Standby (Open Skies Book 4)

by Becca Jameson

  “Not worth the risk. Two disgruntled flight attendants who got their little feelings hurt because the sexy, unblemished senior captain didn’t return their affections. What were they thinking would happen when they flaunted themselves at him and tried to seduce him?” She said all this in a high-pitched, condescending voice.

  He winced.

  “You realize this wouldn’t change even if there were twenty of us. We don’t live in a world that is kind to the woman in an abuse situation.”

  He sighed and ran a hand down his face. She was right, but he didn’t like it.

  “Anyway, you said you had news too.”

  He nodded. “Yeah. You ready for this?”

  She lifted her brows.

  “He’s married.”

  She nearly dropped her glass as she leaned forward, eyes bugged out. “No.”

  He nodded. “Yes. He doesn’t talk about it at work. I don’t think anyone knows. Except maybe HR. Two kids too. All are on his insurance. It took some digging to find this out. Previously, I had only discovered a divorce twenty years ago.”

  Shayla leaned back. “Now I feel even stupider.”

  “Don’t do that. How could you have known?”

  She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment. “My God. No wonder he doesn’t take anyone out or even call when we’re in town. He did the same thing to Heather. Fucked her several times in a hotel on an overnight and ignored her when they were in town.”

  “Makes more sense now.” Jake sighed. “I have no idea what to do with that information, but it could come in handy at some point.”

  Shayla sipped her wine, her gaze on a random spot across the room.

  Jake let her sit in silence for a while, knowing she was processing. He felt bad for her. She didn’t ask for any of this. She’d been duped.

  On top of that, the front of her negligee had dipped lower on her chest when she’d leaned forward. He could see the upper swell of her breasts. The perfect handful. He wanted to pull the damn lace down farther, get a better view of the nipples she liked to tease him with frequently behind thin tank tops and T-shirts.

  He adjusted his cock again, not thinking she was looking this time. But she lowered her gaze, a slow smile forming. “How’s the erection?”

  He groaned, his gaze locked on her body. “You do not play fair.”

  “And let me remind you, I said I would not. I love that you’re hard for me. It makes me feel sexy.”

  He suddenly had a devious idea. He leaned forward, hand outstretched. “Give me your glass, sweetheart.”

  She held it out, careful not to let him touch her when he took it. Her brows were drawn together.

  He set her wine and his beer on the coffee table and turned his body to face her where she sat in the corner of the sofa. “Let’s play.”

  She lifted a brow. “Let me remind you that you’ll lose and end up tied to your bed while I have my way with you if you touch me.”

  He laughed as a shudder wracked his body. “Shayla, that is never going to happen, so you might want to wipe your mind of the vision.”

  She shrugged. “We’ll see.”

  He chuckled again. “We will not. Now… I think I’d like a show.”

  “A show?”

  “Yep. I bet you’re pretty horny since you keep trying to tempt me. Let’s fix that.”

  “What did you have in mind?” For the first time, her façade slipped just a bit. Enough to tell him she was largely bluffing. That was okay.

  “How about you start by removing that thong and tossing it to me.”

  She swallowed. Her cheeks heated too. Gorgeous.

  She only balked for a moment though before untangling her legs, setting her heels on the sofa in front of her, facing him, and lifted her butt to pull her thong over her hips.

  She took her time sliding it down her legs as if she were performing. Even better. He loved that she was getting into this.

  When the lace was free of her feet, she tossed it dramatically toward him like a stripper.

  He grinned and pulled the damp thong toward his nose, inhaling her scent. It was difficult to stifle a groan.

  Keeping the sexy lace in his hand, he returned his gaze to her. “Spread your legs open, sweetheart. Let me see how wet you are.”

  She bit into her bottom lip and leaned back, hiking the negligee up to her belly before parting her thighs as wide as she could.

  He sucked in a breath at the sight of her pussy. Totally shaved bare. Her folds were wet and swollen. This was going to be brutal. He fisted her thong just to ground himself. “Part your lips, sweetheart. Show me more.”

  She slid her hands down her inner thighs, totally giving him a show. When her fingers reached her pussy, she slowly pulled her lips apart and then dragged a finger through the slit.

  “I didn’t say you could touch yourself yet, Shayla. There are rules here.”

  Her breath hitched, and he was pretty certain she started trembling. So fucking hot.

  He wanted to lean forward, crawl between her legs, and drag his tongue through her folds, but he wouldn’t. He was going to win this game, and when he did, he was going to tie this sexy imp to his bed and feast on her like a starving man.

  “Since you got ahead of me and dampened your finger in that sweet pussy, I want you to suck it and tell me how you taste.”

  She slid her hand seductively up her body and popped her pointer into her mouth, moaning as she hollowed her cheeks and then released her finger with a pop.

  Damn.

  “Good?”

  She nodded. “Salty and sweet.”

  “I bet. Do it again. This time push two fingers up inside that tight pussy and gather more of your arousal.”

  She dragged her fingers down between her amazing tits and then her belly before easing them between her parted thighs and slowly pushing two of them deep inside her.

  Her head tipped back, and she moaned loud enough to make his cock jump in protest. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen anything this sexy. “That’s enough, sweetheart. Suck them clean now.”

  She pulled them out, but her legs were shaking as she brought her fingers to her mouth and drew them both in deep.

  He watched as she swirled her tongue around them, making sure she cleaned them completely of her essence.

  Fuck me.

  “Gorgeous.” His voice was gravelly. “Now, push that negligee up over your tits, sweetheart. I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing them directly yet.”

  She flattened both palms on her belly, arched her chest forward, and eased the lace slowly up her torso, pausing at the bottom swell of her breasts until she finally revealed them.

  He sucked in a sharp breath. She was so fucking sexy. Every inch of her. Her areolas were small dark disks, her nipples hard little nubs.

  Again, he wanted to suckle them. Mold his hand to one and suck the other deep into his mouth. Would she moan? He knew she would.

  “Take off the negligee, Shayla. Pull it over your head and toss it to the floor so it doesn’t get in your way.”

  She eased it over her head, and he watched as her long silky hair slid through the lace before it was completely free. When she dropped it to the floor, she was left gloriously naked in front of him.

  “You know…” she said in a sulky voice. “This isn’t really fair or even. How about if you remove your clothes too.”

  “Mmm. Maybe. Not yet.” He would do that for her, but if he did it right now, he would come before he had a chance to watch her.

  She pouted.

  He smirked. “Stick that pillow you’re leaning against under your back so you can lie back and relax.”

  She slid the pillow lower, forcing her chest to arch a bit more when she leaned her head against the arm of the couch.

  “Legs open. Wide, sweetheart. I want to watch your pussy while you play with your tits.”

  She parted her thighs once more, giving him exactly what he wanted.

  “Now, cup your breasts. Squeeze them. F
ondle them. Don’t touch your nipples until I say so.”

  She licked her lips and then leaned her head back and cupped her tits in both hands, molding her fingers to the little mounds, lifting them and squeezing them gently.

  “So sexy…” His words were hoarse. More like a breath. “Thumb your nipples for me now. Flick them over the tips.”

  She whimpered as her thumbs slid over the sensitive buds.

  “That’s a girl. Pinch them for me. Pull them away from your body.”

  She pinched them between her thumbs and pointers, the tips growing larger and stiffer as she worked them.

  “Pinch harder. Give a little twist.”

  She cried out, arching her chest as she followed his instructions. Absolutely nothing more gorgeous existed on the planet.

  “Do you like that, sweetheart? Do you like having your nipples played with?”

  She nodded.

  “I bet you’d love it if I suckled them and let my teeth nip the tight buds.”

  She groaned, her head listing to one side. When she dug her heels in and lifted her sweet ass off the couch, he was pretty sure he groaned too.

  “Keep one hand on your breast playing with your nipple, and lower the other to your pussy.”

  She did as he told her without hesitation. So precious.

  “Slide a finger through your folds and then circle your clit.”

  She was shaking as she did his bidding, her other hand pinching her nipple hard. Apparently, she liked a bit of pain because she didn’t release the offended tip for several seconds, and when she did, she gasped.

  “Pull the hood back on your clit. Flatten your hand on your pelvis above your pussy so I can see the little nub.”

  She bit into her lip as she moved her hand up to follow his directions. Her other hand was frozen in a grip around her breast. The moment she pulled the hood back to reveal the dark pink swollen nub, Jake stopped breathing. This was almost more than he could stand. He’d bitten off more than he could chew for sure.

  “So pretty. Your pussy is glistening with need. Show me how you like to be touched. Rub your clit the way you do when you’re alone. I bet you don’t need that vibrator you so noisily teased me with the other night, do you?”

  She shook her head. “It’s just faster,” she whispered.

  “Well, we aren’t going for speed tonight. I want you to make yourself come while I watch. Have you ever masturbated for someone before, sweetheart?”

  “No. God, no. Never. I can’t believe I’m doing so now.”

  He smiled. “I like that. I probably shouldn’t have asked, but I like knowing I’m the first to watch you come from your own hands.” He set his palm on his cock and gave it a squeeze, willing himself not to come in his pants.

  She slid her hand lower, hesitantly.

  “Use both hands if you want. You’re free to play however you need. I’ll stop talking. I’m just going to watch you bring yourself to orgasm. Pretend I’m not here if you want.”

  She moaned at that last statement as if he were out of his mind thinking she could forget him. But she surprised him by not hesitating.

  The first thing she did was bring both hands to her breasts and squeezed them, arching yet again, thumbing her nipples rapidly until she was panting and her butt lifted off the couch again.

  He couldn’t even blink as he watched her come undone. She obviously enjoyed nipple play. He would remember that.

  Eventually, she released her small globes to slide her hands down her body. She pulled her pussy lips open, exposing the inner wetness to the air. She gasped as if this gave her great pleasure.

  Her eyes were closed, so he imagined she was visualizing something that made her hornier by the moment. After sliding two fingers slowly inside her pussy, she drew them back out and scissored them around her clit, bouncing a little to let her clit ride through the gap.

  Jesus.

  He had for sure gotten in over his head with this plan. It was taking every ounce of willpower he had to keep from leaping on her.

  She continued to work her clit, circling it and flicking it and then pinching it. She groaned and her entire body stiffened when she pinched that little bud hard for several seconds, and then, as if she were suddenly in a hurry, she thrust two fingers from her other hand up inside her pussy while she worked her clit rapidly with her other hand.

  She didn’t remove the fingers from her channel but angled them so that her palm was up, making him suspect she was stroking her G-spot from inside.

  Her heels dug into the cushion, her body stiffening. Her mouth fell open and her head tipped back farther. For long moments, she held her breath while she worked her clit harder and faster, and then she suddenly flattened her fingers against her clit and pressed firmly as she cried out.

  The sound was so fucking gorgeous, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her while she moaned loudly around the release, her body pulsing over and over again until she finally dropped her butt back on the sofa, slid her hands free, and let her body melt against the cushions.

  Her legs remained parted as if she didn’t have the energy to close them or simply didn’t care. Her hands lay limp on her inner thighs. And every few moments she flinched, an aftershock from the orgasm that made Jake bite the inside of his mouth to keep from moaning.

  When she let out a long sigh, a smile on her lips, he rose over her, set a hand on the back of the couch to avoid touching her, and met her gaze. “Fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, sweetheart. Hands down. I can’t wait for Saturday.”

  She smiled wider. “The only thing I care about right now is you returning the favor.”

  “My pleasure.”

  Chapter 11

  Shayla was completely sated and limp, but she didn’t need any energy to watch Jake masturbate. She didn’t bother putting her clothes back on either. She lounged naked in the corner of the couch and licked her lips. “That erection has to hurt by now. I think it’s time you stripped so I can see your amazing body.”

  He smirked, but he also drew his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. Holding her gaze, he stood, unbuttoned his jeans, lowered the zipper, and shrugged out of them.

  “Commando. Nice.” It was hard to keep her voice even as she tried hard to pretend she was unaffected. She wasn’t fooling him, but it was fun.

  He dropped back down onto the couch and leaned back, his cock bobbing fully erect and glorious.

  She stared at it unabashed. “Impressive.”

  He chuckled. “You are extremely naughty, and I won’t forget it.”

  She flushed as she let her gaze roam up to his face. “Counting on it.”

  He groaned as he fisted his cock and slid his hand up and down the shaft. Precome already leaked from the tip. Not surprising considering how long he’d probably been aroused.

  “Run your finger through the tip,” she demanded.

  He narrowed his gaze. “Sweetheart, I’m going to masturbate for you for two reasons. One, because it’s only fair after the show you just gave me. And two, because I’m so fucking turned on right now that it’s either give myself a hand job in front of you or do it in another room. Leaving my dick blue isn’t in the cards right now.”

  She grinned. “But?”

  “But I’m not taking further orders from you, imp. Close your mouth and enjoy the show.”

  Shayla wiggled her eyebrows at him and pursed her lips. She hadn’t figured he would heed her demands, but it was worth a try.

  My God, he was gorgeous. She had never in her life watched a man masturbate. She’d visualized it, but seeing it in person was a different story.

  Fucking hot is what it was. His head tipped back and he arched his back slightly as he drew his hand up and down his shaft. She took mental notes about how he liked to be handled. She was certain he had while watching her too.

  His free hand was on his thigh, but he slowly curled his fingers slightly, digging them into his muscle absently. It was hot as hell.

  She was
aroused all over again as if she hadn’t just had her own orgasm. She had to squeeze her thighs together to keep from touching herself a second time. It wasn’t her turn. It was her turn to watch.

  “Jake…” she murmured, wanting him to look at her.

  He lowered his face and opened his eyes, meeting her gaze instantly. He held it, rarely blinking, as he pumped his cock faster. He was breathing heavily.

  She let her gaze drift down to watch him several times, but every time she looked back up, he was still staring at her. Not her boobs. Her. Her face. It made her squirm. She felt like she was part of this. Like he connected her to him somehow with that intense stare. He fully knew who he was with and who he was performing for.

  She licked her lips. This was so much more than she expected. A bond was forming between them as if they were actually fucking instead of just watching each other. She didn’t feel a hint of embarrassment sitting across from him naked. Something about him made her feel at ease. Sexy. Worshipped.

  She forced herself not to squirm at the intensity. Was this just sex? Or something more? She couldn’t grasp what something more looked like.

  She recognized the signs that he was about to come when his breathing picked up and he gritted his teeth, but he continued to hold her gaze even when he lifted his hips up, sucked in a breath, and came. His come shot out against his chest and ran down his belly.

  The urge to lean forward and lick his pecs was strong, but she couldn’t touch him. She had no choice but to stay right where she was and try to breathe as his chest expanded over and over from the exertion.

  Finally, he let his eyes slide shut and tipped his head back, resting his neck on the arm of the sectional.

  Shayla rose slowly, padded to the bathroom, and found a washcloth. After running it under hot water and then wringing it out, she returned to the living room and handed it to him. “Here.”

  He took his with a satisfied smile and a limp hand. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

  “Any time.” She picked up her discarded negligee and thong and blew him a kiss. “I think I’ll go put more clothes on.”

  “I like that idea,” he teased. “Though this was an unexpected treat too.”