She snorted as if I’d asked a stupid question. “Yeah, Myles. Tall, shredded, and hung like…well, like an even bigger horse. He was, umm…like, a pony. You’re a draft horse. In the penis department, I mean. He’s got you beat in the big muscles department, but I don’t typically go for the super swole guys anyway. They tend to be obsessed with muscles to an unhealthy degree, in my experience.”
“I tried for years to get bigger, under Jupe’s tutelage. But I’m what they call a hardgainer and eventually, after literally years of lifting wacky heavy and eating thousands and thousands of calories a day, Jupiter was like, you should just quit fighting your body and go for shredded. So that’s what I did. I just can’t get big, or if I did, it would have to be under the kind of insane dedication which, as a professional touring musician, I just don’t have the time for.”
A few minutes later I felt the jet jerk to a stop “Well, let me just say that I really approve.” She eyed the shower, visible through the open door—a sliding pocket-door. “That looks like a fun shower.”
“Maybe we can play in it, later. On the way out of Alaska.”
She licked her lips, eyes going predatory and seductive. “Do we have time now?”
I laughed, because the captain came on the intercom at that moment. “Welcome to Seattle, you guys.” It was Captain Callahan, this time. “We’re just refueling, and will be back in the air fairly quickly. If you’d like to take a longer break and stretch your legs or get some real food, just let us know.”
I glanced at her. “Up to you.”
She shook her head, sighing wistfully. “Seattle is on my list of places to explore, but under the circumstances I’d rather just get to Alaska and get this over with.”
She sure was eager to be done with this, which was odd, considering how close she was with her family; I got it though—she had a difficult story to relate, and wasn’t looking forward to her mother’s reaction, especially.
I keyed the intercom. “We’d like to just get to Ketchikan as soon as possible, thanks.”
“Sure thing, boss,” Captain Callahan said. “We can be airborne in about forty-five minutes.”
“So…about that shower,” Lexie said, after the connection to the cockpit was closed.
I laughed. “Babe, for what I have in mind for you and that shower, forty-five minutes ain’t anywhere near enough.”
Her gaze heated. “I like the way that sounds.”
“You know what I can do in the next forty-five minutes?” I tugged her toward me, pushed her backward to lay on the couch. “Pay you back for the orgasm.”
She hissed as I reached up under her skirt and yanked her thong off. “Myles, I…oh…oh.” I opted to dive right in, tongue going straight for her clit. “I don’t keep track. There’s no tab or record.”
“I know—you don’t.” I made her gasp, already arching—she was a hair trigger when it came to the first orgasm, and slower to come every time after, but tended to come harder with each subsequent climax. “But I do. I’m a believer in a three-to-one ratio, so by my own personal reckoning I owe you at least three.”
“I…oooh fuck, yeah, right there, just like that.” She clutched at my hair as I found the sweet spot, tongue circling and fingers curling inside her. “I like this ratio.”
I murmured a laugh even as I continued to lick her closer and closer to climax. “I bet you do,” I muttered.
“We’re—oh fuck, oh fuckfuckfuck—we’re almost to one. Right….right…oh god, oh god, oh fuck oh god…right now!” She arched up off the couch and I followed her through it, tasting her essence explode onto my tongue as she blossomed into a thrashing, hip-thrusting, hair-tossing, teeth-gritted orgasm. “Fuck, MYLES! God, what are you doing to me oh god god oh god so fucking good oh god—”
“Making you come, that’s what I’m doing.”
I let her fall back, kissing her hipbone, her thigh, across her sex, kissing all over her skin, licking and nipping and teasing as I allowed her a few moments to recover, and then as her breathing evened out, I started all over again; this time I went slow, building her up gradually, licking fast and then slow, all over and then targeted, shifting tactics every time she started to really get into it. Then, when she was gasping and groaning and her hips were pushing against my mouth, I went hard and fast with tongue and mouth to take her to the edge, only to back her away at the last second. Then back up, closer to the edge, and away. Edging, edging. When she was snarling at me and yanking at my hair and begging me to let her come, I finally let her topple, screaming and crying over the edge.
She clasped at my face, gasping raggedly as she twitched and thrashed through it. “I think that counts as two,” she breathed. “Fuck, Myles. Where the hell did you learn to go down? Because you’re so fucking good at it it’s ridiculous.”
I laughed. “Self-taught, babe.”
She pulled at me, tugging me upward. “I’m serious, I think that was two at once. I’m…oh shit. I’m done. I’ve already come twice this morning.”
“Are you complaining?”
She laughed, wiping at my mouth with her hand. “You have pussy juice on your stubble. And hell no. I’ve never gotten off so much as I do with you. It’s a beautiful thing.”
I wiped a thumb over my lips, and then popped the thumb into my mouth. ”Yum. Tastes like you.”
She sucked in a deep breath, held it. Shook her head as she let it out. “For real. However you learned to give cunnilingus, you learned really, really well.”
I handed her the purple thong, watched as she wiggled into it. “I just pay attention.”
“There had to have been someone who was instrumental in helping you learn how to pay attention and what to do.”
I sighed, laughed, and looked at
