“What if I told you we’re both joining the Mile High Club today?” Cas scoops my hair up, twisting it around his hand and tugging gently as he kisses the back of my neck.
This man knows exactly what to say to turn me on and make me feel special. The fact that it will be his first time having sex on a plane opens a flood of emotions. He’s telling me this is ours—something special between the two of us. I look back at him over my shoulder, admiring everything about him. His eyes are hooded, face relaxed, and the protective shield has slipped. He’s just Cas right now. Not Cas Wilder the rockstar. My heart sings for him, and I realize this is what I’m afraid of. What if I can’t let go? What if I’m broken beyond repair? I’m afraid I can’t love him with all the intensity that he loves me.
His eyes flutter open, locking with mine. All my thoughts freeze. The world stops, and for a few minutes we remain this way, locked in a silent exchange. Finally, he speaks, breaking our silence. “So, little muse, are you ready to become the first and last person to ever enter the Mile High Club with me?”
“Yes.” The single word barely loud enough to hear.
His chest rumbles with satisfaction, and then his fingers are on me, slipping through my slickness. “You’re fucking soaked already, Vivienne. What are we going to do with you?”
A bratty response pops into my head, and for a moment I consider switching things up, but a part of me wants this, needs this, craves this. I like when Cas dominates me. I submit, and in doing so, a tether slips into place between us, strengthening the bond he’s been trying like hell to build. “Anything you want, Mr. Wilder, take me to the Mile High Club.”
It’s all the encouragement he needed. His fingers plunge deep inside, spearing me as I cry out with pleasure, and my walls clench eagerly around him. His touch is pure ecstasy, and I’m starved for it. Behind me, I hear him wrestle with his pants. They drop to the floor, brushing the back of my heel.
“Mmmmm,” he groans, pressing the head of his cock against my entrance. “I’ve missed this fucking pussy.”
He’s so warm against me. This is reckless, but I don’t care. If Mr. My-Agent-is-a-Stickler-for-Safe-Sex is no longer being safe,then fuck it. I’m not worried about anything on my end, and I think it’s safe to say he’s not sleeping with anyone else.
He must sense my hesitation because he tugs on my hair once more, bringing his lips to my ear. “Relax. My dick belongs to you now, Vivienne. All for you.”
Right as he ends his sentence, he presses into me, and I shatter. My body unravels with pleasure. His head is swollen as he stretches me out around it to accommodate his thickness. I revel in the sensation, surrendering as I arch against him, driving his length deeper.
Cas snarls, a low, guttural sound erupting from his throat as he gives my hair a tug, pulling out only to slam back in. It feels so good already. Inch after inch, he pushes his way inside me until finally he’s buried all the way to the hilt. His cock throbs, and when his finger finally lands against my swollen clit, I forget how to breathe.
“Please,” I beg, desperate for release.
“That’s my girl. Tell me how bad you want to come,” he says, slowing his pace.
“So bad,” I answer, grinding against him.
“Why?” Cas demands, releasing his grip on my hair to slip his hand beneath my shirt and pinch my nipple through the mesh of my bra.
Hot liquid gushes from deep inside my core as the first orgasm hits. “Yes,” I scream.
“Why?” Cas repeats as he slides his land lower and begins stroking my clit once more while thrusting slowly.
“It feels so good,” I pant, unable to focus on anything but the building orgasm.
My second release is close. I roll my hips, desperate for more of him. Cas doesn’t hold back, he strokes and thrusts until I feel my orgasm rip free from my core and crash over us hard and fast. Every muscle in my body goes rigid as I gasp, struggling to breathe through the intensity. I come so hard I nearly drag Cas with me, but he slows his pace, pulling most of the way out. Once he’s recovered, he starts again, more aggressive and plunging deeper this time.
“Take this dick, Vivienne. Your pussy is mine.” His voice is commanding as his control snaps.
A third orgasm builds quickly as he works me closer and closer to the edge. I can feel him stretching me as he gets harder and continues to throb deep inside me. I’m close and so is Cas. He pinches my nipple again and bites the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder. I explode. Cas moans deep and raw, still biting my neck as he comes.
I collapse against the seat, spent, trying desperately to catch my breath. When Cas pulls out, I protest with a soft whimper, which earns me a deep chuckle. He cleans himself up and hands me theunused pilot shirt to clean myself and the chair up. I sigh with contentment. A small part of me aches, remembering how much it hurt to be in love with Jackson, but Cas is different. This is different. No amount of time or space can change the way I feel about him. I know that now. Plus the sex is mind-blowing.
Once we’re both dressed in our regular clothes and comfortably settled back in for the rest of the flight, I reach for his hand. Cas rubs circles over the back of it. “Penny for your thoughts,” he says with a lackadaisical smirk.
I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. Blush creeps over my cheeks as I answer quietly. “I was just thinking I can’t believe I had sex on a moving airplane going I don’t even know how many miles per hour.”
He laughs. “Is that all you’re thinking about?”
“Fine. I was also thinking about how much I…” my voice trails off. I’m still not sure if I’m ready to admit these things out loud. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, then start again, “I was thinking that I missed you.” The words spill out in a sloppy rush.
He leans over in his seat so he can turn his sizzling stare on me and says intensely, “I’m listening.”
It feels like I got the wind punched out of me for a second, and for a brief moment I’m speechless. “Do you even realize how sexy you are?” I blurt, accidentally stating my inside thoughts out loud.
I yelp. “I mean, not just because of the sex.”
