And just like before, it’s all for you.
Our beautiful girl stared at the luxurious interior. She was clearly impressed by the half a dozen seats all upholstered in premium white leather, the full kitchen, and the suite in the back.
Gunner had been back there earlier and left the door a little open. From where Kate was, she could see the bed, the expensive rug, and the light that burned bright in the room, illuminating it like a treasure at the end of a long tunnel—or hallway, in this case.
“Wow,” she stammered awkwardly. “This is amazing.”
“You better believe it, Kitty-Kat,” Gunner growled. “This is how you live from now on. Private planes. Good food. Fine champagne. It’s a helluva lifestyle.”
Interesting.
Normally, he didn’t give nicknames to any of the girls that we wanted to fuck. He doesn’t even use names, period. It’s generally “girl,” “chickie,” “chickadee,” or something else along those lines.
Yeah, pretty misogynistic.
But hey, my buddy’s bad with names.
So this was a turnaround. Not only did he remember our assistant, but Gunner had created something special for her.
And Hudson wasn’t about to be outdone.
“If you want to lie down, just go back and spread out,” Hudson drawled. “Relax. Make yourself comfortable.”
He sounded all sincere and shit, as if any “spreading out” she was going to do wouldn’t have us right there beside her—or on top of her, or inside her…
Fuck.
I had to stop thinking about what we were going to do to Kitty-Kat. She was the hottest chick we’d ever seen, hands down. The guys knew it, and so did my dick.
“For now, just chill here.” I gestured to one of the chairs. “Have a drink?”
The leather was white and soft, and it would have looked even better with her naked and spread out on top of it, legs wide and her pussy dripping wet for our hard shafts.
Aw shit.
I adjusted the thick meat in my jeans.
And slowly, Kate took a seat.
“Is there a stewardess?” she asked hesitantly, looking around. “A flight attendant of some sort?”
I chuckled at the same time as Gunner and Hudson.
“Isn’t that supposed to be you?” Hudson asked with a jerk of his chin her way.
“Oh!” She blinked around the plush cabin at us like a bolt of electricity just ran through that lovely body of hers. “Ah, yes. Helena asked me to study seatbelt safety guides and emergency landing brochures.” The girl was breathless and obviously nervous—just the way we liked our women. “I thought it was in case I had to fill in, or if we had a water landing.”
Water landing. Our girl knew all the terminology already.
“No, honey. You’re everything to us on this plane. Stewardess. Nut warmer. Whatever.” I grinned, making my smirk extra wicked.
“Oh okay,” she stammered. But then consternation crossed that pretty face and she jumped up, ready to give her speech. “First of all, please remain seated—”
We laughed and the roars filled the plane. Her cheeks flushed nice and red as she stared at all of us, confused. The poor girl didn’t realize that we were just playing around. None of us wanted to hear the stewardess song and dance. We just wanted her.
“Sit down, Kitty-Kat,” Gunner rumbled. “They’re just fucking with you.”
“Besides,” I said. “We’ve been on a fuck ton of flights. As much as I appreciate your eagerness to get started—” and damn if she didn’t look ready to point to all the exits and offer us all the in-flight service, “—you don’t need to do any kind of speech.”
Unless the chick was going to present that gorgeous fat ass of hers for us to fuck. That was a presentation I’d welcome.
“Oh, okay,” she said again, blushing even more.
Damn. This one would look fantastic with my cum splashed across those rosy cheeks.
I wanted to watch it drip like milk into her pretty, glossy mouth. My dick twitched again, firming up more.
Kate sat down then, a bundle of nerves. Shit, she was so beautiful, round and bouncy with those pink cheeks. Our princess wasn’t sure just how much we were joking with her. I had stopped thinking about jokes, though.
Because the girl was too beautiful. She bent over, the khakis stretching across her ass like an invitation.
That’s an invitation I’d take in a heartbeat.
Because Gunner was usually the one who went in for rimming. But Kate brought out the animal within. Her ass would taste incredible, musky and sweet as she backed that junk up onto my tongue. I licked my lips in anticipation.
Normally, licking a female’s back end was not my thing. That was Gunner’s job.
But with Kate, I was up for anything.
My obsession was no secret. I found myself sizing the female up again. It had to be obvious. I knew Gunner was staring at her plump butt too. If she let him, he would eat her ass like a pro. Hard Fought’s drummer tended to nasty fuck whenever it was available, getting down like none other.
But with Kate, I was ready to jump in the gutter too.
She was too gorgeous.
Absolutely tempting.
Irresistible.
And yet the innocent girl sat there, clueless, eyes wide and blinking.
That’s the bad thing about the young ones. They really have no idea. The three of us would have to spell it out for her.
So I raised my eyebrow at Gunner.
“Yo,” was my grunt.
“What?” he asked, a smug grin on his face, clearly thinking the same thing.
“You think Kate’s on it?”
I wiggled my tongue. He knew what that meant.
“Only one way to find out.”
“True.”
And when I looked up, the brunette staring at both of us, clearly confused by what was going on. Most women loved it when we acted out, but sweet Kitty-Kat just didn’t get it. She was naïve and innocent, a virgin in every respect.
“What are you talking about?” came her soft voice.
“Don’t worry about it, Kitty-Kat,” Hudson growled softly, eyes devouring the little girl.
Shit, he was going to fuck things up.
But who was I kidding?
Hunger ruled my stare as well. Plus, the bulge at my crotch was enormous now, the tip practically poking out from the waistband.
Who was doing the scaring now?
“Yeah, relax, Kitty-Kat. Ignore them,” Gunner drawled casually like it was no big deal.
But the girl couldn’t relax. I could practically read the thoughts going through her mind.
Why are they checking me out?
I didn’t try to bring any attention to myself. Look at these khakis for God’s sake! They’re hideous!
Maybe I’m just imagining it.
The thoughts were as plain as day on her face and I loved it. So many girls who came our way were hiding shit.
Hidden agendas.
Get rich quick schemes.
A hunger for money.
A desire to be famous.
But Kate was different.
This girl was as transparent as new glass. Every thought and feeling was etched onto that soft, expressive face.
I’m gonna enjoying fucking her. The brunette will be delicious every which way. She’s gonna love it too.
It was picture perfect: seeing the pleasure take over that soft, supple form and rip through her entire body like a sound wave.