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Carlisle/Esme
Her hand brushes against my ass, forcing
me to grip the overhead compartment. It’s all I can do to keep from coming on
the spot. For three days, I’ve thought of nothing but being back on this plane
with the intoxicating stewardess named Esme. I just sat in my hotel room,
envisioning her hands running over my smooth cock, melting me like butter.
“Can I be of any assistance, Doctor Cullen?” she asks.
Fuck yes, you can be of
assistance.
“I can manage, thank
you.”
She steps back and my cock instantly
twitches in protest. I don’t dare turn around, afraid she will see what I’m
desperately trying to hide. I keep my hands focused on the overhead
compartment*just rooting through my bag for something I don’t
need*to keep myself from rubbing the growing desire between my
thighs. Thank God this is a private charter, and there’s no one else to
witness my struggle.
“As you wish,” she replies, a slight
trace of annoyance in her voice.
God she’s sexy when she talks like
that. It makes me crave her even more. Having Esme assigned to my flight is
the only thing that makes the constant travel worthwhile. It’s just that,
Jesus fuck, how am I going to cope with this arousal when she’s so close?
It’s not like I can sneak off to the bathroom unnoticed.
I shut the
compartment and scramble back into the seat before she can see me, wincing
slightly as my hardness brushes against the stretched fabric of my pants.
I can’t stop myself from doing it; it’s
automatic whenever I think of Esme. My eyes close, and I reach down to stroke
myself through the thin layer of clothing. A soft moan leaves my lips,
serenading me with the sound of my own satisfaction. I need to explore the urges
I’ve been pushing aside since boarding the plane.
I picture Esme in her tight, cropped
skirt, luscious thighs barely peeking out from under the blue ensemble. Next are
her breasts, always so tempting and inviting. I see myself buried in her beauty,
her walls crashing down around my member as she rides out her pleasure. All
these things force my hand to move faster across my visible erection, kneading
the flesh as if it were a lump of dough to be sculpted into a confectionary
masterpiece.
My cock begs for release with each vision, throbbing for a
taste of the stewardess. I stop caring about the sounds slipping from my mouth.
I let them run freely with no though of consequence. It feels too good to stop
now. All I want is to relieve this tension, to rid my body of the arousal.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Esme gasps, breaking
my concentration completely.
My eyes snap open and I come back to
reality, all thoughts replaced by an overwhelming sense of embarrassment. I have
no words to explain my actions. I can only stare at the blush in her cheeks.
Green eyes survey me with a wary expression*something
that shouts “Oh my God what is he doing?” But I can’t avert my gaze from the
scarlet spreading across her face.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
Everything from the caramel hair that spills across her shoulders to the tightly
nestled pair of breasts pushed up over her blouse just screams “Take me
Carlisle!” And I want to take her. I need her wrapped around me so badly that I
can’t think of anything proper to say. All I can think about are those breasts,
those lips, and that slender body of hers pressing against mine.
“I can
leave you be, if you’d like,” she says. For a moment, I see a glimpse of lust
in her eyes, but I can’t trust myself to make that assumption*not with my
own libido in overdrive.
She turns to walk away. “No!” I shout,
scrambling to get to my feet and failing miserably as my erection shrieks in
complete agony. “Please…”
“Hmm, maybe you’re in need of
assistance after all.”
A blank stare is all I can offer before she’s
leaning over me, straddling my lap like one might mount a horse. My mind spins
in so many directions that nothing seems real; I can’t believe she’s on top of
me, reaching into my pants in search of my swollen length.
Her lips
crash into mine with a blinding force, propelling my fingers to dance through
her hair, tugging on the caramel tresses as if they were mine to command. With
every gentle pull, an urgent moan travels between our tongues, igniting spasms
of pleasure between my thighs.
“God, you’re so hard,” she breathes
into my mouth. “So hard for me…”
“Only for you…I need you, Esme.”
And then I lose it*I’m tearing
at her shirt, just needing to feel her tender breasts in my hands, my mouth. Her
blouse comes loose and I bury myself between her supple mounds, my tongue
darting over her peaked nipples, unable to get enough. She groans and tosses her
head back in delight.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” she
purrs.
Ravenous hands grip my shirt and tear away the first few
buttons, then her tongue slithers a pattern down my chest. I drive my fingertips
into the soft flesh of her thighs, working my way under her skirt. A gasp of
pleasure escapes me as my fingers meet her wetness where to my surprise, no
barrier prevents me from meeting my mark. Suddenly, my pants are at my ankles,
and she’s going down on me at 35,000 feet.
“Don’t stop…please,
don’t stop,” I moan. My hands slide into her hair once again, holding her
between my thighs.
She devours my cock entirely, and I
scream out in ecstasy as she begins sucking and fondling my fully erect shaft.
Her lips feel like satin against my skin, making me want to come in her warm
mouth like I have never come before.
“Fuck me, Doctor Cullen,” she
grunts. “Now.”
The vibration of her voice runs through my length
like a bolt of electricity. Immediately, I hoist her into my lap, position
myself at her entrance, and slowly I glide my cock inside.
Oh, fuck
me, she’s tight…
Gripping her ass firmly, I thrust upwards in
quick, savage bursts. To hell with the pilots, they might even learn a thing or
two if they care to investigate. All I want is to come inside of this woman, to
have her use me to fulfill her carnal desires.
“Right there…right
there,” she moans, exposing her ample, pink breasts.
I don’t hesitate. My tongue instantly
flicks across her breast, savoring the warm flesh*sucking,
biting, and teasing her nipples.
“Come for me,” she
pants.
Tightening my hold on her succulent ass, I quicken the pace.
Suddenly, her walls squeeze around my cock and I’m done for. The orgasm bursts
from every part of me, exploding from my hard length like a bullet from a gun.
My teeth clamp down on her neck to muffle the cries of ecstasy, but Esme doesn’t
hold back.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!”
A wave of euphoria washes over me as
her orgasm rushes to the surface; a tiny fluttering sensation at first, then
flourishing into a pulsating throb that overtakes us both. Sticky, sweet fluid
dribbles down her thighs*dear God it feels good*and Esme
collapses against me, panting hard.
“Welcome to the mile high club, Doctor
Cullen.”
My lips curve upward. “I had no idea that was part of your job
description.”
“Well, I am your personal stewardess, and you
never cared to ask exactly what that entailed,” she answers, removing herself
from my lap. I whimper slightly as cool air sweeps across my saturated cock.
“Now seatbelt please…we‘ll be landing shortly.”
Esme disappears down
the aisle; a tight, beautiful ass shows just beneath the hem of her disheveled
skirt. I can’t stop staring as I slide my pants back on. I want her again
already.
Lucky for me, I fly to Boston on
Tuesday.
