“And what if I don’t?” he asks.
“I’ll spank you, and then I’ll punish you—with mycock.”
“See, I can handle that. But what I can’t handle is—”
“Good afternoon, Mr. Samuels.”
Cameron, my pilot, interrupts the conversation, and with impeccable timing I might add. Although, I could have had a lot more fun teasing Dylan with the thought planted in his brain that he was going to spend the next several hours freaking out about me flying this plane.
“Dylan, this is Cameron, my pilot.He’llbe the one flying the plane.”
“Good afternoon, Dylan, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Cameron stretches out his hand, and Dylan takes it in a handshake. Cameron grabs our bags, and when he returns, gestures for Dylan to get onto the plane. He walks up the stairs and enters the plane then playfully punches my upper left arm.
“You’re an asshole, you know that.”
“So sue me. The look on your face was fucking worth it.”
He pins me with a death glare and I watch as Cameron enters the plane behind him. He places the bags down next to the couch, then closes the aircraft door and enters the cockpit.
“Have I kissed you today?” I ask.
“I don’t think you deserve a kiss after what you just did to me,” he replies.
“Oh come on, don’t be a tease. I was just fucking with you. And if it helps … you look hot when you freak out.”
I lean forward and press a kiss to his mouth, and when he slides his tongue between my lips, it’s obvious that he’s been craving this just as much as I have.
“That doesn’t let you off the hook, you’re still an ass,” he tells me.
“And I’m totally okay with that, and you can spend the next few days punishing me as much as you want.”
His eyes widen and I feel his cock jerk to life through the material of his sweatpants as it brushes against the inside of my thigh.
“Someone’s very excited,” I state.
“I didn’t get a chance to jerk off this morning, what did you expect to happen when your body is pressed hard up against mine.”
“Perhaps I can give you a hand with that little—bigproblem, later?” I offer.
“Now who’s the tease,” he says.
“Oh, I’m not teasing, Mr. Lewis … I’m warning you,” I tell him.
“Mr. Samuels and Mr. Lewis, please prepare yourselves for takeoff,” Cameron’s voice cuts through the intercom.
I grab hold of Dylan’s hand and escort him to the two recliners by the window, a table separates the two chairs. He takes his seat and fastens his seatbelt and I do the same, then make myself comfortable. I hear the plane’s engine roar to life and look out the window to see the propellers on the wing start up. The plane vibrates beneath my seat and I throw a glance over in Dylan’s direction, who’s making himself comfortable in his seat. After a few minutes of warming up the engine, the plane slowly starts to move out of the hangar before coming to a complete stop. It idles for a few moments before it starts moving again, and I watch out the window as Cameron steers the plane to the runway and once in position he stops again. We stay on the runway for a few short minutes, then the plane’s engines get louder as the plane starts moving again. It picks up speed and within a few minutes we’re in the air.
After some time in the air, I open my eyes to find the cabin covered in darkness. The lights are dimmed and it’s dark outside, and Dylan is lying fast asleep on the recliner in front of me. I raise my recliner, then pick up the intercom phone and dial into the cockpit.
“Yes, Mr. Samuels?” Cameron answers.
“How far are we from our destination, Cameron?”
“Just cruising at thirty-five thousand feet above North Carolina sea level, sir.”
“Thank you,” I say and hang up the phone.
