting lust. His tactile lips surrounded and sucked gently on hers, seemingly intent on driving all concerns from her mind. “You’re supposed to pick up my parents tomorrow night at Morey Field,” she protested in a feeble voice.
“Not going to happen, sweetheart.” His tongue darted out and engaged hers in a brief fencing bout. “They’ll have to rent a car.”
With his hands freely roaming her body and his hot tongue tangling around hers, she couldn’t muster the energy to fret over her parents’ transportation options. They’d find a way.
Besides, she still straddled Gage’s thigh and the slide of the thick seam of her jeans against her pussy made it ache for his hard, thrusting cock. All it’d take would be a few well-timed wiggles and she’d come on his lap. But she wanted much more.
A gust of wind rocked the Mooney. Then another, pelting ice against the windshield and drawing their attention to a suddenly steely sky. Gage snapped the headset on, shouted some incomprehensible pilot-speak then tore the headset off. “Rogue storm. Copter’s been grounded. No telling when they’ll arrive.”
“How’d they know we crashed?” She hadn’t heard Gage alert anyone.
“ELT—emergency locator transmitter. Kicks in automatically.”
Cool! She hadn’t known that. But still. He should’ve radioed in to let everyone know they were alive. Perhaps his mind had been preoccupied with something else? Like her? The idea turned her insides to goo. “So they suspended the rescue?”
Gage nodded and his eyes ran laps around her face. “Gonna take a while.”
She licked her lips and his warm gaze followed the movement. “So we’re stranded.”
“In nowhere-land and I’m the nowhere man. No one will worry if I’m late.” His chiseled features had softened with expectation.
“Me either.” Not tonight, anyway. Suddenly she wished she did have someone besides her parents and brother who’d worry. She and Gage could freeze to death tonight and they’d be the only ones who’d miss her.
Wait a minute.
Freeze. To. Death.
Rescue was nowhere in sight. Subzero temperatures were moving in.
Had she survived a quick and painless end only to perish slowly and tortuously? “Could we die here?”
“Unlikely but possible.”
She recalled reading a pithy quote somewhere, about being on one’s deathbed and what one’s regrets might be. The regrets never had anything to do with career advancement. “I’ve devoted my whole life to work,” she told Gage in a faraway voice. “Built a solid reputation and an impressive portfolio, pleased my parents and am now set to climb even higher in my profession.”
“Sounds great.”
She tilted to face him. “And for what? To die in the snow with a stranger?” Until this minute she’d always thought of her life in positive terms—of what she had or would soon have. Now, what she might miss yawned into a hungry void. “To have never known what it was like to be…”
He reached out and massaged the nape of her neck. “To be what?” he asked gently.
“To be everything to someone. Just once.” Like you are to me at this moment. “To make love with raw desperation.” The pressure from his fingertips increased and a pleasure-pain shot through her tense shoulders straight into her cunt.
“Is that your ultimate fantasy?” His voice had grown thick.
She nodded. “Do you have—” She cleared her throat. “Do you have a last wish?
Something you’ve never done that you would like to do before…before you go?”
“How optimistic.”
“I read the papers. People get stranded and die every winter in storms. Do you think we’re somehow immune?”
“No,” he said grimly. “I’m well aware I might not survive into next year. Dwelling on it isn’t my bag though.”
“What would you do if you knew you were going to die tonight?”
He raked her up and down until the heat from his eyes made her sweater smoke.
“I’d fuck you with raw desperation.”
Chapter 2
Without further fanfare Gage yanked her lips onto his. Hell, if the ass-clenching landing wasn’t enough to give him an adrenaline-stoked hard-on, having Miss Behavior in his cockpit certainly was.
He’d recognized her instantly from the hot picture the local paper printed over her column. Read her sarcastic words religiously. Fantasized daily over what it would be like to fuck a card-carrying prude like her. And now she was blessing him with the opportunity.
He’d always wanted to meet her, always wondered what she’d be like in person.
Always sensed some steaming blue blood ran in those ice-covered veins.
To find he’d been right sent both his heads on an explosive trajectory.
Even better, he liked her—respected the calm way she’d handled herself during the emergency. And it blew him away how the rush of the near-death experience turned her on. Most women would’ve crumpled into blithering wads of hysteria.
Lorna got horny.
Like he did.
If ever a woman in this world was created precisely for him, it had to be her.
And now, the honeyed heat of her mouth, the plump fullness of her breasts, the firm cushion of her perfectly rounded ass humping his leg was about to drive him insane.
He’d never needed to fuck a woman. Wanted to, sure. But not like this. Like the way he needed air.
He slid his lips around her face and neck, sucking and devouring her silky flesh while his hands plundered the rest of her. Down the back of her jeans they dove, making her arch and squirm in his tight embrace when he clenched those luscious cheeks and stroked a finger along her damp crevice.
Couldn’t beat the easy access of low-rise stretch jeans! The interior was humid and hot, her panties moist with cream. It mirrored the feeling surrounding his rigid, bursting cock, the soak of pre-cum on his briefs and the high temperature of his uncontrollable desire.
Now if only he had more room to spread her out, climb all over her and expose that naked flesh to screw it off her bones, life would be perfect.
Bending her gently into the crevice between the seats, he slid her through to the back and followed. Her succulent, tasty lips never broke contact with his during the surprisingly graceful shift and he nearly lost it from an explosion of sexual admiration.
“You’re blowing my mind,” he mumbled against her mouth.
“I’ll blow your cock too.”
There is a God.
They tangled up on the backseat. He wrenched her sweater up over her head. Static electricity sparked in her hair sending tingles along the backs of his hands. “You set me on fire,” he teased and she laughed low in her throat. “I like that s
ound. You should laugh more.”
“It’ll be my New Year’s resolution. That and more sex.”
“Remind me to give you my number.”
They grinned at each other until his cock swelled to disastrous proportions.
“I already have your number,” she cooed.
Yeah. He bet she did.
He pushed her down onto her back and ground his cock into her cunt and she opened her legs to straddle him. In the confines of the airplane, lying down completely was a no-go. Fucking her stupid wasn’t going to be a walk down easy street. But this was definitely the best position for a strip search.
Gage unhooked her bra. Plain, white and utilitarian. He hadn’t seen one of those since high school.
Holy Christ. Victoria’s Secret be damned. He’d always been more turned on by the Sears catalogue and the mysteries that lay underneath the pristine surface of the models.
The mystery vanished as her billowy satin breasts burst out—snow-white and luxurious with shell-pink nipples perking in the air and begging to be sucked. He diddled one with a fingertip, admiring its delicate perfection before pulling it into his mouth with his tongue.
Lorna gasped and writhed against his face, pressing him further into her soft mounds, making him hungry for the rest of her. As he unbuttoned her jeans to uncover matching cotton panties, molten lust surged up from his balls and threatened him with imminent escape.
Lorna bolted upright to shake off her pants and tore at his as well. The desperate scramble for a condom and the jolt of cool air spared him premature embarrassment and provided momentary reprieve. Then he heaved her onto his lap and speared his raging cock into the heat of her tight, wet, underused pussy.
Shock waves of pleasure cantered through his body. It’d been too long since he’d had sex, too. And forever since he’d been this excited about doing it.
As he grasped her waist and slid gently in and out, the perfumes of extreme arousal sparred with his reason and left no doubt in his mind. Miss Behavior had the answers to all his problems. He just needed to make sure she stuck around.
* * * * *
Lorna’s body convulsed as her pussy sucked in his round, heavy velvet head. The hard rim around it slid up the length of her in a shuddering stroke and she felt it butt up against her back wall with a satisfying thud. God. This couldn’t be happening. She couldn’t be having wild, hungry sex with a total stranger.
Her cunt tightened around the thickness of his shaft as her cream lubricated it for thrusting. She parked one knee on the soft leather seat beside Gage’s hip and braced the foot of her other leg against the floor. Then she began pumping her pelvis in rhythm with his.
Gage wasn’t a stranger, she justified. Not anymore. They’d been to hell and back in one short hour. Didn’t his behavior during that hour speak volumes about his character?
He’d displayed courage, strength and calm in the face of disaster. He had a good sense of humor. He owned his own business. And was sexy as all get out. Morals? Well, he wouldn’t cheat on a girlfriend. He’d made sure Lorna knew he was unattached. That counted for a lot in her book.
And damn he knew how to turn her on. He lounged back against the seat and watched her fuck him. The dark intensity of his gaze stroked her skin like a physical caress. Sure hands spanned her waist and guided her movements, blending them with his own into a private, lustrous symphony.
“Feels real good, babe,” he murmured. “How you doing?”
“Wonderful,” she sighed.
Initial urgency gave way to a hypnotic haze of slow motion sensation. The ridged texture of his cock seemed designed with her in mind as it rubbed every inch, every nerve and slid against her G-spot with torturous leisure.
Gage made no move to kiss her. He watched her face intently. Lorna stared back with no other touching save the coupling of their sexes.
With mesmerizing precision, the isolated vibrations in her pussy began to sharpen and focus. Outside there was nothing but pure white light and space. No one but she and Gage. Nothing but his cock stroking the inside of her cunt. The inside of her.
And no other world except the one inside his eyes.
She wanted to tell him how unique this experience was for her—how something weird was happening in her soul—but she feared an emotional declaration would slice through the carnal mood. And she wanted the carnality to stay intact. For later. For when her career took over again. For when this mad moment became more like a dream rather than something that actually happened and had no further meaning in her life.
“I like fucking you,” Gage groaned. “Gonna fuck you all night.”
Oh God. The erotic power of a free and filthy mouth. No one had ever said those words to her and she felt she should be appalled every time Gage uttered them. But instead her pussy clenched desperately and raw lust charged her system. “Then do it. Fuck me Gage. Fuck me like this is the last time.”
He lunged forward, an animal glitter in his gaze. With clenched teeth he took his hands and rammed her hips against his. His solid cock dug inside her, groping deeper than she ever thought possible. “I’ll fuck you like you want. I’ll fuck you like I want. Then I’ll lick you clean.” He hugged her ass tightly and lifted off the seat. At the same time he kicked a lever on the side of the pilot’s seat and the seatback fell forward, providing an angled surface on which to lay her. Spreading her wide and bracing himself against the seat with his knees, he held onto her legs like handlebars and pumped hard into her pussy.
With powerful thrusts his hips swiveled and circled, sending his cock on a nerve-seeking mission and obliterating every thought she ever had. Perched as she was with her arms raised and clinging to the headrest, she was powerless to stop him, wide open to assault, completely at his mercy. And she’d never been so horny in her life.
“You like this?” he bit. “You like being fucked hard?”
“I love it,” she gasped. “Don’t stop.”
“What about this?” He reared back slightly and released her left leg, grabbing her hand and pressing her fingers against her clit. “Play with yourself while I fuck you. I like to watch.” Then he grasped her leg again and continued the assault with his cock.
Her clit felt bloated and tender beneath her middle finger as she obeyed his command and started rubbing. Already spasming around his cock, her cunt opened and gasped from additional pleasure and the deep, succulent sound of vaginal bliss made her crave a rapturous wet kiss.
Scissoring half upright, she grabbed one side of his neck and pulled his lips down to hers. They latched moistly, tongues weaving, lips grabbing and every part of her body became engaged in orgasmic concert.
His pounding torture continued while the energy inside her mounted. His hot mouth on hers, hard cock inside and her trembling finger on her clit combined into a powder keg of sensation that shuddered through her body as it crested for release.
With a gut-ripping moan, it burst loose and she quivered and thrashed in its wake. Electrical surges tore through her torso and limbs, convulsing her legs around his pumping hips and entering him through his connection to her. Gage let out a roar as he came and the vibration of it rumbled into her mouth and quaked through to her crotch, intensifying her orgasm until she could barely tolerate her own skin. They telegraphed their pleasure back and forth, feeding of each other’s power and just when she was ready to beg for subsidence, she came again.
And again.
He draped replete over her, skin damp and muscles lax, and he caught his breath while she continued to press his cock deeper and wiggle. She couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to. The fullness of his body in hers felt so natural and complete. So damn good.
“I’m sorry,” she gasped. “Can’t get enough.”
He raised his head and looked down at her, a curious tenderness in his eyes. “Keep going, babe. It’s okay.”
“Been too long, I guess.”
“Me too.” He pushed up on an elbow and stroked her hair. “I can help, you know.”
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“With what?” She finally gave up, still oddly frustrated and wanting more, but knowing it just wasn’t going to happen this instant. Wouldn’t do her any good to keep humping like a horny puppy. “Give you more sex. As much as you want.”
She gazed at him. The warm tenderness in his eyes had chilled somewhat, as if some part of him had closed down or been tucked away. She noticed his cocky attitude seemed to have dissolved after the sex, but put it down to sheer exhaustion. “Yeah? Well I’ll want more tonight, that’s for sure.”
He buried his face in her neck and hugged her tighter. “How long you staying in Flintlock, anyway?”
Ah. So that’s what he was getting at. Happiness slapped her a high five. She must’ve been pretty darn good for him to want a little more. Or maybe he wasn’t as much of a playboy as most pilots were assumed to be. Interesting conundrum.
Worth finding out?
She liked him. More than just a little. And man could he deliver some bodacious nookie. But the time she’d intended saving by flying AirGage would now be gobbled up finding a rental car and driving to Dane County airport to pick up her parents, bring them back and then haul them all back again. Each trip taking five hours. There’d scarcely be enough time for her and John to make the sales pitch.
And then there was the small matter of John. She couldn’t very well ditch a potentially powerful business partner for hot monkey sex with Gage.
But she wanted to. Badly.
Indecision weakened what should’ve been a direct but gentle rebuff. “Not sure at the moment. I’m here on business.”
He lifted his head to gaze at her. His _expression seemed casual, but his body felt coiled and tight as he threw down a gauntlet. “All work and no play make Lorna an unhappy girl.”
She chuckled, but his taunt struck a chord and against her wishes, she got a little defensive. “And what about you? You have a busy airline to run. I bet you’re all work too most of the time.”
“Not me. I’m Good Time Gage.”
“Bullshit. It takes a lot of ambition to start and run your own business. I know.”
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