Cock Me, Pilot

by Sylvia Fox

  "Look, Brett,” I say. “It's true, I don't have great ambition, this massive desire to run for President or become a financial advisor. I just want to live and love, deeply and well. That's all I want. And maybe that's asking for the world––"

  "It's not a lot." Brett shakes his head, pulling me up from the bed and lifting me up with his hands gripping my ass. My legs wrap around him and I'm reminded how very strong he is. In his arms, I feel weightless. In his arms, I feel loved.

  "It's not a lot," he continues. "It's everything. You may be young, but I wasn't joking when I said you're not like women I know. You have your head on straight. You're not chasing shallow dreams. You’re swimming in deep water. You want to love and be loved, Ella, that's everything. That's what everyone is looking for. Some people spend their whole lives looking for it. Hell, I waited my entire life for this. For you."

  Tear spring to my eyes, relieved at the way Brett sees me. He's not judging me or thinking I'm not as valuable because I don't want the fancy-ass career. He sees me. And he likes what he sees.

  "This is more than I ever could've asked for," I admit, my forehead resting against him.

  "Oh, really?" Brett asks squeezing my ass. "I think there's a few more things you could ask for."

  "What?" I ask coyly.

  "You could ask me to lick your pussy." He tosses me on the bed, and I laugh, bouncing on his mattress. He climbs on top of me, pinning me to the bed, and I laugh, not wanting him to let go.

  "No," I tell him. "That's not what I want right now."

  "What do you want, baby?"

  "Right now I want to suck your cock."

  Brett's mouth is on my neck, and then he's kissing my ears. I'm still fully clothed and he has his pants on. I want us to both be naked, I want our bodies to become one.

  "Let me make love to you," he tells me. "Let me make love to you Ella."

  "Does that mean..." I manage to whisper.

  "It means, I love you. I love you."

  I look in his eyes, believing everything he says.

  And then he kisses me.

  Chapter Twelve

  I can't believe Brett just told me that he loves me.

  There are too many emotions crashing around my heart. I’m ecstatic. Overwhelmed. Filled with a sense of destiny. A feeling that dreams can come true. Forever.

  "I love you, too," I tell him between kisses.

  "Oh baby, I'm gonna make you so happy."

  "But my parents... and Kari. Can we do this if...."

  I pull away from Brett. I find myself rolling off the bed and standing, suddenly conflicted.

  The surge of emotions that I'd felt were all joyous, but now I'm realizing all those highs are coupled with unbearable lows. Can I really lose my best friend? And my parents, what do they think of me?

  "I'm sorry Brett, I don't want this memory to be tainted with so much grief. But don't you feel even just a little bit conflicted here? Because I don't know how I can face my family and my best friend after what happened tonight."

  "I'm not going to make you choose. But I do love you, Ella. I loved you for a long ass time." Brett sits on the edge of the bed, and now I'm the one between his open legs. He presses his head to my belly and wraps his arms around my waist. His hands palm my ass.

  He looks up at me, and says, "Ella, I know I'm older than you. But age has taught me a few things. You don't get chances like this every day. You know this is as real as I do. Life has no guarantees. We could wake up tomorrow and this could all be gone. What we do have is now. You said that in life, there are two things you want: love and me. You have them. Kari and your parents can either be with us in this or not. I hope they will. But even if they don't, we have one another."

  Tears stream down my cheeks; his words ring so true, so sincere.

  I shake my head and run my hands through his hair, looking at this man I’ve wanted for so very long.

  "I love you," I tell him. "And you're right, this love is worth fighting for."

  He squeezes me tighter, and smiles. "I love you too, Ella."

  "I love you more," I whisper. "But now I want you to fuck me."

  "All night long."

  As I step out of the bathroom, I am perfectly exposed. I put on the tiniest teddy I could have purchased. Black lace barely covering me, the thong exposing my cheeks, a plunging neckline not even covering my nipples. At least, not these double D's. My pussy is in black lace, but these are crotchless too.

  I may have told Brett earlier that I didn't need him to lick my cunt, but right now? I've changed my mind. I want to suck him and I want him to lick me and I want his cum on my body and his cum in my pussy.

  I want it all. I want it now.

  "Oh baby, you look so fucking good," Brett says, stepping toward me. I run my fingers across my neck, catching my breath. Because, oh my God, Brett looks too good to be true.

  His magical creature is in its finest form.

  Brett stands before me naked, his shoulders broad and his chest ripped. But the real showstopper is his cock.

  He strokes his dick, all twelve inches of glory. It's so stiff and hard as he moves up and down with his hand.

  "Brett, your cock is so big."

  "You ready to get up close and personal with it?" Brett asks.

  "Of course I am. But can I ask you something first?"

  Brett walks towards me, his mouth on mine before I finish my sentence. His cock rubbing against my belly. His hands between my legs.

  He whispers in my ear, "What do you want to ask, baby?"

  "I've always heard people talking about doing sixty-nine with one another. Is that something you like? I mean ... do guys like that?"

  "I don't know about guys, but men? Me? Hell, fucking yes. Come to the bed, and let me lick your tight little pussy while you sit on my face."

  My face flushes, my body hot and bothered. There are some logistical aspects of this position I hadn't thought about. If I am sitting on him, he'll be licking my pussy, my ass will be completely in his face.

  But there's a gleam of pleasure in his eyes, and I know it turns him on to think about my body against his in this way.

  And with my ass in his face, it means that my mouth is all around his cock.

  I want to get that massive rod in my mouth right now. I'm already dripping at the idea of it.

  Brett is on his back, and I straddle him from behind. His hands are on my ass as he pulls my pussy toward him.

  "Just relax, baby. Get comfortable, and let me lick your creamy slit."

  His words cause my nipples to harden, and I sit down over his face as his tongue dips into my folds, licking my pussy back and forth, back and forth, his tongue rolling over my clit-- I exhale loudly.

  I knew it would feel good. But this? This is causing my body to tremble.

  "You like that, love?"

  I eek out a yes before I look down and see his cock standing at attention right in front of me. I wrap my hands around him, and run my tongue down its hard length. He is so velvety soft, and his tip has the tiniest drop of cum, as if waiting for me to roll my tongue over it.

  I lick it off, savoring the salty sweetness that is Brett. And I open my mouth, suddenly wanting to suck him until I gag. Wanting to suck him until his cock shoots ribbons of cum across me.

  So, I do.

  My ass moves up and down over Brett as he licks me furiously, licks me until I'm dripping down my thighs. Completely slick and wet and hot.

  And there's no way I can get all of him in me at once, but hell, I'm going to try.

  I move my mouth over him widening my lips as far as they can go, and suck. Hard and long. I suck until my throat burns with his cock. My pussy melting with each flick of his tongue. My body is on fire. I roll Brett's balls in my hands as I move my head up and down, getting filled by him.

  He's so hard, getting stiffer as I suck. My pussy screams as Brett licks me, and then he presses my ass ever so slightly up in the air and begins to finger fuck me like he did earli
er on the plane.

  I moan, "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh Brett. Don't. Don't stop. Don't stop. Oh, yes." My entire body shakes. I pull his cock from my mouth, letting his cum spurt all over my exposed tits.

  I hold my breasts in my hand wanting to coat them with his cum. I suck him again, wanting to taste more of him, of his release. My pussy is on fire as Brett pounds me with his fingers. Harder and harder until my pussy explodes in pleasure.

  I'm panting for breath. All I can think about is those massive dildos the girls down my dorm hall bought. And as I stare at Brett's huge cock, his milky come coating my tits, my mouth; I know I am a very lucky girl.

  Brett's cock is huge and hard and mine. I turn my body around, and sit down on his cock, my pussy nice and ready, and I ease him into me.

  "I know your pussy is the kind that will enjoy a good fisting," Brett tells me as my pussy sinks lower, spreading apart as it's filled with Brett's length.

  "Fisting?" I ask in disbelief. "Brett, I don't think..."

  "You said you wanted a life filled with adventure. I'm going to show you all kinds of things."

  "So long as we’re traveling the world together, you can show me anything you want." I rock over his cock, moving my hips up and down, up and down, as he fills me with all of himself.

  "What other things are you going to show me?" I ask.

  "Anal. Nipple Clamps. Threesomes. I'm going to pleasure you every way I can."

  "A threesome?" I shake my head. "Brett, I only want you."

  Brett smiles and laces his fingers with mine as my tits bob up and down and rock over him.

  "That works, Ella. Because I only want you."

  Chapter Thirteen

  I wake in a tangled mess of sheets. Brett is beside me, and when I reach my hands down to touch his morning hard-on, I hear a deep breathy sigh that fills my belly with warmth.

  "Last night was incredible," Brett says, rolling to face me, cupping my face with his hand.

  Similar to the way I'm cupping his balls.

  "You are incredible." I smile before spreading my legs and letting him fill me.

  We fall back to sleep, completely sated.

  Stepping out of the shower, I dry my hair with a towel as Brett pulls on slacks and a dress shirt. He always looks so gentlemanly, so put together.

  "Your phone was ringing, Ella," Brett tells me. I sigh as I wrap a towel around me-- he teases by grabbing the towel from my hand, and letting it fall to the ground. "I love the way your tits look, so perky and inviting."

  "Oh, yeah?" I tease. "Maybe we can start our adventures tonight by me giving you a titty-fuck."

  He shakes his head, and I love the way Brett's eyes graze my entire body.

  "You are pretty damn dirty for just stepping out of the shower."

  I laugh, grabbing the towel from the floor, but unable to resist shaking my hips as I move.

  I reach for my phone in the bedroom and see I've missed a few texts from my mom.

  Mom – are you still coming for dinner?

  Mom – Kari has calmed down a bit... I really want to have my daughter here today.

  I bite my bottom lip, trying to think through what I want to say exactly.

  Me – can Brett come?

  Mom responds right away.

  Mom – yes. We’ll see you when you get here.

  I'm glad that I'm welcome back in my parents’ home, but it's killing me not knowing how Kari is doing.

  I thumb a message to my best friend.

  Me – Sorry how things went down. Can we talk today?

  I stare at the screen, willing her to respond, but she doesn't answer, and I don't expect her to. I'll know where she stands soon enough.

  I show Brett the messages from my mom, and he nods. "It's already eleven," he says. "I know she likes an early Thanksgiving dinner. Should we head over soon?"

  "Yeah, just let me get ready and then we can go."

  "You don't need to be nervous, Ella. Your parents love you."

  "It's Kari I'm worried about. I haven't heard anything from her today."

  "Be patient, she'll come around."

  I nod, because there's not much else I can do. Either she'll accept this or she won't.

  "I can't ruin your relationship with your daughter, Brett. I mean, I know last night ... in the heat of the moment we ... you..."

  "Listen, Ella. Kari will come around. I think once she sees our good intentions, she'll understand."

  I swallow back my fear, wanting his words to be truth.

  Walking up the front steps to my parents’ house my knees shake. I don't know what it says about me that I'm so scared, except that it means I care.

  I care about my relationship with my parents and my relationship with my best friend. I love how Brett seems so sure that in the end, love conquers all. His trust in that makes me feel stronger, braver.

  Still, the truth is, I'm scared.

  Scared to lose so much at the same time I'm gaining someone so wonderful.

  Before we knock on the front door, Brett squeezes my hand. "If you've changed your mind about us, I won't hold it against you. If you want something besides a relationship with me, I'll take what I can get. You want to be occasional fuck buddies? You want to carry my baby? You want to hookup once a year on family vacations? I'll do anything you want."

  I shake my head, squeezing his hand. "Maybe I'm selfish, because that would never be enough for me. I want this to be more than just something on the side. I want you forever... And I hope our families can see that."

  I knock on the door and brace myself for whatever comes next.

  My dad pulls open the door with a small smile on his face. I look in his eyes knowing that while I never have been exactly daddy's little girl, the two of us have had a good relationship. As an only child, things have always been straightforward between us.

  He's never been the kind of father who is embarrassed about buying his daughter tampons or folding her panties. He's been a good dad, always supportive and never overbearing.

  Right now, I know he's more than good with this, because he opens his arms and pulls me into a hug. I wrap my arms around him, feeling the warm embrace that can only pass between a father and his daughter.

  Pulling away, he looks at me and says, "Ella, you look so happy."

  Tears spring to my eyes, not having realized how much his acceptance means.

  My dad looks over at Brett and grabs his hand. Shaking it before clapping him on the back.

  "If this is as real as you say it is, I trust my daughter with you."

  "It is real, Derek," Brett tells him. "Thank you for your support."

  I look behind my father's shoulder, hoping to catch a glimpse of Kari. Instead, I see my mom walking toward us. We step inside and I let her give me a hug.

  "Can I help you in the kitchen? I ask.

  "Of course, dear. Just let me give Brett a hug first." I watch her turn to Brett and my father, the three of them having a quiet conversation as I hang up my coat and purse in hallway.

  Mom returns to me and says, "You okay, sweetie?"

  "Yes. However, I'm curious to see how Kari is doing?"

  "She's upstairs in your bedroom. Maybe you'd like to go there and have a talk with her before you help me in the kitchen?"

  "Mom, you're not upset or angry with me?" I ask.

  Mom tightens her apron strings.

  "Ella, your father and I just want you to be happy. This summer we knew something was passing between you and Brett, but we didn't want to put it out there if you didn't feel the same way. We would watch Brett and you smile, and share glances, the way you're always offering to help one another, and seeming to pair up whenever we were on an excursion--"

  I tried to stop her, wanting her to know that nothing was happening back then.

  "Honey, you don't need to defend anything. No one is judging anyone here. At least your dad and I aren't. We want you to be happy and Brett is a wonderful man. The truth is, you have fought being a college student
since before you ever left home. You've been miserable for months. We hate that for you."

  She pulls me into a hug again and I see the tears in her cheeks.

  "Don't cry, Mom."

  "It's tears of joy, sweetie. All I want for you is to be happy."

  "I am, Mom. I am."

  Walking upstairs to my childhood bedroom, I hesitate at the closed door. I'm not wanting to start a fight with Kari. And as I knock gently on the door, I resolve to let her have the last word.

  I press open the door and see her sprawled out on my bed.

  She looks up at me, shaking her head, wiping her eyes. A pile of tissues surround her and our photo books as teenagers are open on the bed.

  "Going down memory lane?" I ask.

  "Something like that."

  "Can we talk?" I sit on the bed beside her and pick up an album from when we were in high school, going to a football game. Our cheeks written with glitter letters, GO DOGS.

  "We were dorks then, weren't we?" Kari asks.

  "We weren’t dorks. We just had team spirit."

  "And what do we have now?" she asks.

  "One another?" I try.

  Kari sighs, closing the album in her hand.

  "Do you really want to be with my dad?"

  "I want to be happy," I admit. "I want to be in love. I want to be with someone who makes me feel like the best version of myself."

  "Right, and that person just happens to be my father."

  I nod, reaching for her hand. "Kari, I didn't mean..."

  "Yes you did. I'm not going to act like I didn't know this was happening. Or going to happen."

  I raise an eyebrow, shake my head. "You knew I had a thing for your dad?"

  "Ella, you'd come over to my house and take off your panties in the middle of the night and tiptoe down the hall to my father's office. What do you think I thought?"

  "I guess I thought you were asleep."

  Kari falls back on my bed. "Ella, I can't believe this. It's kind of gross. I mean, my dad is so old."

  "You said Javier was thirty."

  "Yeah, but Javier is a fling. And besides my dad is older than Javier. Like a lot older."