by Teagan Kade
It’s bright outside. I squint past Gabe trying to work out where the hell we are.
It doesn’t take me long.
“An airfield?” I read a sign on the hanger. “Skydiving?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Is this Jason’s place?”
On cue Jason comes running out from the hanger. He’s excited to see us. “My people!”
He embraces Gabe first before stepping up to help me out of the four-wheel-drive.
I know I said I wanted to go skydiving one day, but ‘one day’ was the key component of that phrase. My legs are already turning to Jell-o looking at the tin can of a plane parked in the hanger.
Jason sees me staring. “Yep, that’s my girl. Her name’s Jennifer.”
“Jennifer?” I question.
“You know,” says Jason, “like J. Lo.”
“You named your plane after a pop star?”
He spans his hands apart. “She’s got a nice ass.”
“I see,” I reply, flicking a look of concern Gabe’s way, but he’s clearly enjoying himself.
“Come on,” says Jason, leading us towards the hanger. “The conditions are perfect to kiss the sky today.”
Gabe takes my hand and squeezes as we walk. “You okay with this? You can back out if you want.”
Given that offer a week ago, I might have, but a lot can happen in a week. I’m not about to go Casper the cowardly ghost on Gabe now.
You’re a strong, badass woman.
Even said in my head it sounds ridiculous.
How hard can it be? You fly up, you jump out. Easy.
Yeah, real easy.
Gabe gives my butt a short squeeze. “The adrenaline rush is incredible, at least the first time.”
“It seems I’m checking off a lot of firsts lately.”
“You’ll be strapped to me if it’s any consolation, which should be interesting.”
“Why’s that?” I ask.
He leans in and whispers into my ear. “One, I don’t usually do tandem, and two, because I’ve never jumped with a hard-on before.”
I push him away. “You’re cheeky. You know that?”
He puts his hands up in surrender. “Can you blame a guy for being horny when he’s got eye candy like you around all day?”
I roll my eyes. “And how many times have you used that line?”
He laughs again. “Like you said, I’m checking off a lot of firsts lately.”
Jason spins and shouts back to us. “Hey, less chit-chat, you two. We’ve got work to do.”
Gabe salutes him back. “Yes, sir.”
*
All this time and it seems I’ve developed quite a few misconceptions about skydiving. I thought you rocked up, were bundled into a plane, and bam, all done, but the reality is rather different. Jason carefully runs me through the safety procedures, the position to take in the air, what to do in an emergency…
It’s old news to Gabe, of course, but he’s enjoying see me go through it all the same, especially the part where I’m strapped up in what for all intents and purposes looks like a sex swing.
Jason moves around me as I dangle in the air. “Yes, that’s right, arms up just like that. A little higher… higher… Yes.”
Gabe’s smirking as I try to keep my balance. “You look adorable, by the way.”
I nod to his black and blue jumpsuit. “You look like an overgrown baby wondering where his big boy pants have gone.”
Jason jumps back stunned. “Whoa! I haven’t witnessed a burn like that since we lit up downtown Mosul.” He turns to Gabe, who’s got a smile so big on his face it’s a wonder it doesn’t rip his cheeks apart. “That’s your girl, huh?”
“That’s my girl,” Gabe replies.
Unharnessed off the sex swing-slash-human pendulum, we head out to the plane. “How, uh, old is Jennifer?” I ask, a butterfly farm of nerves stirred to unrest in my belly.
I feel even more ridiculous in these googles. The pink onesie I’m wearing ain’t much better, but I note Gabe’s eyes wandering, taking me in. I feel a bit more comfortable after that.
We stop by the plane door. Jason stands there addressing us. “As I mentioned, Gabe will be your jumpmaster today, Shannon. Once you’re inside we’ll get you two nice and cozy while I head up to the drop zone.”
The only thing about to drop right now is my stomach.
Gabe has the parachute on his back, still grinning like an idiot.
Inside, harnessed up to Gabe, I give a sharp jerk when the engines start.
“You’ll be fine,” says Gabe, raising his voice to be heard over the ruckus.
It only takes us fifteen minutes to reach the right altitude, but it seems like fifteen hours. The higher we get, the more I’m freaking out.
“Enjoying the ride?” Jason yells back from the cockpit. Yes, it’s that close.
I can only nod in affirmation.
What appears to be a traffic light on the side of the plane’s interior shifts from red to green, an alarm sounding.
Lord, help me.
Gabe starts to waddle us towards the door, sliding it open. Cool air rushes in, nothing but the big blue beyond outside.
I tense up. Oh, hell no.
But it’s too late.
Gabe helps me cross my limp arms over my chest, lifting my feet until I’m literally hanging from him, my head back against his shoulder as instructed. I’m a rag doll, completely under his control.
When he leans out of the doorway and I can see farm fields below, I almost pass out right there on the spot.
I summon my voice to speak, but it snaps shut when Gabe flips—yes, flips—us out of the plane.
The world spins, air rushing past my ears, the goggles pressed hard to my face as Gabe corrects and gets us into position.
We’re freefalling, hurtling through the sky, but it doesn’t feel like falling at all. It’s completely different to what I expected.
We spin slightly and I see Jennifer disappearing above us.
We’re not falling, I realize. We’re flying.
Jason told me freefall itself would last less than sixty seconds. Gabe taps me on the shoulder to indicate touch-down position.
The parachute deploys and we’re snapped to a stop, falling and lifting at the same time. I have the world’s biggest wedgie. I’m surprised I haven’t been cut in two as we drift downwards, spiraling towards a golden field below.
Gabe reaches down to loosen the two links at my hips. Instant comfort follows. “Here,” he says, “hold these,” handing me the parachute toggles. “You’re driving.”
The ride down under canopy takes a lot longer than the fall itself. It’s peaceful, but the ground seems to be coming up awfully fast.
“Knees up to your chest,” Gabe commands. “Now.”
The ground rushes up. Gabe’s feet hit the ground first. He staggers forward. “Stand up.”
My feet find the earth.
Gabe disconnects me and the parachute, the latter laid flat on the long grass behind us. “Perfect landing.”
I look around, stunned.
He helps me out of my harness before stepping out of his own and stretching. “Well, how does it feel?”
I nod, still a touch breathless. “Incredible.”
“Better than this?”
Gabe takes me in his arms and kisses me deep. We spin, my ankle caught up in the harness until I stagger back and fall onto the splayed parachute, laughing.
Gabe lies down beside me on the silk, taking off my helmet and lifting my googles away. “That’s better.”
The midday sun is beating down on us, the fabric of the parachute warm below.
He leans forward to kiss me again, his fingers coming up to pull on the zipper at the front of my jumpsuit.
“What are you doing?”
“Ssshhh,” he replies, the zipper dropping.
He shifts himself until he’s between my legs, lifting me up to peel my jumpsuit away from the shoulders down.
“He still has to land the plane, and I made sure we got lost a little on the way down.”
Gabe slips off my shoes, tugging the jumpsuit from my ankles until I’m left in nothing but my tank top and panties.
“Gabe…”
He’s smiling hard again kneeling there, hands reaching for the waistband of my panties and pulling until they release from my crotch. He drags them slowly up my legs and hooks them off my feet, my legs dropping back against the silk of the parachute.
He discards my panties and places his hands on my knees, spreading my legs apart. “And now for a dive of a different kind.”
“Ga—” but I don’t get the full protest out, my hands falling on his head as his lips make contact with my pussy.
I relax, my head dropping and back arching off the ground as he licks in a long stroke from the slack opening of my pussy right up to my clit, softly flicking it with the very tip of his tongue.
I moan out, looking up into glowing eyelids as he pleasures me.
He mews and growls against my skin, hands shifting to the creamy underside of my thighs as his tongue spears deep into my pussy, into the hot compression of my slickness.
My mouth opens to take in more air, my fingers raking through his hair. My ass lifts off the ground, grinding against him as he gently sucks on my clit, pulling it in between his lips and letting it slip away, teasing and lashing it until I’m soaking wet.
My pussy starts to pulse against his face, the stubble on his chin rasping against the sensitive skin there. He nuzzles deeper and purrs, clearly enjoying himself.
I smell grass and open air, my own arousal.
My nipples have turned to tight arrowheads under my tank top. I can feel them pointing to the sky—the sky we have just fallen from.
“Gabe,” I moan.
He slips a finger inside me, running it deep while his tongue continues to lash my clit rhythmically above, the constant stirring motion of it bringing me close to climax.
Anyone could stumble upon us out here in this field. It could be private land for all I know, but these thoughts muddle as another finger joins the first, a third sliding up between my ass cheeks to settle against my anus.
I stiffen.
I’ve never had anyone touch me there, never touched myself there, and the taboo, naughty spell of it instantly sends me freefalling into orgasm.
I grunt in release, holding his head tight against my crotch, my fingers digging into his scalp, suffocating him in my sex.
The two fingers inside me curl upwards, the finger below slipping past the tight ring of muscle there. Another orgasm stacks on the first, the pleasure doubled until I’m near blindness—unable to speak, to move, caught in this web of pleasure until finally it all comes crashing down and I go as limp as the grass that sways around us.
I’m still jerking, shaking in the afterglow of my orgasm when Gabe pulls himself away, kneeling to admire his handiwork.
Slowly, I bring myself onto my elbows as consciousness returns. My hair is damp, stuck to my head. “Wow. That was…” I don’t have the words.
“Wait until I take you in the ass.”
A flutter of excitement runs through me at the taboo prospect. “I feel like I should return the favor.”
Gabe shakes his head, licking his lips. “No need. Jason will be here soon enough, and I don’t exactly want him to find us in a compromising position.”
“Alright.” I nod, hunting for my panties on the ground. “You win this round, jumpmaster, but I will return the favor, and when you least expect it.”
He picks up my jumpsuit and passes it to me. “Can’t wait.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
GABE
I’ve been at the hospital for a couple of hours now, slowly watching Matt fall asleep beside me. Mom only woke for a few minutes. I’ve spent the rest of the time thinking about Shannon, about what we got up to out in that field. She continues to surprise me.
Matt yawns and stretches his arms.
“Welcome back,” I tell him.
He yawns again into his fist.
“How long have you been here?” I ask.
He checks his watch. “Twelve, maybe thirteen hours?”
He should get home, but he’s in no condition to drive. He’d end up running through a fucking billboard.
Matt’s apartment is a decent drive from here, too far for him in this state.
I take out my keys and stand. “Come on. Let me take you to my place. You can rest up there for a while. I’ll drive right back to sit with her.”
He doesn’t even fight, standing and nodding.
I get a message from Shannon walking down to the four-wheel-drive.
‘Where R U?’ she texts.
‘Heading to my place,’ I send back.
‘OK,’ she replies, followed by a kiss emoji.
Matt stretches himself across the rear seat, fast asleep before we’ve made it out of the parking lot. “Don’t you drool all over my upholstery now,” I tell him, speaking into the rear-view.
I pull into the lot around the back of my complex. It’s late, the lighting dim.
I’m about to turn around and wake Matt up when someone taps against the passenger-side window.
I push the door open, Shannon swinging in and pulling the door closed. She has a wild, reckless look on her face. “Hi,” she says.
“Hi. You scared me half to death there.”
She moves across the center console, straddling my lap. I realize she’s not wearing panties. “What’s this?” I query.
“Payback.”
She sees Matt sleeping on the back seat and gives a little start.
“Yeah,” I laugh, “we’ve got company.”
She shrugs and kisses me, her warm, wet tongue pressing between my lips. “I don’t care,” she says. “I’m doing this, and I’m doing it right here, right now.”
The hell?
I’m confused but definitely curious to see where she’s going with this.
She smells amazing, fruity and floral. Her pussy’s hot against the crotch of my pants.
For a moment she’s just looking at me, hands behind my neck.
I glance up into the rear-view, but Matt’s still soundly asleep in the back. I know from experience it will take nothing short of a force of nature to wake him.
Something has changed. The regular Shannon is gone. This is some new kind of sex kitten I haven’t been introduced to yet. It’s almost as if this is an experiment, something she has decided to do on a whim. Nothing’s going to stop her seeing it through.
She begins to rub the butt of her palm against my crotch. My mouth moves to speak, she silences it with a finger.
She nuzzles into my neck and licks a slippery trail to the back of my ear. There her ragged breath blows hot against it.
“How’s that?” she purrs.
“It’s good.”
I moan and reach for her, but she pins my hands down by my side. She’s stronger than I realized.
“No,” she whispers, “let me do the work.”
She sucks my earlobe into her mouth and moans, the vibrations humming through my skull. She leans closer into me, her nipples hard, pressing into my bicep.
It takes all my power not to move my arms, to wrestle and wrangle her into submission, fill her face with my cock.
She leaves a hot memory on my ear, slipping away to kneel in the tight space of the passenger foot-well.
I turn sideways to face her.
She leans over into my crotch.
Who is this person?
She reaches up to tug down my trousers, pulling and reefing until they’re down past my knees. Her nails bite into the top of my thighs, multiple trails opening up on my skin in her haste.
Holy shit.
I look around. Surely someone is seeing this, but the parking lot is empty.
She works my cock out of my briefs and slides my underwear do
wn to meet my trousers, hand on the root of my cock lightly pumping up and down. She strokes my cock, laughing.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Nothing. It’s just… I feel ridiculous.”
“It’s not. You’re doing fine.”
“It’s just so damn big.”
I don’t want her to stop. I need to give her all the encouragement as she needs. “Keep going.”
She takes another nervous glance back at Matt.
“Don’t worry about him. He’s not waking up unless someone drops an A-bomb on us.”
Whatever words were coming to my mouth are soon lost as she brings her mouth over the head of my cock.
I relax back into the seat, tension slipping away while her tongue swirls around the head of my member, pausing to press against my glans. While she blows me her hand works up and down roughly, drawing me into her. Her free hand presses against my thigh, leveraging off it to help her build rhythm.
I don’t know if she’s given a blowjob before, but if she hasn’t this is even more incredible.
I reach up and place my hand on the back of her head, really drive my cock deep, but she swats it away.
Her eyes flick up to me. They glint against the lighting outside, such a strong blue I can imagine small islands floating within them. Beaches, summer—everything dreams are made of.
I am spellbound by her, the way she watches me as her lips roll over my organ, the powerful sucking action that follows. I tilt my hips and push further into her mouth. She lets her lips rise just enough so her teeth graze across the top of my shaft. Normally this would spell disaster, amateur hour at best, but the way she does it sends a burning shot of arousal right to the tender tip of my cock.
God, I want to touch her so badly. I want to take her hair and bend her over the dash. I want to bury myself so deep inside her she screams. I want to growl and bite her pale skin. I want to leave my mark.
There’s stirring from the back seat, Matt shifting and his chops slobbering together still deep in sleep.
Shannon pumps me harder, pulling me forward by my cock and then using a hand to press me hard back into my seat. She has all the control.
She lets my cock pop out glistening from her mouth and pumps me over her cheek, eyes turned sideways, watching me. She doesn’t smile. She’s doesn’t laugh. She’s dead serious. For all intents and purposes she could be making a milkshake—business as usual.
