Kayla
My father hadn’t been well for a very long time. It wasn’t a surprise when my mother called me to tell me he was in the hospital, but it still had me very emotional. I was close to my mother and loved her so much; my father had been much harder to be close to over the years.
He had gone from an angry work-a-holic to an angry retired man. There just wasn’t anything that would make him happy. He refused to take care of his health and consistently required hospitalizations. He still smoked cigarettes and my mother and I had thought lung cancer would be what would eventually get him. Instead it appeared his blood vessels, which had been damaged by forty years of smoking, had finally given up.
My mother seemed calm on the phone at least, that was a blessing. Typically she was a ball of nerves as she tried to do everything right and never upset my father. Unfortunately, it was impossible not to upset him sooner or later.
I had asked my mother why she didn’t leave him, why would she stay with a man that had such violent mood swings? Her answer was one of a martyr, or perhaps just a sad woman; she didn’t want to abandon him.
I remembered the day I left for college. I remembered telling myself that I would never let a man ruin my life like my father had done to my mother. She had dropped all her dreams to help him reach his. Now where was she? She was sitting in a hospital room waiting for him to die so she could finally live the life she wanted to live. It was horribly sad.
It was a novel idea to stay with a mentally ill man who was dangerous purely because she didn’t want to abandon him, but after working with Matthew Storm I sort of understood where she was coming from. Of course, Matthew wasn’t abusive or anything like that, but I understood the concept of loving someone despite their faults. My father’s faults had been more than I thought my mother should have to endure, but it was her life and her decision. For me, I had pulled away from all interactions with my father after my first year of college.
It was on Christmas break, my first year of college, that my father lost his temper and slapped me. His anger wasn’t even toward anything I could remember, perhaps something to do with the meal preparations or holiday events. It wasn’t the first time I thought my father would hit me…but it was the first time he actually did it. But whatever his reason; I never forgave him and limited my interactions to my mother only for the last several years. But if he was going to die, I wanted to at least say goodbye. I wanted the closure.
“This is amazing,” I said to Matthew as we boarded the private charter jet.
“It is pretty cool to fly this way.”
“Thank you again so much, I would have hated myself forever if I hadn’t at least gone home to say my goodbyes to my father.”
“Do you think he will die?”
“Is it horrible that I’m alright with him not making it? That’s horrible right?”
“Kayla, I don’t know about your past, but what I do know is that anger that lives in your soul is the worst kind.”
His words were actually very insightful for not knowing or understanding my family situation. I wondered if he had experienced some anger toward his own father. I had read some tabloid things about a feud between the two of them and I hadn’t really heard him talk about his family ever. But I figured it wasn’t the best time to open that wound.
“Thanks,” I said as I cuddled next to him on the couch.
“Mr. Storm, we will be taking off shortly and the flight should last two and a half hours. Can I get you two something to drink?” the male steward asked.
“Vodka Sours,” Matthew said with a smile.
“Yes, that sounds perfect,” I added.
As we took off and drank our vodka’s, I couldn’t help but be grateful that Matthew and I had met. It had only been a few short months before that we had run into each other on the streets of Illinois and now we were on our way back there.
“I need to tell you something,” I said to Matthew as I climbed onto his lap and straddled him.
The steward was up near the cockpit area with the curtain closed for privacy. I kept looking back over that way to make sure he wasn’t going to pop the curtain open and come back out.
“Yes ma’am, what would you like to tell me? I’m awesome, the best boyfriend in the world. You can’t live without me?” Matthew said as he smiled the cheesiest smile I had ever seen.
“Did you say, boyfriend?”
“I’m caving in. There’s no one I’d rather spend my time with. I’m officially using the B word.”
“Wow, that’s pretty big boy stuff there. Are you sure you can handle it?” I teased him as I started to unzip his pants.
“I’m a big boy, I think the question is; can you handle it?”
“I’m not sure we should go public with it. But I can handle it in private,” I said as I kissed him.
Matthew grabbed me and flipped me onto my back on the couch. He quickly pulled up my skirt and pressed my panties to the side as I felt him press into me.
“Are you sure you can handle it?” He teased me.
“Ooooh,” I moaned out. “I can handle it,” I said loudly.
“Shhh,” Matthew said as his hand covered my mouth.
I lovingly and gently bit onto his finger and then started to suck on it. He closed his eyes in delight as his hips moved into me deeper. His thrusts were slow and deep and I loved every second. The feeling of having him on top of me was perfect and I just wished we were alone so I could moan and scream with pleasure.
Matthew moved his lips near my ear as we moved together and the sound of his voice totally did me in.
“I love fucking you Kayla, I love working with you, I love your brain, your body, your lips,” Matthew whispered.
My body reacted with pleasure and I tightened around Matthew as he thrust harder and harder inside of me. My hand grabbed him and held on as he moved deep inside of me and I felt myself give in to the pleasure that his words and body had delivered.
“Oh, my God. Oh, yes. Oh, oh, oh,” I moaned out.
The moans were clearly audible beyond Matthew’s efforts to quiet them. As I finally exploded with a tightness throughout my body, I felt Matthew thrust one last deep time as he released inside of me.
I held onto him for a moment and delighted in the naughtiness of our actions. Then I peaked at the curtain to see if our steward had been disturbed by our actions.
“He’s not coming out here until I call him and ask for something,” Matthew said.
“Sorry I was so loud,” I giggled.
“I loved it.”
Matthew kissed me one last time as we covered ourselves up and lay together to catch a nap for the rest of the flight. The last few days had been exhausting and I knew the next few ahead of me were going to be equally as bad. I was really happy to have Matthew with me; he gave me the strength I needed. It didn’t hurt that he was sexy as hell and had just told me he loved me.