Mika’s excitement is evident and infectious. We have been on board for about twenty minutes and although I never been a fan of flying, I feel safe and at ease with Mika.
“So, Sweet Pea, would you like a tour? I think we still have some time before takeoff. Sean will let us know when he’s ready to fly.”
“Sean is flying us?”
“He has many talents,” Mika chuckles. “Besides, he’s excited. The Gulf is his baby.”
“The Gulf?”
“The jet, Sweet Pea. It’s a Gulfstream 5 / V / SP / 500. This baby has a range of 6,500 nautical miles and it’s been completely customized.”
“I really have no idea what any of that means. Well, I understand the customized part…”
Mika leans in and plants a kiss on my forehead.
“That’s what’s great about you. You’re always honest…no pretenses. So refreshing,” he says as he gently strokes my cheek with his thumb.
“Come, let me show you around.”
Mika leads me around the very spacious jet. The jet seats eight people quite comfortably and I find myself studying the beautifully designed cabin. The plane’s interior is done up in several shades of white, which would be clinical were it not for the bursts of color provided by the art displayed generously, but not overwhelming, all over the cabin. In fact, had I just seen pictures of this beautiful space I would have never guessed it was a plane.
“I don’t know much about planes but this one is quite exquisite,” I tell him.
I detect more than a hint of pride in his voice when he answers.
“Mikaela designed the interior. That’s what she loves to do, decorate and design. You should take a look at her clothing line. She designs stunning clothes. In fact, the dress you wore the other night is one of her designs.”
“Wow! Color me impressed! I absolutely adored that dress!”
The mention of her name brings up the question.
“Will you be okay leaving Mikaela? I mean, I know it’s just for a few days but…”
The rest of my thoughts die on my lips when I see the look on his face. It’s so tender, so loving, that it floors me into silence.
Mika cups my face with his hands and gently brushes my lips with his. He rests his forehead against mine, his beautiful blue irises piercing into my dark brown ones.
“Hardwick will be at her side while we are gone, Sweet Pea. We all grew up together. He will take excellent care of her,” he says as he pulls me toward the back of the plane. “Her best friend Becky will continue to sit with her at night and Sasha, her other best friend, will be there too. She’s been out of town—I’m sure she has told me where—but, well, you’ll see what I mean when you meet her. She’s kind of intense.”
I chuckle because it is clear to me that she makes him uncomfortable but he accepts her for his sister. He adores Mikaela, that much is obvious.
There is a small, fully stocked bar with two high chairs in front of it. There is tiny a bathroom right across from it, which Mika quickly shows me. He seems impatient as he pulls me along a little further.
“Now this is my favorite part of the Gulf,” Mika says as he winks at me.
We enter a surprisingly spacious bedroom. There is enough room for a king size bed and I immediately notice the silk sheets. The room is aesthetically pleasing and bursting with color. Different shades of teal and yellow make it feel homey while the décor keeps things elegant.
“There is a bathroom back there if you want to freshen up in a bit but I think it’s time for us to sit down now. We should wait to get to about 10,000 feet up in the air before we walk around.”
Mika takes my hand and leads me back to our seats. When I sit he expertly buckles me in, all the while his eyes never leaving mine. His beautiful lips curl into a sexy smile and all I seem to be able to think about is how much I want to kiss that amazingly talented mouth of his. He grants me my unspoken request and leans down, capturing my mouth with his. The kiss is passionate and wonderfully deep, but unfortunately cut short. The stewardess approaches and clears her throat.
“Excuse me, Mr. Kingsley? Sean told me to inform you that we are about to take off. Are you ready to take your seat?” She smiles brightly at him, not sparing me a glance.
Mika bites my bottom lip playfully before he pulls away. I’m already putty in his hands; I begrudgingly think to myself.
Mika sinks into the seat beside me and as he buckles himself in he looks up and tells the girl, “Okay Claire, let him know we are ready for takeoff.”
Before I even look at her, I know she’s blushing heavily.
“Certainly, Mr. Kingsley.”
She turns on her heel, looking flustered, and disappears into the cockpit. This man has an inconceivable effect on the female species. For reasons I cannot explain, I feel myself getting highly annoyed with the girl. Am I jealous? I force myself to look out the window and pretend to be engrossed with what’s going on out there. Mika takes my hand in his and gives it a little squeeze.
“Is everything okay, Raeva?”
I smile and simply nod my head. Mika winks at me and leans in to whisper in my ear. “Don’t worry baby, we will pick up where we left off soon enough.”
And just that simple statement sets my loins on fire.
* * *
It isn’t long after we reach 10,000 feet when the stewardess reappears to announce we have reached altitude and to ask Mika if she can get anything, anything at all, for him. I immediately love Mika’s response. With his gaze fixed on my face, he responds.
“I have everything I need right here, thank you.”
She smiles tightly when she turns to face me and begrudgingly asks me the same. Why does this woman get under my skin? I break eye contact with Mika and smile at her with all the friendliness I can muster and decline.
“I have exactly what I need, too. Thank you, Claire.”
She just nods and takes her leave. I watch her walk away and when I turn to look at Mika he’s right in front of me. He unbuckles me and in a hot second I’m pulled into his strong arms. He wraps my legs around his waist as his lips find his favorite spot on my neck. “Have I told you how beautiful you look today?” he whispers into my nape.
“And I love the easy access…” he growls as he destroys my panties.
He rips them apart in one fluid motion with such amazing ease. My heart catches in my throat as he lifts the shredded garment to his face and fully inhales the scent of me, all of my day long pent-up desire for him, his eyes closing as hunger spreads across his face.
One hand fists into my hair while the other holds me up and simultaneously caresses my backside. Our mouths find each other and our tongues collide. The kiss is passionate and frantic, as if we are on the verge of starving, and need to sate our hunger for each other. And I am. I am truly starving for him, in every sense of the word. I have lost all track of external awareness and everything falls away. My hands fly up into his hair, stroking and pulling, as we continue our passionate osculation. I feel the evidence of his want pressing against me, which only fuels my fire. The sudden shock of a cold surface threatens to rudely awaken me from the fog I’m in, but before I can even fully comprehend his intent, he deposits me on top of the bar. His hands pull the most intimate part of me to his mouth roughly and with determination. I moan quite loudly as he takes that little bundle of nerves between his lips and sucks—hard. He’s licking me thoroughly using lengthy, quintessential strokes, claiming his prize with his eager mouth. It’s not long before he brings me to an earth-shattering orgasm. He doesn’t give me a second to recover as he continues his sweet oral assault. Suddenly he thrusts two fingers into me and I gasp vehemently in pleasure.
“Yes, Sweet Pea, let me hear you baby,” he growls as his fingers stroke my walls. He’s plunging in and out of me while his delicious mouth is paying equally perfect attention to my clit. He finds that special spot deep within my walls and strokes it with unmatched determination and, all too soon, I am screaming his name as I come again. Somewhere in the background I hear the unbuckling of a belt.
“You have no fucking idea how badly I want you, we need to get on some kind of birth control. I want to bury my cock in you bare so that I can feel every perfect inch of you,” he says as he teases my opening with his member, stroking along my sensitive folds.
I can barely stand it, my need for him putting me on the edge of desperation.
“I’m on the pill,” I whimper.
Mika’s eyes light up light a kid in a candy store with access to unlimited amounts of candy.
“Thank fuck,” he growls as he plunges into me with one fierce stroke, filling me up completely to the hilt.
I gasp, not even caring that the sudden invasion slightly stings. Instead I welcome the pain, relishing his fullness completely.
“Holy fuck, you feel amazing Raeva,” he breathes.
He pulls out slowly and then thrusts into me again ferociously, never faltering in his sweet, agonizingly fast rhythm. My nails are digging into his back as I desperately try to absorb the multitude of his strokes by meeting his thrusts. I whimper as he moans. The sounds he’s making are only turning me on more. I feel the now familiar tingle of a spectacular orgasm building inside of me when my eyes suddenly lock onto a pair of icy irises. Behind a privacy curtain on the other side of the cabin stands Claire, the stewardess, staring at us in shock. Envy is written all over her face and instead of feeling mortified, I feel justified. I have this overwhelming need to make her understand that he’s mine.
I delay breaking eye contact and in a snap decision—one that I would never have guessed I’d make—I look her straight in the eye as I tell Mika, “Yes…oh god Mika…don’t stop.”
He obliges, pumping into me harder, faster. My eyes roll to the back of my head and all I can focus on are the glorious waves that wash over me. Mika loudly follows me seconds later, my name falling from his lips like a serenade. When I peek, Claire has disappeared, but at this point I’m too deliciously delirious to even care. Mika scoops me up and carries me to the bedroom, taking me straight into the bathroom.
“Let’s shower, beautiful.”
I just look at him and nod, smiling shyly. Seriously, when am I going to stop feeling this shy around him? He has just taken me, on top of a bar on a private jet, with the stewardess watching in the wings. Now he wants to shower with me and I feel mortified? While I’m talking myself down, Mika turns on the shower.
“Come.” he says in that commanding tone of his.
“It’ll take a bit more than you just telling me,” I say as I walk past him, flashing him a wink.
The look on his face is priceless and I burst out laughing. “Oh, you’ll pay for that Sweet Pea, mark my words.”
Mika follows me into the shower and shuts the door behind him. He prowls toward me, his gorgeous eyes locking onto mine, and I feel my knees buckle. He flashes me that sexy grin of his. The bastard knows the effect he has on me, I think begrudgingly. Mika pumps some soap into his hands and rubs them together to lather up. He positions himself behind me and mere seconds later I feel his magnificent hands all over my body. The man is washing me like it’s his job, not missing an inch of skin. I feel his erection pressing against me and I am dying to feel him inside of me.
“Hmmm you’re so soft, so perfect,” he murmurs.
Mika’s strong hands are gently stroking my shoulders, his talented mouth on my neck, and I feel euphoric. His hands have found my breasts, tenderly yet firmly massaging them. I gasp as he rolls my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, applying just the perfect amount of pressure. I can feel another orgasm building deep in my belly. And then, just as I am about to come, he stops. I groan with displeasure.
“What’s wrong. Sweet Pea?”
He looks at me, a quasi-innocent look plastered on that unparalleled face of his. He starts washing himself, his hands gliding all over his exemplary body. I know what game he’s playing and I’m not about to let him win without a fight. I smile at him sweetly. I brush my lips against his ever so briefly before I sink down to my knees and, without warning or hesitation, wrap my hands and lips around his impressive member. I stroke him as my tongue circles his head. I suck, gently first, then harder. My teeth gently graze his cock while I direct my hand to make twisting motions, as if I’m using a screwdriver. Instinctively I relax my throat and then take him as deep as I can, hitting the back of my throat. I’m pleasantly surprised and equally impressed by my apparent lack of a gag reflex. I swirl my tongue along the shaft every time I retract, eliciting delicious moans from Mika.
“Yes… just like that… Good god, Sweet Pea… you suck like a dream.”
His words inspire me, making me greedier. With singular enthusiasm, I stroke and suck him with everything I have. His hands fist into my hair, holding my head in place. He starts thrusting his hips, fucking my mouth. I continue to suck as he pumps his cock in and out of my mouth.
“Holy fuck, Raeva…I’m getting close,” he grunts.
I’m beyond eager for his climax so I worship his beautiful cock with my mouth as if it is my new religion.
“Raeva…” Mika groans loudly as I suck hard, muttering breathless praises.
When thick spurts of his erotic juices flow into my mouth, I swallow. I marvel as his body shudders with pleasure. Mika hooks my chin with his thumb and index finger, guiding me to face him. I lick my lips as our eyes lock.
“Holy fuck,” he breathes.
I smirk at him, feeling especially pleased with myself.
“You just bought yourself a heap of trouble, Sweet Pea,” he says ominously.
He leads me from the shower stall and wraps me in a big, plush towel. He then expertly wraps a smaller towel around my head before scooping me up like I weigh nothing. He carries me into the bedroom and deposits me gently onto the big, comfortable bed. When my head hits the pillow, I realize how exhausted I am but when Mika crawls toward me, spreading my legs as he does so, my tiredness is soon forgotten. He sinks into me, deliciously slow, and groans as he fills me.
“You were made for me, Raeva,” he whispers against my throat.
“You’re mine…tell me.”
“Yes…yours.” I manage to breathe.
He continues to make love to me, slowly and thoroughly, until we are both spent and have about a dozen orgasms between us. Curled together like a pretzel, completely sated and delirious, we drift into dreamland.