Avenging Us - Gina Whitney
To you dear readers…always to you.
It has been said that all love begins and ends with she who gave us life. For all the poems of unrequited love, there are so few on the pain of being the object of affection. The truth is, it’s not love on which the strongest foundations are built. It’s the decency of merciful lies…Abel Gunner.
A blaze of white buildings under a diamond star-studded sky was the last view I had of Mykonos. The plane’s engines thrust to life and I drew in a deep, anxious breath. A bead of sweat made its way steadily down my neck. Fuck it’s hot, I thought. I reached above and put the air on high. Anxiety crept along my palms like a slow moving fire, causing a twitching sensation through to the tips of my fingers. I managed one last soothing look at the crescent shaped harbor swelling with party-goers, and released a loud sigh past my tense lips as I rubbed the ache in my chest.
Now, back to the pressure.
I felt the need to pace for the first time in six weeks. Yes, this holiday was exactly what we needed, and my cock agreed. One throb and my eyes followed my beauty’s barely covered thighs. She was curled up like a sweet kitten on my lap with her head resting over my chest—a direct line to my heart. Her knees bent, and hair in a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck. Soft breaths fluttered over my chest as my finger pulled a soft curl around her ear and my lips grazed her temple. I whispered, “I love you” into her ear and felt the intensity of those three simple words down to my toes. Goose bumps flanked her legs and arms, and the mere sight of them made my cock roar to life. She was so responsive, and that in itself pumped blood through the veins of my cock. My heart beat quicker, harder, because I was the luckiest son of a bitch.
I carefully lifted her to adjust my cock from painfully rubbing against the zipper of my jeans. No way would I make it through this flight without coming. Even if my beauty’s ass hadn’t been resting against my hard-on, just being in the vicinity of her was enough to explode. The taste for her clung to my tongue. Too potent to deny, and let’s face it…I wasn’t one to deny myself the pleasure of her hot mouth or snug cunt. The weight of her fully rested against my painful hard-on. I held her steady with an arm around her, and thrust upward. Jesus fuck…you are one sick fuck, I thought.
The whoosh of the cabin door reminded me we weren’t alone as the flight attendant pushed the noisy refreshment cart down the aisle. She was a slim, tall brunette with a cheeky, wide smile and entirely too perky for this early of a flight. She looked official in her uniform. However, the ribbon around her neck in lieu of a scarf caught my attention. Call me crazy, but I knew a wannabe sub if ever I saw one. I chose to ignore my inclinations and cradled Beauty closer to my chest…stroking her face with the back of my hand. She burrowed deeper, exhaling a sigh. I smiled and a spark of contentment ran through me. I never imagined that the word “contentment” would ever pass my lips. But there wasn’t another word to explain the calmness that’d settled over me.
“Good morning, Mr. Gunner. I’m Emmy,” she cheerfully announced.
I put my finger to my lips, pointing to the sleeping Gia curled up against me.
She nodded in understanding. In a whispered tone, she asked, “Can I offer you any refreshments? Perhaps breakfast… We have fruit, eggs, scones…you name it, we have it.” Her eyes roamed from mine to Gia, slumbering in my lap, taking it all in.
I mouthed, “water for now.” Again, she nodded and made a show of bending over in her tight skirt a little too long to be considered an accident. I shook my head, holding a laugh back. And they say guys think with their cocks.
She produced two chilled bottles of water, wiped off the condensation, and bent over Gia to hand them to me. I’m sure the flash of her cleavage at eye level was intentional as well. “Just ask and I will do my best to fulfill anything else you might need.” She winked and gave her best seductive smile. Her