Mile High Kink Club

by Lily Harlem

  Chapter Five

  “Are you sure we won’t be disturbed?” Rhodri asked, indicating the cockpit door.

  “Yes, one hundred percent sure.” Darius nodded. “Even if I hadn’t asked, Humphrey and his co-pilot never leave their seats. We won’t see them until we land.”

  “Good.” Rhodri unclipped his belt and stood. He set the key on the drinks shelf next to where Darius sat. “I want this off.” He tugged at the base of Darius’ sweater. It was a black roll neck and covered too much of him.

  “Okay.” Darius pulled it upwards.

  Rhodri watched him, enjoying seeing his torso revealed. As it tugged over his head, Darius noted the feathery coating of underarm hair that dusted his pits. It matched that on the centre of his chest and the line that led from his navel to his waistband.

  Rhodri took the sweater and tossed it onto a spare chair. “Now these.” He popped open the top button on Darius’ jeans. “Off.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Darius undid his seatbelt then released the zip.

  Rhodri held his breath. This moment of seeing the silver gleam of the chastity was something he’d been very much looking forward to. And there it was. Darius was without underwear and as he undid his fly the shiny metal container shone from beneath the material. “Ah, yeah…” Rhodri said on a sigh. “That’s it.”

  Darius shifted his hips, pulling his jeans down to his thighs.

  “It’s perfect on you,” Rhodri said, sweeping his hand from Darius’ chest to his belly then cupping the chastity.

  It was cool on his palm and so thick and solid, unyielding and unmoving.

  “I’m glad you approve.” Darius smiled, then a small shiver attacked his body.

  “Are you cold?” Rhodri frowned, concerned.

  “No, it’s just…your touch, you…”

  Rhodri smiled. “Good. Tell me if you need anything though.”

  “I need this off. My cock is getting harder by the second. It wants to burst out…Sir.”

  “All in good time.” Rhodri bent to his knees. He set a kiss on Darius’ right hip—the slender gap between pubic hair and the rise of his pelvis. He’d been studying that spot on the photograph Darius had sent, imagining what it felt like, how it tasted, what Darius would do when he touched him there.

  Darius shivered again and a small moan left his lips.

  “I love how pale you are,” Rhodri said. He stuck out his tongue and trailed it to Darius’ navel then to his opposite hip, kissed him in the same spot. He adored the feel of warm flesh on his lips, the smell of freshly showered skin and the body heat coming from his delectable little sub.

  But he wanted him naked—naked and secure.

  He sat back on his heels and removed first Darius’ left then his right shoe. Socks followed, then jeans.

  He stood and surveyed the man who’d messed up his head all week, had his libido raging and surprised the hell out of him ten minutes ago. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

  “Not so bad yourself,” Darius said, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

  Rhodri smiled and removed his jacket. He then dragged off the new dusky-red polo he’d bought especially for the occasion and threw it aside. The plane wasn’t cold; in fact it was warm with the sun pouring in from the left hand side.

  “Are you getting naked too, Sir?” Darius asked.

  “Not yet.”

  Darius pouted. Again it was an expression that went straight to Rhodri’s cock. “But it won’t be long. First this, though.” From his jeans pocket he pulled out two lengths of black ribbon. It was special ribbon, ribbon he kept at home, on his headboard in case he got lucky. Though today he’d decided to bring it with him, in case they’d ended up in a hotel or back at Darius’ place.

  “What’s that?” Darius asked.

  “Grip the seat again, the way you did when we hit that bumpy patch back there.” He nodded at the wide leather arms.

  Darius did as instructed.

  “Good.” Rhodri fed the ribbon beneath the left armrest then secured it over Darius’ wrist so he was attached to it. He repeated the action on the other side.

  Again he stood and absorbed the sight of his sub. Naked and unable to move his hands to grab his cock was exactly where he’d wanted Darius all week. “Now this,” he said, reaching for the key.

  “Oh God…” Darius groaned, tipped his head back and shut his eyes. “I’m going to explode, the minute you unleash me. I can’t, I won’t…”

  “No. You’ll keep it in, you’ll come when I tell you to.” He slotted the key into the tiny lock and turned it. “And only when I tell you.”

  “Fuck, yes, okay, Sir. When you say.”

  “You ready?”

  “Yes…Sir.”

  Rhodri released the device. His heart was thumping, his dick ready to go and excitement spun its way up his spine and over his scalp.

  Darius’ dick sprang forward, like a thoroughbred stallion let loose at the start of a race. He groaned, tugged at the binds around his wrists, and lifted his hips from the seat.

  “Shh…” Rhodri soothed, stroking his hair. “Settle, it’s off now.” Oh, how he loved this moment, the relief swamping his sub was such a turn-on. He’d spent the week caged and frustrated but now, because he, Rhodri, had said it was time, his cock was free. “How do you feel?”

  “Like I need to come, be fucked, suck you, you suck me, everything. I want it all.” He opened his eyes and stared at Rhodri, a glint of defiant determination in their depths.

  “You’ll get all of that, in good time.”

  “We haven’t got time. We’ll land soon.”

  Rhodri chuckled. “Don’t think you can dupe me again. I know we’ve got nearly an hour before we even start to descend.” He leant over him, his lips hovering a hair’s-breadth away. “Don’t try and top from the bottom, little one, it won’t get you anywhere.”

  Darius shut his eyes and again dropped his head back to the seat. His fists were clenched, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

  Rhodri manoeuvred himself between Darius’ legs. He didn’t need to say anything else. Darius had just been told how far he could push.

  “Oh God…” Darius said.

  “You might be nearer to Him up here, but He ain’t going to save you.” Rhodri took Darius’ stiff cock in his hand. All week he’d wanted to be up close and personal with it and now it had happened. Not quite where he’d thought it would happen but a damn sight quicker.

  He caressed Darius root to tip, being careful not to squeeze too hard. He didn’t want Darius to lose it just yet. “Your cock is beautiful.” As he spoke he let his breath wash over the shaft.

  Darius didn’t answer. He appeared lost to sensation.

  Rhodri smiled, tipped forward and swiped his tongue over the tip.

  Darius flinched. The arms of the chair creaked and he drew up his knees, pressing them against Rhodri’s torso.

  “I’m going to come…”

  “No, no you’re not.” Rhodri pulled back and set his thumb firmly over Darius’ slit. “Hold it in. Not yet. When I say.”

  Darius blew out a breath. His usually pale cheeks were red and a few tendrils of his hair stuck to his brow. “I want to though…come.”

  “You will soon. But not until I’ve had my fun. I’ve been waiting all week too.”

  “Yes, Sir.” He let his chin fall to his chest and appeared to force himself to relax. “I’m okay.”

  “You’re more than okay.” Rhodri pushed at his thighs. “Put your legs down. Open up.”

  Again Darius obeyed, though there was a slight tremble in his muscles.

  Rhodri studied Darius’ balls. They were big in comparison to his size; he’d expected smaller, neater, but instead they were weighty and hair-coated. He tickled over them, eliciting another groan from Darius. “Every bit of you is a treasure trove to explore.”

  “Explore away… Sir.”

  Rhodri laughed. “I intend to.” He released him, delved into his back pocket and retrieved a sac
het of lube. He ripped the top off with his teeth and blew it out.

  Darius watched him.

  “You’re going to come soon,” Rhodri said. “And I’m going to love seeing how you let go for me. Put all those thoughts of stocks and shares, Dow bloody Jones and whatever else it is, from your mind. There’s only me now, okay? Nothing else exists.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Darius watched as Rhodri lubed the index and middle finger on his right hand. The sun caught on the moisture and glinted like a spray of stars.

  “Ready?” Rhodri asked. He was thoroughly enjoying himself. Darius was at his mercy. He was panting for it. Every cell in his body desperate to climax. Oh he knew he could make him beg verbally, but it was the physicality of his desperation, his need, that pushed Rhodri’s buttons.

  “Yes.”

  Rhodri lifted the heavy balls in front of him and swiped the tip of his fingers over Darius’ anus.

  “Mmm…” Darius said, flexing and un-flexing his fists. “More.”

  “You’ve just earned yourself a spank on each arse cheek. I won’t be told what to do by my sub.” Rhodri had used his best Dom voice. It was time to let that side of him well and truly out to play.

  “Sorry, Sir…sorry.” Darius gritted his teeth. His erection bobbed against his belly, the end appeared dewy with pre-cum.

  Rhodri pushed both fingers into Darius’ tight hole.

  “Ah fuck…” Darius said, sinking onto the invasion.

  A tightening caught in Rhodri’s chest. Could Darius be more perfect for him? He was so responsive, so giving, so utterly suited to being his sub.

  Could we fall in love? Over time, can we make this work?

  The pressure in his trousers was growing. He’d have to sink into this glorious hot, dark space soon. He hooked his fingers forward and rubbed over Darius’ prostate. At the same time he caught Darius’ dick in his hand and applied pressure.

  The low growling noise that rumbled up from Darius was primitive, needy, raw.

  “You feeling that, sub?”

  “Yes…” he hissed. “Yes…yes…”

  Rhodri massaged the firm nub that was at the tip of his fingers.

  Darius trembled. Again his knees hugged Rhodri, this time up around his shoulders.

  Rhodri set up a steady rhythm, pumping Darius’ long, elegant cock. He admired his pale skin set against the leather seat, the way Darius’ ribs were evident when he sucked in each breath. How the dreamy expression on his face was at war with one of tortured agony.

  “You may come, sub. When you want to, you may come.”

  “Ah fuck, yeah…” Darius arched his back, bowing away from the seat. He thrust his hips upwards and battled with the ribbons holding his arms tight.

  Rhodri was merciless on his prostate, rubbing it with deft strokes. He upped the speed on Darius’ cock, knowing that having an orgasm from both arse and cock stimulation would drive him wild.

  But he was worth it, he deserved it.

  A stream of cum slapped onto Darius’ belly.

  “Ah, ah, so…good… Sir…” Darius managed before gasping in a breath.

  More release shot from his now berry-red glans.

  Rhodri used it as lube and continued to work him hard and fast.

  “Bloody hell…fuck…Jesus Christ…”

  Rhodri smiled. His senses were on high alert. Seeing his sub coming like this, so powerfully, so uninhibited was a dream come true.

  The plane suddenly dipped.

  Rhodri’s stomach felt as though it floated for a few seconds before crashing back into its usual space. He did his best to ignore the commotion the wind pockets outside had created.

  Darius hadn’t appeared to notice. He was a writhing, panting heap of orgasmic waste. Fastened to the chair, covered in spunk and with his Dom’s fingers up his arse. What better way to be distracted from turbulence when flying?

  The plane settled again. Rhodri removed his fingers from Darius and released his cock.

  “Ah yeah, thank you, Sir.” Darius looked at him. His eyes were glazed and his skin pink and glowing with heat and sex-sweat.

  “Catch your breath quickly.” Rhodri toed off his own shoes then undid his jeans. He shoved them and his boxers down his legs. He kicked them off then stooped to remove his socks.

  Now they were both naked.

  “It’s time to join the mile high club,” Rhodri said. He hesitated. A thought crossed his mind. “Unless you’re already a member.”

  “No,” Darius said, gazing at Rhodri’s erection. “It’s been a while since I met anyone who was right, you know…for me.”

  “Good.” Rhodri undid the ties around Darius’ wrists. He then hooked his hands beneath his arms and pulled him to standing. “Are you weak after your orgasm?”

  “A little.” Darius wrapped his arms around Rhodri and hung on him.

  Rhodri held him close. This first moment, of hugging each other, naked, it was special. And Darius was the best fit of anyone he’d ever had the pleasure to hold this way. He was neat and soft in his arms, pretty to smell, delicious to taste. And the way he held him like he never wanted to let go. As though he trusted him to do anything. That just made Rhodri want to fuck him all the more.

  “You’re sure they won’t come out of there?” Rhodri whispered in Darius’ ear.

  “I’m sure.”

  “Even if they hear…”

  “What?”

  “Noises.”

  “No, and besides, they wear headphones, don’t they?” Darius pulled back and giggled.

  “I guess so.” Rhodri felt as though his heart was swelling with love. “Because don’t think I’ve forgotten about those spanks.” He spun Darius within his arms so he faced the window. “Hold onto this shelf. You’re going to need to.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Rhodri scooped his right forearm beneath Darius’ waist then palmed his buttocks. “Damn, your skin. It’s beautiful, almost transparent, so delicate.”

  “I’m not delicate.”

  Rhodri smiled. His sub could pretend to be tough all he wanted, but he had the measure of him. He drew back his hand and delivered a stinging blow to Darius’ right cheek.

  “Ah, fuck,” Darius gasped, jerking forward.

  Rhodri held him tighter and watched as his skin turned rose-red instantly. It was stunning in detail, the shape of each of his fingers blooming. “Keep still.” He breezed his palm over the opposite buttock. Now Darius knew what was coming it was all the more fun to tease him with anticipation. He kept on stroking, caressing. “What do you see out of the window?”

  “Clouds.” His voice was breathy. “Lots of fucking clouds…argh…!”

  Rhodri had spanked him again. He’d hit hard. He didn’t dare give more than two loud slaps. Not here, not now. There would be times in the future when he’d have Darius glowing like a beacon and counting to fifty on each side, but this would have to be enough for today.

  “How does that feel, sub?”

  “Good, sore, hot…”

  “Right answers.” Rhodri released him. “Now keep still, don’t move.”

  “I won’t, Sir.”

  Rhodri rolled on a condom and reached for the lube again. He applied some to his glans and shaft then stood behind Darius’ pinked arse. He gripped him by the waist.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, sub.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You may come again if you wish, if not then that’s not my concern. I’m going to use your hole, your body, to take my pleasure, because you’re mine. Up here, in the clouds, suspended in space, there is only us and my lust for you. My need, that is so consuming, and only you can feed it.” He lined the tip of his cock with Darius’ hole and found purchase at the centre. “Can you take that? If I let my beast out to fuck you, will you be able to handle that?”

  “Yes, Sir… oh, please…”

  Rhodri pushed forwards.

  Darius moved too, away from him.

  “Keep still,” Rhodri all but growled. H
e hadn’t made any entry.

  He increased his grip on Darius, holding him tight and exactly where he needed him. “Let me…in…” He forced his cockhead into the small hole and watched as it stretched and opened around his glans.

  Darius groaned, but he kept his head up as though staring out of the window.

  “Breathe,” Rhodri said, his fingers like pincers holding Darius tight.

  “Ahh…” Some of the tension seemed to lift from Darius’ shoulders as he exhaled.

  Rhodri took full advantage. He eased in some more, watching the excess lube gather around Darius’ pale hole. Damn, he felt good. So fucking tight. So hot, such a small space to get his big dick seated in.

  “Can I…touch myself?” Darius asked. “Sir.”

  “Yes, yes, you can…” Rhodri’s balls were tightening. Every hair follicle on his head tingled with the need to just blast in and out. Come, come, come… He’d reached the stage he just needed to fuck.

  He withdrew, sank back in, to full depth.

  Darius arched his spine. His right shoulder was twitching. He was wanking.

  But Rhodri was true to his word. This was his time. His moment to just fucking fuck.

  He set up a wild pace, ramming in and out. His groin pounding up against Darius’ red arse cheeks each time he hit balls-deep.

  He was panting; so was Darius. The need to release his load, to orgasm, was becoming too much to contain.

  “Yes, fucking yes. I’m coming.” He rained down another blow on Darius’ backside. His palm stung with the impact. A powerful blast of bliss shot down his spine, gathered in his cock and balls, then he erupted.

  “Yes…” he hissed, staring out of the window at the fluffy white clouds as jet after jet of semen filled the condom. “Fuck yes. So damn good.”

  “Ah…ah…ah…” Darius rocked his hips back and forth. He was coming again, spurting his cum. Rhodri helped him along with another stinging slap.

  “Yes, fuck, oh…my… God…” Darius said, the words ending on a low groan. He dropped his attention to the floor, as though the effort of holding his head up was too great.

  Rhodri sank his hands into Darius’ hair and forced him to stare out of the window again. “Look out, look where you are. See where your new Master has taken you.”