The Mile-High Club

Claire woke with a start as the light streaked through the hotel room. Taking in her surroundings, she realised she was still in Indy’s bed. Wow, it had been ages since she had fallen asleep with a guy and spent the night. Still, five times in one night was enough to tire anyone out. 

“Hey baby,” he said as he came too. 

The next thing she knew, his hand started snaking its way down her naked body. He let his fingers brush delicately over her nipple and then down her stomach and between her legs. As his fingers started to explore her, she felt him nibble the back of her neck and shoulder. A groan escaped her lips. 

He held her close, breathing in her ear as he started to circle her clitoris with his fingers. Slow circles at first, giving just the right amount of pressure. As his thumb took over the stroking, she felt him slide his finger inside her. Slowly in and out, the nibbling became just a little harder. 

Just as she felt the pressure increase in her stomach, he flipped her over. In one smooth movement, his fingers were replaced with his solid penis. He moved in and out of her, the sweat on their skin helping the smooth gliding. She felt the tip of him hit the hot spot over and over again until she couldn’t hold on any longer. She felt her orgasm wash over her in waves as he carried on riding her. A couple of minutes later, when Claire was on her second orgasm, she felt him release inside her. 

Holding himself up on his massive arms, he watched her orgasm finally finish releasing. 

“Morning,” he said with a smirk. 

She looked into those blue eyes and chuckled. Those blue eyes were what had started the trouble last night. Still, what Nick didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. 

“I have to go,” Claire said when their breathing had returned to normal. “My plane leaves in two hours.”

“Fuck the plane, stay with me,” he said with a playful grin.

“I have a meeting first thing I can’t miss.”

“Stay with me, and I will fly you back in my jet. I promise you won’t be late.”

A private jet. Claire had guessed he was rich when he took her to the penthouse last night. Not many rooms had their own lift that arrived in the lounge. A private jet, however, was a whole new type of rich. 

He padded naked to the shower. Claire watched him go. The guy had quite an arse. When she first met him at the bar, she knew he was fit by how his muscles moved below his shirt. Nothing had prepared her for quite how fit until he started taking his clothes off last night. 

She followed him to the shower. Who would be silly enough to pass up the opportunity of a trip in a personal jet? 

As she stepped into the cubicle with him, she felt the water hit her as he took her in his arms. Standing behind her, he helped soap her body, slowly at first touching her everywhere except where she wanted to be touched. 

He moved her hair away from her neck and nibbled her ear lobe. She felt him grow hard against her back. She tried to reach round to touch him, but he grabbed her wrists and held them by her side. Never taking his mouth off her ear and neck. 

He spun her around to face him, and she felt his erection against her stomach. Looking around, she looked for somewhere to rest her feet so she could let him enter her. 

He smirked when he saw this and reached behind her. Grabbing a buttock in each hand, he lifted her slowly off her feet and slipped himself into her. She wrapped her legs around his back, and he started to move in and out of her, slowly at first, then with more urgency. 

He pushed deeper and deeper inside her as she felt the throb in her clitoris and her stomach contract. She felt herself release, and then moments later, he did the same as she dug her nails into his back. 

When he was finished, he held her for a couple of moments before placing her gently back on the floor, still keeping her body pressed against him. As they got out, he wrapped her in a robe, wrapping a towel around his body. She watched the drops of water run down his six-pack and felt the familiar stirring in her stomach. 

Five hours later, she knocked on the penthouse door with her small suitcase beside her. He opened the door with a smile. He wore black jeans and a tight shirt that showed off his physique. He looked as good in clothes as he did out. 

As she walked in, he placed one hand on the back of her neck, pulling her closer. He kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth. He smelt and tasted amazing. As he continued to curl his tongue around hers, he explored her breasts through her shirt with his other hand. She felt him grow hard under his jeans and reached her hand down to rub him. 

He released her breast and caught her hand. Reluctantly breaking his mouth away from hers. 

“If you continue doing that, we will never get you home in time.”  

His husky voice caused goosebumps to rise on her arm. She stepped away, putting some distance between them. 

Throwing his night bag over his shoulder, he bent down and picked up her suitcase. She followed him down the corridor. As they reached the lift, he wrapped his fingers through hers and fixed her with his eyes. Those bloody eyes were going to get Claire into trouble. 

They climbed the steps to his luxury jet. A member of staff stored their bags and then disappeared. The pilot came out and shook Indy by the hand. They chatted for a while whilst she made herself comfortable in an armchair. 

He came back to her with a smile and sat in the chair opposite her. 

“Can I get you anything, drink, food?” He asked. 

“I’m fine, honest,” she suddenly felt nervous in his presence. 

She reached into her bag and retrieved the papers for the morning meeting and her phone. She knew what to do but needed something to occupy her mind other than staring into his eyes. She checked her phone first, a couple of messages from Nick saying how much he had missed her last night. With a quick flick of guilt, she realised she hadn’t thought of him once. Not since a handsome stranger had talked her into bed from the hotel bar. 

She typed a quick message saying she would be caught up until after her meeting but would catch up with him in the evening. He replied with a kiss, always a great one for words. She looked up to see if Indy was watching her. He was reading a book he had produced from somewhere. Handsome, rich, amazing in bed and a bookworm. She wondered what his negative was. 

Halfway through their journey, Claire couldn’t stand it any longer. She asked the question that had been on her mind all trip. 

“So, how many other women have you picked up and seduced with a ride in your jet?”

“One of two,” he chuckled. “I tend to save this for the special ones,” he winked as he said it. “How many jets have you been seduced in?”

“None”

“Fuck off,” he laughed. 

“No, not one; I have never been welcomed into the mile-high club.”

Calmly, Indy reached across to the phone opposite.

“See if you can take a slightly longer route home,” he instructed the pilot.

With that, he jumped out of his seat and picked Claire up.  

“Best we change that then.”

He threw his shirt off and started by unzipping her jeans, allowing her to step out of them.  Before, her pants went the same way.  Unzipping his jeans, he allowed them to fall to his ankles before pulling her with him onto the chair.  She sat astride him as he started to kiss her neck, stopping only to pull her jumper off over her head.  Once she was completely naked, he took her nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting it until she couldn’t stand it anymore.  She felt him grow hard between her legs.  He moved to the other nipple, and she felt him slip inside her.  They both settled into an easy rhythm. When she finally could hold off no longer, she threw her head back and came at the same time Indy did.  

They sat bathed in each other’s sweat for a couple of minutes, both too exhausted to talk.  She felt his cum dripping out of her.  Just as she hoped they might have time for another go, the pilot announced they would be landing in ten minutes.  

Indy eased Claire off him and watched in amusement as she got dressed again.  

“Welcome to the mile-high club,” he laughed.

“Thanks,” she said with a smile.  

She sat and strapped herself back into the seat for landing.  She could still feel the heat of him between her legs.  Her clit was still throbbing.  She was going to remember this for quite some months.  

The plane landed smoothly, and Indy helped her out of the plane and into the waiting car he had arranged.  As she slid into the backseat, he kissed her and shut the door.

As Claire drove from the airport, she settled back in the seat with a smile.  That was some 24 hours.