38. Tate

CHAPTER 38

TATE

I’d never been on a private plane before.

Never been able to bypass security entirely.

Never had a flight attendant know my name before I stepped foot onto the plane.

I’d also never had a man get on his knees in the middle of the plane aisle to swallow my cock down to the back of his throat after reaching cruising altitude.

But Brooks had changed a lot of things in my life.

It wasn’t unheard of for him to suck me off, but it was rare, and I don’t know if that’s why it felt like a treat or maybe it was because the altitude was doing funny things to my brain, but it took less than thirty seconds before I was ready to come down his throat. I told him as much and he pulled off with a pop, an amused smirk on his face and a tent between his legs.

“Maybe time for a drink then,” he suggested, climbing to his feet and buckling himself into the seat directly across from me.

The plane wasn’t small by any means, but far too big for just the two of us. With a cluster of seats on one side, a table in front of a couch on the other, and a bedroom tucked in the rear, the seating arrangements for the next eight hours were endless. Brooks pressed a button, and less than a minute later the same flight attendant who knew me by name appeared to get our drink orders.

Brooks ordered a whiskey for himself and I was floating too far out of the atmosphere to make a decision on my own, so I asked for the same. She served us expensive whiskey in heavy crystal glasses with round spheres of ice like they had in the drinks at The Black Door. The whole experience was so far beyond surreal, it made me want to cry from the disbelief of it all.

Sipping at the whiskey, I dropped my forehead against the side of the plane so I could stare out the window. It was dark outside, the lights of the city already far behind us as we careened through the air toward Italy.

All because Brooks wanted to buy me good pasta for dinner.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, kicking his foot against mine.

I glanced at him in time to watch him wipe some of my precum from the corner of his mouth before he sipped his drink.

“How less than three months ago I was sitting on the couch with Dylan and he was singing made up songs about the nameless man who’d ruined me for everyone who’d come after him.” I took another swallow of the whiskey. “And now I’m on a plane with him going to Italy just because.”

“You’re going to Italy because I want to take you to Italy,” he corrected .

Somehow, the clarification mattered, but I couldn’t explain how.

“Sometimes I wonder if it’s a fever dream,” I murmured, giving him half a smile.

“That’s the delirium from having an erection as often as you do.”

I chuckled, finishing off my drink and setting my glass down on the arm of the seat. Brooks still had a few sips left in his, and he cocked his head to the side, regarding me silently. He looked at home on the private jet. Even in jeans and a t-shirt he oozed wealth and class. With his legs spread enough to take up the whole seat down to the careless way he held his drink between his thumb and first finger, wrist bent and swinging. Brooks was a man who knew how to get what he wanted and keep it, except until me…that hadn’t entirely been true.

“What are you thinking now?” he asked, unbuckling his seatbelt because he already knew the answer.

“That I want to suck you.”

He hummed and popped the button on his jeans, drink still held loosely in his other hand. It didn’t take much work for him to get his cock out of his pants and I was on my knees as soon as his tip poked out from behind the waistband of his underwear. Brooks combed his fingers through my hair as I sank down between his legs, taking him as far into my throat as I could without gagging. And then I went the rest of the way anyway. His hips lifted off the seat and he groaned, fingers flexing against the back of my head as I swallowed around him.

“Maybe I’m the one dreaming,” he rasped, spreading his hand against the back of my head and holding me down .

My nose was pressed tight against the trimmed curls around his base, the length of his cock filling my mouth and throat. I pressed my hands against his thighs and tried to pull back, to get a breath, but he pushed at me from above and below, making sure there was nowhere for me to go.

“You can do this, darling,” he murmured.

The glass in his drink clinked against the side and the swallow when he drank was audible. Brooks smacked his lips and moaned, cock jerking against the roof of my mouth and blocking my air even further. Screwing my eyes closed, I dug my fingers into his thighs. All the while, spit sputtered out of my mouth, soaking his underwear and sliding down toward his balls and his ass.

He took another drink and turned the spread fingers on the back of my head into a fist, yanking me up hard and fast. My next breath came on a gasp, spitty and sputtering. I hadn’t realized how much he’d been cutting off my air until it returned, the stars sparkling around the edges of my vision as I blinked him into focus, my entire body covered in pins and needles like my muscles were asleep and just starting to wake up.

“Take a drink, Tate,” he said, bringing his glass to my mouth and tilting it back until a swallow of whiskey raced down my throat.

“Thank you.”

“Take a breath,” he said next, and I did, catching the last of it as he pushed my head back down between his legs.

With his hand in my hair, Brooks used my mouth as it pleased him, which pleased me . My cock was hard from his house, hard from the blow job he’d just given me, hard from the rough way he was using me and I was desperate to touch myself. Sliding both of my hands off his legs, I fumbled with my fly. My fingers were numb and clumsy, and by the time I got my dick out of my pants, Brooks had caught on.

He pulled me off of him again with a warning tsking sound against the roof of his mouth.

“I have plenty of speeds,” he said, voice a dangerous and low reminder of his warning before we’d left the house. “The whole crew knows what you’re doing by the way. I instructed them to stay in the back unless called. They’re seasoned, darling. They know what that means.”

With my mouth stuffed full of his cock, there wasn’t much for me to say, but heat flooded my cheeks just the same. It should have been embarrassing, but I found I didn’t care. My brain, my body…it was so singularly focused on Brooks and the pleasure he brought us both, I couldn’t be bothered to care.

The statement and my understanding of it was a new shift in the foundation of our relationship. With the exception of our first night together, everything we’d done had been in private. There was no one to see and judge the way we loved each other. Being on the plane, with the crew in back behind a thin door, probably able to hear the way I gagged around his cock, knowing—hoping, at least—they’d hear us both come before the night was through…

“Does exhibitionism appeal to you?” Brooks asked softly, lifting my mouth enough off of his cock that I could get a decent breath.

I hadn’t thought much about it until that moment, but I definitely didn’t hate it. I didn’t know if it was my own incessant arousal speaking, the need to not have my pleasure delayed another second, but I didn’t just not care if other people knew what we were doing. I managed a nod around his cock, and he eased me back down, raising his hips to make sure he was all the way inside.

“Does it make you hard to think about choking on my cock in public?” he asked, pulling my head and starting a slow and wet pace that had my lips sealing around the flared tip of his cock before he pushed me back down to the base. Up and down. Up. And. Down.

Up.

“It makes me hard to think about choking on your cock anywhere,” I told him.

Down.

Down.

Down.

“I want another drink, Tate,” he said, bending over to get his mouth closer to my ear. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

I nodded, but pushed against his hand until he let me up entirely. He looked just as well fucked as I felt, his cheeks pink and his hair falling toward his face. I could see his pulse in the side of his neck, and I wanted to kiss him there, so I did. Throwing myself onto his lap, I sucked against the artery that caught my eye, and Brooks wrapped his free arm around my back, groaning as I neared the point of sucking a bruise into his skin.

“I don’t care if they know,” I said, kissing up to his ear. “But I don’t want them to see.”

“I’m proud of you for speaking up.” He knocked his head against mine until I slanted our lips together, opening for him to kiss the taste of himself out of my mouth. “Get in your seat then and put your cock away. ”

Touching my erection hurt, and as I zipped up, I wondered if I’d made the wrong decision. Brooks hid his own cock back in his pants, pressing the call button with a steady finger. She was there quickly, and I couldn’t stop myself from smirking when he told her to just bring the bottle. While I waited for her to return, I closed my eyes, trying to imagine what it would feel like for her to have come at his call while I was still on my knees between his legs, mouth stuffed full of cock. I didn’t think she would have called attention to it in any way. She would have taken his order, ignoring me entirely.

I shivered at the thought, at the dismissal.

Since I wasn’t on my knees choking on cock, when she returned with the bottle, she didn’t ignore me.

“Anything for you, Mr. Barlowe?”

“I’m good, thank you.” My voice cracked, and across from me, Brooks smirked.

“That’ll be all,” he said, dismissing her back to the rear of the plane again.

Brooks watched her go, waiting until she was out of sight to twist the top off the bottle and refill his glass. He gestured to mine, but I shook my head, immediately going back to my knees between his legs. He didn’t protest when I tore at his zipper; he only sighed softly when I pulled his hard dick out of his pants and sucked it back into my mouth.

Brooks arranged himself above me, spreading his legs wider and resting his head against the back of the seat. He didn’t return his hand to the back of my head, instead curling his fingers around the armrest of the seat and letting me control the pace. I truly loved sucking his cock, whether it was of my own accord or at his preference. The way he swelled in my mouth, pressing against the backs of my teeth, my tongue. It was consuming in the best ways.

“Hands, Tate,” he grunted.

I raised them and he bound them together at the back of my neck. It was hardly a restraint, but it was enough control to send a surge of heat between my own legs. I humped the air while I sucked him, chasing invisible friction and the edge of my own release.

Content to suck him for the entire eight hour flight if that was what he wanted, I took my time, kissing and sucking and licking my way up and down his shaft. I tongued his slit and his balls, staring up at him through hazy eyes and a mouth full of his nuts. Brooks gazed down at me softly, drink still held loosely in his hand and his eyes full of admiration. He licked his lips, pulling the bottom one into his mouth on the front end of a chin quiver that turned his entire body rigid.

He was barely inside my mouth when he came, spurts of cum landing against my lips and my cheek, my nose. Brooks blinked quickly, groaning as he continued to spill and spill across the side of my face. My lashes fluttered closed and I sank back onto my heels, chest heaving with every breath.

I heard the ice clink when he set his drink down, and with my hands still restrained behind my neck, he used his shaft to clean the cum off my face before feeding his length back into my mouth. Even as he softened against my tongue, I sucked him greedily.

Sucked him happily.

“Tate,” he whispered when his cock finally slipped free of my swollen mouth.

I blinked my eyes open and licked my lips.

He looked at me like I was a ghost, shaking his head and hauling me onto his lap so fast my leg flew out and knocked his whiskey into the aisle. The ice sphere was the only sound in the cabin, rolling toward the back of the plane as Brooks studied my face with wide and frenzied eyes.

“I love you,” I told him, not because I wanted to say it, but because I felt that he needed to hear it.

He released my wrists and took my face into his hands, crashing our mouths together to tell me the same thing in return. I moaned happily against him, my pleasure mounting when he reached into my lap and took my throbbing cock into his fist. He jerked me off with a tight grip and no lube, making me come so hard I saw more than just the stars outside the windows.