His breathing was losing control as he pounded her harder and faster. Suddenly, Megan arched her back as wave after wave of orgasm overwhelmed her body and she began to tremble uncontrollably. With each new stroke, she felt her body overcome with sensation. His rhythm became even harder and faster as his balls slapped against her ass. He groaned with his desire and with one last, hard thrust, he came, cock buried deep inside her, pulsing as he came inside her.
He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her body still in shock from the mind blowing orgasms she had just had.
An immeasurable time later, Brian lifted himself up onto his elbows and hovered over her, his lips just out of reach. He brushed a wayward hair off her cheek and leaned down and kissed her.
“I’ll be back tonight to redo all the electrical,” he said simply “You certainly met your end of our deal.”
Megan’s was speechless. He seemed so casual that she couldn’t help wondering if this was still just a business deal to him. She knew they hadn’t had time to talk or even think, but she had been so overwhelmed by her response to him that she thought he felt it too.
“Wow, this place really isn’t built well for a new house,” he said as looked around her house idly. Megan could not believe how distant he seemed as he analyzed every inch of the house. His cock was still inside her! How could even think about the house? She wanted to just close her eyes and disappear, but he was still lying on top of her, trapping her there next to him.
“You know,” he said as he continued to scan the room “I am also a pretty decent handyman and frankly, from what I see here, I think you need one. It would have to be a fair trade again,” he said with a cocky grin, his eyes locked on hers. “So, what do you say? Do you need any help with this big house?”
Megan looked up at him wondering if he meant what she hoped he meant, “Well, yes, I suppose I could use some help,” she answered hesitantly.
“Of course, it won’t be easy. A job like this could take months to get in shape. Do you think you could get used to me hanging around here regularly?” he asked with a wicked smile that promised more.
She smiled, as she understood what he had in mind. “Why yes. Yes I think I could.”
Up In The Air
Her legs were burning and she was out of breath by the time she saw her gate come into view. She kept running, even though the sign said “Departed” hoping that maybe it was wrong and there was a chance that she could still board the plane. She stopped in front of the gate assistant, gasping for air as she tried to speak. “Please, I have to get onto the 5:40 flight to the Grand Caymans”.
The airline employee on the other side of the desk looked up, calm, collected and polite but completely indifferent. “I am so sorry Miss, but the flight has already taken off. If you would like, we can see if there’s space on the next flight out.”
Lisa took a deep breath and exhaled slowly in relief. “Oh, thank you. I was so worried I would miss the wedding,” she said as she tried to catch her breath.
The ticket machine clicked and clattered as her new ticket was printed. “Here you are Miss,” he said with a smile. “Your ticket is all set for 5:40 tomorrow, to the Grand Caymans.”
“Tomorrow!” she nearly shouted. “I can’t leave tomorrow, I have to leave today! The wedding is tomorrow afternoon and I’m the maid of honor! Please, you have to get me on another flight.”
“Well, I could try to move you to the 1:30 tomorrow on standby if you would like, but…”
She cut him off, “No, that doesn’t work. I need to be on the beach by 1pm.” Lisa could feel herself getting more and more upset. “First your company kept us on the tarmac in New York for nearly four hours without an explanation and because of it I missed my flight. Now you’re saying there is nothing you can do?”
“I am so sorry miss, but there are no other flights out tonight. We can however offer you a voucher for $100 to compensate you for your trouble.”
Lisa shook her head, unwilling to accept what he was telling her but it was no use. She fought a little longer, but eventually gave up and threw herself into one of the nearby empty seats, upset and frustrated.
She had been best friends with Bridget since they roomed in college and Bridget had always been there for her. Now, Bridget was getting married after a whirlwind romance to real estate tycoon Dillon Fritz and Lisa was going to miss the wedding. She let out a heavy sigh as she looked at her ticket, trying desperately to think of any way to get to the remote islands.
“…yeah, to the Grand Caymans tonight,” an airline employee said on the phone as he walked past. “It’s a private charter flight for Mr. Adam Cole. I think it leaves at 7pm.”
Lisa’s ears perked up as she overheard the conversation and had an idea. She picked up her phone and pretended to dial.
“Bridget, hey, this is Lisa. I am so sorry to tell you I missed my flight, and it looks like I won’t be able to make your wedding after all,” she spoke loudly and looked over at the gate attendant as she did so. He looked back at her and gave her a weak little smile.
She continued, “No, there aren’t any more flights out today,” and paused for effect. “No, I made it as far as Miami… Miami, Florida, duh. What’s so funny? What do you mean Adam’s here? Shut up! Seriously!?!?!? Do you know what time he’s supposed to leave? Oh, thank god. Ok, I’ll find him and see you tonight.” She looked up at the gate attendant excitedly, put her hand over the phone and whispered to him.
“Where do the private flights leave from?”
He looked over and cocked his head. “Well, they could leave from any gate; it depends on the type of plane, the pilot…”
She cut him off, “It’s the bride's good friend, Adam Cole,”
He interrupted her, “She is good friends with the Adam Cole, the billionaire? Really?” he said doubtfully.
“Yes.” she answered hoping that she sounded more confident than she felt. “And he has a charter flight leaving tonight and she said he would take me. I just need the gate — she is arranging everything as we speak. Where should I go?” she asked urgently.
Flustered the gate attendant looked at his computer and back up at her. “Well, Mr. Cole is leaving from gate B12, but you aren’t listed as a guest, and I don’t see how…”
His voice trailed off behind her as she closed her phone and darted for Gate B12. She was going to find a way to make this flight no matter what.
She had been double talking, cajoling, demanding and doing whatever she could to find a way onto the charter flight and so far, it had worked. She couldn’t believe her luck as she crossed the distance to the plane. All she had to do was bluff her way on board and she would be in the Cayman Islands in no time.
She didn’t know what she was expecting, but the plane was much smaller than she had thought it would be. She had this idea that the charter would have been for a few people, maybe a business meeting or a family trip, but this plane was downright tiny. She gathered herself and confidently started up the stairs onto the plane, sure that at any second she would be challenged by a stewardess, and her entire plan would be exposed. But when she got to the top, there was complete silence.
She peeked inside and couldn’t believe the luxury. She had thought a charter plane was just a smaller airliner with fewer seats. Instead, the interior looked more like a very comfortable living room. The few seats were overstuffed leather lounge chairs, one on each side to make a couple of small rows. The plane had everything from a bucket of chilled champagne to a full table. For the first time, Lisa began to panic. The flight was so small that she wondered where she could hide and how she was going to keep from being noticed.
“Welcome Aboard.”
Lisa spun around suddenly startled. The man who was standing before her was even more of a surprise. He was tall, nearly a foot taller than she was, with short dark brown hair and even darker eyes. His was muscular, but not overly so, with the kind of body a swimmer would be proud of. His clothes were impeccable from the crisp white button down shirt to his perfectly polished black leather shoes.
She pulled herself together and smiled up at him, realizing that this handsome, well-dressed man was probably the person who chartered the plane. She gathered her courage and hoped that one more bluff would
