The bubbles dance across my tongue and I relish the coolness down the back of my throat.

My insides are already on fire and I can’t wait for the plane to level out. Aaron’s words a clear indication of what’s on his mind.

And here, only a few hours ago I had worried about a rejection.

I stare at my champagne and that stupid cliché phrase ‘the mile-high club’ comes to mind. Who had invented that phrase anyway? I didn’t really want to think in those terms but just like bad ad jingles, this one’s sticking in my mind.

Although it’s not only jingles that haunt and annoy. The tune, everything, is awesome but now infamous because the Lego movie is in my annoying basket. Particularly when I’m paying for my extra-large takeaway coffee and the barista hands it to me singing ‘everything is awesome…’

“What are you thinking my lovely lady?”

Aaron’s voice rouses me out of my navel-gazing.

“Where the expression the mile-high club comes from?”

I don’t make up some lame thought I might be having, I tell him the truth. I’m a terrible liar. In fact, I’m fucking hopeless at it and he’d see right through me.

“It is alleged that it was first used in some betting book in a gentlemen’s club back in seventeen hundred and something.”

“What the fuck?”

He nods.

“Apparently, some old lord was offered fifty dollars for every time he had sex with a woman in his hot air balloon.”

I can feel my eyes grow large with disbelief.

“You’re fucking pulling my leg. That sounds too fucking cockeyed to be true.”

Aaron’s shaking his head. “No. I wouldn’t lie to you. I read it somewhere. We’ll look it up when we land.”

Having sex a hot air balloon? For fucking real? Back in seventeen hundred and something. What woman would be fucking mad enough to get into a hot air balloon with some old lord and then have sex with him?

My brain’s having some difficulty absorbing this news.

“It’s still tacky,” I say eventually, unable to muster another response. The image of the cane basket, the hot flame shooting up into the balloon, and two people having a fuck are too difficult to get out my mind.

He grins.

“So you don’t want to, you know…”

I roll my eyes.

“I didn’t say that but I think we could come up with something a little more inventive don’t you agree?”

“Why don’t we get comfortable first and think words later?”

Instead of a reply, I unclip my seat belt and move my seat into the recline position. When I’m lying horizontally, I spread my legs.

Aaron needs no further invitation.

He practically jumps out of his seat and onto the floor, in front of me.

“Like what you see?”

I’m not wearing any slip.

Instead of a reply, his hands push up my skirt. Instantly his fingers find my wet opening.

A discreet cough has him stop mid enter.

“Is there anything you or our guest would like Mr. Bennet?”

I cannot see the speaker but I feel myself go red. Just because I can’t see them, does not mean they can’t see me in this rather compromising position. Frantically, I try to push my skirt back down.

Aaron does not bat an eyelid.

“Is there something you would like Chloe?”

Your fucking cock inside my wet pussy is on my lips but I don’t utter those words. “Martini on ice with an olive,” I whisper instead.

“Mark, you heard the lady. Make it two.”

Martini on ice. It’s very James Bond, I think to myself and chuckle.

I feel as if I’m in a James Bond movie. Aaron’s James and who am I? I try and remember one of the female spies. Russian, I’d be one of the Russian ones I’m sure.

Granted there are no guns, and no one’s hot on our heels. Still, it’s all so surreal it could be a movie set.

“Now where were we?”

I close my legs.

“What the fuck woman?”

“Let’s wait for our drink first,” I whisper and sit back up in my luxury chair.

Before Aaron can protest, the handsome attendant brings us our drink.

I take it from the tray and smile at him.

His smile is a knowing ‘I know what you two are up to. Don’t worry.’

My smile replies, ‘I can tell you wish you were a part of it.’

I fish out my olive and eat it. Next, my fingers find the ice. I put the cube between my lips and suck on it.

Aaron sits back down next to me.

Before my next move, I take off my top and bra.

Instead of going back to the recline position, I knee in front of him, ice cube still between my teeth.

Slowly, I unzip his pants and free his waiting cock. It’s rock hard and ready for action. My fingers gently hold it, feeling its power and weight.

Without taking my eyes off the tip of his delicious shaft, I move my face forward. Then, I plant a gentle kiss on his tip with my ice cube still in place.

His body convulses with shock waves.

“Fuck,” he groans and I see him arch his back. Pleasure and pain rip through his body.

I leave the ice in my mouth and let my tongue dart out. Coldness envelops his hot fucking cock.

I can his dick shiver and his abdomen ripple with pleasure. My tongue retreats to refuel on ice.

I repeat my ice therapy a few more times, and finally, there’s very little left of my cube put my mouth over his throbbing shaft.

“Ohh Chloe,” he groans and his hands reach for my hair. He pulls me closer to him, but I resist a little.

It’s not quite time to take all of him. I want to prolong the moment as long as possible.

Gently, I nibble on his tip and suck on it like a candy. I swirl it around my mouth. Meanwhile, my fingers are busy with his balls.

They’re still trapped inside of his boxers, but my fingers have found an entry and are massaging and rolling them around. I play with them as if they’re stress balls.

A growl starts deep in his throat and cascades over his lips. Animalistic.

Fuck.

He’s so fucking hot.

Every time I hold his fucking massive cock, I salivate at the sight of it.

I know he and Cassie joked the other day about him being a porn star, but fuck he’d be the perfect fit.

There’s an unexpected drop as the plane finds an air pocket and I’m thrown on top of Aaron.

My face hits his pubic bone and my mouth is on his entire cock. I can feel the tip of him right down my throat.

I scramble back to my knees and now that I’ve latched on to him, I keep sucking.

And then I move off him.

I look around and see him panting heavily.

My fingers reach for another slice of olive and I rest it on the tip of his cock. Then I let my tongue reach for it.

Fucking delicious. A salty olive caked in pre-cum juices. It tasted like nothing I’ve ever tasted before.

Straight away, I find another olive and do it again.

Then I lick the liquid part off him.

Aarons’ growling is getting louder.

He reaches for me and tries to shove my head onto his throbbing cock. I love the way it pulses in anticipation.

My own pussy is so fucking wet. I’m sure there’s a pool underneath of me.

When the last of the olive is gone, I tip the drink slowly over his cock.

He shivers and I can see pleasure rip through him. His hips move upward to meet me.

I bend over him and start licking and sucking.

Wow. Fucking fantastic.

By the time I’ve cleaned up the alcohol, I can feel Aaron is close to coming. His body is tensing and his cock’s so thick I fear it might explode.

I feel him push all the way into my mouth. He starts to thrust into me with all his might. He’s bucking his hips toward me and I’m reminded of a wild stallion. He needs taming.

I bob up and down on him, as fast as I can. At the same time, my hands squeeze and knead his balls.

Not much longer and he’ll unload inside of me.

There’s an all mighty clenching of muscles and his hand's grip hard onto my hair, almost ripping some of it out.

When I feel the first drops of his creamy cum squirt into my throat, I pull away from him. I push my chest out to catch the fountain of cum that just keeps erupting from his fucking cock.

I smear it over my tits and down onto my abdomen. Then I bring my index finger to my lips and suck on it.

When I’ve cleaned it all off, I pull it out with a loud pop.

Aaron sits up and joins my finger. He smears his own juices all over me. Then he lifts it to my mouth where I hungrily suck it clean.

The pop it makes when he pulls out is music to my ears.