Cockpit

by Joanna Blake

  More than a few times.

  She was falling for me. There was no doubt about it. I was ecstatic and miserable as the feeling of certainty settled in the pit of my stomach.

  I wished more than anything that this was my real life. A beautiful girl who adored me. A weekend in the country.

  Not this lie I was living.

  I squashed my remorse. I'd been hired to do a job. I already had twenty thousand dollars in my bank account with another fifty hanging in the balance. So what if it hurt?

  Anyway, I was the one who was going to end up with a broken heart.

  Rosie would be fine. A long line of boyfriends were in her future, I had no doubt. I'd just give her a thorough introduction to sex.

  Very, very thorough.

  Someday she'd look back on me fondly. That's all I could hope for. I'd broken the seal and now she could have a long and healthy love life.

  As long as she didn't get knocked up. That could complicate things. Even for that extra fifty thousand, I wasn't sure I wanted to leave her with that big of a reminder. At the same time, I wanted a reason to stay in touch with her.

  To stay in her life. Even if she hated me for it.

  I eyed her legs, wondering how far I could take things. If she was sore, there were always other ways of making love... ways that had nothing to do with making babies...

  Just like that, my cock was at attention.

  I adjusted myself and focused on the road. We were well out of the city by now, with yellowing fields of grass on either side of the car. We were heading towards the coast, someplace near Bath. It was way too cold for swimming of course. But it would still be romantic.

  All the better to keep her distracted by the mind numbing depth of my future betrayal.

  Rose lifted her legs to the dashboard. I smiled. The old Rosie would never have done that in front of me. She was relaxing. Opening like a flower. I couldn't lie, I was glad I had played a part in it.

  My hand snaked out and found hers. I squeezed it. She curled against my side, her soft hair brushing my ear. I stared straight ahead, planning my attack.

  I'd cook dinner for her. Breakfast too. We could go out wandering tomorrow. Local shops, a pub, the seaside. As long as we took frequent breaks for sex. Speaking of which, I wondered how long it would take for her to notice the huge tent in my jeans...

  "Nick!"

  I smiled. Not long apparently. I squeezed her hand, keeping my eyes on the road.

  "I told you. You do things to me Rosie."

  She hid her face in my shoulder. Then I felt her hand snake down to touch my thigh.

  "You do things to me too..."

  I groaned as her hand skimmed over my erection. It twitched, wanting to be in her hand. Jesus Christ. I was dreaming about a hand job for God's sake! This was getting ridiculous.

  Gently I pulled her hand away.

  "If you are going to do that, I'm going to have to pull over."

  She laughed.

  "Well, how far are we?"

  I glanced at her, then at the GPS. She wasn't joking. She was as eager as I was to get back into bed.

  "About forty minutes."

  She pouted and slid back to her side of the car.

  "Alright, I'll let you drive."

  I laughed.

  "You are something else, Rosie."

  It was the right thing to do. Fucking her brains out on the side of the road could get us both arrested. That was the last thing she needed. I'd already taken her virginity and fucked her without a condom, multiple times.

  She would hate me soon enough. For now though, I had her wrapped around my finger. Among my other, more sensitive body parts.

  I groaned inwardly. I could not wait to get to the cottage.

  Rosalie

  "Is this it? It's so lovely Nico!"

  He smiled at me, his bright blue eyes warm.

  "Yes, this is the place."

  I clapped my hands as he drove up the winding lane to the cottage. We were in the middle of nowhere, in the true country. Not the posh part right near London.

  I loved it immediately.

  I jumped out of the car. I could actually smell the ocean air. I closed my eyes inhaling the scent. Roses were growing up the side of the house, and along the fence and the gate. It was the end of the season, but there were still blooms.

  It was perfect.

  I felt shy suddenly as I felt his arms wrap around me from behind. We were here... to do that. For three days of uninterrupted splendor. I had no idea if I could keep up with him. I had no idea if I was doing anything right. Or what he wanted.

  But... he'd said he would show me. And tell me. And show me again.

  I was blushing as he turned me around and kissed me. His hands were on my face but they slowly slid down to my hips, holding me against him. So I could feel... it.

  His very, very big IT.

  I felt an answering warmth gathering in my belly. A soft moan escaped my lips. He was staring at me, his eyes dark and urgent.

  "Come on."

  He grabbed my hand, pulling me into the house.

  "Shouldn't we unpack?"

  He shook his head, not saying a word. I felt nervous again, wondering what he had in mind. I was sure it was wicked, whatever it was.

  Wicked and wonderful.

  He looked around quickly and then dragged me towards the dining room table. I was on my back in an instant. He'd lifted me and lowered me gently, but with a speed that astonished me. I was barely even jostled. He maintained eye contact while he pulled my boots off. Then my jeans. Then my panties.

  He didn't bother with his own clothes.

  Or my top.

  Or my jacket.

  I was breathing heavily as he slowly lowered himself to his knees. I watched as he started kissing his way up my thighs to my juncture. His breath was warm as it fanned my bare pussy lips. I felt so shy and exposed. But hot. And ready for whatever he had in store for me...

  He kissed me softly, taking a little nip of each lip. I gasped at the sensation, goosebumps breaking out all over my body. Then he began working his tongue over my sensitive nub. He made a sharp point with his tongue. He flicked it against me at a high speed. I was coming before I knew what was happening to me.

  It was that fast, that unexpected. I shuddered, my back slamming against the table as I convulsed.

  He didn't stop though. Now he was focusing lower, pushing his tongue inside me at a leisurely pace. I moaned, my hands reaching for his hair. He caught my wrists and held them up as he fucked me with his tongue. He was going to make me cum again. I just knew it.

  This time was even harder than the first.

  Now he shifted upwards again, sucking my clit into his mouth. Oh, that was different... hot and warm and- his tongue started to work its magic on me again.

  "Nico! Oh God!"

  It was too much. I was on the verge of tears as I lost all sense of myself. My hands were held firmly in his. His weight held my hips down. My body was shaking uncontrollably.

  Still he didn't stop.

  It seems like it went on and on as he kept my orgasm going. I felt so weak as my muscles strained to control the shaking. But it was no use.

  Finally he slowed, pressing kisses on my belly and thighs. He released my wrists and stared up at me. I reached for him but he shook his head.

  "Nico..."

  "You're sore."

  "I'm fine. I want you."

  He smiled, his face looking strained.

  "There are other things we can do. Let me take care of you first. You must be hungry."

  I frowned. Was he just going to leave himself unsatisfied? I had the vague idea that men put their own pleasure first. What was he trying to prove by denying himself?

  "I don't understand. Are you alright?"

  He nodded, not looking at me as he slid my panties up my legs.

  "Yes, I'm fine. But- please keep an open mind. For later."

  I stood up and took my jeans from him.

>   "We can do whatever you want. I promise."

  His eyes looked so dark as he took my hand, kissing my inner wrist.

  "Thank you."

  I got dressed and watched as he unloaded the car.

  I didn't understand what he was thanking me for.

  After all, I was the one who should be thanking him.

  Chapter Eleven

  Nicholas

  I chopped the potatoes with some onions and rosemary from the garden, throwing them into the sizzling pan. It was already warmed and oiled, ready for the fresh veggies.

  Another pot had split red lentils already bubbling in it. I added a dash of salt and pepper to each. Rosie sat at the kitchen counter, watching me. I'd poured us each a glass of wine. She sipped hers slowly. I knew she didn't drink much but I needed her relaxed for what I had in mind for later tonight.

  Not drunk. Just... relaxed.

  "That smells delicious."

  I smiled at her and sipped my drink. I'd been in a state of frustrated arousal all day. My cock was going up and down like a seesaw. Well, not fully down. Not since I'd drained myself inside her early this morning.

  My balls were starting to ache. Badly.

  None of that mattered though. I was here for her. Never mind my excruciating attraction to her. It was about her pleasure. I had to remind myself of that over and over again.

  Because my impulse was to take my own pleasure. To give and take. Like normal people.

  But mostly to take.

  That was not my role here though. I was a hired stud. I was just the meat here. I needed to remember that. I needed to remember the money.

  All twenty thousand of it.

  I tasted the food. It was done.

  "Should we eat in here or the dining room?"

  She gave me a meaningful look.

  "Well, I do have a fondness for the dining room."

  She was teasing me. I knew it. But it sent a bolt of lust straight to my groin.

  "The dining room it is. After you."

  I stared at her round little bottom as I followed her to the dining room. She carried the wine and our two half full glasses. I carried two heaping plates of vegetarian food.

  I realized I would eat like this for the rest of my life for her. To make her happy. And because her idealistic worldview and reasoning was starting to make sense to me. Even if it didn't though, I would eat quinoa and mushrooms till the cows came home.

  The truth was, I was starting to think I would do just about anything for her.

  But more importantly, I would do anything to her.

  I grinned, thinking about later tonight. I was going to blow her mind six ways from Sunday. She would never forget this night.

  Neither would I.

  I watched her eat. She was so dainty and delicate. Her throat was so slender and elegant. So long. I was fascinated by the way it moved when she swallowed.

  I groaned as my cock tried to burst out of my pants. I had to control myself. To go slow. That particular train of thought wasn't helping.

  "This tastes wonderful Nico."

  She smiled at me innocently.

  "I bet you do too."

  My mouth dropped open. In an instant the seducer had become the seduced. Rosie licked her lips and looked me up and down. Her eyes fixed on the budge in my pants.

  I stared as she took a deep sip of her wine and stood up. She pulled her top off and knelt in front of me. Then she tugged her bra off, sliding it to her waist. I stared in awe as her tits bounced gently with her movements.

  Dear lord the woman had perfect breasts.

  She reached for my waist, undoing my pants. Her hand slipped inside and stroked me through my boxers. I moaned. This inexperienced girl wanted to give me a blowjob. She had no clue what she was doing. But she was gorgeous and sweet and eager. And the only person I wanted to touch me this way, now or ever again.

  It was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me.

  And it was about to get worse.

  Much, much worse.

  "Will you tell me what to do Nico?"

  I nodded, unable to speak. She was staring up at me, her big eyes full of curiosity. I cleared my throat.

  "Take me out and kiss me."

  She was utterly focused on my cock as she pulled it out. She was careful of the zipper. Dear God, this woman was too good to be real. I realized she could very well be the end of me.

  I stared as she held my cock firmly and leaned forward to kiss the tip. I gripped the sides of my chair as her soft, puffy lips pressed against me. Then she opened her lips and swirled her tongue against me.

  I don't know if it was the shape of her mouth, or the tentative sweetness of it, or just her... but it was the best fucking blow job I'd had in my life.

  And that was saying something.

  I groaned as she continued exploring.

  "Is that good?"

  I nodded, my eyes tightly shut.

  "Yes- oh fuck- yes it is."

  She grew braver then, her hands cupping my sac as her lips slid further down my shaft. She worked her tongue over me as I slid into her mouth. I wanted to lift her up and plunge myself into her pussy. But she wanted to do this.

  And I didn't want her to stop.

  "Yes- unfff... now lift your head up and down. Go slowly or I'll lose it."

  She did as I instructed, twisting her head slightly as she took me a little further into her mouth. I knew she had the makings of a grade A cock sucker. But I didn't want that for her.

  I liked her just the way she was.

  Not liked. Loved.

  I was in love with her.

  "Stop!"

  I felt my balls tighten up. I reached out and lifted her away from me. She was staring at me with a look of hurt confusion on her beautiful face.

  "Did I do something wrong?"

  I shook my head- holding her away from me. If she touched me again, I would explode.

  "No- I just want to take care of you first."

  She pouted, those gorgeous lips of hers making my cock lurch. It wanted to feel them again. I let out a strangled curse.

  "I want to take care of you like you took care of me. Please let me Nico..."

  I moaned helplessly. I had plans for her. I was going to take her so many ways tonight. Maybe I should let her... I gave in, nodding my head brusquely. I couldn't say no.

  My cock felt naked and abandoned in the cool air. It wanted her lips back on it. I craved her.

  I released her shoulders and leaned back again. This time I was going to let myself enjoy this. It was so wrong, so filthy, teaching a young, recently deflowered girl how to give head. I stared in awe as she lowered her gorgeous head again.

  "Like before?"

  I nodded. This time I let my hands tangle in her hair, guiding her mouth further down on my shaft.

  "Go as deep as you can- unffff- yes like that."

  Her hand gripped the base of my cock as she started to slide her mouth up and down my shaft. I made little noises to encourage her. It felt amazing. Too amazing. It took about two minutes before I was ready to blow my load all over her.

  And I wanted her to swallow it.

  "Rosie- Rosie I'm going to cum. I want you- I want you to swallow it. Oh fuck. Suck it down.... Unfff... Okay?"

  She answered by taking me even deeper. I felt the back of her throat as I started to pump my hips up to meet her downward strokes. I felt the heat rising from the base of my cock and BAM- I was coming in Lady Rosalie's hot, delicious little mouth.

  She sucked me- almost too hard. It was agonizingly pleasurable as my load came shooting into her eager throat. On and on it went. I think she was still sucking when I felt myself start to reload, my balls growing heavy again.

  That was a first.

  I fell backwards against the chair. Rosie's hands were on my knees. I reached down and pulled her up against me, cradling her in my lap.

  "Jesus Rosie. Who taught you how to do that?"

  She giggled, snuggling
into my chest. She was so small and dainty. She fit so perfectly in my arms.

  "You did."

  I squeezed her.

  "I must be a very good teacher."

  She leaned up, her lips brushing my throat.

  "What do you want to show me next?"

  I moaned, my cock rising almost instantly.

  "Have some wine while I clean up. Then I'll show you."

  Rosalie

  I sipped my wine, grinning to myself.

  There was a salty taste in my mouth. I knew what it was, as unfamiliar as it was. I closed my eyes, savoring it.

  It was him.

  Nico's essence.

  I'd actually done it! I'd given my first blowjob. It was silly but I felt very proud of myself. I knew- I could tell that I'd done it well. Nick's response to me hadn't been faked.

  Of course it helped that I wanted desperately to please him.

  I'd do whatever he asked of me. Anything really.

  I knew that it was foolish but I didn't care. That's what love did to people. And I was definitely in love with Nicholas.

  Nico.

  My Nico.

  I could hear him in the kitchen fussing around. When he came back he was smiling. He had two spoons and a jar of honey and one of coconut oil.

  "What's this? Desert?"

  He shook his head slowly.

  "Follow me. Bring the wine."

  I picked up our glasses and followed him up the stairs. He kept looking back at me, a heated look in his eyes. He looked secretive and mischievous. I felt a shiver go down my spine.

  I had a feeling I was about to get another lesson in love making.

  Something advanced maybe.

  Definitely something forbidden.

  He led me into a bedroom with a huge king sized bed. It was decorated with charming country pieces like the rest of the house. But the bed was stripped, save for a sheet and a few pillows.

  "Take your clothes off."

  I glanced at him, a question in my eyes. He was watching me, waiting to see how I'd react. He smiled.

  "Please."

  I inhaled sharply. My hands moved to my top, quickly peeling it up and over my head. I smiled at him and reached for my bra. His mouth opened slightly as my breasts sprang free. I could see he was getting aroused by the big hard arrow shape pressing against his jeans.