Title: Mile High
Author: MB Feeney
Genre: Erotica
Release Date: January 20, 2017
Summary:
When Taryn Caine was assigned a long haul flight on a private jet hired by Blazed, the hottest new band around, she never expected to end up screwing the lead vocalist, Max Reeves.
Max certainly rubbed Taryn up the wrong way from the moment he stepped foot on the jet, but can he rub her the ‘right’ way by the end of it?
Prologue
Making sure everyone else was asleep, he took hold of her hand, his many rings glinting under the dimmed overhead lights. Without a word, he led her along the aisle to the back of the plane to the boardroom that the band and their team had vacated just two hours previously.
Locking the door behind them, Max turned to her, a small smile on his face and lust darkening his eyes even more than the dark brown they already were. Still not speaking, he undid the buttons on her shirt, eyeing the name badge sitting just above her left breast; Taryn Caine would be screaming his name in less than an hour. Grinning, Max slid the white cotton off her shoulders, leaving it to fall in a puddle on the carpet at their feet. His large hands cupped her voluptuous breasts through the lace of her black bra, brushing against her nipples with the tips of his thumbs.
Pushing him away from her, she reached behind her, undid the clasp and let the bra join her shirt.
“Fucking beautiful tits,” he murmured as he bent his head and ran the tip of his tongue around one nipple, then the other, before pulling them between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, pinching and rolling them as he kissed her hard.
Slowly, she began to walk backwards, until the back of her legs hit the cool leather of one of the seats around the meeting table. Moving back away from him, she sank into the chair, pulling him to his knees.
“Spread your legs for me, beautiful,” he demanded. Parting her knees, she lifted them and hooked them over the arms either side of her, giving him full view of her pussy under the short skirt of her uniform. “No panties?” He was impressed, knowing he’d definitely caught a flash of black lace earlier in the flight as she’d bent over to pick some rubbish up. “That’s a bit presumptuous, isn’t it?”
“Maybe I was hedging my bets.” Her voice was husky, and she couldn’t hide how turned on she was just from a kiss and his playing with her nipples. Grinning, he leaned forward and ran his tongue along her slit causing her to shiver. He noted she wasn’t completely bare, but neatly trimmed. His dick approved as it hardened against the zip of his jeans. His beard scratched against the soft skin inside her thighs, heightening her arousal.
“This is going to be fun,” he mumbled against her, making sure the vibrations from his deep voice hit her clit, making her squirm in the chair against him. Grinning, he began to tease the bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue. To stop her wriggling around, he reached up with one hand to caress and tease one of her breasts, effectively pinning her to the chair with a strong, tattooed arm.
Her moans of disappointment filled the room when he stood up without warning.
“Don’t move,” he commanded, not looking at her.
Through lidded eyes, she watched him walk to the door, open it, and lean his torso out. When he closed and relocked the door, he turned to face her holding a cushion in his hands. The look on his face was pure determination as he stalked towards her, making her slightly nervous but even more turned on. When he reached her, legs still spread on the chair, he lifted her arse off it and slid the soft cushion beneath her. Kneeling down once more, he plunged his tongue into her warm depth as he circled her clit with a thumb, putting just the right amount of pressure onto it. Her moaning increased in volume as he swapped them over and began to tease her g-spot with his fingertips while nibbling and teasing her clit to a hardened peak. It didn’t take long for her orgasm to overcome her, and she was soon thrashing in the chair. When her body finally stilled, he removed his fingers from her and licked her juices from them while watching her try to gain control of her breathing.
“Your turn.” She finally found her voice and stood up, looking down at him. She held out her hand and pulled him to his feet and kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. When neither could breathe, she pulled away and undid his belt to pull down his ripped jeans. “No underwear; a bit presumptuous, isn’t it?” Teasingly, she echoed his words as she turned them so the back of his knees rested against the chair she’d just vacated.
“Well, maybe I was hedging my bets as well.”
Without responding, she pushed him back into the warm chair with a soft shove, fell to her knees and began to run her hand up and down his dick, tightening her grip slightly near the head. He threw his head back, his dark brown, almost black, hair whispering on the leather of the chair as she used her other hand to cup his balls and used her fingertips to stroke his perineum, which elicited a hiss.
Taking his rock hard cock into her mouth, she swirled her tongue around the swollen head, making sure her tongue piercing ran across the thick vein on the underside of his length. She could hear his breathing become shallow and erratic, so she relaxed her throat and took him further into her mouth until the tip hit the back of her throat.
“Jesus, you have a damn talented mouth, sweetheart.” Max’s head fell against the headrest of the leather chair, his eyes rolling back in his head. “I bet the regulars love you.”
Taryn let his cock fall from her mouth and glared at him.
“Don’t be an arsehole.” She may not have been giving him what had been shaping up to be one of the best blowjobs he’d ever had any longer, but she was still working him with her hand, and it was getting harder to concentrate on thinking and verbalising himself clearly.
“Sure, sweetheart. You’ve just been sucking my dick, you work for a private airline, and you’re telling me you haven’t done this before?” Max smirked as she continued to both glare at him and stroke him.
“I’m telling you I haven’t done this before… however, I did tongue-fuck another flight attendant last month, making her come harder than she’d ever come before.”
It wasn’t often that Max was struck dumb, but at that very moment in time he couldn’t say a word as he watched Taryn lick the head of his cock, running the tip of her tongue along the slit, making him hiss as she slid her mouth back onto him. He was picturing her licking another woman’s pussy, and the imagery made him even harder.
Hollowing her cheeks, Taryn sucked harder and swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. It had been a long time since she’d been on her knees for a guy, but there was something about Max Reeves. Physically, he wasn’t her type at all—too much ink and pieces of metal in his face and ears—but when he spoke, the charm oozed out of every pore. Coupled with his thick East London accent that gave him his ‘cheeky chappy’ persona when he spoke, Taryn knew something would happen between them during their twenty-four hour flight; she just hadn't expected it to happen within five hours of take-off.
“Fuck, stop or I’m gonna come in your mouth, and let’s be honest, that’s a fucking waste.” Max pulled his cock from her mouth and pulled her closer to him. Her full, bare breasts felt heavy in his hands as he cupped them, teasing her large brown nipples with his thumbs. “I want to come on these beauties.” His words were more of a demand than a request, so Taryn began to pump his dick, taking her time to bring him to the brink. It didn’t take long for his body to tense, his head to fall back, and for hot come to stripe across her chest.
Slowing her hand, she watched as he lifted his head to look at her. She locked eyes with him as she ran a fingertip through the thick liquid cooling on one of her nipples and placed it in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, ensuring she tasted every last drop of his juices.
“Woman… I’ve had a fair few blowjobs in my time, and yours definitely ranks in the top three.” He watched her, to gauge her reaction to his words, but her face was unreadable as she stood up and walked over to the drinks cabinet to remove a towel to clean her chest. “But, having said that, I’m not finished with you just yet.”
Author Bio:
M. B. Feeney is an army brat who finally settled down in Birmingham, UK with her other half, two kids and a dog. Currently at university studying for her BA (Hons) in primary teaching, she procrastinates on her assignments by listening to music of all genres and trying to get ‘just one more paragraph’ written on whichever WIP is open. She is also a serious doodler and chocoholic. Writing has been her one true love ever since she could spell, and publishing is the final culmination of her hard work and ambition.
Her publishing career began with two novellas, and she currently has multiple projects under way whilst Honour, a compilation of her own military based shorts, was released in November 2013 and her short novel, The One That Got Away was released February 2015. Always having something on the go can often lead to block which eventually gets dissolved by good music and an even better book.
Her main reason for writing is to not only give her readers enjoyment, but also to create a story and characters that stay with readers long after the book is finished, and possibly make someone stop and think “what if...”
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