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Elliott

“You want me to get in that ?” I mutter to Hunter as we all stand in front of a small private jet. “I’ve never been on a plane before.”

“It’s easy! You get in, you sit, you fly, you land. Bam, done.” Marcus claps his hands together and I jump.

“That easy huh?”

“Yup, now come on princess, we don’t have all day.” Marcus walks to the plane, greeting the pilot and flight attendant with a nod of his head.

“We use this all the time to get to our houses and the company building. Saves on commuting.”

“How do you have your own plane?”

“Money.”

“Yeah, but aren’t these like a lot of money?” I whisper for some reason .

“Yeah they are.” He nods in agreement, “Good thing we have a lot.” He shrugs, putting his hand in mine and holding my small bag in the other as he starts walking to board the plane.

“Wait, are you sure this thing is safe?” I pull my hand from his as he takes the first couple of steps up the ramp.

I’m learning something new about myself today: I am afraid of flying. Maybe heights. Either way, a new phobia was unlocked.

“Baby girl, I would never put you in danger. Trust me?” He extends his hand for me to take again.

“Yes.” I squeeze my eyes shut, gulping down the swirling anxiety, “I trust you.” I flutter my eyelids, taking his hand, and he helps me work my way up each step. A lady greets me and I wave to her as we make our way in.

The inside looks nothing like I thought it would.

There is no row seating like in the movies, but I guess this isn’t a regular airplane.

There are four recliner-like seats on one side, two paired up and facing the other two with a table in between.

A cushioned bench on the other side of the aisle looks out two small, round windows.

There’s a hallway that leads to the back with a smaller door at the end and one on each side.

My eyes scan the various other items and features before landing on Marcus, already buckled up and ready to go.

“Well, about time.” He grumbles to us. I roll my eyes at him and stick my tongue out. He chuckles but pats the seat next to him, “Sit with me, princess.”

Hunter places my bag next to the seat, walking back to talk with the pilot as I sit down.

I am grateful that all I have are comfy clothes because I can’t imagine having to wear jeans of any sort while I sit for this long.

My leg immediately bounces, the nerves winding up inside of me.

I didn’t know a plane would put me on edge like this, maybe knowing we were flying on one beforehand would have given me the hour drive to mentally prepare myself.

Marcus places a hand on my bouncing leg, weighing it down a bit and giving it a slight squeeze. “Are you really that scared?”

“Apparently.” My voice comes out more annoyed than I mean it to, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to come off rude. I’m just on edge, is all.” I lay my body fully back in the seat, my head tilting up to the ceiling of the plane.

“No skin off my back.” He states.

I look at him, eyes squinted, “What does that even mean?”

“It’s an expression, ‘no skin off my back’, it's like saying I don’t care.” He says blankly.

I look back to the ceiling and he gives my thigh a pat.

“Alright. We are about to take off, buckle up.”

My shaky hands fumble with the seatbelt and Marcus grabs the two pieces from me, fastening them together like it’s nothing.

“We got you.”

I take a deep breath. The plane starts to move and I grasp the arm of the chair with a vice.

Shutting my eyes so I don’t have to witness the horror of this plane leaving the ground.

It feels like the minutes drag on forever as the plane slowly rolls, but then I hear the engines get louder.

The plane speeds up and I squeeze my eyes shut even tighter, like it will do something to help me right now.

Marcus pries my hand off of the chair and lets me squeeze him instead as I chant swear words in my head repeatedly.

The plane tilts upward and I feel my body do the same as the wheels leave the ground.

I stay like this, frozen until the attendant comes to tell us it’s safe to remove our seatbelts. I open my eyes slowly, but have no desire to unbuckle.

“You okay?” Hunter asks, moving closer from his seat. “Not so bad now that we’re in the air, right?”

I shake my head at him, still firmly stuck to the seat.

“You want to take a peek out the window? Might help to see it.” My hand is still in Marcus’s and he gives it a pull.

“No.” I rush out, yanking away.

“Okay, okay.” He says, pulling down the window cover. “You don’t have to.”

I take small, even breaths, trying to relax myself.

Marcus brings his hand down to my thigh, rubbing it up and down over the fabric of my sweats.

I let out a breath with how much comfort it brings me.

His hand continues the motion, but the plane shakes a bit and I grab the arm rests again.

Slamming my eyes shut, if it was going down I didn’t want to watch.

His hand squeezes my thigh, “It’s just a little turbulence. Nothing out of the ordinary, I promise. ”

I keep my eyes closed, “Why is that normal? That shouldn’t be normal.” I grit out.

“It’s when the air shifts, like a change in temp and stuff.”

“Still don’t think it should happen.”

“Well, I can’t stop that from happening.” He says quieter now, “But I can help you stop thinking about it.” His hand drags up my thigh, meeting my center, and I jolt. “Would you like me to distract you?”

I snap my eyes open and see Hunter watching from across me, “Clear the cabin.” His voice booms through the small space. The door closes to the front of the plane and a lock clicks into place.

Marcus’s finger swirls around my core, grazing my clit, and I groan at the mix of emotions.

“We can’t do this in a plane.” I rush out as my pussy soaks at the feeling of him touching me.

“Why not?” He chuckles deeply.

“What if–if the plane goes down.”

“We die very happy.” He shrugs and my eyes widen.

“Marcus.” Hunter corrects him, probably watching the color leave my face.

“My bad–Ahem. That won’t happen.” He looks at me with lazy blinks as he watches my lips part as he adds pressure on my clit. I push up from my seat wanting more, but I quickly pull back down, not wanting to leave my seat .

“Let him make you feel good, baby girl.” Hunter’s eyes watch me with a fire in them, savoring each inhale I take when Marcus works my needy clit. “Take that worry away, Marcus.”

He moves his hand off me and I scowl at him from the loss, “Got to remove this.” He says unclicking my seatbelt and I tense.

“You’re safe,” he whispers, letting his hand run under the hem of my sweats.

His fingers run through my pussy spreading my arousal on my clit.

A growl vibrates through him, “So fucking wet just by that small touch I gave you, huh? You like it when I play with your pussy, princess?”

My eyes roll, shuttering at the pleasure, “Yeah.” I moan out and he pushes a finger into me, “Fuck yes, I do. I do.”

“Eye contact, when you’re talking to me.

” He breathes out. I drag my gaze to him.

His tongue drags across his bottom lip, his expression only heightening my need to feel him but he stops his hand again, knuckles deep, “Tell me, El. Tell me how much you like it when I’m touching this pussy of yours. ”

My body shivers at his dirty words, “I love it when you play with my pussy, Marcus.” My voice is whiny from need, “Please, keep doing it.” I wiggle my hips, begging him to move inside me again. “ Please. ”

“Oh, I’m gonna. All while he watches me make you fall apart at my touch.

” He nods towards Hunter who’s still in his seat, his breaths becoming audible.

I bite down on my bottom lip at the thought of Hunter watching Marcus fuck me.

My pussy clenches around his fingers as I moan at the idea.

“Did you hear that, Hunter? She likes that idea. Getting soaked just by mentioning it.” He pumps into me slowly, the sound of my wetness filling the room.

“Yeah, the princess wants me to use her. You ready for a show, sir? ”

“Show me how hard you can make my girl cum, Flores.” Hunter’s hand palms his cock through his pants, eyes still locked on me.

“Yessir.” Marcus says, curling his fingers and bringing his palm to my clit. Each time he pumps, it rubs my clit in the most toe curling way.

“Fuck, Marcus.”

“You sound so good calling out my name.” He crashes his lips to mine.