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  “Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” he asked. He slid his tongue out and traced a line downward, following the ridge of her spine and stopping above the cleft of her ass. She tasted salty and smelled of rose soap.

  “Tell me.” Sasha arched her back. “Spare no detail.”

  Mikael slid his hands down and cupped those perfect cheeks, then kneaded them, leaving more pink marks that quickly turned bright red as he squeezed harder.

  “First, I think I’m going to give this naughty little cunt a spanking,” he said. He slipped one hand down, skimming the back of her sleek right thigh, and watched the muscles twitch beneath the creamy skin.

  “Yes,” she said, her voice gone throaty. “I’ve been a very bad girl. I haven’t behaved myself at all.”

  Mikael smirked, his desire rising at those words. He gave the plump, pretty mound of her pussy a sharp smack with his open palm.

  She yelped, a sound of both pain and pleasure. He gave her a few more smacks, gentle but no doubt stinging, and enjoyed the sound of her whimpers.

  “I can tell you’ve been bad,” he said. “But then, you never behave yourself.” He smoothed his hand over the reddened flesh.

  “Is that all you’re going to do?” she asked, petulant.

  “Oh, no. I’m going to do so much more to you.”

  “And what will you do?”

  “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue,” he said. “I’m going to shove it up your sweet little pussy so far you’ll feel it in the back of your throat.”

  She gasped. “Obscene.”

  Mikael gave one of her ass cheeks a swat and watched his handprint appear. “You love it and you know it.”

  “You brute.” She wiggled her ass. “I’m a lady!”

  “Are you? I seem to remember a certain lady with her ankles pulled back to her shoulders on the last flight.” The seats were quite comfortable when reclined. They’d been alone that time, though. Mr. Rockstar had been occupied in the back as usual and no one else was on board. Today, lots of people were coming along for the party.

  “I’ll be soaked and dripping,” she complained.

  “That’s the idea, isn’t it?”

  “How can I do my job like that?”

  “You should have thought about that before you led me in here.”

  He stroked his fingers over her pussy, down the glistening slit and over the hard, eager nub of her clit.

  “Your pussy is betraying you, Sasha. It’s already soaked.” He circled a fingertip around her clit.

  She groaned. “Stop torturing me Mikael, please.”

  “This is payback.” He rose and leaned over, and nuzzled the nape of her neck, smelling her sweat and shampoo. “For what you did to me earlier.”

  “What did I do?”

  “Showing off your bra.” He slid a hand underneath her and cupped one of her ample breasts. “Teasing me.” He ground his crotch against her ass. “You knew what you were doing.”

  “It was an accident,” she offered, wholly unconvincing.

  “You’re a very naughty girl.” Mikael stood up. His cock ached, straining against his underwear and jeans, begging to be put to use. But he wanted to tease her some more first.

  “Put your hands back here.” He gripped her wrists and pulled her arms behind her back. “Spread yourself open for me.”

  “Mikael!” she protested, but obeyed. She spread herself open for him with her fingers, giving him a clear view of everything.

  Mikael dropped to his knees, but didn’t do anything yet, determined to make her wait, make her squirm with anticipation. The movement of the plane was soothing, a constant buzz in the background. He loved mile high sex.

  “You’re so beautiful.” He traced a finger over her pussy again. Then he leaned forward, and pressed a kiss to that hot, slick flesh.

  “Oh God,” she gasped.

  “Only a kiss.”

  She whimpered.

  “Now for a deeper one.”

  He applied his tongue this time, making her emit a breathy moan. She relaxed against his mouth, filling his nose with the delicious pungent aroma of her arousal, covering his chin with her wetness.

  He was gentle and teasing at first, wiggling his tongue into her a little and slowly swirling it around. She was clean and both tangy and sweet at the same time. He pressed his thumb to her clit and worked it in slow, firm circles. She wiggled against his face, loosening her grip, where she was still holding herself open for him.

  Mikael drew back. “Now, now. Keep it open for me.”

  She whined but renewed her grip. Mikael returned to his task, swirling his tongue over the soft, wet folds and working it into her.

  “Oh yes, Mikael,” she groaned, shifting, giving him better access. “Lick me, fuck me with your tongue.”

  She’d given in much faster than he expected, and he couldn’t help but pause a moment to smile. Some things never changed. She liked to play hard to get and be a naughty, mouthy girl. But she also loved to be dominated and it didn’t take much play to turn her into a purring, complacent kitten.

  He did as she requested, stiffening his tongue and plunging it into her, alternating with light licks to her clit. He caressed his hands over her warm, soft flesh, across her back, over her ass, down her quivering thighs.

  “I can’t handle much more of this,” she panted out. “Mikael, fuck me! Please fuck me.”

  He loved listening to her beg. The sound made his cock throb. He sat back and she tried to remove her hands.

  “Not yet.” Mikael moved them back in place. “Keep yourself open for me.”

  She groaned, slumping against the counter.

  “What do you want me to fuck you with?” he asked. “My tongue some more?”

  “Your cock. Put your cock in me.”

  “You’re sexy when you talk dirty.” He smirked. “But you’re not ready for my cock just yet.”

  “Yes I am!”

  He eased two fingers into her, watching them sink into her gaping, wet pussy with delight.

  She jerked her hips and clamped her inner muscles around them. “Mikael!”

  “See, you’re not loosened up enough yet.” He pushed deeper. “I love how tight you are. The way you squeeze my cock. You’re not fucking our employer, are you?”

  Sasha snorted. “He’s ugly. And lame.”

  “He’s not up for fucking you across the bathroom counter on his airplane?”

  “Neither are you apparently, if you don’t get on with it.” Clearly, she wasn’t too horny to continue being sassy.

  “Patience, darling.”

  He began fingering her harder, slipping in and out with ease, pushing in all the way to his hand.

  “Oh God,” she gasped. “Yes, please.”

  Her breathing turned ragged, her hips undulating. He wanted to see her face, but from his angle he couldn’t get a glimpse.

  “Like that?” he whispered, his own arousal making him weak and hot. The soft, wet sound of his fingers working into her added to the delicious obscenity of the situation.

  “Don’t stop,” she begged quietly. “I’m going to come.”

  Mikael twisted his hand, so he could rub her clit with his thumb. He worked her both inside and out for a few intense, focused minutes, coaxing her toward orgasm.

  “Mikael,” she choked out, her voice cracked. “I’m coming!”

  Her entire body spasmed, her ass and legs quivering. She clenched and pulsed around his fingers. She buried her face in her hands to muffle her moans. Mikael continued fingering her through it, stroking his other hand over her hip and thigh. Her wetness gushed over his hand.

  “Shh...” he whispered. “There you go.” He brought his hand down and gave his cock a cursory caress through his je
ans. He was aching, truly aching, watching and feeling her come.

  He pulled his fingers slowly out of her, another gush of juices following them. She was literally dripping, as she had complained earlier she would end up. She still quivered in the aftermath of her orgasm, her pussy visibly clenching.

  “I’m ready,” she said weakly. “I’m ready. Mikael, please. I’m ready...”

  His cock surged anew at the prospect of being inside her. He rose.

  “Put your hands on the counter now,” he said.

  She did, propping herself up on her elbows. Mikael saw her face in the mirror, one cheek bright red from where it had lain against the counter, eyes half-lidded and dark, curls hanging over her forehead.

  Mikael unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, then pushed them down, along with his underwear. His cock sprang out, brushing against her ass. Sasha chewed at her lower lip, gazing at him in the mirror.

  “I’m glad you got me all loosened up.” She shifted, spreading her legs as wide as she could. “I almost forgot how big you are.”

  “I seriously doubt that. It’s only been a few weeks.” He leaned over her, bracing a hand on the counter, and rubbed his cock against the slick cleft between her thighs. The feeling was exquisite, so soft and wet and silky. “You like it, though?”

  Sasha moaned, dark lashes fluttering against her cheeks as she closed her eyes. “Yes, I love how it feels in my pussy.”

  “Where?” he prompted, close to her ear.

  “My pussy.” She tilted her head back. “I love how your huge cock feels stuffed up my tight, wet pussy.”

  Mikael gripped himself and brushed the head teasingly against her. He found it difficult, eager as he was, not to plunge right in. He made himself stop though, and slipped the condom out of his pocket. He opened the package and got it out.

  “Hurry up,” she said while he rolled it on. “You’re too slow.”

  He gave her ass a smack. “You want it that bad?”

  “Yes,” she said. “Put that cock in me.”

  Mikael’s resolve was fully weakened and he couldn’t wait any longer. With a firm push the head slipped in, then he sank deeper, her muscles pulling him in the rest of the way.

  “Oh God.” Sasha gripped the edge of the counter. She had her mouth open, eyes closed.

  She was exquisitely hot and tight, and Mikael sank in as slowly as he could, savoring every inch until his entire shaft was buried inside her. He leaned over her back and nibbled at her throat.

  “This isn’t going to last long,” he panted against her skin. “Oh damn, you’re so tight.”

  “It’s all right.” She arched against him. “Give me everything you’ve got.”

  Once Mikael found a rhythm, he started fucking her in earnest. He had to stand up and grip her hips to get better balance, but this also enabled him to go deeper and harder, and she responded eagerly.

  “That’s it,” she gasped. “Like that!”

  He watched her face in the mirror, bliss saturating her features. Her curls shuddered around her face. She panted open-mouthed and gripped anything she could reach: the counter, the faucet, the edge of the sink. At one point she slapped her sweaty hand against the mirror, leaving a streaky handprint. Mikael avoided his own eyes in the mirror, finding it unnerving to see himself so aroused and pumping away.

  As he had warned her, he rushed to the brink of orgasm woefully fast. He tried to draw it out, calm the intensity of his arousal, but he was too far gone and she felt too good. He reached under her and stroked her clit, firm and with purpose, knowing from their past sessions she was easily multi-orgasmic when she got going.

  “Come for me again,” he commanded, his t-shirt now clinging to his skin, sweat dripping from his chin onto her back. “Come on, darling.”

  She didn’t need much extra stimulation. She released an imploring, desperate moan, her head thrown back, her face flushed and wet, lips livid and swollen from chewing at them. She clenched around him, the juices from her pussy once again soaking his fingers. The sensations drove him over the edge and he pounded into her furiously, eyes screwed shut. He spurted into the condom with a ragged yell.

  The sensation was incredible, Sasha still coming, Mikael filling her simultaneously. He gripped the back of her neck, steadying her and giving a final hard thrust, so hard her head hit the mirror. Mikael heard a crack. He opened his eyes with a jolt of surprise.

  “Oh shit!” Sasha yelped. “We broke the mirror!”

  Mikael went still, both of them staring at the mirror. A spider web pattern emanated from the spot Sasha’s head had hit, a longer crack extending upward. Their reflections gazed back at them flushed and gleaming with sweat, Sasha’s face broken into kaleidoscope pieces.

  Mikael found his senses. “Are you all right?” he asked, concerned.

  “Yes,” she said. “I’m--” She dissolved into giggles.

  Mikael began chuckling, then they both started laughing. He buried his face against her shoulder. He rocked inside her a little, wanting to stay inside her forever. Sasha trembled and jerked with laughter beneath him.

  “How are we going to explain this?” Mikael asked. “I wonder if we can convince people it was an accident?”

  “It was an accident!” Sasha grunted under his weight. Mikael slid out of her.

  Sasha stood up. They righted their clothes, giggling still. Mikael took the condom off and hid it in the trash can, under some tissue.

  Once they had themselves in order, Sasha reached for him. “Mikael,” she said. “I’m very glad you decided to come on this trip, even though it’s ruining your weekend.”

  He smiled at her. She stepped in close, offering up her beautiful lips for a kiss. She wasn’t often so intimate, and he couldn’t resist the invitation.

  He kissed her deeply, tasting the sweetness of her mouth, enjoying the softness of her lips. He let it linger for a moment, sliding his hands down her back, and pulled her close against him. They finally broke the kiss and she gazed up at him.

  “That was nice,” she murmured. “You’re very good at what you do, you know.”

  Mikael kissed her again, gently, briefly. He didn’t know exactly what they were, but he liked being near her.

  “Thank you,” he whispered.

  They decided the only thing they could do about the mirror was play dumb, so they left the bathroom--separately, a few minutes apart--and went innocently back to their respective parts of the plane. Mikael settled in his seat and took out his e-reader from his bag. Sasha went back to her work.

  One of Mr. Rockstar’s other assistants, Trenton Masters, sat across from Mikael, a stuffy man in his forties, balding and rotund, the man who kept the money flowing to all the right places during adventures such as these. Lucky for Mikael, there wasn’t much competition for Sasha amongst Mr. Rockstar’s staff--they were all old, dumpy, unpleasant guys who had been in the business way too long to enjoy it anymore. Trenton narrowed his beady eyes at Mikael.

  “You’ve been gone awhile,” he said. “In the bathroom? You feeling all right?”

  Mikael glanced up from his e-reader. “I had to take a private call. Only privacy around here is the bathroom.”

  “I see.”

  Sasha appeared, holding a carafe of water. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair pulled back now. She had buttoned up her blouse to the collar.

  “Something to drink, gentlemen?” A throatiness filled her voice still, and it made a shiver go through him.

  Mikael kept a poker face while she poured them some water.

  “The mirror is broken in the bathroom,” Mikael said casually, to Trenton. “Don’t know how it happened. You should probably get maintenance on board when we land, have them fix it.”

  “Is it really?” Trenton said. “It wasn’t when I was in there, right after we too
k off. You sure you two didn’t break it while you were in there together?”

  Mikael tensed and Sasha froze, and they both looked at him.

  “You ought to stop trying to hide it. Especially since you’re clearly both exhibitionists.” A taunting smile spread across his lips. “You’ve always been really obvious.” He reached out and gave Sasha a pat on the shoulder. “Thank you for keeping him on our payroll, though. If not for you he might have gone off to work for some politician by now.”

  “I--” she said. “Sir--”

  “Now that you two are through,” Trenton said, sitting forward. “I need to make a call. I believe I’ll slip off to the bathroom for some privacy. It’s a good idea.” He stood.

  Mikael and Sasha glanced at each other, then fully met eyes after he walked away.

  After a moment, they broke out of their humiliated stupor.

  “That was the most embarrassing moment of my life, I think,” Sasha said.

  “Really? Clearly you don’t hang around enough celebrities and see what they get up to.” Mikael grinned. “I think he’s jealous.”

  “You get to pay for the mirror if he says anything. It’s your fault it got broken.”

  “It’s your fault for tempting me.”

  “We’ve been doing this for three years, you would think you’d have gained some willpower by now.”

  “Oh, is that what you think?”

  “I think you should take me to the party in LA with you. Another girl will be taking my spot to Atlanta so I can have a few days off. Unless you have a date already, that is?”

  He gazed up at her and smiled. “I don’t have time in my life for dates. But for you, I’ll make an exception. It’ll be better than just standing around watching him party himself into a coma.”

  “Good, I brought a dress with me. Short and tight, and red.”

  She walked past him and gave him a light pinch on the shoulder. He smirked and picked up his e-reader. Perhaps he could work it out with Trenton and take a few days off in LA, too.

  Maybe the rockstar life wasn’t so bad after all.

  Straight Up

  H.L. Lola

  Nick took a chance asking for her name and it paid off.