Cock Me, Pilot

by Sylvia Fox

  His cock is warm and soft. I stroke him as my pussy juice drips down my leg.

  He palms my breasts, lifting one into his mouth as he sucks on my nipple.

  "I remember one time when you walked down the hall toward my office, you dropped a piece of paper outside the door just so you could bend over. So, I could see your little ass crack and your perfect pussy. You have been such a dick tease for so long. But Ella, no more teasing."

  "No more teasing," I say breathlessly. Relishing in the fact that he was watching me. All that time, all those years.

  His hand dips between my pussy folds. The idea of there not being fabric where there should be is what I love that about these crotchless panties. They turn me on so much. The forbidden, the taboo. The dirty.

  When his fingers graze my clit, when he slips in a finger, grinding his hand against my pussy, I never want it to stop

  Apparently, I’m not very good at finger banging. Brett wraps one of my legs around his waist, and the two of us sink down, my ass finding the armchair again and him tossing my legs over his shoulder. He starts pounding on my little pussy with his finger, harder, harder, harder. My tits bobbing up and down as he moves in and out of me.

  "Your cock Brett, I want your cock now."

  He grins, shaking his head.

  "Your pussy needs to be stretched out a little bit. I don't want you to cry, baby.”

  I'm moaning loudly as he adds another finger to my pussy.

  "I'm gonna make you cum so hard, Ella." I hear my juicy release as it pours out of me. And then he flicks his finger against my G spot—fast, faster, and faster yet, igniting my core. I cry out in pleasure, my little pussy sopping wet, my thigh highs wrapped around him, nearly falling off the chair as he pounds me with his hand.

  "Oh my God, baby, you're a gusher?"

  I shake my head not even knowing what that means.

  "Is that a bad thing?" I ask.

  "Baby, it's not bad at all. You could be a porn star with a cunt like this."

  He's right, I am gushing, spraying him, and I moan as I orgasm thunderously.

  "Oh my God, Brett. Oh my God," I moan.

  "Your pussy is ready now, baby. My cock is hard and your pussy is wet. Right now all I need is for you to bend over."

  "Don't use a condom," I tell him, something that I've already decided. "I want you to fuck me and I want to feel it. For the first time, I want it to be something I'll never forget."

  "You're on the pill?" he asks.

  "Yeah, I wanted to be ready for this moment, if it ever happened."

  My words must really turn him on, because he slaps my ass hard and I feel the tip of his cock grind against my pussy. Up and down over my ass hole. Into my pussy, his tip is teasing me. Grinding against me just like when we were in the ocean together. My ass against his cock.

  But this time there's nothing between us. No bikini, no swim trunks.

  "I'm ready," I tell him.

  He is too, because he pushes his length inside of me, my hands braced against the back of the chair. I'm on my knees, my ass against him, my pussy filled with his cock.

  "Oh my God, are you all the way in?" I ask.

  "Oh honey, not even close." He laughs, slapping my ass again before reaching in front of me and holding onto both of my breasts. "Your tits are so big, how do they fit in a bra?" He asks with such incredulity, I can't help but smile, I can't help but love the fact that his palms can't hold my breasts in the same way my fingers can't circle around his cock.

  "So you're a tit man? Not an ass guy?"

  "Oh baby, your tits are gorgeous. So round and so perky. Do me a favor, stop wearing a bra. Okay?"

  "Brett ... I could never," I say laughing before he runs his fingers over my nipples squeezing them hard and barreling his cock deeper in my pussy.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me now.

  "Oh my God." I shake my head, my pussy thrumming as he fills me up so completely. This is better than my fingers. This is better than his fingers.

  This is deeper, this is complete.

  "Brett, if you keep fucking me like this, I swear to God I'll never wear a bra again. In fact, I'll stop wearing panties too. If it means you'll be inside me more."

  He pulls my hair back with a hand, brings my ear closer to his mouth. He kisses me on my earlobe as he rams his cock into my cunt, again and again.

  It hurts, but in a good way. In a way, my body is no longer my own.

  He comes in me, hard and fast, his release so complete that it brings me to orgasm again.

  I can't see. I can't breathe. My legs shake. My heart races. Our bodies pressed together in sweat and satisfaction.

  Brett's phone starts ringing. My phone starts ringing.

  He pulls his cock from my pussy, and I turn around reaching for a tissue on the table, wiping myself, remembering to breathe.

  His reaches for his pants pocket and pulls out his phone. He is naked, his still hard cock tempting me. Without thinking, I drop my knees wanting to lick him right then and there.

  Just as my mouth is about to circle around his cock, as my tongue licks a drop of semen left behind I hear him groan.

  "Fuck, Ella. This is bad."

  I look up at him, his shaft still in my grip. I've never wanted anything in my mouth as bad as I want his cock. His salty come on my lips. Now.

  "What is it?"

  "Kari. She's here, just got dropped off in a taxi. Apparently, her plane was delayed by five hours because of the storm. So, she’s coming to ride with us."

  "Fuck, she's here? Now?"

  "Yes, she's walking to the hangar as we speak."

  Chapter Seven

  One second I am in a state of bliss, drenched in revelry, and the next moment I am literally freaking out of my mind. I mean, my fingers tremble, my heart races. Nothing about this moment feels good. Not the way I wanted to feel minutes after the first time I had sex.

  Oh, my God, Oh my God. My best friend is going to walk in on me and her father fucking.

  I reach for my pants, as Brett tries to tell me everything is going to be okay.

  "No, it's not going to be okay," I tell him, shaking my head. "Brett, it's going to ruin everything."

  "Look, I know this isn't ideal, but Ella, relax. This is going to be okay. It will take Kari a few minutes to walk in here and we'll be cleaned up before she arrives."

  "Yeah, well, just take your sweet time then, putting on your pants." I grab my T-shirt and pull it over my head and reach for my shoes. At least at this point Brett is buckling his pants and reaching for his undershirt.

  We are quickly reassembled, and I know we must look rumpled, but at least we're not naked. Dressed, Brett says to me, "Before the door opens, Ella, I want you to know that whatever happens next, I do not regret this. Not for a moment. Thank you. Thank you, for giving me the gift of yourself."

  My heart opens, relishing the words Brett offers, wishing whatever is happening between the two of us could last more than this moment. Could be more than a one-time thing. I move to kiss him.

  But then Kari is here, and the moment passes.

  "Oh my God, that storm was a complete tease. There's not a single cloud in the sky." Kari groans, barreling in through the door. She rolls a suitcase and has a tote bag over her shoulder, taking up the space in this plane that had moments ago been filled with nothing but the moaning of Brett and me.

  Our panting, our pleasure.

  "Really? The storm is gone?" I ask, my brows furrowed.

  "Let's look at this, sweetheart." For a moment, I think Brett's word is directed towards me. Sweetheart. But then I blink, realizing of course he isn't talking to me. He is talking to his daughter. Because him and I are not a thing.

  We were a moment.

  "Yeah the storm is a total bust," she continues. "And I was on that freaking tarmac for ages. Thank God they let us get off so I could come here. So much faster this way."

  Kari wraps her arms around me and squeezes tight before stretching out her arms
and looking me over.

  "You look different, Ella. What's going on with your hair? It's a total mess."

  Kari doesn't say this in a mean way, it's in a I'm your best friend so I can say whatever the hell I want kind of way.

  "I think she looks great," Brett says. Of course, Kari doesn't realize there may be a double meaning here, and she just laughs it off saying, "No seriously, though, the storm is basically gone. I think we can leave soon."

  "Let me have a look,” Brett says. "You girls settle into the cabin and I'll go check the reports."

  Brett leaves a second later, but not before giving me a backwards glance. A look that I swear says something. Maybe I'm grasping here. Wanting this to be something it isn't.

  I can't help it.

  "So have you been bored out of your mind waiting here with my dad?" Kari asks. She sets down her bag and plops in an armchair. The armchair I was just fucked in by her father.

  My stomach rolls.

  "Oh, he was fine. Besides, I haven't been here that long and your dad is always so nice. I'm just glad I got a ride home. Thanksgiving alone would have been depressing as hell. I can't believe I effed up the ticket."

  "What are we going to do with you, girlie?" Kari asks.

  "What, about my lack of adult responsibility? Or is there something else I'm royally screwing up right now?"

  "That’s the problem, you're not screwing anything." At that, Kari laughs. "Seriously though, maybe that would fix everything. You should start fucking around. Like soon. Maybe that would help you get perspective on college, on life. You've been putting so much pressure on the perfect first time. Screw it. Screw them all." Kari keeps laughing, and I do my best to play along.

  If only she knew how much screwing had been taking place a few minutes ago.

  Brett walks back on the plane clapping his hands together. "Good news girls, we're good to go. I just spoke with air traffic control and he said we're up and running again. Guess whatever storm they were predicting has not materialized, just as you said, Kari."

  "Okay, I'll just go pee and then we can take off," Kari says, standing and walking to the bathroom.

  "You know you can use the restroom while we’re in the air," her dad tells her.

  "I know, but it weirds me out."

  With Kari behind closed doors Brett looks at me. "Like I said, I don't regret a fucking thing."

  I smile, loving that his eyes are back on me. I smirk. "You regret nothing at all?"

  He shakes his head grinning. "Okay, you're right. I regret a few things. But that's okay," he says, pressing his hand to my pussy. I draw in sharp breath, already wet again. "We're not through, Ella. Not even close."

  Chapter Eight

  The plane ride is uneventful, though it's nice to be with my best friend after a long first quarter in college.

  "So, I started seeing this guy, and Ella, he makes me feel amazing." She raises her eyebrows, teasingly. "In every way."

  I smile, adding more champagne to her flute. Perks of flying with her dad.

  "So when do I get to meet this guy?" I tease. "Did you meet him on campus?"

  "Well, not exactly."

  "What do you mean, not exactly? I thought you were in classes pretty much twenty-four seven these days." I know Kari's school schedule is much more packed than mine. I am taking the equivalent of underwater basket weaving, meanwhile she's in aeronautics and quantum physics.

  "His name is Javier." Kari bites her bottom lip, blushing. "And I met him a few weeks ago when I was getting my oil changed."

  "He's a mechanic?"

  "No, he was there getting his oil changed also. We met in the lobby. We were both drinking crappy coffee and waiting for our cars to be ready."

  "And let me guess, he ended up changing your oil?" I snicker, knowing I'm being immature but also unable to resist the opportunity.

  "Yes that is exactly what happened. He took me to dinner, a nice dinner, downtown. Not at all like the losers at college who think hooking up in their dorm room is a turn on."

  "Okay, so you didn't meet in class and he's not a frat boy loser. What's his story?

  "Well, he's a little older."

  I almost spit out my champagne. "How much older, exactly?"

  "A lot older."

  At this point my mind is working overtime. Maybe Kari won't be upset that her dad and I hooked up. Maybe Brett and I can have our happily ever after. Not that he's offered me one, but if he did... Maybe I could take it.

  "Okay," Kari sighs, flopping back into her chair dramatically. "He's twelve years older than me. He's thirty."

  I release the air I didn't know I'd been holding. "That's not so old."

  "Are you kidding me? You don't think me dating a guy who is thirty, divorced, with two children, isn't too old for me?" She scowls at me as if she's sure I'm not gonna like the turn Javier has taken.

  "I honestly don't think it's a big deal." I shrug. "If you're supposed to be with him, age doesn't really matter, does it? Could be worse. He could be a total asshole. He's not an asshole, is he?"

  "No," Kari says, swatting my shoulder. "He isn't an asshole. He's really good to me. I mean, in the two weeks we’ve known each other."

  At that, the two of us are lost in a fit of giggles.

  Then my eyes gaze toward the front of the plane, where Brett is sitting in the cockpit.

  I can't help but think about his cock.

  How that pilot cocked me hard.

  "This is why I love you, Ella," Kari says, sighing into her champagne. "You always surprise me. In the least expected ways. Now, all we need to do is get you someone that makes you happy. Someone who is not an asshole."

  I want to add that I found someone that I've known for a very long time. Someone who always treats me right. Someone who always turns me on. Someone who has a child I already get along with, and has been divorced for over a decade. I want to say thank God I know who I want to be with.

  I want to say it's your father.

  Instead, I pour us each another glass of champagne and try my best to suppress the growing desire between my legs.

  "I haven't been honest with you," I tell her, knowing Brett can't hear with his headphones on.

  "No?" Kari asks. "What do you mean?"

  "Well, I met someone too."

  "What?" She sets down her champagne. "And you are just now telling me? What is wrong with you woman, I've been waiting for you to admit a crush to me the entire length of our friendship."

  "Well, I was nervous too. He is older also, and he has a daughter."

  "So what. Be happy. Carpe diem, and all that jazz."

  I know she wouldn't feel the same way if she knew the daughter he had was her.

  Still, I press forward. Knowing it would be dishonest to hold back from my best friend.

  "We had sex."

  "What the actual fuck!?" Kari jumps up, clapping her hands and squealing. Brett turns his head ever so slightly to see what the commotion is.

  Kari waves him off and my heart steadies, knowing there is no way I could navigate this conversation with them both.

  "Just once. I don't know if it will happen again."

  "Why not?" she asks.

  "It's complicated. He's older than Javier."

  "How much older?"

  "Much older. But I don't really want to say anymore, it is all so new."

  Her eyes widen. "You little minx."

  I shrug, embarrassed, wondering if telling her was the right thing. But then she takes my hands, squeezing them. "If he makes you happy, it is worth whatever complications come with it. I'm certain."

  "Thanks, Kari," I say knowing she hasn't exactly given me her blessing, but it is as close as I'm going to get.

  Now I just need to figure out how I can finish what I was just starting, with Brett’s cock in my mouth.

  Chapter Nine

  When we get to my parents’ house in Brett's car, my parents are on the front porch to greet us.

  "Brett, you outdid your
self this time," my father says walking to shake Brett's hand as he gets out of the car.

  "It wasn't a bother, not at all. I'm always here for Ella, she knows that."

  "You guys have had a long day, come inside for a drink. Are you hungry? I'm sure we could pull something together." My mom smiles warmly at my oldest friend and her father.

  "Thank you, Julia," Kari says, pulling my mom into a hug. "God knows my dad won't have anything at the house. Knowing him, he's sent Rosie away on a holiday weekend. Right, Dad?"

  One thing about Brett that I've always loved is his generosity. His warm heart and his willingness to help anyone. Kari has always complained that every single holiday weekend of her entire life her dad has sent the staff home. Which I tend to think is pretty dang sweet. She on the other hand, thinks having a warm meal on Christmas morning might be even better.

  "Of course," Brett says. "And yes, I'd love a drink." My parents and Kari walk inside and I follow. Brett is behind me, and I feel his body treacherously close to mine. After I take a step into the house, I pause. Rocking back on my foot, I press my ass against him.

  "Girl," Brett whispers in my ear, as I let my body lean against his for a moment longer than I should. "I mean it, I need you. You're more than a hook up. I want you to know that. You are mine."

  Scared that I'm going to turn around, wrap my arms around him and kiss him like a maniac, I choose the opposite path.

  I hightail it to the kitchen and stick my head in the freezer. Literally. I need to cool off.

  "Are you getting ice? Mom asks coming up behind me.

  I laughed nervously. Pulling out ice cube trays from the freezer. "Yeah, for the cocktails. Gotta get it for the ice bucket. For the drinks. The gin. Or whiskey? Whatever you want. Let me help."

  I'm not usually a nervous talker, but I'm also not usually a girl who fucks on airplanes. I'd say I joined the mile-high club, but that wasn't what happened exactly. I didn't even need to get off the ground for him to turn my life upside down.