Willows, Jennifer - Lust for Life [The Moreland Brothers 2] (Siren Publishing Allure) (12 page)

Charli invited Dev inside, offering him a drink or other refreshment while he waited. He refused, but did take a seat on the proffered couch. Charli made simple choices for her weekend wardrobe. A few T-shirts, a jacket, two pair of jeans, and sweats. She grabbed one dress, just in case they were going out. The shoes she was wearing would suffice for all her outfits, save the dress, so she took a pair of Manolo heels and a hat. Her finishing touch was to blow her hair out with a round brush to give it some bounce.

Deven seemed content to wait for her patiently in the living room, but he was nowhere near silent as she got ready.

“How long have you lived here?” It was the first question he asked of her, and more than ten minutes after they came inside. As the query broke the silence it took her aback, and she finally mustered up the words to answer him.

“Uh… Give or take seven years.”

“How did you end up buying at such a young age?”

“I wasn’t really that young, Deven. I was twenty-two when the process started and closed on the sale the week after my birthday.”

“That’s a good question. When is your birthday?”

Charli laughed, wasn’t that a bit backwards? They spent so much time having sex that they didn’t even take the few minutes to get acquainted first.

“So you think that’s funny, Charli?”

“No… my birthday is March 15.”

“Ahhh… makes sense, the Ides of March. My birthday is September 3.” She could hear the chuckle in his voice and shook her head, preparing to dress herself.

Tugging on a heather-gray V-neck tee from her reserved clothing, she paired it with a bright-green scarf looped around her neck and a pair of dark skinny jeans. Pulling on her shoes, Charli took the remaining clothing she packed and walked through the house. She checked her bathroom and kitchen for trash bags so they would be ready for her Monday morning pickup.

Deven’s eyes were stormy and lusty as she passed him with her bags. She thought he would touch her, and she stopped her exit short hoping he would. But he merely cleared his throat and took her trash, leaving Charli to feel dissatisfied mixed with a vague sense of disappointment.

* * * *

Deven enjoyed taking in the view at Charli’s house. The living room was mostly neutrals, walls a taupe color, couch a brown leather sectional. She had a series of large African masks clustered on one wall and two of Makenzie’s signature paintings on another. There was no clutter to speak of. The house was immaculate, not even a stray dust mote marring any of the spotless surfaces, nooks or crannies. Her home was evocative of her personal scent, subtle yet exotic spice, just a hint of floral. It was reminiscent of India in the spring, warm, sensual and spicy.

She was a neat freak and the perusal of her living room let him know more about her. She wasn’t narcissistic, there was no man in her life recently, and she didn’t have much family. The lack of personal pictures of herself or loved ones gave him most of his clues. The only scent in the home was hers and no signs of a male being here existed. Plus, Charli was tight, her walls even tighter than the first time. He didn’t know why, but he felt a sense of satisfaction at the thought of no other man in her life. He’d really hate to think while he was suffering blue balls for the last year she was off having good sex with another man.

Those thoughts led to others, mainly of the things he would like to do to her. Then from left field Deven had an idea featuring Charli and their ride today. A couple of months ago, Charyn gave Marques and him a few toys left over from Makenzie’s bridal shower. For whatever reason, half of the guests bought the bride vibrators and Charyn decided to share the wealth. At the time, Deven laughed the gift off and if his memory was correct the bullet was collecting dust in the Tesla’s glove box.

He was smiling about his devious intentions as Charli came out of her bedroom. She looked amazing as always, being the type of woman to look great in anything she chose to wear. Deven felt a spark of heat flare between them on the way out of the door. But he opted to ignore the pull between them so he didn’t push her too far, too fast. Once he saw her carrying trash bags, Deven felt like a heel for not thinking of her refuse, and took the plastic bags from her. Charli dropped her single suitcase at the car as he pulled the green canister curbside. He put her overnight bag in the trunk, escorted Charli into the car, and they set off, headed for the airport used on the previous day’s dive.

When they arrived, it was almost three, and the weather was cool, but there was no frigid bite in the wind. Charli hopped out of the car and skipped inside the hangar. Deven reached over to the glove compartment and hit pay dirt. The blue velvet bag was still in the corner and when he peeked inside what he found was perfect for his purposes. Amazingly, he felt an excitement unlike any he’d had in years, couldn’t wait to get her up in the air. He knew the bird’s-eye view would stun her, along with the toy he had in hand. Since the hang time in the air would last longer than that of the skydive and there was more control over the descent, he could work her to screaming orgasms for as long as he wanted.

Deven decided to start with her basic maneuvers training since he had already shown her some first aid before. The training was brief since most maneuvers and emergency procedures were similar. He was going to use a backpack this time to attain altitude, so they wouldn’t need a plane to take off. Since Charli was more than a bit shorter than him, he was going to handle most of the takeoff and landing on his own. Deven put on the one-piece flight suit and gave Charli hers. But before she could start stripping, he handed her the small felt bag.

“Are you wearing panties?”

“Maybe...” Charli’s eyes were laughing and impatiently Dev pulled her jean waistband back and leered at the tiny sapphire thong she wore.

“Good job. I want you to place the item in this bag inside your pussy. Make sure to keep on the panties.” Deven’s eyes were wicked, and Charli responded with a grin of her own.

He saw in her eyes that she was in the mood to tease before Charli pulled her pants to her ankles. She slid the blue fabric covering her to the side and pushed the elliptical silver bulb inside her moist lips.

Deven was floored the sight of her, the way she was so open to him, and his desires. She didn’t have any shame, and he loved the hedonistic view. The way she was so willing to play along with his games was heady. She reminded him of a cactus, prickly on the outside, but sweet and wet inside. He hadn’t had the opportunity to taste her sweet flesh, but he vowed to make the dive into her wet warmth this weekend. But for now he would just watch her.

Charli was currently rubbing her clit through the thin material covering her sex. Just when he thought he was going to have to take her now, the show stopped, just as suddenly as it started. She pulled her pants up and smiled at him.

* * * *

She spotted the tent in front of his suit, showing that he was ready to fuck her. But sadly, he was going to have to wait. They had a date in the air. Taking the offered suit, she pulled it over her pants and tee, leaving the scarf off. Deven took a fan motor from the wall and checked it over.

“This is the paramotor. It operates on gas, and you run a few steps to take off. The chute is different than last time. It is made to carry the air currents and allows better coasting time. If we catch good air, we could fly almost half the night. The motor will give us two, maybe two and a half hours of flight. But this engine has a starter, so it can be turned off and the warm currents of air will hold us. If we need it, we can just turn it back on.”

“Wow, never thought I’d be doing this, to say the least.”

“I think you’ll find it to your liking. Since we’re going tandem, I’m going to do most of the running for the takeoff, you just need to follow my lead. When we land, just take a few running steps once your feet touch the ground. Otherwise we’ll fall down, and I’d rather not, especially with both of us and the motor.”

“Okay, I think I can do that.”

Deven carried the pack outside, and Charli followed. She watched him ready the pack, chute spread behind them in prep for takeoff. Deven strapped Charli in the first harness, up front. He took his position behind her and pulled the harness around himself. Charli pulled on the offered helmet, as Dev did the same. Before moving he tapped the headset and spoke.

“You ready?”

“As much as I’m ever going to be.”

“All right, count of three, run ten steps fast.”

Breathing hard, Charli nodded.

“One... Two... Three!”

Charli started running, Dev adjusting his gait to keep pace, her legs hitting sprint mode in one stride. By step eight, the motor had done its job, and the pair was aloft. The climbing was slow, similar to a quick elevator. But just a few minutes later, they were in the air, looking down at the world. Charli smiled and loved the heights, amazed at the air and the bird’s-eye view. She saw planes in the distance, where they penetrated clouds. She saw people driving cars and trucks on the road. This view was amazing, even more so than the adrenaline-filled dive yesterday. There was so much more that she could take the time to truly see. This feeling was gentler, a natural change in atmosphere. She wanted to remember everything and wished she had a camera. She must have spoken her desire aloud, as Dev responded to the need.

“Check the right breast pocket of your suit next to the radio. It’s on a lanyard, attached to the pocket. That way, you don’t have to worry about dropping it.”

“Thanks! Can’t wait to give Mak some of these pictures. I want a painting of one of them.”

Dev chuckled before retorting. “Something told me you would love this.”

The couple rode in silence for another twenty minutes before Dev pressed the remote. The resulting moan rang through her helmet, the sound raising his cock slightly to press against her back. She couldn’t resist squirming, discomfited by the vibrations on her spot when he decided to up the ante and finish with his words what the bullet started.

“I wish I could see your face, Charli. You are so sexy when you come for me.”

“Oohh, Dev, baby... it’s so close.” Her breath emitted as pants, bursting past her lips onto the wind.

“That’s right, Charli, come for me. Sounds so good. I love just watching you tremble, it makes my cock harder than ever. We could even have a special harness made so we can fuck when we fly.”

The idea left her shuddering and turned his stiff member granite against her, the erection prodding her felt strong enough to dent steel. “You are going come for me now, and I want to hear you.”

Charli let go of the lip she bit holding the bulk of her moans at bay. She leaned her head back as she felt the vibrations grow stronger. She looked at the canopy of the chute, framed by blue sky, and came, wailing her pleasure to the world.

Dev chuckled harshly. “That’s what I’m talking about. Come for me again. So good, pixie.”

The headset tricked her into feeling he was speaking next to her ear, even felt his breath along her neck and she craned her neck, eyes wide and bright. Finally, Charli laid her head back to rest as she watched the sky pass over her as the bullet slowed and finally stopped. Looking down she saw Deven had already turned them back to where they came from, and the ride back seemed quick. Even so, Charli was surprised when she saw the hangar come into view.

“We’re back already?”

“Yep, the winds are travelling this direction, so it lends speed to our traveling time when returning. We flew for over two hours though, here and back. On the count of three, get those little legs going for me. One... Two... Three!”

Yet again, Charli was sprinting and he grabbed her up, and just as suddenly as they touched ground, the movement stopped. Deven took Charli’s harness off, unsnapping her at the shoulder.

* * * *

His cock was still semi-hard, and he wanted to increase the tension that each of them felt before giving in. So Deven packed up the gear and carefully checked his chute before locking up, without fucking her brains out. The duo hopped in the Tesla and was once again on the road, headed for destinations unknown.