Holy fricken hell.

That's a jet. We just pulled up to a private jet. Why did we just pull up to a private jet?

I look over to Boston who seems to be gauging my reaction. He bites his lip before gesturing to the jet with, "so, I was thinking... weekend in Vegas? With me? At my place? Dinner out? Night on the town? As you can see the airfare is taken care of."

"Yes!" I unbuckle my seatbelt then launch myself into his arms. "Yes!" His arms wrap around me. "Thank you!"

Once I release my death grip on him, he looks over to the jet again. "It's not too much, is it? I just wanted to surprise you and it be just the two of us instead of having to deal with airports, all that nonsense. That shit is a hassle."

"I mean, it's a private jet. How does one even acquire a private jet?" I've never been on a small jet, a really small plane that made feel like I was going to die—yes, but not this.

"My father bought it. It's one of his jet."

One of?

That's right, Boston's dad is loaded.

We make our way out of the car and over to the jet. After climbing a set of stairs, and being greeted by a very friendly stewardess, I'm smacked in the face with lavishness. This is not at all what I was expecting when he asked me to spend a weekend with him.

There's a giant television in front of a decent sized couch. There's two chairs that look like they recline and three doors in the back. The ceiling isn't a ceiling. I can see through the ceiling. At the sky.

Holy hell.

The stewardess says something to Boston before walking to the front of the plane and entering a door. I hadn't paid attention to what she'd said though. No, I'm too flabbergasted. This is ridiculous; ridiculously nice. Nice isn't even the word it's—

"It's a bit ostentatious, isn't it?" That isn't exactly the word I was looking for. "It's my father's jet and I wanted to treat you but now I kind of feel like I'm coming off as a pretentious dick and a show off."

"Boston, you'd never come off as a pretentious dick. I mean, yeah, it's like a five star jet, but I'm not complaining. This is incredible."

"I just want to make sure it's not like too over the top or anything, you know?"

I nod. "Like I said— no complaints here." I'm now truly realizing he wasn't joking when he said his dad and Bruce Wayne had similarities. Rhoen had treated Amelia and I when we all had gone out together in Boston but I had no idea he had money like this.

I walk over to the middle door feeling curious. When I grab the handle Boston tells me to wait but I open the door anyway. Inside is a bedroom, the bed covered in rose petals. I feel my cheeks flush thinking about how we'd be spending some of our flight in here and the things we'd be doing.

"Okay, I know this basically implies that I want to have sex but—"

"You don't want to have sex?" I quirk a brow at him.

"Well, yeah, I do but I don't want you thinking it's like an expectation or anything."

"I miss doing things with you." A cocky grin plants itself on his face. "But you're right, this," I gesture to the petal-covered bed, "insinuates that you think I have to have sex with you because we're on your big fancy jet. So maybe it's for the best if we don't do anything like that." His features fall completely. On his face is a worried and partially dissatisfied look. "I'm kidding." I swat his upper arm when he looks like he doesn't believe me. "I'm seriously kidding. You'd never make me feel like that. You never have."

"You had me there for a second." He rocks on his heels and shoves a hand through his hair. "You sure I'm not coming off as a pretentious, expectant dick?"

I roll my eyes. "Yes, Boston, I'm sure. You've never come across as pretentious. I don't know why you keep using that word or thinking I'd ever think that about you."

I toss my bag on a chair in the corner and then jump on the bed, landing in a the lovely scented petals. No more than two seconds later is Boston on top of me. He hovers over me, hair a little longer than the last time I saw him. The longer portion on the top is hanging down, tickling my forehead.

"I've missed you so fucking much. I've missed having you like this," he bumps his nose with mine, "beneath me with that beautiful red flush adorning your cheeks." He caresses one of my cheeks with the back of his hand while his lips press against the other. "You're so beautiful, Mon." The last bit was a hot whisper on my flesh.

"I've missed you too, Boston."

✩✩✩

Two hours later, after stuffing my face with an array of chocolate covered fruits, two and a half glasses of champagne, I'm feel rather bubbly; much like the champagne itself. I don't know if being so high up in the air makes you get tipsy faster but I am definitely there.

Boston is sipping a glass of gin which smells like floor cleaner; pine. He seems to be feeling pretty happy as well. Not sure if it's the liquid courage, the man himself, the sexy bedroom that awaits us, or a combination of the three, but the sexy hormones coursing through me have me starved for it. Starved for sex.

I stare at him from my seat on the couch and think about the way he looks with nothing on. How his abdomen is so fit and toned, covered in ink. That perfectly carved V that points downward to his thick cock. I squeeze my legs together thinking about it.

He looks over at me from his seat on the recliner, ignoring the television. He eyes me knowingly as he sips his drink. To my surprise, he goes back to watching the movie.

Feeling buzzed and rather playful, wanting his attention again, I unbutton my pants. He glances at me but only for a moment. Excuse me, sir, I am waving the sex flag! Can't you see!? I pull my shirt off and fling it at him, smacking him directly in the face. Another quick glance before he tosses the garment back on the couch with me. I see how it is. I shimmy out of my pants, kicking them off at him. This time he scans my body a bit longer, licking his lips before putting the drink back to his mouth and flicking his eyes to the screen.

Feeling determined to keep his eyes on me I stand up and step in front of him, blocking his view of the tv. He quirks a brow but look otherwise unaffected. I reach back and unclasp my bra and slip my arms out while still holding the material over my breasts.

He can try to hide it but his eyes darken. They tell me how hungry he is for me even though he's playing whatever game this is. I jiggle them slightly in my hands, his eyes glued to the action. Once I'm satisfied that his attention won't leave I drop my bra to the floor.

"Unffff," he groaned out before cupping the bulge in his pants. The one I hadn't even realized was there until this exact moment. "Now who's expecting what from who?"

So that's what this little game was all about.

"You know I was seconds away from going into that bedroom, locking the door, and taking care of myself."

"No need for that." He stands up and takes his shirt off before tossing it at me, hitting me in the face as I had him.

"Hey!"

"Just getting you back." I toss the shirt on the couch with mine. When I look back at him there's something shiny on his chest, specifically his nipples.

"Did you pierce your nipples?"

"I didn't but my friend did. Kind of an impulsive thing I did last week." I step closer to him, analyzing them. God, why does this make him even sexier? "You don't like them?"

"No, I like them a lot. Like a lot a lot."

"I could do yours." He reaches out and pinches my nipples. "Your tits are perfect."

"Does it hurt?" He gives me a look that says 'seriously is that even a question'. "Okay, so it hurts." He nods. "Does it take a while to heal?"

"It can. Usually a few months or so, sometimes sooner. All depends on the person." He reaches out and cups each breasts, massaging them steadily then pinching each peaked tip. "I'll do it, if you want." A feeling of excitement rolls through me.

"Yeah, I think maybe I'd be into it. Well, if you're into it."

"Oh I'm into it. Bod mod is kind of a thing for me. If you can't tell." He gestures down his body.

"I didn't realize how much I am into it too." I met Boston and everything I thought I liked went out the window. Boston is the personification of everything I'm into, everything I want and am attracted to. "I want you so bad right now."

"Do you?" I nod up to him. "Let's see how bad." He dips his hand into my underwear then slips two fingers into my wet slit. "Oh you want me real bad, baby."

"So bad."

"Let's give you your fix then." He grabs my hand and leads me into the bedroom. He pushes me back on the bed before kneeling between my legs. "I have missed tasting you." I shiver from his words and from the kisses he's placing on my inner thigh. "Missed you soaking my face and cock like you did these pretty little panties." He snaps the material against my dripping-wet sex. Slipping them off my body he says, "the poor thing never stood a chance," before tossing them aside.

No, they didn't, not when competing with my want for the man in between my legs.

"Mmm you look delicious." He takes both of my legs and tosses them over his shoulders, pulling my body down until my sex is directly in his face. "Oh baby I missed this." He places a kiss on my wet lips. "Missed this pussy, my pussy."

"All yours." At my declaration his tongue rolls down my slit before entering my insides. He twirls it around before going back up to my clit and sucking on it. The way he is sucking with the combination of flicks from his tongue already have me shaking. "Oh God, Boston!" He releases his suction and I let out a whimper of frustration. My hips rolling and moving toward his face with need. "Booooston please."

"I love hearing you beg, baby." He slides two fingers in me before continuing where he left off, sucking and flicking.

Suck. Flick. The feeling of his teeth grazing my clit every now and again. Suck. Flick. His fingers pushing in and out. In and out. Curling just so. OH!

I toss my head back and moan at the sensations building in me. I grab my breasts, pinching my nipples hard to build it even faster. With my entire body shaking, my orgasm slams into me and out of my mouth with a feral scream of a noise. Boston doesn't let up on me, not even little. Those fingers pound into me, coaxing more and more orgasmic fluid from me. Even when the orgasm passes Boston doesn't stop. He continues his nearly manic ministrations on me until I feel myself about to come again. I cling to the mattress with one hand and my breast with the other. Whimpers and little moans leave me until I'm thrown over the precipice again.

The scream I let out I'm sure everyone in the jet heard, possibly even the people thousands of feet below. Because this orgasm is the best orgasm. The best one I've ever had.

A/N:
I know it's been a couple of days buuuuut hopefully this chapter makes up for it.

Happy Thursday!