“Big private jet, Bastian. You must be making up for something very small.” She laughed at another one of her absurd jokes.
Morina had a whole vibe to her. She was scared of manmade things and money or maybe just didn’t really like them. Yet she was curious enough to walk up the jet stairs with me and talk the pilot’s ear off about how to fly the plane. He smiled at her the whole time as if she had some enamoring quality.
When she saw the flight attendants, I witnessed what made her so likable as she said, “I think you’re absolutely beautiful. Hopefully, he pays you for having to sit here waiting for him while he galivants around Miami.”
Spitfire. She was absolutely okay saying whatever the hell was in her head, barreling headfirst into whatever emotion was on the tip of her tongue, and not thinking about the consequences. It was unique. Around a man like me, most people mulled over their words, practically chewing them up before letting them creep from their mouths.
The flight attendant was one of the women I’d had the pleasure of knowing time and time again. She didn’t hesitate with her answer. “He pays me very well, in more ways than one.”
Morina’s eyebrows rose. “Well, then. Good for you both.”
The flight attendant made her way up to the front where she talked to the pilot. Morina whispered, “So, big plane, hot flight attendant that talks you up. You’re for sure making up for things, I think.” She smirked to herself.
Her insults and the way she doubted me added to my dick’s attraction to her. I’d barely been able to stop from fucking her in the SUV on the way over. This woman with her messy waves and lush curves wasn’t my usual but, damn, I wanted to violate that smirk off her face.
“You want to find out, piccola ragazza?”
“What does that mean?” Her deep blue eyes squinted.
“Little girl.” She was young, but the Italian I didn’t use much anymore had slipped.
“Little?” She giggled as we started taxiing down the runway. “Your flight attendant is small. I’m not. And I highly doubt I’m small compared to the women you normally date.”
“Shorter, that’s for sure.” I assessed her. “And younger, definitely younger.”
Why the fuck had I brought her here? She’d goaded me a little, but something about Miami had me doing stupid shit I never normally did.
I didn’t indulge in women the way I used to. I’d learned my lesson time and time again. They disappointed me like most everything in the world.
And this place was no different. I remembered being here as a child, remembered my father telling me to learn from the dark nights on streets where he exchanged briefcases and deals.
This place was somewhere I’d felt nothing. Been nothing.
Did I need to prove myself to her all of a sudden? To this city?
She scoffed like she wasn’t the least bit swayed. “I think I would have been more impressed if you’d fucked me in the car.”
I didn’t answer her. Instead, I let the flight attendant bring us each a glass of water, and we sat down and buckled in as she went over her normal lines with guests. We could have food made, but this flight was short, and we had to be sure to buckle for landing when the pilot made the announcement.
I looked Morina up and down. Her boots tap-tap-tapped on the carpet of the plane as we flew higher and higher over into the clouds. We would be over water soon but darkness would cloak the view. Not that it mattered. We were both looking at one another and her gaze was daring, like she wasn’t even sure I’d take her there.
“You know fucking in the car is never that comfortable, Morina.”
“And an airplane is comfortable?”
“This one can be. There is a bed in the back.”
“Of course there is. You’re accommodating then? That’s all this is? A business gentleman?”
“I can be.” I mulled over her assessment. “In most things, yes, I’m accommodating. And, let’s be clear, there’s also the possibility that maybe I just wanted someone to see the sunrise with.” It wasn’t exactly true but she didn’t have to know that.
“But you kissed me.”
“I returned your kiss,” I corrected her. “There’s a difference.”
“Are you saying you don’t want to sleep with me?”
“I don’t think any man would say that to you, truthfully.”
“Oh, there have been men who have.” She chuckled to herself. “Which is fine because I’m here for a good time. And I don’t know if you get down and dirty like the rest of us. All signs point to no.”
“Piccola ragazza, I’m dirtier than the rest of you. I was born into it.” I didn’t wait, I closed the gap between us and took her mouth with mine. This time, there was less restraint. I wanted to take something rather than be a part of it.
If she was here for the good time, I would be too.
I needed to let off steam. I bit her lip, sucked it hard and she moaned. I wound her dark hair around my hand where I could fist it tight and pull her head back to gain better access. With a gasp, she opened her mouth further like she was ready for the unhinged side of me.
But I wasn’t.
I pulled her away, my breaths heavy. Something was unraveling after being here today, and I needed to get a grip on it.
Yet, Morina searched my face before she smirked. “Welp, I’m not sure you’ll live up to the daddy expectation I have of you now after calling me little girl. That kiss was mediocre at best.”
I hummed and the air shifted between us. Most women would have praised me, worshiped me. This one wanted something more raw and she was digging for it.
“Get on your knees, love,” the words slid like silk from my mouth. “I’ll show you how much of an expectation you’re about to take.”
She licked her plump lips and it acted like a beacon for my dick. Something about her screamed pure and innocent, while another part of her purred that she was a sex kitten waiting to be petted.
Her hands went to my trousers and I unbuckled her belt as I devoured her mouth. It was nice and full, full enough to wrap around my cock.
When she gripped my dick and gasped, I pulled back and flexed it in her hands. I almost lost myself to her right then. Something about that mouth open, making sounds for me pushed all the right buttons. “Knees, ragazza.”
She stammered, but her hands slid from my pants and she slowly kneeled, obeying just like I wanted her to.
Her jaw dropped when I took out my cock for her to see.
I brushed a finger down her cheek. “Open wider, love. Let’s see if you can take it all like a good girl, huh?”
She did as she was told with a glint in her sapphire blue eyes and slid my dick right where it wanted to go.
When her lips closed around me, I gripped her hair, trying to pace her and myself. But damn, it wasn’t easy, not when she was so warm and wet around me. “Shit, I knew this mouth was fuckable.”
She looked up at me, her dark blue eyes suddenly so innocent that it almost made me cum right down her throat.
I needed her to remember this was just a fuck, not us connecting or anything like that. “Come on, pretty girl, let’s see how good you are.” My voice was ragged as I flexed in her mouth. “Handle me better than my flight attendant huh?”
Fire sparked in her eyes, and I thought I might have pushed too far, lost her, but then she took her time taking me fully down her throat. Her tongue lapped at the bottom of my dick as she dragged me back out. This time I moaned a fuck and pulled back before she could continue.
“Get up,” I commanded, and she did just that with a triumphant smile on her face. “Lose the shirt.”
She raised it over her head, and I was struck still by the sight of her in just a bra. I knew she had great tits, but these were full and real and begging for me to hold them. A small tattoo stood out against the tanned skin of her shoulder and every part of her appeared delicate against the black ink.
The red lace of her bra strained to hold all of her in, and the vivid color told me she’d known exactly what she’d been getting herself into tonight.
I smiled with that knowledge.
“You want me to fuck you in that seat or go back to the bed?”
She shrugged, but her eyes were still on my cock.
“Want another taste before I have you, Morina?”
