The Pact(67)

It feels so damn nice to have someone who has your back.

“You know what I’m going to do for you today?”

She purses her lips. “I dunno. I think you’ve done more than enough for me already.”

“I’m taking you into the sky.”

“The sky?”

I point up. “Helicopter. Me. You. Now.”

“Okay, caveman. Remember the last time you tried to take me up there on short notice?”

I nod. “Yes. But that was then and this is now. I know a guy who will let me take his chopper for an hour or two.”

She snorts. “You know a guy,” she repeats back slowly, “who owns a helicopter, who will just let you take it.”

“Yes. His name is Daryl.”

She stares at me for a few beats and then shrugs. “All right then.”

It’s true that I know a guy named Daryl who owns a helicopter. I’m not entirely sure if he’ll let me take it but I’ve been doing a lot of work for him lately, flying around photographers when he’s been too booked up, and I think I can strike a bargain with him.

I excuse myself and go into the bedroom to call him. Ten minutes later, after I’ve promised to do some work for free on my days off, he says I’ve got the chopper.

An hour after that, we’re in San Rafael and we’re taking off.

Stephanie looks absolutely giddy and extremely cute with her giant headphones on. I slip on my aviator shades and for the first time in a long time, I feel absolutely cool. You’d think that flying helicopters would be the most consistently cool and interesting job in the world, and it kind of is. Except when you’ve been doing it nearly every day for years. Then it just becomes a job. I’d assume commercial airline pilots probably feel the same way.

Watching Stephanie beside me as we lift off is like seeing it all from her eyes, like flying for the first time. I know she’s been with me a few times before, but this time it’s different. It’s for us. And she makes me feel like I’m the cock of the walk.

Speaking of cock…

After I zip us around Point Reyes and as far as Mendocino, pointing out where we were on the coast just last weekend, I give her a suggestive look and unzip my fly.

“Linden,” she says through the microphone. “What are you doing?”

“C&C baby,” I tell her with a huge grin. “Told you this would happen one day.”

“Are you serious?”

I nod. But the minute she puts her hand on my dick, groping the hard contours through my jeans, I realize there is no way in hell this could happen without us both dying in a horrific accident.

I clench my jaw, so completely turned-on, but somehow have the strength to say, “You know what, on second thought…”

She smiles at me and removes her hand. “That’s what I thought.”

“You render me useless with your tongue, you know,” I tell her.

She just continues smiling, pleased with herself.

But when I land the chopper back down at Daryl’s compound, all bets are off. There’s no one around at this exact moment and I know this won’t take long.

“Get in the backseat,” I tell her as the rotors slowly whir to a still.

She gives me an incredulous look but, what a fucking trooper this girl is, she gets in the back.

It’s not quite cock in the cockpit but it’s close enough. As soon as I sit down, she’s crawling on top of me, shaking that ass of hers in the air and stroking me through my jeans. I’ve pretty much been hard the entire time I’ve been flying. When I go to unzip my pants though, she slaps my hand away with a wicked look on her face.

“I don’t think so,” she says. “I want to see just how turned on I can make you.”

“Oh, baby blue, you can make me unbearably, painfully turned on. It’s fucking torture.”

“Good,” she says, grabbing me harder. I buck against the fabric, aching for more. She rubs my length, squeezing at the right spots and says, “I can feel your heat.”

“You’ll feel it better if you put me in your mouth.”

Finally, after what seems like an agonizing eternity, she slowly undoes the zipper and pulls me out. My cock is as stiff as cement and dark from all the blood flow. She smiles at the precum on the tip and uses it to lubricate her hand as she slides it slickly along my length.

I gasp, feeling very much like a kid in high school. I’m high on adrenaline from the flight and too turned on to keep it together for much longer. I have a feeling once I’m in her wet mouth, I’m going to come immediately. I’m probably not going to feel ashamed about it.

“Look, I don’t want to come in your eye or anything,” I warn her, breathless, “so if you’re going to do something you better do it now.