Page 4 of Praise Me: Pilot (Praise Me Daily #6)

Haylo

M y plan to seduce Joel is coming along swimmingly.

Am I better at this seduction stuff than I realized?

All through dinner, his big hand never leaves my thigh.

He glowers at the men near us at the table.

More than once, I catch his gaze on my breasts, my mouth.

And I’m not going to lie…I am significantly warm and tense, too.

Inside my panties, in the center of my chest. Tingles are crawling all over me, leaving me buzzing.

His voice belongs to a man. It doesn’t crack and he doesn’t stutter. His words are thoughtful and he’s listening to me. Nothing like the boys my age who attempt to ask me out. Not even close.

Joel is a presence. He oozes capability and strength.

As an air force pilot, he must be brave. As a commercial one, he must have ambition. Work ethic.

I find myself eager to know more about him…before I seduce him.

It doesn’t hurt to study my subject a little, right?

It’s not like I like him. Not as a potential boyfriend.

Heck no.

I am not falling into the trap of dating a man who spends most of his time flying away from me, just like my father. I used to watch my mother cry every time Phil left the house, smelling his T-shirts while he was away. Reanimating only when he was due home.

No, my little plan is just for me. It might be petty.

Not healthy in the slightest. But I’m going to act selfishly for once.

I’m going to disregard my father’s feelings and do what feels good.

What I want. After I even the playing field, I will set my boundaries and stick to them.

Phil isn’t going to get my hopes up anymore. For once, I’m taking.

Dinner winds down and all the underclassmen help clear the plates, including me, though I’m surprised I’m eager to return to Joel’s side.

Something about him makes me feel…not judged.

Free to speak my mind and not hold back.

Not conversationally…or physically. Should my body be responding so potently to a thirty-two-year-old man?

Is a man what I’ve been holding out for all along?

“Hi,” I say, resting my hand on Joel’s shoulders from behind, memorizing the ripple that passes through his muscular back.

I like the dramatic effect I have on him.

It makes me feel…significant. “Some of the parents and their daughters are heading out to see a movie, but it looks like a sad one. I avoid those like the plague.”

He looks back at me over his shoulder. “I remember.”

Of course he does. “Do you want to go for a walk to the lake with me, instead?”

His nostrils flare slightly and God, he looks dubious. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Haylo. I think I should go back to my hotel and turn in for the night.”

I was expecting that response—and I don’t let it deter me. “Okay.” I glance toward the group of sorority sisters and parents gathering in the entryway, chewing on my bottom lip. “Maybe I will try and brave the movie after all. How bad could it be? I’m sure one of the single dads will sit with me—”

Joel stands so abruptly, he nearly knocks over his chair. “A walk sounds good.”

I clasp my hands together beneath my chin, beaming up at him. “Really?”

He opens his mouth, but no sound comes out, as if he’s distracted by my smile. “Do you want to put on a jacket or something?” The man scrutinizes my body, sounding desperate. “Maybe some baggy sweatpants?”

“It’s not even cold out, silly.”

“Right.” He swallows hard, looking like a man on the way to the gallows. “Let’s go.”

We leave out the back door of the sorority house, taking the street that leads to the lake.

We’ve only made it halfway down the block when I slip my hand into Joel’s larger, warmer one, swinging our arms playfully until he relents and cracks a smile.

That flash of teeth and the brief appearance of crow’s feet at the edges of his eyes almost stops me in my tracks.

Goodness gracious, he’s sexy. In a mature, self-assured way that apparently really appeals to me.

He’s too old to play games. He’d know exactly what to do with me.

“I hope you don’t make a habit of walking to this lake alone at night, young lady.”

For some reason the use of young lady in that stern tone makes me clench inside my panties. “Um. I take morning walks sometimes, but don’t worry. I have an industrial-sized can of pepper spray and a whistle.”

“You still shouldn’t go alone.”

“Are you going to lecture me for the whole walk, Daddy?”

His steps falters, something primal flaring in his eyes. “Don’t call me that.”

“But its parents’ weekend.” I pout at him, bringing our joined grip between my breasts and cradling it there. “You don’t want me to feel left out, do you?”

“Haylo…” He drags his free hand down his face, laughing in clear exasperation. “What the hell am I going to do with you?”

“You’re going to walk with me by the lake.” I tug him along behind me, glancing over my shoulder and catching his rapt gaze on my bottom, his chest rising and falling on a shudder. “We’re going to get to know each other better.”

“How are we going to do that?”

“Chatting, of course. Unless you have something else in mind?”

We reach the end of the street and Joel draws even beside me on the most direct walking trail, which is lit only by the moon above.

Within a few minutes, we’ve reached the hill overlooking the lake and I lead him to the solitary green, iron bench where I often sit and listen to music or an audiobook when I need a change of scenery.

Or a quiet reprieve from sorority life. In the daylight, the view is amazing.

The nighttime view is definitely a lot more romantic, though.

Moonlight shines on the still water. Crickets chirp.

Stars twinkle in the purplish black night sky.

Joel sits on the bench, visibly braced for my antics.

As well he should be, because instead of taking a seat to his left, I park myself high on his thigh, turned sideways with my arms looped around his neck.

Already I can feel his erection against the outside of my right thigh and it’s everything I can do not to purr like a kitten when he stabilizes my lower back with an arm, as if he can’t help but make me comfortable, despite his obvious discomfort.

“Haylo—”

“Do pilots eat the in-flight meals, as well? I always wondered that.”

“No, we eat before the plane takes off.”

“But what about those really long flights, like, to Australia?”

“Fine, yes. Then we take turns. There’s actually a rule that prohibits pilots and first officers eating at the same time, in case of food poisoning.”

I gasp. “Oh my gosh, can you imagine?” I shiver. “The last thing I’d want to hear over the loudspeaker is that the pilot has been poisoned. I only want to hear one thing—that we’ve started our initial descent.”

“Nervous flyer?”

“Ironic, isn’t it?” I slide my fingers up into the back of his hair, grazing his scalp with my fingernails and watching his eyelids droop in response. “Can you say it for me?”

He rolls his eyes, but he’s grinning. Then he fills the night silence with the sexiest captain’s voice anyone has ever heard in the friendly skies, I’m sure of it. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have begun our initial descent into Chicago…”

Giggling, I press our foreheads together. “Are you a member of the mile high club?”

“I’m six foot three, angel. I barely fit in those bathrooms by myself, let alone with another person.”

“No? But I could squeeze in really right,” I whisper, exhaling against his mouth. “I’d meet you in there with my panties already off to make it easier.”

“Stop.” He shakes his head no, but he’s tugging me closer, causing my outer thigh to press more securely to the ridge in his pants. “We shouldn’t be talking like this. You shouldn’t be in my fucking lap in the dark, for the chrissakes.”

Ignoring that, I stand up and face Joel, positioned within the V of his outstretched legs.

“I assume you’d need to take me from behind, right?

” Reveling in the sight of his expanding pupils and perspiring upper lip, I reach for the hem of my tank top and peel it off over my head, dropping the garment onto the bench while Joel groans loud enough to cause a break in the cricket chorus.

I was a little nervous to show a man my bare breasts for the first time, but that worry was needless, because Joel looks like he’s just seen the gates of heaven.

“Angel,” he says thickly, swallowing. “Put your shirt back on, before I forget I’m a decent man.”

“You don’t have to be decent with me tonight.

” I climb onto his lap in a straddle, wearing nothing but my short, pleated skirt and heels, tossing my hair to one side.

“I might be a virgin, but I know when a man wants to suck my nipples.” I tease my fingertips up my ribcage and pluck my dusky buds, Joel lurching beneath me. “Don’t you wonder how they taste?”

“I’ve been wondering since you walked out onto the steps tonight,” he pants, his hands gripping my hips and squeezing hard. “That doesn’t give me the right to find out.”

“I’m giving you the right.”

“Your father told me to keep my hands off you.”

“My father isn’t here right now.” I lean in and lap my tongue gently against his parted lips. “But my Daddy is.”

His gravelly moan turns my nipples to tight, little beads. “Jesus Christ, Haylo. I can’t. You’re a college freshman.”

“ Fresh being the operative word,” I murmur, dragging our lips together side to side. “Fresh and curious.” I scoot closer in his lap, finding his hardness with my mound and grind down slowly, my exhale shaky against his mouth. “And willing.”

“Fuck,” he groans. “I can tell it’s tight even through your panties.”

“It is. I can barely fit my middle finger inside when I play with myself.”

“ Oh God .” His chest is heaving now, his noble nature cracking right in front of my very eyes. “You’re going to make me come in my fucking pants.”

Lust tickles my tummy so deep inside me, I can barely stand it, my toes curling in my high heels, moisture trickling among my flesh and wetting my underwear. “I…want that.”

“You want me to soak my briefs?”

More than life itself, I realize, nodding vigorously.

Earlier tonight, I was powerless. Now, I’m a queen that rules a kingdom with the sight of her body.

A flick of her hips. This wresting back of control was my exact intent when I decided to seduce Joel, but now that my thighs are open around his hips and his hands are creeping closer and closer to my breasts, I’m only thinking about him.

Me. The cruel ache spreading below my navel.

My ulterior motive is still there in the back of my mind, but it’s playing second fiddle to the burning connection between me and Joel.

“Just a little suck, Daddy,” I whine against his mouth, treating him to another slow swivel of my hips. “I kept them so sweet for you.”

“Fuck it,” he heaves, his back coming off the bench like a shot, bending my backward in his lap, his starving mouth latching onto my breasts and sucking noisily.

Wet sounds overlap with animalistic grunts and eventually my mewls of delight join in, because I’ve never felt this concentrated tug in my core.

It’s almost alarmingly in its intensity.

So good that I have to wrap my fists in the strands of his hair and arch my back, because my pleasure has taken over.

Self-preservation and a quest for relief has the reins.

“Suck harder,” I whimper, my hips writhing in his lap, those untried tendons flexing and pulsing.

Is it natural to be this wet? I don’t know.

All I can do is buck my lower body while Joel rakes his mouth from one breast to the other, his eyes glittering up at me while he tongues my nipples, fitting my entire breast in his mouth with a hoarse sound and letting it go with a pop, before focusing once again on the straining buds that seem to be connected to the place between my thighs. “Suck, suck, suck.”

“Make all the demands you want in that little fuck-me skirt.” Unexpectedly, he grips my throat in an unwavering hand. “But I’ll make some, too. Open your pretty mouth.”

I couldn’t be more eager to do what I’m told.

He squeezes my throat while he spits in my mouth. “ Now tell me to suck them.”

“S-suck,” I cry out, his spit slipping down my chin and dripping onto my chest—and he grips my right breast in a punishing grip, closing his hard mouth around the nipples and sucking so hard his cheeks go hollow…

My reality snaps in two and my lower body tightens like a snake, before sending me flying into some vortex of physical bliss I’ve never visited before.

My sex is constricting so rapidly, I instinctively try to close my legs from the beautiful alarm of it all, but Joel’s hips are in the way and he’s humping them up and down in a frenzy, his face a mask of pain while he fights through his own release.

I’m entranced by him, this mature man in prime physical condition battling wave after wave of the storm I’m caused while his spit drips off my chin.

He's…beautiful.

He’s an animal.

He choked and spit on me and all I can think is…when is next time?

There’s a ringing somewhere. Possibly my ears.

No, it’s Joel’s phone.

Still breathing hard and looking at me like he’d be interested in throwing me down on the ground and taking our night further, he pulls the phone out of his pocket, nonetheless.

“Christ.” He swipes at the sweat on his forehead. “It’s your father.”