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nickysurfer28 · 1 month

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Captain's Orders

Pairing: Will 'Ironhead' Miller x female reader

Words: 2,134

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Masturbation (F). Use of a vibrator. Edging. Captain Miller being dominant and controlling. Name calling (slut). Squirting. Unprotected intercourse. Swearing.

Summary: While Will is out for a run, you can't seem to get control of your thoughts of him, seeking release in his absence only to force your Captain to remind you who is in control when he gets home.

A/N: I re-watched Triple Frontier yesterday and this idea wouldn't leave me alone (also thanks to @stealfromthedevil and her encouragement of it) so here is the completely horny one-shot that resulted from it!

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Home in 20. Can't wait to get my hands on you.

You tossed your phone on the bed beside the laundry you were folding, cursing Will and his ability to disarm you and make you a mess with just two simple lines, the anticipation of him getting home from his run sparking a frantic need that raged through you like never before.

He had already gotten you in a state before he left the house, having kissed you over and over until you were breathless, his passion and want proven with each touch of his lips on yours; a promise of more later and insurance that you wouldn't be forgetting about him even for a second in his absence.

Setting the hamper on the floor beside the bed, you walked over to your side, opening the drawer of your nightstand to retrieve one of your vibrators, selecting the coral pink one that provided both thrusting and clit stimulation.

There was no way you could wait any longer, you thought, tearing your clothes off quickly to discard in a heap beside the other neatly folded garments, needing to give yourself some relief or simply work yourself up even more in preparation for Will to come finish the job properly.

Applying a little lube onto the end of the shaft of the silicone dildo, you rubbed it through your already-soaked folds as you turned the power on, your body responding to the vibrations already by arching off the bed and gasping out a pleading breath.

You tried to keep a steady pace, never pushing the buttons to increase the intensity, wanting to slowly ride out your pleasure until you were able to get what you really needed, but it was all proving to be too much.

Thinking of Will drenched in sweat and breathless kept you right at the edge, the recollection of all the times you've tasted him and inhaled his scent right after he finished a workout not difficult to imagine at all, your mouth watering at getting to experience that very thing that was becoming a drug to you so soon bringing you further to the point of no return.

Your body writhed and your nipples hardened, your own moans aiding your build up to bliss as you pictured his wet, slippery form moving against yours, and pumping the vibrator in and out of you purposefully, you came with a fierce cry.

Not stopping there, you continued on, hitting the button to turn the setting up a level, feeling both satisfied yet completely insatiable all at once.

Will was always ravenous after a workout, his inability to sate the seemingly boundless power and energy coursing through him constantly amazing you, and your excitement of his arrival home tingled under your skin like electricity in wondering what kind of unforgiving, brute force he would unleash on you today.

Will sprinted up the driveway and cleared the steps leading up to the front door in one leap, flying through it without care to bother cooling down, his determination to get back to you helping to have kept his quick pace for the last five miles.

He ripped his drenched t-shirt over his head, wiping the drips of sweat off his face with it before walking over to the laundry room, the fresh scent of detergent telling him you were still at it with getting all the washing caught up, tossing the soiled shirt in the basket.

Walking through to the kitchen for water, he paused, listening for evidence of you, his curiosity piquing when his sharp hearing picked up the unmistakable sounds of a buzzing vibrator and your soft moans floating down the hallway.

His cock flexed in response, feeling all the blood still pumping wildly through his veins gravitate straight to it, his heart hammering in his chest as excitement and arousal combined with the endorphins to make a dizzying mix that had him reeling.

Completely hard and throbbing almost painfully, he walked slowly toward your bedroom, the noises you were producing awakening every basic and primal need within him, his pupils blowing out wide when he approached the doorway to see you spread on the bed, your hand moving your vibrator with precision while your other played with your nipple through your mesh bra.

"Fuck me," he growled under his breath, leaning against the frame with his head tilted, the sight of you fucking yourself one of the best things he had ever seen.

He pulled his bottom lip in his teeth, biting it hard to try to restrain himself, a smile forcing it back out again when you took notice of him.

The breathy way you said his name - both in surprise and as a request for him - made him want to give you everything you needed and wreck you right then and there, but that would be far too easy.

Pushing off the doorframe, he crept into the room, stopping at the edge of the bed, his eyes traveling from where your soaked pussy revealed and made disappear again the innocently coloured toy, up to your heaving chest, and finally your eyes that begged for him more than your parted mouth did.

One strap of your bra had slipped off your shoulder, your tits barely concealed by the flimsy, see-through material, adding to the unbelievably sexy and completely pornographic scene before him.

"What do we have here?" he asked, his tone rough and exposing his efforts in maintaining his composure.

"Will, please," you whined, your body jolting as you hit that perfect spot within yourself, teasing the line between torture and alleviation.

"Use your words," he demanded, his eyebrows raised on his forehead where trails of moisture ran down it.

"I need you -fuck!- I need you to fuck me," you cried, your pleasure breaking your sentence.

"You just couldn't help yourself, could you?" he purred, slowly pulling his shorts down, his blue eyes aflame as he continued to watch you.

You shook your head 'no' before digging it back into the pillow, lifting your hips more to fuck the vibe still robotically thrusting in and out of you.

"Just a weak, needy, slut unable to wait for me to get home," he spat, knowing his harsh words would do you in.

You nodded your head in agreement, your eyes screwing shut as you worked yourself to the brink again, having him watch you making you ready to fall apart even more.

"I said use your words."

"I couldn't wait," you panted, "Fuck, baby, I need you so badly!"

Your whines sounded pathetic even to your own ears, and hearing Will chuckle wickedly made everything so much worse. You pulled the vibe out of you, spreading your legs further apart as an invitation for him to replace it, only to remain an empty, begging disaster as he stood planted at the end of the bed.

He began peeling his sweat-soaked briefs down his vast thighs, exposing his darkened, wheat-coloured pubes surrounding his furiously hard dick, the sight of his crooked smile along with his godly figure driving you mad.

"Oh no, sweetheart, you're on your own," he said slowly with a shake of his head. "You wanted to get yourself off so badly, it's all on you."

You kicked your leg against the mattress in a fit, grabbing the vibe again to reinsert in your folds, sloppily pumping it in and out as you put the setting as high as it would go, giving your torturous Captain a glare to show your annoyance at his unfair treatment.

He braced his arms against the bed to lean closer, watching you intently as you quickly fell back to where you had left off, your mewling increasing as your body rolled into the rhythm of the toy.

You couldn't help but admire him, your eyes fucking him as you drank in every luscious part of his body, the veins in his arms looking like they were about to burst through his skin while his broad chest rose and fell sharply, knowing he was more worked up from watching you than from his run.

Seeing beads of sweat dripping down his form made you jealous, desperate to lick the salty streaks from him and let your fingers follow their patterns through the hills and valleys of his muscles, needing to taste his earlier efforts that clung to his beard surrounding his plump lips.

"Will…" you called, beginning to repeat his name in a chant that decorated your approaching orgasm, feeling pressure build in your core that screamed for release.

His hand was suddenly replacing yours on the vibrator, pulling it from you so you were forced to clench around nothing and your climax was stopped dead in its tracks, your hands falling to grip the sheets beside you in agony.

He took your hand in his, guiding it back to hold the toy, his fingertips grazing over your clit and tingling folds as he abandoned you again, leaving you to chase that high on your own.

The frustration had you wild, quickly and roughly driving the vibe inside you aggressively, fucking yourself until you reached the point you had been so cruelly cut off at.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his tone gravelly, his words melting over you.

But just like before, right as you reached your peak, he stopped you, forcefully tugging it out of you to watch you squirm.

Your fist pounded the mattress, and sitting up on your elbows to give him hell, you reconsidered when you took in the stern expression on his gorgeous face.

Will turned his wrist and looked at his watch, then back at you, "You have exactly two minutes to make yourself cum or you're getting nothing from me."

The way he barked his order sent a shiver down your spine, and never wanting to disappoint your Captain, you drove your fingers to your throbbing pussy, alternating between rubbing your swollen clit and stroking your sensitive walls.

He stood tall and proud at the foot of the bed with his hands on his hips, not touching himself even once to your surprise, the way his cock flexed and leaked from the tip sending you into overdrive.

There was no way you needed the full two minutes, finally quaking through your release that you wouldn't be able to stop even if he demanded it, your entire body tensing through a shattering orgasm as your wails filled the air.

Will watched impatiently as you came, seeing your milky cum leak out from your folds, the way you moved it back inside yourself causing him to clench his teeth to try to refrain from interrupting you again, the craze he felt in needing you outweighing how he had made you feel by edging you.

Before you even had time to finish, you felt him on top of you, his hands roughly gripping your wrists to bring your arms above your head, his shaft slamming deep inside your contracting walls with persistence despite how tight you were. His mouth covered yours, swallowing your cries as he thrusted hard, the bedframe moving lewdly against the wall with each brutal blow.

You didn't care to breathe, inhaling him as much as you could as your slackened mouth accepted the assault of his tongue, your orgasm drawn out generously from his deliberate actions. You felt yourself release again, a rush of wet soaking both of you as he moved his lips to your neck and continued his barrage, the sweat from his skin transferring onto yours while spit smeared across your shoulder blade in the wake of his mouth.

"Good girl, listening to your Captain," he praised, the hoarseness of his voice breaking slightly to show a softness, his authority crumbling from the moment he pushed inside you.

The sounds of wet skin squelching and the scent of your sweat and sex made him lose all control, hammering into you mercilessly, contrasting to the soft and intimate way you stroked your hands along his slippery back, your sweet noises and gentle kisses peppering his neck and shoulder sending him to his end.

He filled you with a loud roar, spilling his hot seed deep inside you while gradually slowing his pace, still rolling his hips into yours as he found your lips and kissed you passionately.

"I love you," he breathed, trying to steady himself after the fury of sensations that had bombarded all of his senses moments ago, peeling his head away from you slightly to stroke his hand over your forehead and match your lazy, tender smile.

"I love you, too, Captain," you grinned, feeling his laugh rumble through you as he met your lips with his again and kissed you hard, rolling over onto the bed and pulling you with him.

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nickysurfer28 · 6 months

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A belated Happy Birthday to our favorite flyboy, Glen Powell. Here's a one shot from my Dancing on the Clouds Below universe featuring Jake and Elsa.

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Flyboy

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Oral Sex (F receiving), Spanking, P in V sex,

Word Count: 4.8k

Summary: A very sexy Birthday for your favorite flyboy, Jake.

With Jake's birthday coming up you wanted to do something special for him; Jake has always put in the extra effort in his gifts to you. An idea came floating through your head. A few phone calls later, it was coming together. Lydia is the first of those phone calls.

"Hey, chicka, what's up?" she perkily asks when she answers the phone.

"Jake's birthday is coming up and I have an idea for a gift, but I need a good boudoir photographer. I figured you might have a line on one, rather than me randomly searching the internet," you explain.

"What makes you think I have a naughty photographer in my Rolodex?" she replies, only mildly indignant.

There is a long pause and then she sighs,

"Ok, you're not wrong. I can text you the info right after this call. So, what kind of look are you going for? Naughty nurse, classy soft focus, Playboy bunny?"

You laugh,

"None of those ones, I was going to do the pin up look, kind of like the nose art on WWII planes. I've got a friend who works at the air and space museum and she's got me some time after hours to do a photoshoot."

"Ooh, great idea. Any specific outfits?"

"I thought of doing a sexed up Rosie the Riveter and then I've got a nice skimpy red dress, heels, and stockings. I'm going to smuggle his bomber jacket out and wear that in a couple."

"Nice, you need help with hair and makeup? I'd love to tag along and see how it goes. This is exactly the kind of thing Rooster would come in his pants for."

"Eww, thanks for the visual. And yes that would be super helpful for getting the look right. It is kind of a pilot thing, isn't it?"

She laughs,

"Yeah, it is."

You hang up and the info for Jenny of Satin Dreams Boudoir Photography pings on your phone. You take a quick look at her website and like her style, so you give her a call.

"Jenny speaking," a pleasant sounding voice answers the phone.

"Hi, this is Elsa Matthews, I got your contact info for photography from Lydia O'Callahan," you reply.

"Oh yeah, Lydia, she's always been a fun one to work with. That red hair is perfect for the camera, what can I do for you?"

You give her the rundown on the location and the ideas you have in you head and some of the available times.

Jenny is excited by the idea,

"I love it! I've been wanting to do some vintage work and this is perfect. Let me know your email and I can send you pricing and contract details."

That settled you now have to come up with the second part of the plan that includes a little bit of subterfuge. You tell Jake that you have a networking event to attend for work that'll keep you late. You're able to smuggle his bomber jacket out by waiting for him to leave for work first.

You're at work for most of the day and it seems to drag on. Finally, the clock hits 3 pm and you practically sprint to your car. When you get to Lydia's house she is bouncing with excitement.

"This is going to be so fun," she says as you walk in. You're quickly ushered to her bathroom where she has laid out what seems like an absurd amount of makeup and hair products.

You show her a few pictures of what you were thinking for hair, classic 40s wave for the red dress and a simple updo to go with the bandanna of the Rosie the Riveter outfit.

She gets to work and soon you have a perfect Rita Hayworth wave that is frozen into place with a lot of hair products. Next is makeup,

"I know this is going to feel like a lot, but for photography you have to exaggerate a bit more than what you would wear in real life," Lydia warns you.

About 45 minutes later Lydia has transformed you into a sexy Hollywood star of yesteryear complete with fake lashes and red lipstick.

"This is perfect. Thank you so much, I would have never gotten this to look so good. You're like my naughty godmother of hair and makeup."

She giggles and claps her hands with excitement. You look at the clock and it's time to head over to the Air and Space Museum.

You park in the back and meet Becky, your friend and gal on the inside, at the staff entrance. Lydia and you haul all the stuff in. Becky leads you to the section of the museum where the WWII aircraft are located. Jenny is already there setting up her equipment.

She walks over to you and gives Lydia a hug and then looks at you,

"So good to meet you in person, Elsa. You are going to be the perfect model today," she says. You're instantly at ease with her, she is in her 50s, long hair that is perfectly silver with little square glasses perched on her nose. She reminds you more of an English Lit professor than a naughty photographer.

Becky shows you to a small room you can change in. You start with the black satin underwear, the garter belt, black sheer stockings with seams, lace tops, and little bows at the back and then shimmy on the red satin dress. The dress is ruched up the sides and is strapless. You put on your red heels with straps and take a look at yourself in the mirror. The dress is short and you can see the lace tops of your stockings. You turn around and give a little squeal of glee, this is exactly the look you were going for. You walk back confidently to where Jenny has set up. She is at a B-29, a bomber that has been shined up and looks gorgeous. A speaker is playing a 1940s playlist.

You use a step ladder to get up on the wing and Jenny moves it so she can use it to take the shots. She directs you where to put your legs, your arms and you take a variety of shots on the wing. Your next series of shots are inside the aircraft. Jenny gets one of you leaning out the door leg up against the side of the plane. All throughout she is giving you cues on facial expressions,

"Give me cute, sexy, think of Jake," to help guide the shoot. She takes a few shots of you at the controls, including one of you sitting on the tiny dash, one leg spread wide and the other tastefully covering yourself.

You're about to wrap up the bomber shots when you have an idea. Grabbing Jake's bomber jacket you strip off the red dress so you're naked under the jacket, but still wearing the underwear, garters, stockings, and heels. Jenny's eye's light up and she gets an idea. She puts you back up on the wing kneeling facing away from her and you drop the jacket off your shoulders showing your naked back. She has you look over your shoulder back at her. Next she has you turn around and pull the jacket out to hold it at the bottom so it is spread across your chest showing the hint of your breasts but no nipple. You lay down with your legs up on the fuselage and do the same pose with the bomber jacket.

You take a deep breath and kneel on the wing and drop the jacket all the way down, baring your breasts for the camera. Jenny quickly takes a few shots with a few adjustments.You get off the plane and she shows you a few shots on her camera and they look amazing. You quickly change into the other outfit. You had managed to find a tight short denim shirt dress that you can unbutton down to show off a red bra with white polka dots. It all matches with your underwear and the bandana, giving you a sexy Rosie the Riveter look.

You head over to a P-51 Mustang and you can see the ideas forming in Jenny's mind. You start with various poses around the propeller. Next you take shots sitting on the wing, sitting in the cockpit, and your favorite looking into the engine compartment holding a wrench like you're going to fix the thing. Finally, you get in place for the big finale. You climb up on the nose and take a few shots astride the nose, cowgirl style from different angles and some side saddle. You finish the shoot with you in front of the green screen doing various Rosie the Riveter poses.

"That's a wrap," Jenny announces triumphantly. Everyone says goodbye and Lydia and you head back to her house so you can get all the makeup off and tame your hair into more of your usual style. Luckily it's started raining, because that will help deal with the hairspray and not cause Jake to be suspicious.

Eventually you get back around 8:30. Jake is lounging on the couch reading a book and looking good as always. He is reading some mystery novel. You lean down and give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Have you figured it out yet? Who's the murderer?" you ask. Jake laughs and looks up to kiss you on the lips,

"Not yet, this one is really good. How did your networking event go?"

"The usual, lots of people I know and some of the same idiots, so a bit good and a bit exhausting. I think I'm going to take a shower, want to join me?"

Jake perks up at the thought and says,

"Definitely, just let me finish this chapter and then I'll be in there to ravish you."

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You anxiously await the delivery of the proofs from the shoot. Jenny sends you a link to a site where to preview them. You have to wait till out of Jake's vision to take a look at them. You love the way they turned out, Jenny has done a wonderful job editing them, some she has done in black and white, full color, and then selected parts of some she's put in black and white to emphasize the red dress. While you like the Rosie the Riveter ones you really like how the red dress ones and especially the ones of you in Jake's bomber jacket turned out. You select the ones you want printed into a book, digital prints, and a few other items.

A few days before Jake's birthday, you give him a heads up that he might want to come home a bit early on his birthday.

"Anything special you have planned?" he asks.

"You'll see, just be patient. Dinner reservation is at 7, so if you head home around 4ish, that should give us enough time," you tease him.

It's finally the day of his birthday and you get to give him his gift. You work from home so you can be done early and get ready. You're ready just a bit before 4 pm.

You slip on Jake's bomber jacket over the red dress outfit and artfully arrange yourself on the armchair opposite the front door for maximum effect. When you hear Jake unlocking the door you strike a pose, legs over one arm of the chair and arms stretched out. Jake's jacket is slumped down off your shoulders allowing as much bare skin as possible. Jake comes in the door fiddling with his keys and turns directly to the shoe rack where he starts taking off his boots. He hasn't seen you yet, you can tell. You inhale sharply when you realize he's wearing his flight suit and not his khakis, something about his flight suit makes him even more irresistible than normal. His boots are finally off and he calls out,

"El, I'm home," as he starts to scan the house for you. He finally turns and he sees you.

"Welcome home, Jake," you purr, as you raise one leg and slide your hands down, presumably fixing your stocking.

Jake wolfishly grins as he walks toward you. He catches your foot in the air and gives the inside of your ankle a kiss as he slides his hands down your calf.

"This is way better than a surprise party," he says mostly to your leg he is caressing.

You laugh,

"You thought I was going to throw you a surprise party?," he nods,

"Oh no, I want the birthday boy all to myself."

He is now skimming his lips down your leg and his hand on the back of your leg moves to explore what exactly you have on. He feels the bows and lace tops to the stockings and he raises his eyebrows.

"Stockings, had to be authentic to the era" you stutter out, distracted by his hands.

You stand up and Jake is quick to embrace and kiss you. It is a kiss that starts sweet and grows into one filled with heat. Jake slides his hands down the satin of your dress to give your ass a good squeeze. The motion pulls a throaty moan out of you and Jake takes advantage to slide his tongue into your mouth. You wrap your arms around Jake, enjoying the feeling of his broad shoulders and the gentle scrape of his five o'clock shadow on your chin. He reaches into the bomber jacket and brushes his hand on the naked skin of your back. He pushes the jacket off you to get a full look at your outfit.

"Wow, you look amazing, babe. You remembered my comments from that air show."

You do a little turn for him to see everything.

"I wish I could take a picture to remember this forever," he says as he starts to kiss down your neck.

You're momentarily distracted by his lips, and finally stutter out,

"Funny you say that. You should open the gift on the table."

He pouts a little and says,

"I am unwrapping my gift."

"It'll be worth your while," you manage to say, suppressing a moan as his hand touches the skin between your stockings and your dress.

He reluctantly pulls away to sit down on the couch and picks up the wrapped box on the table. You sit next to him, buzzing with anticipation. Jake unwraps the gift with surprising patience. Pulling open the black box lid he pulls out a leather bound picture album.

"What's this?" he asks you, slightly confused.

"Look inside," you urge him.

He flips open the cover and sees where you have inscribed it.

I know that in any time and place we would fall in love. Happy Birthday, the first of many we will celebrate together.

My Darling Jake,

Always Yours,

Elsa

He reads the message and kisses you before turning the page. He turns to the next page and sees the photo where you are astride the Mustang in the Rosie the Riveter outfit. The next one is you with the engine open, your hand on your hip holding a wrench flipping skirt up to show off your underwear and your finger on your chin with a confused look on your face.

Jake laughs,

"You of all people would probably know how to fix an aircraft engine."

The next shot is you laying on the wing on your back looking back at the camera, your polka dot bra and cleavage clearly visible.

"That's my usual view of you. The first night at the Hard Deck I couldn't stop staring down your dress. One advantage of you being short," Jake teases.

You give him a fake slap on his bicep, "You are incorrigible."

"Yes, but I think you like it," he retorts back, leaning in to steal another kiss before looking back to the album.

There are a few more from the Mustang and Jake takes his time to admire each one and then he flips the page to the first of the red dress shots. The first shot is you leaning out the door with one leg hiked up on the door frame. Next is one where you are on the wing laying down your stomach, your legs up behind you, red heels popping against the silver of the B-29.

There's one of you sitting on the wing, legs dangling. Jake turns the page to see the photo of you sitting on the dash of the cockpit, one leg splayed out and the other tucked in to provide some modesty.

"You would have been slightly distracting on the flight deck," he jokes.

Next is your favorite shot of the session, you are leaning against the fuselage just wearing his bomber jacket and the lingerie looking coquettishly at the camera. The jacket covering just enough that the round swell of your breasts peaks out of the jacket. Jenny captured your expression perfectly. The final shot that is printed is the one of you kneeling on the wing leaning with your back facing the camera, the bomber jacket down at your elbows showing off your back. You are looking back at the camera with a knowing smile.

"This one I really like, now I'd know why my jacket smelt like you the last time I wore it. You sneaked off with it. Where did you get these done, babe? They're gorgeous," Jake asks, kissing you on the cheek.

"I called in a few favors, I know someone over at the air and space museum. I've got one more gift for you."

Jake smiles and starts to pull you into his lap ready for some more sexy times. You push slight on his pec,

"Hold on, flyboy."

You find the back cover where there is a pocket. Quickly slipping your fingers into the pocket you pull out a card and hand it to Jake.

He accepts the card and flips it over to really look at it.

"Holy shit, El," he breathes, taking in the image he's holding.

It's a laminated card of you wearing his bomber jacket and nothing else, completely nude.

"This is for you to tuck into your flight suit. Keep me close to you. For some good luck."

"That's more than good luck, El. God, you like that next to me flying, I'll be invincible."

"That's the idea, Jake."

You put the book down gently on the table and move to straddle Jake.

"I've got more digital files we can look at later, but I think we have other things on our minds, flyboy," you say as a grind down on him feeling him getting hard under you.

"That we do," he answers as pulls your head down for a kiss. It is brief but intense and he kisses his way down your neck pausing to suck a bruise at the base of your neck. He runs his tongue along the edge of the dress cupping your breasts in his hands.

You are trying to find the zipper for his flight suit and whine when you're unsuccessful. He laughs and guides your hand to where the zipper pull is tucked under some fabric. Quickly you unsnap the collar and pull down the zipper to find a black undershirt you still have to deal with to be treated to Jake's magnificent chest. Your hands dive into the flight suit to find the bottom of his undershirt. You grab the hem in an attempt to get Jake undressed. Halfway through the movement you realize that it's caught on Jake's arms thay are still in his flight suit.

"A little help here? I want you naked, please," you whine.

"So demanding," Jake laughs, pulling his arms out of the flight suit and his undershirt off.

"You're really hot in this flight suit, even hotter when it's half off of you," you say in the most sultry way possible as you slide a hand down his chest and abs watching each muscle tense and release under your touch.

Jake leans forward to nuzzle his face into your cleavage and looks up at you. You can't help the smile that blooms across your face when your eyes meet.

He reaches up and pulls the top of the dress down to reveal your breasts to him. Jake is immediately on them, licking, cupping, squeezing. Anything he can touch he is lavishing attention on it. You grind on his lap as he continues his efforts. Sliding your hand up you card your fingers the short hairs at the back of his neck and tug Jake's head up. He rewards you with a little moan as you lean in to kiss him, your tongue slipping into his open mouth. Your hips are still rolling rhythmically as you seek out some friction for your rapidly heating core.

Jake's hands run up and down your side, gliding on the satin. He settles his hands on your hips and and pushes up your dress from where it has rucked up exposing your thighs and the top of the stockings. Jake trails a hand from your hip across the top of your thigh and down between your legs, fingers teasing with a light touch. The dress is just covering enough that Jake can't see your pussy. You look at his face in anticipation to wait for the moment he realizes you're not wearing any underwear. He clenches his jaw when he puts it together,

"God damn, El. You're going to kill me. No underwear."

His fingers ghost over your mound and part your folds to gently stroke your clit,

"You've been ready to fuck me since I walked in the door. You got my flight suit all wet, you're so ready to go."

You lift your hips enough to see that indeed you have left a dark spot of your wetness on the green fabric stretched across his hard cock.

"Fuck, Jake," you whine as you sit back down and rub yourself against the coarse fabric seeking some relief,

"You do that to me, been thinking about fucking you all day, barely kept myself together. Wanted to use my hands, but knew it would be better with your cock in me when I came."

Jake's hands have slipped to your ass where he has pulled up the dress to reveal the smooth skin there, he grips hard as you talk.

"Thought about how you'd touch yourself looking at my pictures. Your big cock in your hand jerking off," you pant out between each cycle of your hips. Jake roughly pulls your head down to give you a solid, dirty kiss, his hand tangled in your hair. You moan loudly at the action. Your hips have sped up as you grind against Jake seeking your high, your clit dragging across the green fabric.

"Let me hear how much you want it, El," Jake moans into your mouth as your hands tighten on his shoulders. Your orgasm is hurtling towards you, Jake urging you on with his hands on your ass helping to guide you.

"Let go, El. Come for me. Get my flight suit all wet. So desperate for me, you're humping me before I even get my dick out. My needy little slut."

He punctuates the last word with two hard slaps with his big hands on your ass breaking your peak over you.

Your hands are scrabbling at Jake's chest for somewhere to hold as your climax washes over you. You melt into Jake's arms as the aftershocks roll through you. He kisses your forehead and wraps his arms around you as you come back to the earth. Once you've caught your breath

Jake grips your hips and lifts you up to reveal his lap.

"El, god damn, look at that," he says pointing down to the large wet spot on his flight suit. A flush of embarrassment creeps across your face for some reason. Jake picks up on your change of mood.

"So fucking amazing, El. Fuck that's hot," he says, mostly into your mouth as he pulls your head down for another intense kiss. Your embarrassment quickly dissipating. He pulls his head back, his teeth lightly dragging on your lower lip.

Jake's hands grip your hips and spins you around with ease so that you are kneeling on the couch, hands on the back of sofa. He is standing behind you smoothing his hands over your ass, the heat of his handprint still lingering on each cheek. Soft lips startle you as Jake sweetly kisses each patch of skin. The gentle thud of his knees hitting the hardwood floor clues you into his next move. You start to squirm with anticipation knowing how good he is with his mouth.

"Eager, El?" Jake asks, parting your cheeks revealing your dripping slit to his gaze. Without warning he dives in, his tongue sliding inside you in one deep motion and his fingers coming up to gently tease at your sensitive clit.

"You're dripping, baby. Your needy little cunt can't wait to have my cock inside, can you?" he asks in a slightly mocking tone as he stands up, keeping his fingers on your clit.

Words are beyond you as he menacingly rubs close but not directly on your clit. The sound of the rest of the zipper on his flight suit being unzipped and the soft rustle of fabric being pushed against skin fills the air. He leans over his chest skin on skin to your back, he sweeps your hair past my ear so he can whisper,

"You ready for more, El?"

"Please," you surprise yourself with how desperate you sound.

Jake leans back and you wait on edge for him to enter you. You gasp when he pulls on the garter belt and snaps it against your skin on your ass. The pain is turning you on even more.

"Jake, please fuck me," you plead.

Another sharp sound rings out as he snaps your garter belt on the other cheek; it draws out a long moan and another plea.

"Please, please fuck me," you plead, begging, your voice going hoarse at the end.

"Shh, shh, I've got you," Jake coos as he soothingly caresses your ass. He finally relents and slowly pushes his cock into you. A wave of relief washes over as the slow stretch as he enters you is so good. You can only let out a long breathy moan in response. He bottoms out and pauses for a brief moment before pulling back and plunging in again, hard. You brace against the couch as Jake's hands latch onto your hips. He snaps his hips in and out and sets an almost brutal pace.

"So good, El. Fuck, look at you," he pants out with each thrust, occasionally snapping your garter belt. Jake places his hand on your shoulder and pulls you up against his chest. He keeps up his pace in the new position and he is hitting new spots inside you that are turning your brain into jelly. Jake slides his hand down to rub your clit as he whispers wonderful things to you,

"You take my cock so well, El. Feel you nice and tight. Want to feel come on my cock. Can you do that for me, baby? Come for me? Be my good girl? Hmm?"

"Yes, please," you pant out more than speak.

Jake switches his rhythm on your clit and you come apart hard clenching around Jake, nearly collapsing with the intensity. Jake is holding you up as he thrusts chasing his release, the obscene sound of your wet cunt taking him filling the room. His last few thrusts lose their perfect rhythm as he gets close.

"Oh fuck," is all he can he shout out before he spills inside you. His release adding to all the wetness dripping out of you. Jake's arms wrap around you as you catch your breath. The gentle kisses Jake is placing up your shoulder and neck relax you even more.

"You are unbelievably sexy, El. Thank you for this amazing birthday gift, all of it," he breathes into your neck where he has tucked his face. You turn your head to catch his lips in a kiss before you seperate. Standing fully up you look at Jake and say before sweetly giving him a kiss and a wink,

"You're welcome, flyboy. It was pleasurable for all."

You catch the time on the clock on the wall and let Jake know,

"It's time to get ready for dinner."

"Only if you're on the menu for dessert."

He walks by you still looking ravenous and whispers,

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