The Bar's closed, it's six fucking forty five in the morning and I can't get a drink anywhere in this damn airport. So instead I sit in front of my gate, stewing in my nervousness.
“Excuse me.”
There's a light tap on my shoulder. He's tall with dirty brown hair that tops off a straight rigid back. But there's something else, something familiar about him. Something that reminds me of Charlie, maybe it’s the ears, I don’t know. Charlie wears his auburn hair long and shaggy so I never really saw his ears except when we were in the shower. But then again, I wasn't really paying attention. I think I had other things on my mind.
This man's crew cut lets his ears stand out. A genetic twist? I would think a family resemblance that is more than that. While I am pondering this, he speaks.
“Charles sent me.”
Oh my god.
His voice. It's a different tone, different but equal
I think he wants me to stand because I feel a gentle push on my elbow. I don't think I can do that right now, my legs have turned to jelly.
“Charles is waiting.”
“I call him Charlie,” I mutter.
He laughs, a rich full laugh, not unlike Charlie’s.
“So do I mostly,” he says. "Lots of other things too.”
“What about my flight?” Really, I don't give a damn about my flight anymore.
“You tickets have been redeemed. You're on a private flight.”
A private flight?
“My name's Richard. Charlie thought you might like some assistance in joining a little club.” He smiles.
“What...I…”
“It might help your fear of flying.”
I blink at Richard.
“That man knows EVERYTHING.”
"He makes it his business, yes."
Taking my carry-on from me, he leads me down corridors and through doors to a part of the airport I've never seen. The walls are cherry wood and the carpet soft and red.
Richard drops my elbow and stops.
"Would you like to freshen up before your flight?" He gestures towards a door in the wall.
"Thank you."
The room is softly lit and moving towards the mirror, I try to fix my hair and make myself presentable. I believe in comfort when flying and I know what I must look like. A glance in the mirror confirms my suspicions. Straightening my T-shirt and brushing off my capris make me look a bit neater but the lack of makeup and the haphazard ponytail I put my hair in this morning do nothing for my appearance. Rummaging for a brush in my bag, I decide to take down my hair. Reaching up to take out the elastic, I frown at myself in the mirror. Why did I have to pack my makeup?
"Leave it up, Angel."
My hands stop in the act as his reflection appears in the mirror.
"But, I look a mess."
He smiles at me in the mirror.
"I don't think so."
Taking my hand from my hair, he turns me around and leans down to kiss my neck.
"Gives me easier access, Angel. Ready?"
I nod dumbly and allow him to lead me back outside. The similarities between Richard and he are evident as they stand next to each other. Just the coloring is different. The voice is almost the same. Listening to the two of them speak relaxes me and before I realize it, we walk through another door and out onto the tarmac.
The plane sits parked just ahead of us. My heart starts beating quickly and my feet stop.
“I need a drink.”
They both laugh and the sound makes me shiver. Not from annoyance but from excitement. I must be crazy.
Grinning down at me, Charlie takes me by the hand and leads me on board. Richard follows.
A uniformed flight attendant greets us.
“Please take your time getting settled and we’ll be departing as soon as you’re ready.”
“Can I have a drink, please?”
“Angel, you’re not going to need a drink, trust me.”
Trust him? That’s never been an issue but then again, he’s not worrying about crashing into the ground and being eaten by bears. Glancing over at him I see that look in his eyes. The look that means he’s in charge and I don’t have to worry about anything. I hope it’s true.
“Sit.”
Plopping down in the closest seat, I put my carry-on bag in front of me, buckle my seat belt and try to control my breathing.
“Where’s the safety card? I need to know where the exits are.”
Again they both laugh. Charlie’s laugh is a bit deeper than Richard’s but the timbre is the same. I wonder briefly what else is the same about the two of them. I don’t get to ask as Richard moves off to the front of the plane.
“Relax Angel.”
As much as I would like too, it’s difficult. Flying is not something I like to do under any circumstances. Even with him.
“I could if I had a drink.”
He sits next to me, takes my hand in his. It’s warm. He squeezes mine and strokes my palm with a finger.
“You don’t need a drink Angel. Just concentrate on my finger.”
It’s warm. It moves from my palm to my wrist, circling around and back.
“Close your eyes.”
His finger moves up my arm, over my t-shirt and across my shoulders, tracing a warm line that makes me shiver in longing. It stops on my breast for a moment, traces around my bra and continues moving across to the other side where it does the same. A light trace around my other breast, back across my shoulder and down to my palm. My breathing is slower now. The movement of his finger is almost hypnotic. My head goes back against the seat.
His voice purrs in my ear.
“Relax, just relax.”
His finger moves back up my arm and down my chest, drawing circles as it moves lower and lower, till it reaches my thigh and it stops. The pressure increases as two then three then all of his fingers are touching my leg. The warmth from his palm is seeping through the thin cotton of my pants. Shifting around in the seat makes the warmth spread to both legs. Then I realize there are two hands.
“Open your eyes Angel.”
He’s kneeling in front of me, a look of satisfaction on his face.
We’re in the air.
“You doubted me Angel?”
“No.” My eyes give me away.
“Angel?”
“No!” I answer more forcefully; he doesn’t need to know how scared I was. I still am.
“Defiant to the end, aren’t you? I like it. Gives me a reason.”
A reason to what?
The answer comes quickly enough.
In one swift motion he reaches over and unbuckles my belt, pulling me out of my seat.
“Take off your clothes”
I look at him. “What about the flight attendant? What about Richard?”
“Don’t worry about them. If you’re a good girl, Richard will join us later. Now Angel, take OFF those pants.”
He has a hard look to him, one that means business. A look that I would normally take as offer for an argument waiting to happen. Not with him though. Not with Charlie. He speaks. I listen.
I pull the drawstring on my capris, let them fall to the ground and step out of them.
“Sneakers.”
I toe one shoe off and then the other.
“Shirt.”
I hesitate. I’m not wearing the best bra or underwear.
“Now Angel. I’m getting impatient.”
I pull my shirt up and over my head and my defiance shows through as I stare him right in the eye.
He smirks as he reaches over to tweak a nipple. I suck in my breath.
“Bra… Now!”
It falls to floor as I pull it off, still staring him in the eye.
“Take it all off Angel. Take off that school girl underwear so I can see all of you.”
Slowly, very slowly I start to pull them down, winking as I wriggle the elastic around.
“Don’t play with me Angel.”
I’ve gone too far.
He reaches down, yanks them off and pulls me roughly towards him. His hands travel down my back to my ass and he squeezes...hard. Then hits my bottom. Just once.
I jump back. She may like it, I don’t.
“Don’t do that.”
He advances towards me, a gleam in his eye that I have never seen before. Almost as if he wanted this to happen. He pushes me back on the seat, my body flinching at the feel of the cool leather on my bottom. Leaning down, his arms braced on either side of me he speaks in a low controlled tone. It makes me shiver.
“Angel, I will do what I want, when I want. You like this.”
He whispers in my ear, lightly licking the lobe.
“I know what you want.”
He bites at my ear.
“You want sex.”
He nuzzles the side of my neck and sucks at the hollow.
“You want mind blowing, brain numbing sex.”
His hand moves it’s way up my arm and comes to rest on my breast.
“Sex, so hard and fast, you’ll feel like you’re flying all on your own.”
A whimper escapes my throat.
Twisting his fingers across my nipple once, he stands to his full height. His eyes never leave my face as he undresses. The shirt flies across the aisle, the belt makes a snap as it leaves the loops of his jeans, shoes pushed under the seat. Smirking, he steps towards me so I am eye level with the snap on his jeans.
“Take them down.”
My hands undo the snap and push down his jeans.
There’s nothing underneath.
Something comes over me. I may be an angel but right now, the dark angel is coming out to play.
Leaning forward I take him in my hand and I rub gently, up and down the hard length. He jerks for a moment. I increase the pressure. He moans softly. Smiling to myself I watch his cock get harder. It’s almost time. Rubbing and pulling gently I move him towards me. Glancing up, I see the look of pleasure that is rolling across his face.
You ain’t seen nothing yet sweetheart.
I pull on him again and take him into my mouth. He’s just as I thought he would be. Hot, hard and all man. Sucking gently I roll my tongue around and over him. My hand squeezes gently at the base and I flick my finger back and forth. Hearing a grunt from above me spurs me on to suck harder, make more pressure. Moving up I lick the tip and then work my way back down. His hands twist into my hair and he pushes me back and forth, setting a rhythm for me. I am enjoying this. The feel of him inside my mouth is making me hot and I can feel the wetness grow between my legs. Taking one hand off him, I move it between my legs and rub in time to his movement.
The moan gives me away.
Suddenly he pulls back, grabs my hand from between my legs and pulls me to my feet.
“Naughty Angel. You forget who’s in charge.”
Turning me around, he puts his hand on my back and pushes down so that I am leaning over the seat. Charlie reaches around with one hand and grabs at my breast. Pinching the nipple makes me cry out but it also makes me wetter. His other hand plays with my ponytail.
“Told you to leave it up.”
His hand moves down and comes to rest on top of my clit. His finger slides around, playing with me. The wetness increases. My legs are going numb. Twisting back I try to rub my back against his chest. I want to feel the friction of the coarseness of his chest hair against the softness of my skin.
Charlie’s fingers continue to work their magic and I am panting from the sensation.
The plane shakes momentarily and I turn my head to look out the window but a firm pull on my ponytail stops that from happening.
“Pay attention Angel. Otherwise you’ll miss something.”
He pushes one leg between mine, spreading them so that I am bent over the top of the seat. Another firm yank on my ponytail and I feel him slide into me. He pulls me close with his free hand so I am almost standing upright and bends over to bite at my neck.
I push back and twist against him. The feel of him inside of me is wonderful. Warm hands surround my waist and he moves me against him, grinding his hips against my back. The angle makes it so I feel every movement, every thrust, every sensation.
Hands start to move up and down my body. One finds its way to my breasts, the other back between my legs. Both are rubbing, tickling, stroking, making me quiver both inside and out as I think my legs are going to give out from under me from the firm, even thrusting.
Reaching back I try to steady myself against him. It doesn’t work. He grunts and pushes in harder, faster. His fingers increase the speed of the dance they are doing on my clit. The other hand moves back and forth between my breasts, rubbing, pulling, pinching.
He bites at my shoulder, my neck, my ear. I moan…loudly.
He chuckles against my skin.
“Still nervous Angel?”
I can’t find my voice other than to whimper. I shake my head ‘no’ against his chest.
“That’s my good girl.”
Suddenly, he moves backwards so he is sitting in the seat. Without missing a stroke, without stopping the rhythm, he moves me on top of him so that I straddle his legs. His hands go about my waist and he pushes me up and down so that I am riding him. It’s too much.
Leaning back I try to bite at his neck but he’s too fast, he won’t let me. One hand comes up and he pushes his finger in.
“Taste yourself on me.”
I can’t think anymore. Somewhere in the back of my mind I feel the plane and the movements but I’m too far gone to care. Plane? I’m on a plane? I’m in Charlie’s arms and that’s all that matters right now. The world could burst into flames and I wouldn’t notice.
He bites at my neck.
I suck on his finger.
He pushes up into me.
I push down on top of him.
He grunts with the force of his thrusts.
I whimper and groan with each one.
“Come for me Angel,” he whispers against my throat. “Come with me.”
If anything he pushes in harder, faster. The friction of him sliding in and out combined with his fingers moving against me and the murmuring of sexy words against my ear push me over the edge. My muscles clamp down and I rise up and slam down on him, making him yell out as he comes inside of me…
As I become aware of my surroundings again, the only sounds I hear are the steady droning of the plane’s engines and ragged breathing against my ear. My thoughts turn to kissing him but moving any part of my body is not an option right now. I am more than content to stay wrapped on top of him, his arms holding me against his chest.
“My Angel isn’t afraid anymore.” He kisses the side of my face.
I sigh and snuggle into him. My voice hasn’t found its way back to me yet.
“No,” I whisper.
“Brave Angel.”
We sit quietly for a minute or two and then his hands start to drift across my stomach. I close my eyes and relax.
Then I feel it. Another set of hands are moving across my body.
Opening my eyes I see Richard kneeling in front of me, an identical Charlie like smirk spreading across his face.
It’s going to be a long, long flight.
