Breakfast being, oh yeah, in Maui. As in Hawaii. As in, “hop on a private jet and have effing breakfast with me.”
Who does that?
People who have endless money at their disposal and their reciprocates—us, me, who have it very bad—in very deep, elbow deep, tingly infatuation and incredible lust bad. The kind of bad where you daydream of the person night and day and feel a gaping hole in your heart because you are apart.
I knew I had class in the morning and responsible McKenzie, the one who always had all her ducks in a row, almost said no to him. Not because I wasn’t crazy about him, but, because I had a problem. I was a tad bit analytical and had a major problem with going with the flow, and steering off course. Okay, tad bit is an understatement.
But I made a choice that it was damn time to live a little. Screw everything having to be in its perfect place. I could miss a day of class and take an extended weekend.
As I sat in the oversized plush leather chair flying thousands of miles in the sky with him, I thought about how nothing could have prepared me for feeling...well, different. I’ve seen “wealthy” before on The Real Housewives... that—yes—Shelly always watched. I saw reality shows but never, ever, ever experienced the luxury life of a billionaire. Hell, a billionaire. Shit that’s a lot of money!
I could care less that he’s rich though. It’s just icing on the cake that I’m not sure I can even taste and enjoy because I feel uncomfortable with that much wealth. No, I don’t see dollar signs when I see this man. I see past the exterior and feel an intense connection when we are together unlike any other experience I’ve had with any man in my entire twenty-two and a half years of life.
When we are together.
Ah, big squeal. There he sat in front of me, still dressed in his tux and I in my Oscar worthy dress. I ached for him so badly. He fulfilled a hot fantasy of mine months ago in the club and well, what’s the saying, once you go black you never go back? He’s my black even though he’s white with tan skinned. I’m addicted.
“Champagne?” A male flight attendant dressed impeccably in a suit asked. It was one of those expensive bottles—Cristal brut from 1990, and I was just about to answer when Kyle—oh just knowing his name and knowing he was next to me, we were actually going away together!—This didn’t feel real!—answered for me.
“Yes, she’ll have some champagne.”
I watched as he removed the cork and poured it into gold-rimmed crystal glasses and I couldn’t help but laugh on the inside that this is exactly what Shelly always wanted. Life is funny sometimes.
I felt a little sleepy as the fizz tickled my nose. After all, it was something like two thirty in the morning, but there was no way in hell I was missing a single hour spent with—sigh—him.
He sat across from me in his dashing tuxedo and I felt my insides just melt. How anyone was that handsome, and that rich, and has substance on the inside—from the conversation we had about him loving theology and helping the poor—well, I was just beside myself. I was waiting for someone to just pinch me.
I didn’t even recognize myself in this setting and felt like an imposter. But, none-the-less, he genuinely, genuinely, genuinely showed sincere interest in me and I believed him. If this was his life, I had to comply.
He took a sip from his flute.
“Do you like Maui?”
“I’ve . . . I honestly can’t say. I’ve never been.”
His eyes lit up and a smile spread across his face.
“Oh, I have so much to show you.” He brushed the bottom of his jaw. “It’s a shame you have medical school in the...“ Then he stopped his words probably at the change of my facial expression.
“I mean, what I’m saying is, we could have so much fun together. And when was the last time you had some fun? Besides the club that is?” He winked. His tone wasn’t derogatory. It wasn’t demeaning. It was honest.
I smiled politely and looked down at my dress.
“Ah, I figured you’d want to change out of that.” He looked behind him as if trying to get someone’s attention.
“I had a suitcase packed for you. It should have everything you need in there.”
What...did he have little bags packed for other women such as I? Because I heard of a man who once did that very thing. In fact, he kept matching pajamas in drawers for his league of women who stayed over. In addition to little tracksuits for his women to lounge in. They all thought he was being thoughtful and little did they know he rotated them like the days of the week. And every girl had their own fresh pile waiting for them, folded neatly according to size. I thought it was ridiculous, bad, and incredibly funny all at the same time. Now, suddenly I felt a tinge in my stomach. I couldn’t be one of those women? Could I?
“I was hoping the night would turn out as it did so I planned a head of time.”
Phew. Good. I took a few sips of champagne. I mean, that’s so sweet! I hoped. I swallowed back my skepticism as he continued to stare at me with those eyes.
A hard cased Louis Vuitton was in the hands of the attendant.
“Thank you, Stephen.”
So, Stephen was his name.
“Feel free to wear whatever is comfortable for the flight. You can go ahead and change and we can finish our little discussion we have going on here.” He said very professorial like. Oh god, if he were my professor, I’d hang on every word. I’d never learn anything but every square inch of his body.
I smiled at him and unbuckled my seat belt when he reached for me and pulled me close to him. Being in his arms, drinking in his scent, felt just right. Like we were meant to be. He kissed me passionately and I could taste the champagne on his tongue that so masterly explored my own. His lips played with my upper lip and then tugged my lower. I melted into him and could feel him harden underneath my lap. I instantly pulsated in my eager garden for a good watering by him. Oh god was he an incredible lover. My mind flashed to the way he made me squirm that night in the bed with my arms and legs tied to the bed, fulfilling my fantasy.
He finally pulled away and my body buzzed with desire for him as I stared into those intoxicating chocolate eyes that carried so much emotion and depth; I was almost afraid to stare for so long because I was afraid he would change his mind about me if he saw all of me. So I tried to stay aloof, keep cool, when inside I was going school girl cah-razy about him.
“I just wanted to say I’m very glad you are here with me right now.”
I wasn’t used to this at all. Someone being so forward. So direct. So polite. So right. So—
He kissed my forehead again as I managed to mumble “thanks,” politely.
I was lost for words in this moment. I felt like I was in one of those movies where a woman is whisked away. My dress. The bottle of champagne worth thousands. The Louis Vuitton luggage. The works.
He nestled his nose in my neck and nibbled at my ear. “You know, usually the other person says something more back.”
He laughed as he pulled away and searched my eyes.
I bit my lip as I let out a light laugh. “Sorry, I’m just not used to this. Things like this don’t happen to me.” I admitted.
My sex throbbed in need as his hands cupped my waist. I thought again of all the things he had done to me, the way he made my body come alive in life changing, mind altering ways. It was as if I had been in a coma my whole life and he woke me up.
If I couldn’t articulate my gratitude at the moment, I could sure show him.
With all the passion and desire in me, I kissed him hard, eager, and long.
“Why don’t you join me in choosing what to wear?”
Judging by the way his body responded to mine, I knew there would be no refusal.
Mile high club here I come!
Chapter Fourteen
Moments later, we were in a luxury room with a bed, side tables, a couch, you would never suspect you were in a jet. I was certain this had to be featured on some travel channel featuring the life of the rich and famous.
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We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other and that familiar drive found its release once more. I was undressed to the lacy bra and panty set, and he in his silk boxers. My fingers trailed his hardened chest and abs as he freed my bra and I gasped at his warm touch on my eager hardened nipples. His wet tongue sucked hard and this sent pools of heat and desire down there, begging for release.
I had seen this scene a thousand times on television and in the movies where the hungry couples couldn’t keep their hands off of each other once they were together at last, where their desire was so intense, that they ravished each other.
That was us in that instant.
With the slight rocking from turbulence we both collapsed on the bed in one big ball of hot steamy desire. I felt his hardened thick member, eager and willing against my inner thigh as his strong body caressed me from above.
A slight moan escaped me as my fingers scraped his scalp. I pounded in desire to be filled by him.
His hands cupped my breasts as he repositioned himself and the tip of his head teased my wetness, sending shivers of pleasure stimulating my silky nob.
“Ohhhh,” I cried out.
“You are so wet for me. It’s so fucking sexy.”
“I am.” I whispered back. All this pent up tension, passion of reliving this month after month, the way his body rendered me paralyzed for his taking. His power over me was so majestically magical.
His lips and tongue ravished my neck, trailing my collarbone as my hands slid down his sides and reached for his throbbing cock.
“So eager. So hot.” He whispered as we both fought each other to have control, to take control, to dominate each other. I wanted to throw him on his back and pleasure him. He wanted to go down on me.
Finally, I let him win. He was so powerful and strong that I couldn’t object. His tongue trailed to my hipbone and made small teasing circles. Then he went straight for the kill.
His wet, rough tongue lapping across my begging mound. I squirmed and cried out as his tongue tipped just so and swirled across that right spot on my clit as his strong hands spread my legs and kept them from moving.
My body instantly shuddered at his expert touch and I knew seconds more I would come. I just couldn’t keep it from coming so quickly!
He twirled with his magical tongue over my swollen clit and sucked while his pouty lips added pressure causing my voice to cry out in high pitched moans I didn’t’ recognize.
“Oh. My God, Kyle!” Kyle. I could finally cry out his name.
With this encouragement he continued licking with that expert pointer tongue of his, harder and harder, faster and faster and just when I was about to come in one swift motion he rose and entered my smooth silkiness with his delicious soldier, collapsing on top of me as I cried out even more.
His lower abs stimulating my heightened clit as he filled me deeply, smoothly all the way to that spot I dreamt of day and night.
I cried out and wrapped my legs around him as his own vocal cries came out. He ravished my neck, my lips, my jaw as he continued to drive in and out of me, and I savored every last drop of his love making. I was his.
My orgasm, both in and out, coincided in one explosion of fireworks and I cried out, not caring that Stephen, the pilot, or whoever the hell else, might be able to hear me. It just felt so damn good! He made me feel so damn good.
“Kyle! Oh. My. God.” He drove harder, deeper, and then finally slower as my legs spasm and my entire body shook against him as he let out that sweet sounding moan, a really good one, and came himself.
I felt his heart beating fast as he collapsed onto my chest. We both caught our breath while gently rubbing our sweaty bodies together.
“Oh fuck, your body does something to me, McKenzie. I’m not letting you go. I’m going to show you the time of your life. I’m going to take excellent care of you.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me on top of him and kissed my dewy forehead as he still remained in me. My spent, sensitive walls continued to spasm.
I lay limp on his chest and listened to his heartbeat, breathing in his smell, the feel of his smooth skin against my cheek, the sound of his voice, taking in the moment of it all.
It was all so surreal. Who would have thought just twelve hours prior, I was at home studying, completely unaware how my life would change when Shelly brought in the mail.
“Okay, goodnight.” He teased and a small smile hung on his face as he burrowed his face between my breasts.
I couldn’t help but to laugh.
Even though my body was intensely connected to him and every fiber in my being desired him, there was a part of me that I always held back from being too too close. I admired his ability to be so . . . emotionally open, I guess you can call it. So eager and capable to show love.
He began sucking my nipples.
I squirmed with laughter.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re like a kid in a man’s body?”
Between sucks he said, “That’s the greatest compliment I could ever receive.” He sighed as he finally exited out of me and rolled over leaving me suddenly aching, empty, longing for his body to be connected with mine.
Oh my gosh, I was screwed.
“Okay, princess. How about you get cleaned up. I need you healthy for your little travels with me. No UTI’s.”
I slowly sat up and looked at him bemused.
“The towels are under the sink and don’t forget your suitcase packed for you.” He winked.
I’m not going to lie. A little part of me felt like a kid at Christmas opening boxes and boxes of gifts. The wonder and surprise.
“Take your time,” he said his eyes sleepily as he let out a yawn. It was 3:15am. I was beginning to feel sleepy, too.
I shut the door behind me, I couldn’t believe I was thousands of miles up in the sky. This was truly a different world. If one saw a picture of the bathroom, it would seem like your normal every day luxury restroom in any mansion.
I let out a light laugh. I can’t believe this is really happening.
I opened the glass shower door and turned the gold faucet adjusting the temperature. Oh, facewash. I hated going to sleep without my face clean and fresh. I wondered if I would find some in the Louis. The Louis!
So I opened the suitcase that was screaming my name and saw perfectly stacked packed clothing with tags on them, gowns, swimsuits, lingerie, amazing designer heels, a medium size satin bag. I fingered a few dainty lace bras and held up a white one looking at the size. 32dd. Huh. Just my size. He really knew women, huh?
Finally I found a pink mini bag and unzipped it and found a full line of La Mer products. I shrugged my shoulders and a small smile grew to a large one. Shelly would so be jealous. I found a rubber tie and even a headband to keep my hair out of my face. Something told me that only a man with practice with women would know a woman needs a head band and hair tie when removing makeup. I opted not to wash my hair since it literally had been only eight or so hours since I last washed it and it took so long to dry because of the length.
I took the La Mer face wash and walked back to the shower. As I removed my makeup, I inhaled the luxury scent of the lather, I thought about how even when I did become a surgeon and made lots of money, I never saw myself splurging on products such as these. I was too practical but I wasn’t going to kid myself— it felt so nice.
I found lilac soap and as I washed myself, I couldn’t help but think about the number eight. Eight hours ago I was giddy with Shelly getting ready to go to the club again, yet cautious, scared, fearing that I was in some sort of danger but the hope of touching him again carried me through. I had been dolled up by Shelly, blindfolded, in a helicopter, almost ravished by a sexual beast with a disgusting mustache, played the role of a lifetime and should have won an Oscar for my acting as a southern belle—okay maybe that’s overboard, but that’s how I felt—and then rescued.
I was rescued.
I let the water pour over me and basked in that thought.
And now you just had hot sex thousands of miles up in the air.
I pondered on that and I instantly went wet again. He turned my sexual appetite up a thousand percent. No one had ever made me feel this way. Ever.
As I dried myself with plush towels, I found in my toiletry bag what appeared to be expensive French lotion. As I glided the silky fragrance over my body, I inhaled the invigorating rose scent.
I looked through the suitcase for something to sleep in. I found a hot pink satin slip with yellow lace. It was gorgeous. A matching pair of panties were folded inside it. I slipped it on admiring how different I looked in the nightie while standing in an exquisite, over the top, bathroom in a private jet.
I looked at myself in the mirror again and I smiled as I felt, well...Pretty... Sexy...Important.
I practically skipped out of the bathroom with a smile on my face ready to appear calm, confident and sexy. But I found him asleep on the bed with the cutest smile across that angel face of his.
I decided to get in bed next to him and try to get some rest myself, but I wanted to savor this moment just once. I was giddy inside! The man, the gorgeous man, was right next to me asleep and he was taking me to Maui.
Chapter Fifteen
Dressed in a formfitting short turquoise dress that hugged all my curves in just the right places, I felt pretty damn sexy. Never would I treat myself to such a sexy dress. I was always the practical dresser, but dressed to the nines like this made me feel, well powerful. Sexy. I even walked different.
I sat across from Kyle on a secluded terrace in a private villa in Maui attended by a staff just for us. (Apparently this is normal life for billionaires). I still couldn’t believe this was really happening.
I shyly stared at Kyle, looking down nervously. The affect he had on my body, my emotions—it almost was too much. But in a good way. I had never felt this way before.
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