Ella Frank - Try

PlanesLogan was not a fan.

Although, the warm pussy that his cock was currently balls deep inside of was a definite improvement to the cold blue leather of seat 1D in business class, where he had been sitting by himself earlier. Luckily for him, just before the plane taxied out onto the tarmac, the vacant seat, which hed thought would remain empty, had filled.

And even though its changed my plan from sleeping to

Shh, hon. If youre going to moan, Ill have to shut you up. Logan brought his right hand up to cup over her parted pink lips.

At first, hed been under the assumption that this would be the same old boring flight from L.A. back to Chicago. Hed settled back with his usual gin and tonic, unbuttoned his suit jacket, and crossed his feet as he waited impatiently for the trip to get under way. Hed figured if he were lucky, he could have several more drinks and sleep through half the trip.

And what a lucky bastard I am.

While he was draining his small plastic cup, hed heard a womans voice moving closer and closer to the cabin door, calling out, Wait! Wait! One more!

And that was when hed seenOh fuck yeah, moreJessica.

She was a leggy blonde in a pink miniskirt, who had made her way through the door and essentially let him right into hers.

The flight attendant had given her a quick smile. Youre lucky. We were just about to close the cabin door.

Jessica had laughed.

And that was what had made his cock take notice.

Well, Im glad I ran then.

Lets get you seated. Whats your seat number?

Looks like 1C.

And that, as they say, is that.

Currently, Jessicas bare ass was seated on the miniscule sink in the back lavatory of Virgin America, Flight 201, andwell, there was absolutely nothing virginal about the way her skirt was shoved up around her waist. In fact, Logan would guess that she couldnt even remember what the word virgin meant, especially considering how her creamy thighs were spread wide apart with his cock sliding in and out of her soaking wet pussy. And that was just fine by him.

When shed first stopped near his seat, hed let his gaze wander from her black heels up to her smooth, long legs. He had made no apologies and offered no excuses for eye-fucking her while sizing her up as a potentialor as of right nowfuck buddy.

She hadnt seemed to mind thoughobviouslybecause when hed finally met flirtatious green gaze, the woman had grinned as she indicated the seat beside him.

Looks like youre stuck with me.

Yes, it looks that way, he acknowledged.

After shed stowed her bag in the overhead bin, she slid slowly into the seat beside him and turned, holding out her hand.

That same small hand is currently gripping my suit lapel right now, Logan mused as he punched his hips forward, sinking inside her, as much as the cramped and uncomfortable position would allow.

Im Jessica, she had told him with a bold and assessing gaze, much like his own.

He had looked at the petite fingers tipped with manicured pink nails, and suddenly, the flight had become a whole lot more interesting.

Taking her hand in his, hed winked. Im Logan.

Harder Logan! she moaned, now putting his name to good use.

Well, Im not going to say no to that, was Logans only thought as he braced his feet, which was difficult to do when the toes of his shoes were bent against the plastic vanity taking up the majority of the fucking area he was standing in. But, like a trooper, Logan steadied himself, clasping Jessicas ass cheek with his left palm and holding the counter with his right, as he started to pound into the woman just as she had requested. He was pushing them closer to that elusive moment, directing them to that heavenly place.

Hed never really thought about getting off on a plane until it had rumbled down the tarmac and moved out of the holding pattern to line up for takeoff. But that had been all he could think about after Jessica had made a show of crossing her legs, and flashing a whole lot more than her upper thighs.

Well, Logan, I have a feeling this trip just got interesting. Thank you for that.

Hed given her a smug look that was as depraved as the thoughts now running through his head.

As the plane had shot down the runway with the full force of two jet-propelled engines, Logan had buckled in, preparing himself for the ride. While the front of the plane angled up, much like his throbbing cock, he had finally replied, I try. So, are you going back home to the husband and kids?

When Jessica had licked her glossy lips, Logan had immediately imagined that tongue performing the same slick move down between his legs.

No kids and no husband.

With that, Logan had known he would be joining the exclusive club, which had nothing to do with virgins.

Yes, he hissed out as his balls tightened and his ass cheeks clenched.

Wrapped firmly around his waist, Jessicas leg strained against him, pulling him in closer, as her eyes widened above his palm covering her mouth. Then, her sweet, juicy muscles clutched his cock like a goddamn vise, and they both found it.

For the admission price of $543.90, they were inducted into the exclusive Mile High Club, and it was worth every last penny.

Monday evening, nine fifteen, and predictably, Im still at work.

Sitting in his chair, Logan pushed up his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. The office was quiet right now, and he knew he was the only one left on the floor.

This was the best part of the day. This was his part of the day. It was the time when he could unwind, drop all titles, proprieties, and appearances, and just be.

Standing, he cracked his neck from side to side as he loosened the blue tie from its perfect knot at the base of his throat. It was time to hit his usual spot for a quick drink before heading home. Picking up his briefcase, he walked to his office door, switched off the light, and made his way to the elevator. Waiting for it to arrive on his floor at Mitchell & Madison, he glanced around at his place of business.

Huh, who would have thought?

He and Cole had really made something of themselves. It was a bit of a shock, considering his wild college days, but as far as he was concerned, that was what college was forto try a little of everything and everyoneand afterwell, him, Logan had made sure to try everything.

Cole was always on him to think about settling down with someone. That would probably be a fucking stellar idea, but he wasnt like Cole, who was well into his third year of wedlock.

Logan had no desire to bind himself to anyone, woman or man, especially when it was so much more exciting to take exactly what was offered. A city this large provided too many choices, and until the moment his cock only got hard for one person, he planned to use it to its full potential.

When the elevator doors opened, Logan got on with a single goal in mindto have a drink.

A gin and tonic, and then life will pretty much be fine and dandy.

He had a successful job, a downtown condo, and an office located next door to his favorite bar. If he were an arrogant man

Well, hell, who am I kidding? Im one lucky son of a bitch.

Pushing through the double doors of After Hours, Logan left the cool night air and stepped into the cozy surroundings of his favorite hangout. As the familiar dimly lit interior invited him inside, he was reminded of why he loved coming here. It was the perfect place to sit, observe, and if he wanted to,