(Present Day)

In the Air

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COREY LED ME INTO THE private suite at the back of the plane, locking the door behind us. He took off his jacket and draped it over a chair, and then he stared at me.

Smiling, he pulled me against his chest and rubbed his hands up and down my back. “I can’t believe you just did that, Hayley.”

“You didn’t like it?”

“I fucking loved it.”

I blushed as he kissed my lips, as he whispered, “Your mouth is perfection.”

Not saying another word, he ran his hands up and down my arms. He was looking into my eyes, looking as if he was trying to read my mind.

“I have to ask first,” he whispered, pressing a kiss against my forehead. “I don’t want to assume anything, regardless of what you’ve been saying lately.”

“What do you mean?”

“I need to know if you want this, if I can be your first,” he said, letting a sexy smirk cross his lips.

“Depends. Are you going to be rough with me?”

“Not for your first time.” He kissed me. “After that, all bets are off.”

I smiled, nodding. “Yes, I want this.”

He pressed a soft kiss on my forehead, and then he stepped back. He looked me up and down, making me blush all over, and then he spun me around so I was facing the door.

Unzipping my dress, he blew warm kisses against the back of my neck. Pushing the straps off my shoulder and letting the fabric fall in a pool of silk to the floor, he unclasped my bra and palmed my breasts from behind.

He slid his hand between my thighs and tore off my panties—letting them fall on top of my dress.

“Bend over for me, for a second,” he whispered.

“What?”

“You heard me.” He slapped my ass. “Bend over for me, for a second.”

Confused, I placed my hands onto the grey couch in front of me and slowly bent over. I looked over my shoulder and saw him getting down on his knees, palming my cheeks with his hands.

“Ahhhh....” I moaned as he slid a finger into my pussy, as he pressed his lips against me and blew soft kisses against my clit. Then he slipped in two fingers, slowly pushing them in and out—as deep as they could go.

He blew one last kiss against me, and then he stood to his feet again, pulling me up from the couch. He kept me facing the door, so my back was to his front.

“I just wanted to make sure you were wet enough,” he whispered into my ear. “But you’re always soaking wet for me.”

Palming my breasts from behind, he pressed kisses against the back of my shoulder. As he teased my nipples, I felt his cock hardening against my ass.

He let out a low laugh and spun me around to face him, immediately crashing his lips against mine and owning my mouth like only he could.

“Get on the bed, Hayley,” he whispered between breaths. “Now.”

I didn’t listen. I continued kissing him, shutting my eyes and relishing in the feel of his tongue taming mine. He suddenly bit down on my bottom lip—hard, and he silently commanding to get into the bed with his eyes.

I nodded and he let my mouth go.

I moved to the blue sheeted bed in the corner of the room, watching him undress. He unbuttoned his white shirt, revealing the perfect six-pack of abs that I’d slept against for the past few weeks. And he took off his pants, I couldn’t help but stare at his hardened cock all over again.

I was still in utter awe that I’d fit all of his inches into my mouth.

Blushing as he caught me staring, I bit my bottom lip.

Grabbing something from his jacket pocket, he walked over to the bed and climbed on top of me. He entwined my hands with his and pressed his mouth against mine, kissing me thoroughly. Deeply.

He didn’t let go of my mouth until I was damn near out of breath, and he only pulled away when he heard me struggling to murmur his name.

“Yes, Hayley?” He looked at me.

I was too breathless to speak.

He unwrapped a condom and looked into my eyes as he put it on. I reached up to run my hand against his length, and he caressed my legs—slowly spreading them apart.

Sliding his hands between my thighs, he aligned the tip of his cock with my pussy.

“Grab the headboard,” he whispered.

“Now?”

“Right now.”

I raised my hands above my head and gripped the metal frame behind me.

He smiled and leaned over me, trailing long, wet kisses against my neck and my breasts—swirling his tongue against each of my nipples.

Positioning himself over me, he kept his eyes on mine. Then he slowly entered me inch by inch.

“Ahhhh, Corey...” I cried out at the unfamiliar pain, gripping onto the headboard as he buried himself even deeper.

Stopping when he was halfway inside of me, he whispered. “Do you want me to stop?”

I shook my head.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes...”

He stopped anyway and pulled out of me, completely catching me off-guard.

“What are you doing?”

“Making this better for you,” he said, smiling. “We’re going to do this another way.” He stood up, and then he slid his hands under my legs—pulling me to the edge of the bed.

He lifted my right leg around his waist, and then he entered me again—much slower this time, and the slight pain of him filling me was laced with a side of pleasure I’d never felt before.

When he was completely inside of me, he whispered, “Wrap your other leg around me.”

I obliged, and seconds later he lifted me up and carried me to the couch. Keeping me still on his cock, he sat down and gripped my hips, slowly rocking me against him.

“Is this better?” He kissed me.

“Yes...”

He sucked my nipple into his mouth and groaned before returning his mouth to mine. He kept me locked in his arms for what felt forever—moving me back and forth against him, torturing me with his kisses, until he reached his own release.

Ending our kiss, he whispered to ask if I was okay.

I couldn’t answer yet.

“Hayley?” he said my name again.

“Yeah?” I looked at him.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded. “Can I say something right now?”

He smiled. “You’re going to do it whether I say yes or no.”

“I always wanted my first to be you.”