Page 53 of Mr. Red

“I was wondering when you’d come up here,” he says.

I close the door behind me for no reason at all. There’s no one else on the plane. His hands are off the controls, and I think my dirty thoughts are about to become a reality.

He has a headset on. It makes me wonder if people are listening.

“Can they hear you right now?” I whisper as I sit in the seat next to him.

“Who?” he furrows his brow.

“I don’t know, air traffic control?” I shrug.

“I have to push a button for them to hear me.”

“Oh good.” My shoulders release from my ears as I let out a breath. My plans of doing the captain are about to come true.

I bite my lip, thinking now is a good time. I take the two steps over to him and straddle his lap, being careful not to hit any levers or buttons. He looks down at my legs on top of him and then up at me with a devilish grin.

I lean down and start making out with him. He leaves the headphones on but maneuvers the mouthpiece away. The sandalwood and man smell of him consumes me.

His hands cup my ass and graze over that wonderful, sweet spot through the fabric. I regret my decision to wear pants.

I unbutton his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest and abs. Then I kiss his neck and suck on the spot below his earlobe. A small, quiet moan escapes him as he hardens beneath me.

“I shouldn’t be doing anything but flying this plane.” He’s out of breath, but continues exploring my body with his hands.

“Isn’t it called a cockpit for a reason?” I whisper close to his ear, opposite the mouthpiece—just in case someone can hear me on the other end. I sit up, and he stares back at me with wild eyes.

I start to undo his pants, pulling out his dick.

“This needs to be quick,” he commands.

“Someone feeling a little nervous?” I grin. “Welcome to the club.”

He starts pulling at my pants. I stand up and pull them down along with my underwear as quick as I can. He lifts his hips to pull down his pants, pulling out a condom from a pocket. He puts it on, staring at me the entire time. Once it’s in place, I straddle him again. He starts rubbing my clit and I grind against him as we make out.

I pull away and hold myself above him while positioning him at my entrance. I make a slow descent, savoring the feeling of being stretched by him. His breath hitches, but he keeps moving his thumb over my clit.

A small moan escapes me while I move up and down in slow motion. My eyes widen at the noise. Matt has had enough of me controlling this scenario and begins thrusting, setting a faster pace. I lift enough so he can continue to pound into my pussy.

“Fuck yes!” I whisper as he grabs my ass cheeks harder and spreads them apart. He keeps thrusting, sometimes hard, sometimes slowing down. Trying to be quiet is hard. We’restaring at one another, and the glare is so intense I have to break it. I bend down and kiss him. Thinking about how I’m on a private plane and the guy I’m fucking is the captain has me caught up in an orgasm quick. I let go, keeping our lips locked.

I hear some sort of muffled voice say, “To Whiskey Foxtrot, climb and maintain to twenty-two thousand.”

Matt responds, pushing a button behind me. “Whiskey Foxtrot, heading confirmed to twenty-two thousand.”

He keeps thrusting, picking up his pace and finishes within seconds. He smacks my ass while he’s still inside me, trying to catch his breath.

I get off his lap and pick up my pants. Then I sit back down in the seat next to him with a smug grin. He’s looking over at the controls and pushes some buttons, adjusting the steering. Once he accomplishes his tasks, he fixes his pants in frazzled movements. He flicks his wrist with the watch and his other hand moves through his brown head of hair. It’s funny seeing Matt lose his cool.

“Best flight ever,” I chuckle.

He shakes his head back and forth. “I can’t believe we did that,” he says under his breath.

Chapter 30

Scarlett

“Welcome to San Diego, sweetheart,” Matt turns to me after landing the plane.