Then to me?—
“And you don’t get half.”
The confidence in his tone makes my pulse spike. I brush my fingers along his jaw.
“Okay, Professor,” I murmur softly. “You’re passing our test so far.”
His hand tightens at my waist.
“Don’t get comfortable,” he says low. “I still like to be challenged.”
Zaria leans in close to his ear. “Good,” she whispers. “Because loving us is going to require stamina.”
He smirks.
“In every category,” I add.
The clouds roll peacefully around us and the tension inside isn’t just physical anymore. It’s layered. Nuanced. A mixture of love and power. Visibility and vulnerability. Nut most importantly—choice and autonomy.
Instead of shrinking and trying to fit in everyone’s neat little box of expectations. We’re expanding—together.
I slide down from the armrest and step fully in front of Calil. He watches me like he already knows what I’m about to do.
With slow deliberation I slide my dress up my thighs just enough to hook my fingers beneath the thin strip of lace hugging my hips.
I stare into his eyes as they ignite with lust. I drag my thong down my legs inch by inch. He shifts slightly as he exhales a deep breath. When the lace pools at my ankles—I step out of them and lean forward to pick them up—pushing the panties into the pocket of his linen shirt.
“For later,” I murmur.
Then I drop to my knees. He swallows. I untie the drawstring of his shorts with a slow tease of my fingers. He lifts his hips just enough for me to slide them down along with his boxer briefs.
He’s hard. Ready. Waiting. My hands trail up his thighs first, palms slow and intentional, before settling where my mouth is already craving.
“Don’t just be a tourist,” he voice thick with passion warns. “Enjoy a hands-and-mouth-on experience.”
I smile faintly. Never want to skip an invite for a sweet treat. I lick the precum pooling at the head before it can leak down his shaft.
“Mmmm. So salty and sweet.”
I take him into my mouth inch by inch. My body is humming when he taps the back of my throat—realizing there’s no tonsils back there to trigger a gag reflex. I smirk with a mouth full of him. His body jerks slightly as he groans at the first real contact. His head tips back against the seat in bliss.
Zaria comes up behind him, leaning close to his ear.
“Take all that pleasure like a good boy,” she whispers. “And don’t be loud. They can hear us.”
Zaria reaches into his pocket to retrieve my panties. She inhales deeply as her eyes fluttering closed in satisfaction. She presses the lace to his lips.
“Seat first,” she instructs softly.
He opens his mouth just enough for Zaria to stuff my lacy panties in there.
She slides around to join me—lifting her dress just enough to reveal smooth skin and the unmistakable evidence of her own arousal.
He groans around the fabric in his mouth. Zaria kneels beside me sends blood rushing south as he swells ever slightly more on my tongue. Zaria and I exchange a look before we lean in.
I tongue kiss Zaria with the head of his dick in the middle of our explicit make out session.
His fingers curl into the seat. His breathing grows uneven. His thighs clinch. The jet remains steadily despite what’s happening in the cabin. Zaria murmurs praise against him. I follow her lead. We don’t rush. We work him like a team should. I take his length—Zaria takes his balls. I slurp his perineum. Z slurps his dick. We build the climax we want from our man.
