by Stone, M. T.
“We are clear,” Trey says, startling me. “Come here.” He reaches for my hand and leads me further back in the plane.
We stop at a double seat that reclines all the way down with a click on his iPhone. With another click, shades go down covering all of the windows. “Whoa, that’s a little too dark.” He laughs before clicking another button to turn on the ambient lighting.
“You did all that from your iPhone?” I ask in amazement.
“Yeah, I just got the username and password from the captain. It shows me all of the electronic systems onboard and allows me to control them. It also includes a button to turn off the security cameras,” he says with a wink.
“That’s so cool!” My mind is temporarily blown, but as soon as Trey moves toward me it quickly goes back to its prior obsession.
“Come here, sexy,” he says with a spark of lust in his eyes.
As his lips touch mine, I once again feel the surge of electricity. It is something that I find truly amazing. I can understand having that reaction to our first kiss, but it seems to happen almost every time he kisses me. It makes me wonder why I have never felt anything similar with my other boyfriends. Even my very first kiss pales in comparison and I really liked that guy. There is something between us that is not normal, at least not normal for me.
“What do you feel when we kiss?” I ask breathlessly when our lips part.
“Kissing you is absolutely a rush,” he replies with shimmering eyes. “And making love to you is almost spiritual. There is no other way to describe it.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him hard. He guides me back onto the reclined seat and straddles me while our lips and tongues continue their passionate tango. I could kiss this man for the rest of the flight… probably for the rest of my life.
I feel his hands slip under my dress and he begins to slide my panties down my thighs. My immediate reaction is to grab hold of his belt buckle and pry it free. “Just relax for a moment,” he whispers, slipping off my sandals and sliding my panties the rest of the way down.
I lay back and close my eyes as I feel his lips begin teasing their way up my legs. First he kisses the left one, then the right and slowly, painfully works his way up to my inner thighs. He then proceeds to linger between them, gently kissing and nibbling my sensitive flesh, teasing me in a way that is literally driving me crazy. In frustration, I grab hold of his hair and pull him toward me.
“Mmm… I like seeing you impatient,” he teases. “That tells me I’m doing it right.” He smirks and goes right back to what he was doing.
I feel his breath against my skin and my body yearns with anticipation. There is an anxious tension building within me, something so powerful that it feels as if a part of me is missing. Like a painful void that needs to be filled as soon as possible. My breath catches as his hot, moist tongue comes into contact with my most sensitive flesh. Again there is a sensation that immediately displaces the tension that has been building. I nearly orgasm when his lips envelop me; his swirling tongue is suddenly projecting a nearly perfect state of bliss.
“Oh, fuck that’s amazing.” I grasp his hair again while arching my back in an effort to pull back just a bit. The more I squirm, however, the more intensity he bestows upon me. It’s as if he is testing my limits, to see how much I can take before begging for mercy. I’m not the type who begs for mercy. My mind continues to drift into a deeper state of ecstasy with each passing moment.
He changes position just slightly and I suddenly realize that he’s got me. My body begins to shake even though I’m fighting desperately to maintain control. The fact that I’m losing it seems to encourage him even more. He apparently is not going to let up until he has sent me straight into oblivion. A now familiar feeling begins to wash over me and I want to see how long I can make it last. Just as that thought floats through my mind, I come to the startling revelation that I simply can’t take anymore. I squeeze his head between my thighs and push with both hands against his forehead. “My God! Are you trying to kill me?”
“I absolutely love that,” he gasps, looking up at me with a smart ass grin plastered across his face.
Trey
I’m determined to make Mandy’s initiation into the Mile High Club something that she will remember for a lifetime. A dazed look greets me as I move up to kiss her. It’s obvious that she has never had such an intense experience, which makes it all the more special for me. I’m becoming obsessed with the idea of opening her up to all kinds of new experiences. I guess it’s my way of making up for anything she might have missed out on earlier in life.
“Are you okay?” I have to ask after seeing the blank look on her face.
“I’m wonderful,” she moans, reaching up to pull me into a hot and passionate kiss. After a few seconds I pull back, completely in awe of what is happening between us. I now understand what people mean by chemistry. Our chemistry seems as if it could be explosive.
I push forward into her, tugging at her lower lip with my teeth. It’s something I have never even thought of before, but I’m actually turned on by the way she tastes. How crazy is that? I feel the tip of my cock making it’s way between her folds, but I remain focused on her mouth. The intensity of our kiss continues to escalate as I continue to move gently, but deliberately within her.
“Mmmm, you’re going to make me come again,” she moans against my lips. The look of concern in her eyes makes me believe that she’s not comfortable with the notion.
“Just relax and go with it,” I whisper. “No one can hear us.” I lower my head, drawing one of her pert nipples into my mouth while continuing to move my hips.
“Oh God!” she cries. I continue to massage her right breast with my lips and tongue before moving to the left. Each time I move within her, she moans incessantly and begins to thrust her hips in rhythm with mine.
I move back to her mouth and kiss her with an overwhelming sense of passion. “You are incredible!”
I find myself wanting to tell her how I am feeling inside, but decide it is safer to continue expressing myself physically instead. Words can never be unspoken. I’m completely caught up in a feverous moment of excitement and lust. It’s as if I cannot get enough of her energy, her touch or her incredible body. To say that I am starting to feel a little obsessed would be putting it mildly.
I have never been with a woman like her; someone who makes me feel so alive and so vibrant. I’m starting to believe that it’s possible for two people to come together in a much more meaningful way, far beyond anything I have ever experienced. Jesus, I need to get a grip. I’m letting my emotions get the best of me. That is exactly how I got hurt so bad last time.
I refocus my energy on giving her the most intense sexual experience possible. In my mind, I’m pretending that this is the last chance I will ever have to make love to her, so I need to make it as memorable as possible. I put everything into it and only after she has had another incredible orgasm do I allow myself to climax. God, I love doing that for her.
I grab a blanket and wrap it around us. We collapse into each other’s arms, naked and completely spent. “I love touching you,” I tell her as I stroke her backside.
“I love the way you touch me,” she replies with a tender kiss and a dazed smile.
For the first time in my life, I find myself living in the present moment. My mind is quiet and focused on being right here, because nothing else matters. I wrap my arms around Mandy and snuggle into her. “Welcome to the Mile High Club.”
“Thanks!” She laughs. “By the way, how was dinner with Silvia last night?”
“You would have to ruin a perfect moment like this by bringing Mom into it.” I roll my eyes without giving her an answer.
“She’s still opposed to us dating isn’t she?” She beams like a teenager who is getting away with something.
“Yeah, she definitely thinks I am making a huge mistake.” I squeeze her tight. “I think she would change her mind though, if she saw how happy we make
each other.”
“Dad was really upset when I told him that I was going to Monaco with you,” she confides. “So he’s being just as guarded about the whole situation. I guess I can’t really blame either one of them.”
“I’m glad you and I have been able to put the past behind us.” I sweep some stray hairs from her face and give her another kiss. “I’ve never felt so comfortable with anyone.”
“Me either. It seems like I’ve known you my whole life. It’s crazy,” she says with the cutest look of fascination in her eyes.
I squeeze her tight and continue to bask in her warmth. I’m not going to let Mom or anyone else mess up this relationship. I foolishly walked away from my first love and I won’t make that mistake again. Maybe everything does happen for a reason.
Chapter 20
Mandy
When the Captain tells us to prepare for landing, we instantly move from a state of bliss, to scramble to find our clothes. It has been the most peaceful and wonderful span of hours that I can ever remember, but neither of us wants that cockpit door to open until we have ourselves put back together. Where the hell is my bra?
Upon landing, Trey takes his phone off of airplane mode. “That’s not good,” he groans as text messages, missed calls and Facebook notifications begin piling in. “You’re not going to like this,” he adds after clicking one of the links.
“Now what?” Judging by his reaction, I’m sure it’s TMZ again.
“Turn on your phone,” he replies flatly. “Yours will blow up too.”
I feel a shudder go through me as I fish it out of my purse. My stomach churns as I press the power button and wait for it to come to life. The Facebook icon has the highest number, so I press that first. It only takes a few seconds to figure out that Liv has gone on a rant. “I don’t want to read any of this do I?”
“No. I think you will want to just go through and delete everything she posted. Basically, I’m your sugar daddy and you are a world class gold digger.” Trey smirks and pats me on the ass.
“Seriously? You think this is funny?” I feel my cheeks flush with rage.
“I’m kind of glad she lashed out like this. It will make it easier for me to completely cut ties with her,” he replies with a shrug.
“How did she know we were going to Monaco?” I ask after reading her initial post. “Great, over one hundred of my friends have liked and commented on it. I might as well just leave it there now.”
“You might want to delete those gold digger pictures though. You are nothing like Anna Nichole Smith or Erin Nordegren,” he comments.
“Erin who?” I ask, not having a clue what he is talking about.
“The chick who fleeced Tiger Woods,” he replies with a chuckle.
“He deserved to be fleeced…” I reply, shooting him a dirty look. “He was a total slut!”
“I know, it was totally his fault. But she has gone through a few rich guys since him including a Billionaire who is twenty years older than her,” he says, holding up her Wikipedia profile.
“If anyone is a gold digger it’s Liv!” I fume. “If you weren’t hot and rich, she would have never given you a second look. How the hell did she know we were going to Monaco?” I ask a second time, while deleting the rest of the garbage she had posted.
“I may have mentioned it,” Trey admits sheepishly. “I didn’t want to leave New York without at least telling her.”
“That’s fine, but you didn’t have to give her all of the details!” I reply still fuming.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I thought she had moved on,” he reasons with a totally straight face.
“Really?” I interject. “It didn’t occur to you that she was trying to make you jealous? Why do you think she tagged you in those pictures of her and Tommy?” He really doesn’t understand women.
“So now can I assume that things are finished? Or do I need to do something more?” The look he gives me is priceless, like a fawn in the headlights, as my dad always says.
“I think it’s probably done now. All I’m going to do is unfriend her and block her ass, so she can’t tag me on any more crap,” I mention, thinking he might want to do the same.
“I even offered her my NetJet card in case she needed a flight back to California,” he explains, still shaking his head in disbelief.
“She obviously wanted you to come after her, not offer her a flight back home,” I try to explain once again, simply shaking my head.
“I get it now.” He shrugs his brows and appears to physically cringe at the thought of dealing with her again. “She’s one crazy girl.”
“She definitely has her moments.” His phone rings just as the cockpit door flings open. “I’ve got to take this.” He exits his seat and heads to the back of the plane.
I catch a glimpse of the screen, so I know it is Vanessa. I stand up and collect my things before walking to the front of the plane.
“The helicopter is waiting to take you to Monaco.” The captain points to a helipad a couple hundred feet away.
“Okay, Trey just got a phone call.” I glance over at my bags wondering if I should grab them.
“Just leave them, someone will be here momentarily to retrieve them,” he says with a smile. “You can relax in here or step outside for a little sunshine, whichever you prefer.”
“A little sunshine sounds like a good idea.” I can’t help recalling what it was like to help Liv off the plane in Geneva. I hope she gets some counseling or rehab or whatever she needs. The heat of the sun greets my face, along with the sweet smell of the ocean. I stand on the top step for a moment simply taking in the incredible view of the coastline. I’ve never seen a view like this from an airport runway.
“Are you ready to roll?” Trey asks, suddenly emerging from the plane.
“Everything okay with Vanessa?” I ask, giving him a knowing smirk.
“Apparently Liv posted some pictures on Tyler’s Facebook page too,” he scoffs. “I noticed that Tyler has left me a couple of voice mails too. I thought maybe he was upset about me taking Dad’s plane.”
“Liv tries to cause as much chaos as possible, doesn’t she?” I roll my eyes and turn toward the helipad.
“That’s Liv. I’m glad I’m out of there… and out of that.” He takes my hand and leads me to the waiting helicopter.
Just as we begin boarding, my phone starts to ring. It’s Dad. He has left a couple of messages, but I haven’t had a chance to listen to them yet. I better answer; it must be something urgent.
“Hello, Dad.”
“Amanda! Oh, I’m glad I finally caught you,” he gasps, instantly making me nervous.
“What’s wrong?” Thoughts of Mom instantly fill my head.
“Are you and Trey Addison actually dating?” he asks with an unmistakable urgency in his voice.
“Well… yeah. I guess so. Why?” I reply, a little disturbed by his persistence on the matter.
“I apparently haven’t made myself clear. You two can’t date,” he insists.
“Why not?” I blast back at him, wanting a better explanation as to why it’s such a big deal to him.
“Because… Because I forbid it,” he says, not able to come up with a valid excuse. “You know our families haven’t gotten along for years. There is no way we could ever reconcile our differences.”
“I think you’re wrong, Dad. Trey is determined to make things right,” I counter. “Besides, Victor is the one who hurt us and he’s gone.”
“I know, honey. But you two just can’t date,” he says, his voice trailing off. The pause at the other end of the line has me wondering about his true motive. It seems as if he is desperate to find a good reason why Trey and I can’t be together.
“Is he with you now?” he finally asks as if he didn’t already know the answer.
“Yes. We just boarded a helicopter that will take us to Monaco.” Again, there is a long pause on the other end of the line.
“Can I talk to him for a minute?” he a
sks, seeming a bit desperate that I haven’t given in to his fool hearted demands.
“That depends on what you are going to say,” I reply curtly.
“I’m not going to be mean,” he insists. “I just need to talk to him for a minute if the two of you two are going to keep dating.” There is another long pause but this time it’s me who is doing the thinking. What could he possibly want to say to Trey? It has to be something bad.
“Honey, please just let me talk to him,” he pleads after waiting for nearly a minute.
“Okay, here he is.” I hand my phone to Trey. “Dad wants to talk to you.”
Trey gets a funny look on his face as he takes the phone from me. I’m sure he is just as confused as I am by his persistence. God, I hope Dad doesn’t say anything embarrassing. I just know he is going to embarrass the shit out of me.
Trey
A variety of thoughts run through my mind the instant Mandy says that her father wants to talk to me. If our roles were reversed, I guess I wouldn’t want my daughter dating my arch nemesis’ son either. Regardless of what he says though, it’s not going to change my mind about anything. But, the least I can do is hear him out.
“Trey,” he starts out with a gasp. “It’s been a long time. I think you were only seven or eight the last time I saw you.”
“Yeah, it’s been a long time Mr. Grayson.”
“Call me Ray,” he insists. “I don’t know how to say what I have to tell you. But, it’s very, very important.”
“Okay. Is something wrong?” I ask, suddenly feeling a little more apprehensive.
“It’s complicated, but there is something you need to know.” He pauses. “Please don’t share it with Amanda though, because I don’t want Maggie to find out. It would kill her,” he says, pausing again. Mandy had told me about her mother’s ongoing battle with MS. What the hell is he going to tell me?
