I sat in the spacious back cabin, wedged between Etienne and Fritz on the wide leather bench. Hastings piloted up front, his broad shoulders tense under the headset, hands steady on the controls.
Etienne’s hand settled on my knee first. His fingers rested warm through the thin fabric, and his thumb tracing lazy circles that sent little sparks skittering up my skin. I shifted, pressing my thighs together, but that only made him smile.
His palm slid higher, gathering the hem of my dress with it. And as the material inched upward, cool air kissed newly exposed skin.
I glanced at him, breath catching. His dark eyes met mine, then flicked across me to Fritz.
Fritz’s grin was immediate. It was also wicked. His hand mirrored Etienne’s on my other leg, fingers splaying wide as he pushed the dress higher in tandem. The hem bunched at the tops of my thighs now, barely covering anything. Their touches were light, teasing, but heat pooled low in my belly, slick already dampening my panties.
I looked forward, past the seats, to Hastings. His eyes flicked to the rearview mirror. He did it once, then again. Lingering longer each time.
His jaw tightened, knuckles whitening on the cyclic stick.
Fritz noticed too. “Eyes front, Hastings,” he called, voice laced with amusement. “We’re nowhere near London yet.”
Hastings didn’t answer, but his shoulders flexed, the helicopter dipping slightly before he corrected.
Through the bond, a sharp pulse of raw, primal hunger slammed into me. His alpha restraint fraying. He could feel everything. Every throb of need between my legs, every shiver their hands dragged from me.
Etienne’s fingers reached the edge of my panties first, tracing the lace trim with deliberate slowness. Fritz joined a second later, both of them hooking fingersunder the elastic, tugging gently, playfully. The fabric pulled tight against my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through me, before loosening again.
I bit my lip to stifle a soft, needy whimper, but it escaped anyway.
Hastings growled low, the sound carrying over the headsets. “Fuck. My cock just jerked watching Etienne’s finger slip under there.”
His voice was rough, edged with something feral. Etienne obliged, sliding one finger beneath the lace, brushing over my slick folds.
I gasped, hips bucking involuntarily. Fritz chuckled, dark and pleased, and he did the same on the other side.
I gasped as two sets of fingers teased me, parting, spreading my wetness.
Hastings banked slightly, the city lights blurred below as the roads glowed brighter now and London’s skyline rose ahead.
Fritz moved first, sliding off the bench to kneel between my legs. The space was tight, but he made it work as his hands pushed my thighs wider, and the dress rucked up around my waist. His fingers hooked my panties, dragging them down slowly, deliberately, over my hips, down my legs, until he tugged them free and tossed them aside.
Cool air hit my exposed pussy, slick glistening in the dim cabin lights. Fritz’s eyes darkened, pupils blown wide. He leaned in, breath hot against me, and licked one long, slow line from entrance to clit.
My head fell back against the seat, eyes rolling shut as pleasure crashed over me. His tongue was playful at first, flicking, circling, then delving deeper, lapping at my slick like he couldn’t get enough.
Etienne’s hands stayed on my thighs, holding me open, thumbs stroking soothing patterns even as his own breathing roughened.
Fritz sucked my clit gently, then harder, two fingers sliding inside me to curl just right.
I didn’t know if it was the helicopter’s vibrations that hummed through the seat, amplifying every sensation or my climax.
Then I shattered. Crying out as the orgasm ripped through me, thighs clamping around Fritz’s head, as a broken cry tore from my throat.
He didn’t stop until I sagged, boneless, chest heaving.
Only then did he pull back, lips shiny, grinning like the devil. Etienne leaned in immediately, his thick fingers joining Fritz’s. I groaned as they pushed inside me, curling alongside Fritz’s as they both worked me open.
“We need to get you ready for us, Princesse,” Etienne whispered.
“Oh my God.” My walls fluttered around their fingers, oversensitive, slick coating their hands.
Their free hands moved higher, tugging the straps of my dress down my shoulders. The bodice gave way easily, pooling at my waist and baring my breasts to the cool air. My nipples tightenedinstantly.
Etienne’s mouth descended on the left one, tongue swirling slow and reverent, sucking gently. Fritz took the right, teeth grazing before he soothed with broad licks, playful nips that made me arch.
