“That’s right, I keep forgetting I’m dating an old bloke,” I say as I put the wine bottle to my lips. The bottle is emptying rapidly, and I’ve 35 minutes to go.
We screech to a halt on the tarmac, and I breathe properly for the first time since we left the mainland.
“Not so fast.” He says in a sharp tone as I grapple with taking off my seat belt. “Safety first, I’ll tell you when you can unfasten your seatbelt.”
“Bossy.” I stare over at him as he slows the plane to a complete stop, trying to figure out if he sounds sexy or scary.
Maybe a bit of both.
“You,” I start as he leans over to undo my belt. “are the sexist pilot alive. But I’ve never hated you so much.”
I fling the belt off me and stand up on shaky legs.
“Not so fast.”
His arm snakes around my waist as I step out of the cockpit, and I feel his warm breath on my cheek as he presses himself into my back. “You need to earn your plane ticket.”
“Yes, captain?” I whispered, tilting my face back to see him, my arousal going from zero to one hundred in seconds.
“Face the wall and take your clothes off.”
I pull my sweater over my top then follow with my tank top until I’m in a bra.
The sound of footsteps circles the plane outside. “Danny, there’s -”
“Ignore them,” he says gruffly as he unfastened my bra, so my breasts swing loose.
Behind me, he grunts in appreciation and swipes a large hand over my left breast before he pinches the nipple.
“Everything needs to come off.”
I unbutton the top button of my jeans and shimmy the jeans down past my hips. I hear the sound of him unzipping his jeans behind me.
I pull down my panties and step each leg out of them. As my ass arches backwards, he jolts me against him, and I feel his erection press hard against my buttocks. He reaches a hand around my waist and slides a finger deep inside me.
“Hands up against the wall.” I place my hands on the wall, and he pushes them higher up with his right hand while his left-hand thrusts in and out of me.
I moan against the wall and jolt upwards as he pushes in deep.
“Spread your legs.”
People talk in hushed tones outside the airplane.
I move my legs apart, and my bare breasts push against the wall as he leans into me, stroking circular motions against my engorged clit.
“Wider.” He commands, and I do as I’m told.
“You like people listening, don’t you?” he whispers in my ear.
His hands circle my ass roughly then he boldly reaches one finger down there, circling my rim.
I inhale sharply. “Danny, I’ve never….”
“Soon, baby, not now.” He shushes me, moving his hand back to my hip.
Without warning, he slams his length into me hard and aggressively, and I cry out.
With one hand, he holds my wrists on the wall above my head, so I can’t move them, and he uses the other to keep my hips tight against his erection, thrusting in and out of me, grunting.
The sound of my skin slapping against his grows louder and quicker. I cringe slightly at the thought of the people waiting to get in outside.
“So… good Charlie.” He pounds faster until he loses control and unloads inside me, growling loudly. I fill every drop as he fills me.
“Your mine,” he whispers in my ear as he pulls out and I feel wetness dripping down my inner thigh.
I collapse against the wall as there is a timid knock on the airplane door.
“Mr. Walker?” A bodiless voice asks. “Are you ready to disembark?”
Danny
“We are staying in that hotel, Danny?”
We are parked outside the gate of my mansion. A stillness washes over me as it always does when I set eyes on my gothic beauty after time away. The panoramic and uninterrupted elevated sea views were the reason I sunk a lot of money into this place.
I put an offer in twenty minutes after walking into it and outbid the other bidder by an obnoxious amount to seal the deal.
Watching the stormy sea with the waves crashing against the rocks as music while the wood burner roars away? Priceless.
“It’s not a hotel,” I explain as I wind down the car window. A gust of icy air hits us and she screeches in retaliation. “It’s a.. home away from London.”
“This is all yours?” Her breath comes out in small puffs of cold air. I can’t wait to get her inside into the heat.
Fuck, what’s the code? I always forget this.
I reach my arm through the window and press a code into the keypad. Nope.
Try again.
The black wrought iron double gates automatically open. I coax the car up the windy hill in second gear until we creep to a stop outside Sumburgh Hall.
“We are the only ones staying here?” She turns to me with her smouldering green eyes, and my heartbeat does that erratic little beat it does every time she gives me her full attention. Does she not notice the effect she has on me?
“Danny?” Charlie repeats.
“Besides the ghost and the gargoyles.” I grin as we get out of the car. The two leering gargoyles on either side of the door stare down at us.
“Built in 1867,” she reads the placard on the wall. “This place will be swimming with ghosts.”
I fumble with the keys. The wooden door is so large it even makes me look puny. A few hard shoves, and we are in.
“Woah.” She does a 360-degree turn in the hallway. “This place is magnificent.”
Her voice echoes through the hallway. “But so haunted Danny. You cannot leave my sight even when I go to the toilet.”
“Also, just to set expectations, we aren’t having sex again because I’m not removing any clothes until we are back in England. It’s too cold.”
“Come on.” I put my hand on her lower back and lead her down the hall, our footsteps clicking on the stone floors. “That’s why I have a massive fireplace.”
“I told you it was cold.” I berate her like a scolding father as I take her into the sitting room. She hesitates at the threshold, mouth dropping open. “Danny, this place is like a fairytale.” I gaze around the vast rustic area with its cathedral ceiling, seeing how she sees it.
It really is spectacular.
“Are these walls stone?” She asks, trailing her hands along them.
“Yup. All the original features are preserved.”
She looks at me intently, those green eyes burning into mine.”It’s beautiful. This mansion.. this life.. it doesn’t even faze you anymore, does it?”
“They are just possessions, Charlie,” I reply simply. “Things to be appreciated, treasured… but disposable. I’ve had real loss in my life. These things? Don’t even register on the scale.” I turn on the open gas fire, standing nearly as tall as me, and it roars to life.