When Sir grabbed my head, pulling me down on his cock, I opened wide, taking him as deep as I could. Then Master slammed into me, driving Sir’s cock deeper into my throat, making me gag.
“No teeth,” Sir said, his tone not nearly as demanding.
I made sure to avoid grazing him with my teeth while still trying to bring him as much pleasure as possible. When they took over, I submitted, allowing them to take me roughly. It felt naughty to be fucked on both ends by the sexiest men on the planet and I loved every second.
Sir groaned loudly. “Aww, sweet girl. I’m gonna come down your throat.”
I moaned, urging him to do so. I wanted to taste all of him.
Master’s hips slowed while Sir’s picked up speed. He used my mouth, his cock pulsing in warning. I sucked harder, then swallowed every drop that burst onto my tongue as his cock twitched.
I didn’t have a second to get my bearings, because the instant Sir pulled back, Master slammed into me, grabbing my hips and jerking me back onto his cock. Sir dropped down into the chair and placed my hands on the armrest, giving me something to hold on to.
The next thing I knew, I was hovering on the verge of climax, my body being pummeled by Master’s rough thrusts.
“May I come, Sir? Master? Please…oh, God! I need to come.”
They both answered with a gruff yes and I let the sensations overtake me, my orgasm rippling up from deep in my core.
“Fuck…yes,” Master groaned, driving his cock as far as possible as he held me there, pulsing as he came inside me.
I couldn’t deny, my induction into the Mile-High Club was not something that I would ever forget. Not if I lived to be two hundred.
Four
AFTER OUR IMPROMPTU EROTIC AIRPLANE session, Sir helped me put my sweater back on while Master took care to clean us both. Then they settled me back in my chair and tucked me in with a blanket.
“It’ll be a while before we get there, pet. Why don’t you rest for a bit?” Master pressed his lips to my forehead, then fixed the blanket once more.
For a few moments, I didn’t think I could possibly sleep, but the lull of the plane had me closing my eyes, my body sated, my mind finally at ease. I hadn’t given much thought to how tired I was, but due to the fact that I passed out shortly thereafter, I had to assume they had worn me out.
In the best way possible.
I probably could’ve slept for several more hours if it weren’t for Sir waking me before we started our descent to our destination.
“How long did I sleep?” I wiped my eyes and noticed it was dark outside.
“Four hours.”
I jerked upright. “Really?”
Master seemed genuinely amused by my reaction. “Really.”
Holy shit. Obviously, tired was an understatement. Which was odd, now that I thought about it. Before they’d arrived at my doorstep, I had spent most of the afternoon chilling on the sofa. Then again, I’d spent the morning at the mall.
Rather than dwell on that, my brain latched on to the fact that we had flown for approximately seven hours based on my calculations. I had no idea where that put us, but it could’ve been almost anywhere in the United States. As for outside of the U.S., I wasn’t sure.
As the three of us sat there, I stared out the window into the darkness. There were twinkling lights down below, but not as many as I would’ve expected had we been over a big city. When I looked up, I noticed they were watching me.
“Can I ask where we are now?” I directed the question at both of them.
“U.S. Virgin Islands,” Sir said simply.
Well, there you go.
“Are we going to St. Thomas?” I inquired. I’d never been, but I’d heard a lot about it. A beach holiday. Wow. That would be awesome.
“Private island,” Master replied.
Why I was surprised, I wasn’t sure. These men obviously had money. And I was pretty sure that the private jet belonged to the company, and quite possibly the island as well. It seemed to make some sense considering what they did.
Not that I really cared. In fact, I would’ve been happy wherever they took me, just as long as I was spending time with the two of them.
I knew I was getting in over my head, but it was hard not to. After all, they had showed up at my apartment and whisked me away on a private jet to a private island. Somehow, I’d hit the Dom jackpot. I considered myself pretty damn lucky.
We landed without incident, but since it was dark, I couldn’t tell where we were or how big the island was. I knew that many of them weren’t much more than five to ten acres.
