by Alexis Angel
And then it hits me. They’re not.
As I’m processing that, whoever the person is seems to get in position, straightening their body like a missile, head first pointing straight and getting their body in one long straight line – becoming aerodynamic and cutting through the air resistance.
It’s like watching something in slow motion as their head makes contact with the age-old glass windows of Grand Central. The windows shatter into a thousand different pieces. Luckily they are high above the train board and no one is underneath the falling glass.
It sounds like a giant explosion. And then the glass begins to fall. The human missile is yelling as he zooms through the air and people get out of the way. His parachute slows him down, but not before he slams into an automated ticket machine head first, breaking it apart.
I wince. That must hurt. But it probably saved his life, cushioning him from hitting the floor or wall. His – it’s got to be a guy who would do something like this, right? – parachute slowly comes down to the ground, settling over him. Dust is flying everywhere and bits of glass are still falling from the windows.
This is when something entirely miraculous happens. The man seems to get up on this own two feet after a moment of lying there. Yeah, I know, it sounds insane, and I’m not lying to you. I mean, he seems shaky, but he de-attaches the parachute and wobbles a few steps away from where he “landed”.
He looks at his wrist for a moment and then walks two steps away from me. I can’t help but notice his trim body. This is what no sex with Derrick for a few days has done to me.
“Alicia?” he calls out.
Oh my God!
He stops and turns around and looks in my direction.
“Alicia?” he calls out a bit stronger and goes to take off his helmet.
Wait, could it be?
“I’m here, love,” he says, taking off his helmet and revealing the smirk of Prince Derrick Blaine that I know so well.
His eyes meet mine and he takes a few more steps towards me. Tears start to form in my eyes as I find myself walking unsteadily towards him as well.
Two steps from me, Derrick sinks to one knee and takes my hand.
“Alicia Bayer,” he says, “I’ve been looking for you my whole life. I was a fool to let you go away once without stopping you.”
“Derrick,” I say back to him. “I’m so sorry for everything. I’m so sorry I lied to you. I love you so much.”
“Ssh,” he says. “I’m the one who’s sorry for everything I ever did to hurt you.”
Tears fall from my eyes freely now. There’s no stopping them.
“Never again, love,” he says. “I’m nothing without you. Will you have me again? This time as Alicia and Derrick?”
His dark, soulful eyes look into mine.
I seriously love this man. What I feel for him is the absolute and purest definition of the word. I sink down to him, and ignoring everyone around us in the terminal, I run my hand over his cheek.
“Only if you let me be Daphne some days,” I tell him with a smile.
He looks at me. And then he smiles.
“Come on,” he says to me. “The plane’s landing and we should get back on it.”
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“Anywhere,” he says. “it doesn’t matter as long as it’s with you.”
I don’t notice the people around us smiling and clapping as he kisses me. All I Can feel is his tongue exploring mine.
I don’t notice the cheers and well wishes as he picks me up and we walk arm in arm out of Grand Central, and into the rest of our lives.
Alicia
The emotions that flood me are just amazing. Only hours ago I thought I’d lost the man I love so much, and now I was beginning the rest of my life with him. I wasn’t sure what would happen with my job, but it was all worth it if I had Derrick beside me. And now he knows the truth about everything, which feels like a heavy load has been lifted off my shoulders.
My whole life has drastically changed so much in the best way possible. Looking over to Derrick, I feel overwhelmed with happiness and a hunger for him. It’s been days since I felt him, which is the longest break for us since our first night together.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask, jolting Derrick from a faraway thought.
“I thought I was going to die when I jumped out the plane, and the only thing I was worried about was not being able to tell you how much I love you before I went,” he says with an intense look.
He’s become the most romantic man in the world and in that moment I know I can’t wait another second to have him. I want him right here on this plane.
“There’s a bedroom on this plane, right?” I bite my lip seductively when the mischievous grin spreads across his face.
“Are you trying to get inducted into the mile-high club, love?” He quips.
“Well, technically you’ve never even slept with Alicia. Wait,” I hold a finger to my chin as if I’m in deep thought before adding, “Alicia is still a virgin!”
“I can’t believe you’re mine. Finally,” he shakes his head in disbelief.
“All yours, Derrick Blaine,” I confirm before crawling onto his lap.
Pressing my lips to his, I feel so safe and comfortable. Even though we’re thirty thousand feet in the air, I feel right at home in Derrick’ lap. For a long moment we stare into each other’s eyes and I think we’re having the same thought – how is this even possible? For the two of us to have our dreams come true.
Derrick finally breaks our gaze, kissing me slowly, his tongue sliding into my mouth deliciously. Our heads tilt from one side to the other as our mouths dance together in a desperate harmony, our bodies craving each other.
“Come here,” he takes my hand before lifting me out of his lap and I follow him to the back of the ginormous plane.
“Why do you need so much room?” I wonder aloud and Derrick just laughs like it’s a ridiculous question. Of course he would have the biggest and best model available, and now I’ll have the same for the rest of my life. I guess I’ll need to get used to that.
We pass several seating areas that look more like living rooms than airplane seats, everything is just so fancy. There’s a large window that allow you to just watch the clouds float by and I make a mental note to make my way back to enjoy the view if Derrick gives me any time.
Finally, we make it to a large wooden door, and Derrick opens it to reveal a beautifully decorated master bedroom. There’s a four poster bed, with matching nightstands on each side. A large television hangs from the wall at the foot of the bed, and there’s a small table and two chairs sitting at the far edge of the room. A small door to the left looks to be the restroom, and I excuse myself to go in before kissing Derrick quickly.
I’m taken aback by how large the bathroom is. We’re on an airplane and yet the bathroom is twice the size of the bathroom in my apartment.
I know what you’re thinking, yes I knew he would have the best and yes I always knew he had the newest and most expensive everything when we were kids, but its different being here and knowing this will all be my life too. It’s shocking to go from needing a roommate to afford my tiny apartment on the Lower East side to looking back at my reddened cheeks in the reflection of a luxurious bathroom mirror on a private jet.
“Baby?” I call out and Derrick comes to the doorway shirtless.
“What’s up, love?” He asks casually with the coolness he always embodies.
“Let’s take a bath,” I motion towards the deep soaker tub.
“You’re trying to draw this torture out even further?” He smirks. Honestly, that wasn’t really my intention. We’ve taken plenty of showers together, but never a bath, and I know I could use a freshen up after such an eventful day.
“Please,” I take his hand and lead him to the bathtub.
It only takes a few minutes for the waterfall faucet to fill the large tub, so we both strip naked as it reaches the top.
“I missed this,” Derrick says while taking my nipple between the pad of his thumb and index fingertip.
“They missed you too,” I tease, looking down at my heavy breasts.
I’ve used some of the bubble bath next to the tub, so I’m instantly covered in thick suds as I sink into the warm water. Derrick follows closely behind me, and we sit at each end of the tub facing each other.
He’s so fucking sexy I can’t even deal. His body is sculpted like a Roman God and he’s all mine, sitting naked, ready for me whenever I stop teasing him. After squirting a little shower gel on a loofah I rub it between my hands until the suds come to life.
“I want to see every place in the world with you,” I tell him as I brush the loofah over his shoulder. Moving his arm, he helps me wash him with an innocent smile.
“I’ll take you to the edge of the world, baby,” he says while lifting his chin so that I can scrub his neck.
Once I’ve finished cleaning him, he takes the other loofah hanging on a hook next to the tub and squeezes a little shower gel on it. His eyes grow dark as he massages the soapy loofah, his eyes trained on me.
Starting at my neck, he scrubs my body gently, paying extra attention to his favorite parts, especially my boobs. My body is coated in suds by the time he finishes, and I lie in the tub just like that before he takes my foot in his hand. Who would’ve ever thought that the prince was such a good masseuse? He always shocks me with his ability to turn me on from just touching any part of my body.
My ass twitches under the water as I squirm under the pleasure of his touch. Desire pools between my legs when he brings my foot to his mouth, slowly running his tongue across my toes while looking deeply into my eyes. It’s almost too intimate, and I have to fight the urge to close my eyes as the sensation feels too damn good.
“I’m gonna lick every inch of your body before this plane touches the ground,” he declares, sending tingles up my spine.
“Mmm,” I hum my approval, biting my lip as he takes my toes back into his mouth.
“And I’m gonna make you cum until you beg me to stop,” he adds before yanking my leg, so my body slides closer to him, making water splash out of the tub onto the tiled floor.
“You’re making a mess,” I yelp playfully.
“Someone will clean it up,” he shrugs, placing both of his hands on my hips.
Twisting my hips, he swivels me around so that my back is pressed against his hard chest and I lean into his touch as his hands roam my body greedily. With my nipples between his fingers, he twists the sensitive skin and I melt, moaning as I push my plump ass onto his erection.
With that masterful mouth, Derrick licks and sucks my nick while running his fingers down my belly and my back arches in delight to his sensual touch. I love when Derrick is rough and aggressive, but I love his soft side even more. The way he touches me like I’m silk, and treats me so delicately drives me crazy.
My addiction is starved after being away from him for so long. I feel like I could explode from his touch alone, but when his fingers find their way between my legs, I really grow weak.
“Oh God, Derrick,” I moan and he switches to the other side of my neck, kissing and sucking as he traces the outline of my engorged clitoris.
“Please,” I yearn for him, and he slides one finger inside me, causing me to gasp at the intrusion.
Sliding in and out, my muscles clench around him, eager for more. My body is electric, everything feels so intense and explosive, from his lips to the grazing of his teeth on my sensitive skin. Now his finger is moving faster as my legs press together to cause more friction.
Just then he slides his finger out and I instantly miss the pressure. Luckily, he quickly replaces the fullness with three of his fingers. My body jerks, splashing more water out of the tub, but neither of us seem to care as my body climbs with every thrust.
“Derrick,” I moan his name, leaning into his mouth while moving my pelvis into his stiff fingers, my orgasm building like waves in my belly.
“Until you beg me to stop, Alicia,” he whispers in my ear, reminding me of his earlier declaration and pushing me further just with the mention of my name.
For months I’ve heard him say my name, talking about someone else. It was painful to hide the truth from him, but it also created a deep longing, as I yearned to hear him speak my name to me, the real me. It feels incredible to hear my name, my real name, roll off of his tongue, urging me to explode.
“Don’t fight it,” he says, reading my body like always.
His fingers continue to work me over, and now he’s cupping my clit with the palm of his hand, massaging me both inside and out. God, it feels amazing, so amazing I almost don’t want to cum because I know it will end.
“Give it to me, baby,” Derrick whispers in my ear and his warm voice in my ear is my undoing. I have a gentle orgasm, the satisfaction slowly pouring out of me while Derrick nibbles on my neck, massaging my nipple with his free hand.
“That’s it,” he coaches me through and I moan his name, my climax finally winding down.
“God, I love you, Derrick,” I turn to look at him, his eyes lustful.
With his monstrous cock pressed into my back, I know he must be eager for his own climax, so I stand to head back into the bedroom, but before I can even step out of the water, Derrick lifts me up, my legs instantly wrap around him, my ankles interlocking at his lower back.
“My turn,” he whispers as he carefully walks on the wet floor.
My back is flush against the tiled wall as Derrick teases my opening the with tip of his cock, his eyes closing slowly as the velvety warmth covers the head of his member. My breathing is quick in anticipation and when he finally slides into me, I shriek from the initial shock and pain as my body stretches to make room for him.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans, slowly easing me down his length.
Our bodies are dripping wet, but I’m steaming hot for him, desperate for his release. I want to feel him explode inside of me. Lifting me like I’m as light as a feather, he works me on and off his throbbing cock, his mouth still teasing me neck.
“Derrick! Yes, baby!” I moan. His hands are cupping my ass, lifting me with ease, while my hands grip the nape of his neck as I bounce up and down.
“Oh fuck!” He bites out.
“I want to feel you cum, baby,” I moan in his ear and he grunts in response.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he groans, lifting me faster.
I realize that Derrick was probably telling the truth about never being with Alicia. He sees me as the girl he’s dreamed about, and this is the first time he’s feeling me as the girl of his dreams. Oh gosh, I have to make sure this is amazing. I want to live up to the images he’s had replaying in his mind for years.
Moving my fingertips through the hair at the base of his neck, I lean in to kiss his neck as he’s done mine. He tastes fresh and slippery from our bath. With every thrust, he grunts louder and I rock my hips so that I’m moving like a wave on and off his hard cock.
“I want to be your dream girl,” I admit through my loud moans, my boobs bouncing against his stiff pectorals.
“You are, Alicia,” he grunts, his hips surging quicker. “You always have been,” he adds before pulling my hair back to look into my eyes.
“Do you hear me?” He asks sternly without slowing.
“You’re my dream girl, Alicia.”
The words are like magic, hearing him say that to me takes my breath away. The waves emerge from my belly as another orgasm vibrates through me. Derrick is growing more aggressive and I know he’s fighting back his release.
“I’ll give you the world, baby,” he grunts in my ear, his face buried in my neck as he humps me like an animal.
“You’re my world!” I cry out and I mean it.
Ever since I showed up in that club, Derrick has been the center of my Universe. Everything I do revolves around him, and I love it. Never did I think I would be so happy to s
hare my life or care about someone more than I cared about life itself.
Derrick has changed my life so much in our short time together. I can’t wait to experience everything and every place with him. I want to fuck him all over the world, I’m so addicted to how good he makes me feel with that magical cock.
“Yes, Baby! Fuck me!” I call and his hips work overtime, stuffing me full of his thickness.
“I’m fucking you all day, baby,” he assures me and I lean back as a moan spills out of my lips.
“I’m gonna cum,” I whine, the vibrations growing too big too fast.
“That’s what I want,” he says before biting my neck and I explode around his cock as he keeps surging in and out of me.
My sex is so creamy, he’s sliding in and out so smoothly, a wet sound accompanying every pump. I’m only getting wetter, my climax stretching out, as he keeps filling me up.
“I’m gonna put a baby in you,” he growls.
Oh my. I’ve never even thought of it, but it’s a bit of a shock I’m not already pregnant the way we fuck. I’d love to have a little Derrick. And yes, I do remember how shitty he was as a kid, and understand I may be in store for part two, but I don’t care. And stop trying to take me away from the best feeling in the world. I’m kind of busy here, if you didn’t notice.
“I want all of your babies,” I whisper against his lips and watch the left side of his mouth curl into that sexy smirk I love so much.
“You want my babies?” He groans, hiding his smile by burying his face in my neck. I can tell by the change in his rhythm that he’s close to losing control, and for some reason that turns me on even more. My belly is housing new waves, just as I come off the high from my last orgasm.
“Yes, Derrick. Give me your baby,” I whisper seductively as Derrick grits his teeth, his jawline tense with focus, his need for release controlling him completely.
“Oh fuck!” He grunts.
“You’re gonna cum for me,” I wrap my arms and legs tightly around his muscular body.
“Fuck! You drive me crazy!” He groans, slamming into at full speed now.
