Take the Money and Come

Chapter 7: Fire and Flames

Chapter 7: Fire and Flames

She'd never noticed it before. The places he'd been taking her to, she only now realized, had been dimly lit, even dark, obscuring her vision of him enough that she couldn't make out the telltale details she could see now. The slight set of his jaw, like he was gritting his teeth; his hands appeared to be rested casually against the armrests of the chair, but upon closer inspection, she could see that his knuckles were turning white. Looking higher, she met his gaze, and she could see the desire there, a fire set ablaze. He wanted her, and he wanted her so badly that it seemed to be taking every ounce of strength he possessed to keep himself in check. The mere thought of it had Maya aching with desire, throbbing, on fire, desperate to have him now.

“Michael,” she tried to sound as calm and cool as she could. “I think that flying is making my head spin. Would you mind showing me where I could lay down for a while?” she queried innocently.

Genuine concern flashed in his eyes, and she almost felt guilty for misleading him, but she had to have him thrown off guard. He nodded, standing in the same moment and helping her to her feet. He lead the way back past the ordinary seating and through a door another ten feet beyond, closing it gently behind her.

“Are you alright, Maya?” he asked, looking at her intently.

“I think I'm better now,” she said, a seductive tone coming through in her voice as she turned around to face him, her hands moving to the tie that held her jacket closed. She unfastened it slowly, letting the silky fabric fall down her arms and to the floor. She met his eyes as she hooked her fingers into the straps of her sundress, tugging them down her shoulders, running her fingers along her soft skin there before pulling the straps down further, lowering the neckline of her dress until it fully revealed the upper swells of her breasts. Releasing the straps, she let her fingers wander, tracing back and forth across her dress' neckline, dipping down between her breasts as she reached the center.

“Maya, what are you doing?” Michael asked, his husky voice strained and his knuckles whiter than they'd been against the armrest.

“I'm just too warm, that's all,” she teased, hooking her fingers back into the straps of her dress and pulling it down, her breasts springing free. She lowered her dress to her waist but then stopped, letting her hands glide back up to her breasts, cupping their fullness in her hands. She moaned as her fingers grazed across her n*****s, looking up at him then to see his fiery gaze fixed on her hands. Maya had no idea what had come over her. She liked s*x just as much as the next gal, but she had no idea where this sexy seductress had been hiding.

“Maya,” he groaned, stepping toward her, but she stepped back, her hands gliding down to her waist and pulling the dress down further. Ever so slowly, she slid it down her stomach, then further, revealing her smooth p***y before reaching her thighs and letting the dress fall to the floor. Wearing nothing beneath, she stood naked before him. The fire in his eyes blazing out of control, it was the most exhilarating feeling she'd ever known. Taking it one step further, she ran a hand back up her thighs, pausing just a hair's breadth from her wet slit. Parting her thighs, her fingers moved to her clit, moaning as she began to rub slowly at first and then faster, all the while she watched Michael's eyes on her, his fiery gaze spurring her onward rapidly.

He moved so quickly she didn't have time to sidestep him, her hands bracing herself against his chest as he lunged for her.

“Don't stop,” he whispered as he laid her back on the bed, spreading her legs and plunging in her wet slit as her fingers returned to her clit.

His free hand roamed over her body, caressing her thighs, her hips, her breasts; she wouldn't have been able to hold on if her life depended on it, burying her mouth against the back of her arm, stifling her moan as she started to c*m. Michael withdrew then, leaning down to replace his fingers with his tongue, gliding back and forth along her wet slit before plunging inside her. Even before the aftershocks of her first o****m had faded, already she could feel another begin to build, reigniting the throbbing heat at her core. His fingers replaced hers where they had been, rubbing her clit. As the exquisite pressure grew, she reached out for him, running her hands along every inch of him she could. But it wasn't enough; she needed more of him, she needed to explore him, taste him.

Michael could sense her restless and knew of only one solution, given that he wasn't ready to relinquish his decadent assault on her body. He stood, leaving her briefly to ditch his clothes quickly, revealing his lean hard body, every inch of him chiseled to perfection, including the rock hard c**k that made Maya's mouth water. Laying back on the bed, he pulled her on top of him, her wet p***y just inches from his face. Lunging forward, his tongue was deep inside her instantly as she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to the taste the tip of his shaft. He groaned as her lips encircled his head, sliding down to take in as much of him as she could. Once there, she worked her way back up until he nearly slipped out of her mouth entirely, sliding back down to sheath him in her mouth. She moved slowly, resisting the urge to increase her speed until his fingers found her clit once again, rubbing frantically and making her own pace increase as she toppled over the edge, cumming hard as her moans were stifled by the massive c**k she held in her mouth. He groaned as she held him there but seconds later his hands were on her waist, his arms lifting her again like she weighed nothing at all. Turning her around, she straddled him, her p***y hovering no more than an inch above his c**k. She braced her arms against his hard chest as his hands tried to press her down on him, and she smiled, teasing him just a little longer.

“I need to feel you now, Maya. I need to be inside you,” he whispered urgently.

She could tell by the fire in his eyes and the fervor in his tone that he meant it, and so she stopped resisting. He thrust upward, the head of his shaft penetrating her wet slit. She could feel the restraint within him, forcing himself to move slowly, again giving her body time to adjust as he had the last time. A pang of guilt hit her, remembering what had come of that one time together, but her mind was quickly distracted as he continued to fill her until she'd taken every inch of him. It was absolutely incredible. She couldn't believe she hadn't been demanding this from him every chance she could—to hell with business arrangements. She started to move then, her body responding instinctively, gliding up and down on his c**k. The seductress still there, she let her hands slide up her body to cup her t**s, leaning down so that her breasts were directly in front of his face. She moved too close, and he didn't miss the opportunity, his lips encircling one n****e and sucking it into his mouth hard. She moaned in response, her pace increasing, riding harder. “Oh God, Michael. Yes!” she cried as yet another o****m built within her. Releasing her n****e, he leaned upward then, capturing her lips with his own. Her tongue demanded entrance and she didn't resist, her tongue darting out to meet his as she rode him wildly. He plunged deeper, the pace frantic; capturing her scream with his mouth, her back arching reflexively, her fingers digging into the firm flesh of his shoulders, she started to c*m harder than ever before in her life. Her p***y spasmed violently around Michael's c**k, sending him over the edge, his own o****m shuddering through his body as he thrust deep inside her once more.

He pulled her with him as he collapsed back on the bed. Not wanting to feel the inevitable emptiness when he left her body, she stayed still for another moment before finally rolling next to him, her head on his chest and his arm around her as she drifted off to sleep. It couldn't have been long because it felt like just moments later that Michael was gently shaking Maya's shoulder.

“The plane lands in five minutes, Beautiful,” he whispered. “We'd better get dressed...unless you don't mind a repeat performance with an audience. Because if you don't put some clothes on in the next thirty seconds, I'm not going to care who walks in,” he told her, his hand wandering away from her shoulder to her breast, teasing her n****e with his thumb. She moaned sleepily, but his words slowly began to register. And as much as she could so easily climb back on top of Michael, her body already responding to the possibility, she wasn't sure she was up to putting on a public show for all of his family. Ever so reluctantly, Maya stood, letting the thrill of standing there naked, Michael's eyes fiery and fixed on her body, course through her for just a few more seconds before reaching for her dress, slipping it on slowly. Michael stood and she turned away, her mouth starting to water. She could hear him chuckle as he slid on his jeans and t-shirt, but it was her turn to make noise as he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her, one hand coming to rest on her breasts and the other pressed against her clit.

“Ready?” he queried teasingly. She nodded, but didn't move until he had released her, taking her hand instead and heading for the door to return to the rest of the family who were seated beyond. They returned to their seats, and Maya could feel every set of eyes on her as she did her best to prevent a blush from creeping to her cheeks. She had no doubt by the knowing stares that there was no question what she and Michael had been doing in the other room. But a voice sounded on the intercom system a moment later, letting them know that the plane would be landing momentarily.