by Anne Connor
“Well, that’s correct. But I’ve made alternate arrangements.” I put my open hand down in front of her lap, and she looks up at me. A foreign, heady mix of lust and desire combine with something else deep inside me. An urge that’s more than physical. A desire that’s more than lust. Sara takes her fingers away from the tassel on her purse and places her hand in mine, and I wrap her hand up, putting my other hand on hers.
“Ryan…”
I lean down and brush my lips against hers. Her lips part, and we begin to breathe as one, our mouths crashing together and exploring each other in a kiss that lights my world on fire. I take her face in my hands, holding her close as she opens up for me, her sweet kiss still dancing on my lips as I pull away from her.
“Sara, you’re beautiful.” Her lips remain slightly parted, and her chest moves up and down heavily. My pulse beats everywhere in my body, from my heart to my head and my cock, and I slip my arms around her small body, holding her close.
“Boss,” she says, “I’d be a bad intern if I didn’t tell you I was afraid of missing our flight.”
I laugh, feeling my chuckle rumbling through her.
“Come,” I say, “let’s go. We have a plane to catch.”
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17
Sara
The last week has been filled with shy glances when I haven’t had my nose stuck in books, and waves and smiles through the wall between his office and the conference room. With his and Kayla’s encouragement, I’ve been helping out on the daily activities of the show when I need to, and doing the more mundane tasks of getting coffee and answering phones.
But when Ryan’s around, he doesn’t let me do that stuff. He only gives me big assignments, as though I’m actually an employee rather than someone just passing through for school credit and an extra line of experience on her resume.
When my limo rolled up to the drop-off area at LAX, I saw Ryan before he saw me. The tinted windows made me able to see him, but shielded me from his view. And it was a good thing, because I was a nervous wreck pulling up to see him.
But when I saw him, I felt my muscles start to relax, even though my heart skipped a beat. He looked perfect - the broad muscles in his shoulders filling out his t-shirt, the slightly tight dark jeans hugging his thighs and butt. He leaned down on the handle of his suitcase without a care in the world, one hand on his hip, like he was modeling for one of his advertisements.
He takes my hand and I get up shakily from where we’re sitting, the sun shining on his gorgeous face, and a feeling of calm and safety and excitement and newness all swirl inside my body at once. He picks up my carry-on and throws it easily over his shoulder, guiding me by putting his hand at the small of my back.
“We have somewhere important to be,” he says.
We make our way to the end of the departures area, past all of the curbside check-in booths and around a corner to a small, gated off flight of stairs.
I look back toward the departures area, unsure of where we’re going.
“What airline is it, again? You have my ticket, right?” I say.
“Yes, Sara. I have your ticket.” He puts my duffel bag down on the ground and grabs his cell phone, telling someone that we’re here.
I take stock of our surroundings. We’re standing in front of a high, chain-link fence, with a grassy, gated area to our right and the drop-off area to our left and up that small flight of stairs we just made our way down.
A young, handsome blond guy in a leather jacket, about my age, comes toward us on the other side of the fence and unlocks it, making small talk with Ryan about the weather.
“This is us,” he says, picking up my bag and leading me through the unlocked gate.
Stretching out before us is a large tarmac, the bright blue sky in the distance above it and palm trees dotting the horizon line. In the distance, plans are taking off and landing, filling the air with the sounds of engines and motors, and my stomach flips when I see Ryan jog out in front of me toward a small plane. He turns around and smiles, hooking his hands into the belt loops of his jeans.
“Well?” he says, coming toward me and taking my hand. “This is us.”
“Your own plane?” I say, his smile making me warm from the inside out. “I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything less from you,” I quip. “Have you always dreamed of having one of these?”
“You know,” he says, grabbing my hand and guiding me toward the jet, “not really. I never really flew much myself. When Kayla and I came out here, I actually never really thought I’d fly a lot. So now I always fly commercial.”
“Commercial?” I say, “Why? You have this fabulous plane.”
He stops when we get to the small set of stairs up to the entrance, taking my hand and guiding me as I step up carefully onto the first step.
“It’s actually new,” he says. My heart flutters as we get into the plane, four seats facing each other and either side, with white curtains on the windows and a small kitchen in the back.
“Please, make yourself at home,” he says, sitting in one of the big seats. “I got everything done in white. I hope you like it.”
“Like it?” I say, looking around and taking it all in. The most amazing thing in it is him - and the view from inside it. Inside my stomach is a flurry of butterflies as I try to figure out whether he actually purchased it with me in mind. Bending down to look out of one of the windows, I see streak of purple and pink sky against the setting sun, and I sink down into one of the seats across from the boss. “I love it. It’s beautiful.” I get up slowly, sensing his presence behind me, his hands coming down and resting on my hips. He spins me around so I’m facing him. I touch his arms, feeling the hard, corded muscle under my fingertips, inviting me to touch more of him.
“I’m glad you like it,” he says, touching the hem of my shirt, drawing it up in his fingers
The boss sinks down into one of the seats of his brand new jet, bringing me with him. I sigh deeply and grab onto his chest. The engine start rumbling, and as we start to speed down the tarmac, my stomach flips, and then drops as we soar into the air.
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18
Ryan
I observe Sara as she looks out the window. The LA skyline and the shore of the ocean recede in the distance beneath us, the palm-trees becoming little green marbles down below.
“Sara.” I slip my arm around her shoulder and give her arm a little squeeze. She looks absolutely stunning with the sunlight dancing across her face, and even better in my arms. “I wanted to talk to you about something. It’s about the event tomorrow night.”
She swivels toward me as her fingers withdraw gently from my chest, looking up at me with her sweet eyes.
“What is it?” she asks.
“I wanted to ask you if you would like to attend the party as my date.”
She bites down on her bottom lip, dragging it lightly through her teeth.
“Is this a condition of my employment?” she asks with a smirk.
“That’s something I like so much about you, Sara,” I respond, slipping my hand over her hair, taking one of the soft brown locks and letting it slip between my fingers. “I don’t know if that’s a question I’ve ever heard before.”
“Well,” she says, straightening up in the seat next to me, “have you asked many interns to be your date for work events?”
I consider her question, and there isn’t really a simple answer. The short answer is no, but it’s more complicated than that. I’ve never asked an intern to be my date for an event - not exactly. But I’ve never demurred against the advances of any of the girls who’ve become attached to me through whatever other means they’re able.
Sara’s question makes me think back to Lexi. Busy, always moving Lexi. I attended many events with her, even though she was never one of my interns. She was a women I was really with - not how I was with the interns. The interns were with me, but I was never with them, and I always questioned their intentions. It was fine w
ith me before Sara, because there were no illusions about what they wanted - not to me, at least. They never made their desires known. They never spoke up about what they wanted. But a ride in the back of a limo and the expensive dinners and bottles of Moet seemed to come before me, and after the internships were over I never heard from any of them again.
They knew it was temporary. I knew it was temporary. It worked for both of us. I was used, and I used them. It makes me feel ashamed now to think about it, because I would never want Sara to think of herself as part of that group of interns. And even more, I would never want her to think I was with her as a matter of appearances like Lexi thought. That was actually a good thing, until it wasn’t.
“No,” I say. “I’ve never asked an intern to come to a work event with me.”
She leans back against the window and closes her eyes, kneading her forehead with her thumb and forefinger.
“Want to hear something funny?” she asks, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she takes her hand away.
“Yes,” I say. “I could use a laugh. All this shit with the even is making me a little stressed out, although having you with me is making me feel a little bit more balanced.”
“Stressed?” she asks, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “I didn’t realize people with your level of wealth could become stressed.”
“Believe me,” I say, thinking back to Lexi, “it can happen.”
“You can’t just buy your way out of any problem?” she says.
“Was that the funny thing you wanted to tell me?” I quip, bumping her with my shoulder.
“No,” she says, shaking her head and laughing. “So you know how I landed here by mistake. I never actually told my dad where I really work. And when I told him I was doing this on-air presentation, he told me to tell him when it airs so he can listen.”
“What’s funny about that, sweetheart?” I ask. Her lips pull up into a smile that lights up her whole face.
“I don’t exactly want my dad to know that I work for a sex podcast.”
“You tell him as much as you’re comfortable with,” I say. “And don’t worry about what he thinks. If you’re embarrassed, don’t be. Although I get that it might be a little awkward telling your dad about the kind of depraved shit you’re around all day.” I pull her onto my lap and kiss her neck, making her giggle. My heart clenches up as I feel her laugh in my arms.
“And with the boss! It’s too scandalous!” She sneaks a quick kiss on my lips, and heat flows through me.
“So you’ll come with me as my date,” I say as she settles into my arms. “Even if it’s, as you, say, scandalous?”
Sara takes a deep breath in and exhales, turning slightly to face me. She parts her knees and settles down on me with either leg on each side, and I feel my eyes widen as she slips down into my lap. Her curvy little body is soft but tense on my lap as my cock quickly reacts to her. Her eyes meet mine and scan down my body, taking in every inch of me as I pull her in closer, my hands on her ass, drawing her near.
“I knew you’d beg for it,” I growl softly, tipping her chin up and brushing my lips against hers.
She exhales and presses her body into me, the beating of her heart pounding into my chest as our mouths entangle in a kiss.
Sara is so beautiful, her lips opening softly for me as my tongue dances with hers. I bring her ass closer to me and grind myself against her, pulling a sweet, soft, wanton moan from her mouth.
“Please,” she whispers, pulling her face away from me, dragging her fingertips down my chest. “Please.”
“What are you asking for, sweetheart?” My cock is raging hard, and I gather her hair inside my fist, pulling on it and making her head tilt back slightly, her long, smooth neck exposed, pure for my kisses. With my free hand, I start at the top button on her blouse, slipping the little pearls and undoing them slowly, exposing her milky breasts inside a white lace bra. She whimpers, her head still tilted back, as I kiss her neck, starting behind her ear and making my way lower, peppering her skin with my hungry kisses.
“I want you, Ryan. I want you. Please.” Her eyes are swimming with lust and pure want, the air around us becoming hot and electric in a way I’ve never felt before. “Fuck me, Ryan,” she whispers.
My cock roars inside my pants as she grinds against me. I quickly push her shirt off her shoulders and it falls down to the ground. Her hands come up and she wraps her fingers around the sides of her neck, hiding her breasts.
“Again?” I whisper, taking her hands in mine. “If you want me to fuck you, I’m going to fuck you. You don’t get to hide from me. The other night wasn’t a one-off. No more of this professionalism bullshit.”
She gasps as I push her hands behind her back, pinning them together tightly, nipping the edge of her while lace bra with my teeth.
A sweet moan emanates from between her lips as I take one hand and unclasp her bra, letting it fall away from her chest, her small tits becoming free.
I lean down, taking one of her small, perfect pink nipples between my lips, swirling the pebbled flesh with my tongue.
Moving down her body, I shift her so she is laying down on the supple white leather of the double seat, letting her wrists slip free from my grasp as I push her down onto her back, my hands roaming over her body, letting myself get lost in the supple curves of her ass and hips. She presses her body toward me, and I quickly unbutton her jeans, yanking them down like it’s my first fucking time.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I can’t help but growl as I pull down her panties, already soaked. Her pussy is ripe and ready for me, her scent intoxicating and sweet. I lean down and kiss her, taking her clit into my mouth and pulling the sweetest, most gorgeous moan from her. “You’re so wet for me, baby. Who are you wet for?”
“It’s for you, Ryan. I’m so fucking wet for you.”
I trace two fingers along her wet seam, pushing my fingers deep inside her tight pussy, letting her sweet nectar flow onto my hand.
I push my fingers into her and search for the soft, fleshy pad inside that I know will make her scream my name, the way to mark her as mine, make her remember my fingers and my lips and my cock every fucking night.
“All mine, baby,” I say, grinding my fingers in and out of her, licking her clit and swirling my tongue against it. “All fucking mine.”
“Ryan,” she breathes, her hands coming down behind my head and lacing her fingers through my hair. Her legs hitch up as she wraps herself around me, her legs on the back of my neck. “I’m...I’m going to come.”
My heart swells as I see her back arch, her pussy meeting the thrusts of my fingers with the sweet release I’ve been waiting to give her since the moment I saw her in my office.
“Come for me, baby. Come for me. This sweet little pussy is going to come all over my face every night.”
She widens her legs as her hips sway gently, her pussy convulsing hard and fast around my fingers, her juices making the air around me sweet and heavy with lust.
Her chest heaves with heavy breaths, her eyes shut tight and one arm swung easily over her forehead. Her mouth is parted in a sweet, mischievous smile as she props herself up on her elbows, brushing a few stray hairs away from her face.
I am falling for this girl. I’m falling hard, and there’s nothing I can do to stop myself.
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19
Sara
Ryan strokes my stomach softly with his fingertips as he pulls away from my body. His body shifts as he stands up, grabbing a soft black blanket from a bin in front of our seats. The plane glides smoothly through the air as he strides back over, sitting down next to me and flashing his trademark grin, the one that’s plastered on the sides of all the buses in LA.
“You look like you’re trying to sell something, boss,” I say. My body still feels hot and tingly all over, but I’m at ease with him. His body felt so good pressed against mine, but I still crave more.
“I’m in the business of sellin
g myself,” he says, putting the blanket over both of us, swinging my legs over his lap and putting his hands on my calves, kneading my muscles with strong but gentle pressure. “I wasn’t able to get where I am by resting. I’m always trying to gain something. It’s usually exhausting. But not with you.”
He glances down at me and then looks away, his eyebrows knitting in the middle. His jaw clenches but his hands continue to roam over my legs, from my ankles to my knees, protected by the big, fluffy blanket and by his touch.
“You’re hard to figure out, but it’s an absolute pleasure to try.” His hands move up my body, to my hips, and he pulls me onto his lap again. “You’ll come to the party as my date, and I’ll show you a good time. Good with you?”
My stomach flips deep inside as his hands land on my ass with a light slap and bring me closer to him. I reach up let my fingers trace over his hard biceps, nodding my agreement. I’m wrapped up in him now, and I can’t push him away. It just feels too good.
Without breaking my gaze, he reaches down and pulls his t-shirt off, sweeping it over his head and tossing it aside. His deep eyes lose me inside them, and he draws my face into his hands, our mouths crashing together in a kiss that has the tenderness of the first time and the rhythm of a kiss shared between two people who have known each other forever - who’ve been able to feel each other’s pain, each other’s joys. And as I pull away from him, my heart swells with something more between us.
His eyes still locked on mine, he reaches down between us. I hear the metallic zing of his zipper as he pulls it down slowly, taking his cock out and stroking himself in his hand. I look down, amazed at his strength, at how freaking deliciously hot it is to see his cock out and in his own grasp.
“Did you think about this the first time you met me?” His eyes trail down my body as he pushes the blanket away, tossing it aside with his shirt. His eyes go down to my pussy and back up to my face, flashing between my eyes and my lips.
