Pretty In Ink (16 page)

WILSON

My father said a relationship is no different than a good romance novel. A fight, separation, angst, and an eventual reunion are all required to make it great. As the jet leveled off at 39,000 feet, I stood from my recliner and opened my arms, quite certain his advice was one hundred percent accurate.

“Can I get up?” she asked. 

“Sure,” I said as I motioned for her to stand.

“This is awesome. It’s got tons of room,” she said as she stood.

“I’ve always had issues with flying in commercial airliners. To tell you the truth, I have no business with a jet, hell I don’t need one…” I said as I looked around the cabin. “But it lets me fly without the stress of flying commercial.”

“Can’t fuck on an American Airlines flight, either,” she said as she slapped her hand against the cushion of her seat.

“Which brings me to this,” I said as I leaned toward her.

I placed my hands on each side of her face and kissed her. Our lips met, our tongues intertwined, and what began as a playful kiss quickly turned into a much more passionate affair. Within seconds, we were tearing at each other’s clothes in an almost frantic state.

Being away from Stevie for three days was eternal torture. It provided me with all of the pain, agony, heartache, and heartbreak I needed to fully understand I never wanted to be without her again. There was no doubt she was the woman not only of my dreams, but the
only
woman I could ever love. As we stumbled along the fuselage groping and grabbing each other, I felt I couldn’t touch her enough, love her enough, or provide her with enough. I felt I needed more, but realized she was offering all she was able and all I had asked for.

“I want that cock. I
need
it,” she said as she fumbled with my shorts.

“Take it easy,” I said as I reached for the button.

“Take it easy? Come on, I apologized. It’s over,” she said.

I felt like we had broken up, and although it had only been a matter of days, it seemed like months since I had seen her. I realized ultimately I had done nothing wrong, but it sure didn’t feel that way. I wanted long-lasting romance, kissing, and to hold her in my arms.

“I want to hold you, hug you, and never let you go,” I said.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Fuck all that. And don’t get sappy on me. I fucked up. It’ll never happen again. But sorry, dude, I don’t do the sappy shit,” she said. “I just don’t.”

She pushed her shorts to her ankles and kicked them to the side.

“Nobody is gonna come out of there, right?” she asked as she tossed her head toward the front of the plane.

I shook my head and chuckled. “Not unless there’s a serious problem.”

She pulled off her underwear and tossed them beside her shorts.

“I can’t fuck you if you’re dressed,” she said as she waved her hand toward my waist.

As she stood in front of me wearing nothing but a shirt, I stared blankly. I still felt a need to hold her, hug her, and kiss her. I wanted to convince myself she was never going to leave me again. She may not “do sappy”, but at that moment, I felt like a hopeless romantic, and I wanted assurance we were going to be alright long-term. I watched her silhouette collapse into her chair, and realized I had been standing with my hand on the waistband of my shorts for quite some time.

As my eyes came into focus, I realized she was sitting in her recliner with it fully reclined. With her legs cast out to the side and her heels dug deeply into the side of the leather arms, she had her two middle fingers shoved deep inside her pussy.

And my hopeless romantic feelings immediately vanished.

I wrestled with removing my shorts, finally pulled them off, and frantically tore at my boxers as I stumbled toward the recliner. After almost falling down twice, I eventually ended up at the foot of the recliner between her knees.

Seemingly without a worry in the world, she continued to finger herself and grin. I situated myself on my knees and watched for a moment while she pleasured herself, moaning and biting her lip the entire time. Now in front of the recliner with a stiff cock and a heart full of desire, I leaned forward and pressed my palms against her inner thighs.

“Move your hand,” I said.

She held her fingers in place for a moment, exhaled, and then slowly slid them from inside of her. I moved my hands along the inside of her thighs, and using the tips of my thumbs, prepared for what I had planned.

As I moved my face between her legs, she began to moan in anticipation. With my tongue flicking against her clit and my index finger slowly working in and out of her wet pussy, she raised her ass slightly and began to wail.

“Oh God…” she cried.

As the plane flew over the desert, I continued to suck and lick her clit until she pressed her hands into the back of my head and began to buck her hips against my face. My tongue now buried deep inside of her, I held it in place and used my upper lip to stimulate her clit.

“Oh…fuck…” she bellowed as she reached climax.

Her legs shook as she released her grasp on my head. After a series of short choppy breaths, she exhaled and lowered her butt onto the seat of the recliner. I raised my head and shifted my eyes to meet hers.

With wide eyes and a huge smile, she raised her hands to her head and scratched her scalp frantically. “Holy fuck,” she said.

I motioned toward the edge of the seat. “Get up,” I said. “And bend over this seat.”

She stood from the recliner and turned around. I reached for the lever on the side of the recliner, pulled it, and swiveled the seat to face the window.

“There,” I said as I motioned toward the seat.

“Only gotta tell me once,” she said as she bent over the foot of the recliner and placed her hands on the arms.

As she arched her back and hiked her ass high in the air, I guided the tip of my cock into the warm wet folds of her pussy and held it there. I glanced down, fixed my eyes on her cute little butt, and cleared my throat.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she responded over her shoulder.

I shoved myself inside of her in one violent thrust, almost causing her to collapse into the seat of the recliner. The force caused her to exhale a deep grunt, and before she had time to recover, I pulled my hips back and did it again, this time with slightly more force.

“This is for believing her,” I said. “Consider it punishment.”

I reached down, grabbed her waist in my hands, and began to fuck her with every ounce of my being. With my hips slapping against her ass, and my fingertips digging into her torso, I pounded my rigid cock in and out of her wet pussy for several long minutes. The combination of being filled with the excitement of our having become reunited, the fact we were in an airplane, and her sheer undeniable beauty quickly became too much for me to contain.

I shifted my eyes toward the window, peered through it, and realized we were flying over the Rocky Mountains. In a matter of an hour, we’d be home, where we certainly belonged.

As far as I was concerned, there was no better place for me to reach climax.

I released her waist, continued to shove her full of my thick shaft, and slapped my hand against her ass.

“Oh fuck. Yes!” she shouted.

I continued to slap her ass with each stroke, grinning the entire time. With each slap, she let out a cry of pleasure. The slaps eventually proved to be as effective as torturing her nipples, and eventually I felt her begin to contract around my throbbing cock.

I arched my back and groaned in pleasure as I felt cum spurt from the tip of my dick. At the same time, she buried her head into the recliner and groaned. In a matter of seconds, we both collapsed into the recliner, clearly exhausted from the three day ordeal.

“This thing is covered in cum,” she said as she tilted her head toward her waist.

I shrugged my shoulders. “They’ll clean it.”

She her eyes shifted toward the window. “Did you see those mountains? That was awesome. When we were flying over ‘em, I came so hard…”

“I sure did, and I came at the same time,” I said.

“I fucking love you,” she said. “And I’m so sorry for doubting you.”

“I love you, Stevie. And you’re forgiven,” I responded.

“I wish this fucker had music,” she said.

“It does,” I said.

She sat up in the seat and narrowed her eyes. “Seriously?”

I nodded my head. “It has wi-fi, and the same system I have in the house, why?”

She wiggled past me, stood, and used my shirt to wipe the cum from the inside of her thighs. After putting on her shorts and not bothering to put on a shirt, she turned toward me and held out her hand.

“Where’s your phone, mine’s in the ocean,” she said.

“Shorts pocket. You used my shirt to clean up?”

“Yeah, sure did, Dork. You forgave me, remember? Being in trouble with you is some good shit, so feel free to punish me for it. But wait till I’m done dancing,” she said as she reached for my shorts.

Still quite naked, I relaxed into the recliner and watched, wondering what she was going to dance to. Seeing her move to the music was magical, and made her appear exquisite.

As the song began, I realized it was not an old school beat like what she had danced to before, but something much newer, and modern. The beat was hypnotic and the words were very suggestive.

As she pranced up and down the fuselage of the plane to the music, I became erect again. Seeing her squeezing her breasts, dancing, and tossing her hair to the music was far too sensual for me to contain myself.

Halfway into the song, and I couldn’t take it anymore. As she continued to wiggle, turn, and twist to the sound, I began to stroke my cock.

While she danced, I stroked. Several times, in her perfectly timed choreography, she worked her way to within inches of me, pointed at me, and turned away; her hair swirling behind her as she did so.

Quite moved by the entire experience and more than turned-on to the sound of the music and her ability to move in conjunction with it, I continued to stroke myself. As the song came to a close, she dropped to a kneeling position and began to squeeze her breasts.

And I came all over my stomach.

“That was hot as fuck,” she said as I collapsed into the seat.

“Holy crap. It sure was,” I said as I stood. “I need a rag.”

“Here,” she said as she tossed me my shirt.

I wiped the cum from my stomach and grinned as I tossed my shirt on the floor of the plane.

“What was the name of that song? That was remarkable,” I said.

“Only new song worth dancing to. Same name as the shop. Blurred Lines,” she said.

“Blurred Lines? Really?” I asked.

She nodded her head. “Yep.”

“I’ll have to remember that one,” I said.

“Be tough to forget,” she said.

As the place began to descend, I gazed down at her and became lost in her beauty. She was wild, she was intense, she was brash, and she was without any type of filter whatsoever.

But she was mine.

And I intended to make sure she knew it.

STEVIE

I rolled to my side and opened my eyes. The portion of the bed beside me was made neatly, and Wilson’s pillows were perfectly placed against the headboard of the bed. Confused, I rolled to the other side and glanced toward the master bath. I heard nothing to indicate he was in there.

“Wilson?”

“Wilson?”

I climbed from the bed, walked to the bathroom, and peed. His towel hung from the towel rack in front of me. I reached for it and pressed my hand against it. Still damp from his shower, it was obvious he had already awoken and prepared himself for the day. Still quite tired, I stumbled for the bedroom door which led to the hallway and opened it.

“Wilson?”

I hopped down the steps and walked into the kitchen. On the center island was a small envelope. I walked to the edge of the counter and gazed down at it. In the center, my name was written in his perfect handwriting.

Fuck me, he’s breaking up with me for being an idiot…

I frantically tore the envelope open and pulled out a plain white card with a decorative edge.

Go to the place where we had our first date, but whatever you do, don’t choose to wait…

What the fuck?

I ran upstairs, grabbed my purse, and ran to the garage. Still dressed in my pajamas, and not even wearing a bra, I started my car and drove the two miles to the only Dunkin Donuts in the city. After I arrived, I sat in the car, slightly hesitant to go inside with my tits flopping everywhere, but the note said not to wait.

As I walked in fully expecting to see Wilson, I was surprised to see a dozen or so firemen and two cops.

I walked to the counter and stared at the lady behind it.

“Stevie?” she asked with a smile.

“Huh?”

“You’re Stevie?” she asked.

“Uhhm, yeah.”

“Here,” she said as she handed me an identical envelope.

I accepted it, nodded my head, and turned around. As I walked toward the door, I opened it and pulled out the card.

The home where you once lived was cute, yet small. Your next clue hangs on an exterior wall…

This motherfucker has got me playing a game.

A fucking scavenger hunt.

I kicked the door open, walked to my car, and tossed the card in the seat beside the other. After a fifteen minute drive to the other side of town, I pulled into the driveway of my old home. In complete contrast to the brown paint, a white envelope was pinned to the left side of the house, high on the exterior wall. I got out of the car, walked to the side of the house and stared up at the envelope.

After half a dozen tries, I finally jumped up high enough to grab the bottom of the envelope and tear it from the siding.

I tore it open, pulled out the card, and grinned.

You stood in the rain; angry, cold, and wet…and in that place the next clue you’ll get…

You cocksucker.

I backed out of the driveway and drove all the way to the other end of town. After finally finding a parking spot, I began to weave my way through the countless shopping carts and cars and make my way toward the front of the store. As I cleared the last aisle of cars and glanced up, I was shocked.

Lightning sat on his bike at the exact spot where Wilson and I met.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

He grinned and shrugged his shoulders. “Sittin’, you?”

“I uhhm. I came here. I’m looking for something,” I said.

He nodded his head once. “Nice pajamas.”

“Fuck off,” I said in a sarcastic tone. “I didn’t have time to change.”

He leaned forward slightly and reached for his back pocket. “Look like this?”

He pulled a wrinkled but identical envelope from his back pocket and studied it.

“You weirdo,” I said as I snatched the envelope from his hand.

I tore the envelope open and pulled out the card.

The next clue you need is on my plane, but time is of the essence, so don’t refrain…

“Bye,” I said as I spun around.

I ran to the car, backed out of the stall, and raced down Rock Road toward Jabara airport. A small private airport at the north end of the city was where we had landed the plane when we came home, and he probably had the note stuck the side of the plane with a piece of fucking bubblegum, knowing him.

The clue finding was cute, and I was actually beginning to enjoy it. I loved how Wilson made me feel with his way of doing things, and I liked that he gave me nice hand written cards. The little rhymes in the cards were cute, and I was anxious to find the next one. Within ten minutes, I pulled up to the guarded entrance of the airport, and was met by a guard.

“How can I help you?” he asked.

“Hi, I need to get something off a plane,” I said.

“Excuse me, Ma’am?” he asked.

I cleared my throat and shook my head. “My boyfriend has an envelope with a clue for me on his plane, and I need to get it.”

“Name?” he asked.

“His or mine?” I asked.

“Yours, Ma’am.”

“Stevie Satterfield,” I said.

“Not on the list, Ma’am,” he responded as he studied his clipboard.

“I just need to…”

“Ma’am, you’re not on the list,” he said.

As I prepared to give him a piece of my mind and crash the gate, a man in a pilot’s jumpsuit walked up to the guard shack and cleared his throat. The guard turned around, noticed the man, and excused himself.

“One moment, Ma’am,” he said.

After a moment, he returned. “You’ll need to park the car behind you, ma’am.”

“And then what?” I asked.

“Go with him, Ma’am,” he said as he pointed at the man in the pilot’s suit.

Slightly frustrated, I parked the car, walked up to the guard shack, and crossed my arms in front of my all but bare boobs.

“You taking me to the plane?” I asked.

“Stevie?” he asked.

“The one and only,” I responded.

“Follow me,” he said.

After following him past the hangers and onto the tarmac, asking tons of questions the entire way, he pointed to a helicopter. “We’ll be taking the chopper. Ma’am.

“Huh? Where are we going?” I asked.

The wind from the helicopter had my hair going everywhere, and my pajama pants were flapping like a flag.

“Keep your head down,” he said as he motioned to the spinning blades above.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

He pulled the door open and tilted his head toward the inside of the helicopter. “Get in, Ma’am. This is the last leg of the trip.”

Excited to ride on a helicopter, I climbed inside. After he got in the other side, he motioned to the seatbelt, which resembled a harness. After helping me secure it, he handed me a set of headphones and told me to put them on.

“Robinson 10-456 to flight control…check…”

“Robinson 10-456 cleared for takeoff on the south runway…”

“Roger that, flight control, Robinson 10-456 for takeoff…”

I grinned as the helicopter quickly lifted from the ground and began to hover. It seemed strange, and almost made me feel sick, but as soon as it began to fly forward, it was a very interesting feeling.

Within a few minutes, we were hovering over the city. It felt like I was a bird, and nothing like the feeling of flying in Wilson’s jet. As we flew over the city, I tried to make sense of where we were and what the buildings were beneath me, but had no idea of where anything was. Eventually, I finally relaxed into my seat and enjoyed the view.

As we flew into the city, I realized my life with Wilson was not only different than it had ever been, but would continue to be different for as long as I lived based solely on his financial ability to do things other people couldn’t. In no way was his wealth a factor in my decision to be with him, and in fact, I was sure I’d be with him even if he was destitute.

The way he made me feel was priceless.

As we flew into the heart of the city, the larger buildings stood in complete contrast to the shorter ones. Although they all looked unfamiliar from where we were, I found them to be interesting.

“We’ll be landing on the one with the grey roof and the red circle on top…”

I giggled into the microphone. “Roger that…”

He turned toward me and smiled.

“Robinson 10-456 descending 102 East Douglas…”

After a few seconds we landed on the roof. He flipped switches, shut down the helicopter, and removed his headset. I shrugged my shoulders and did the same.

“What now?” I asked.

“Get out of the bird, Ma’am,” he said as he opened his door.

I opened my door, got out, and walked around the front of the chopper, slightly confused on where I was going to go, or how I was going to get to my car. As I walked up to the pilot and began to speak, he unzipped his flight suit and reached inside.

“Here you are Ma’am,” he said as he handed me a folded envelope. “Have a nice day.”

I unfolded the envelope and pulled out the card.

Riding in a helicopter is far from a bore, take the stairs from the roof to the twenty-fifth floor…

“Where are the stairs?” I asked.

“Right behind you, Ma’am,” he said as he pointed over my shoulder. “The brick box with the door. Just open it and follow them down.”

“Thank you,” I said over my shoulder as I hurried to the stairs.

After walking down three flights, the sign on the wall of the staircase said it was the twenty-fifth floor. I stepping onto the landing and turned toward the exit door. I immediately noticed an envelope taped to the center of the door. I anxiously pulled it off and opened it.

Take the elevator five more stories down, and then join hands with the funny little clown…

Clown? There better not be a fucking clown, or I’ll throat punch the fucker.

I pushed the door open and walked down the hallway to the elevator. After getting in and pushing the 20
th
floor, I sighed and stared at the floor. As the door opened, I glanced up.

“Hi!” a squeaky voice shouted.

A four foot tall midget clown jumped in front of the door. Dressed in a polka-dot clown suit with a red nose and huge red shoes, he stomped his feet against the floor and held out his hand.

“You creepy little fucker, get away from me. Where’s Wilson?” I asked.

“Take my hand,” he said as he waved his white-gloved hand at his side.

“Fuck off. Where’s Wilson?”

“Take my hand…” he squeaked.

“You creepy little prick, if you fucking touch me…”

He sighed a little clown sigh and stomped his feet. After staring up at the ceiling for a minute, he shifted his creepy little clown eyes toward me.

“Take my hand, we’ll go down the hall, and when we arrive, you’ll have a ball…” he said in a creepy little clown voice.

“I’ll follow you,” I said. “But don’t touch me.”

“Take my fucking hand,” he growled.

Jesus.

“Don’t do anything weird,” I said as I reluctantly grabbed his hand.

At least he was wearing gloves.

We walked down the hallway and almost instantly, I realized where I was. It was Wilson’s old office. The fucking weirdo had taken me on a wild goose chase to his old office, probably for a party to celebrate Andrew taking over.

The fucking dork.

After the clown stepped beside the door and released my hand, I wiped it on my pajamas and opened the door. As soon as I recognized all of the faces, my heart almost stopped and a lump quickly rose into my throat.