Page 8 of Praise Me: Pilot
“Are you going to lecture me for the whole walk, Daddy?”
His steps falters, something primal flaring in his eyes. “Don’t call me that.”
“But its parents’ weekend.” I pout at him, bringing our joined grip between my breasts and cradling it there. “You don’t want me to feel left out, do you?”
“Haylo…” He drags his free hand down his face, laughing in clear exasperation. “What the hell am I going to do with you?”
“You’re going to walk with me by the lake.” I tug him along behind me, glancing over my shoulder and catching his rapt gaze on my bottom, his chest rising and falling on a shudder. “We’re going to get to know each other better.”
“How are we going to do that?”
“Chatting, of course. Unless you have something else in mind?”
We reach the end of the street and Joel draws even beside me on the most direct walking trail, which is lit only by the moon above. Within a few minutes, we’ve reached the hill overlooking the lake and I lead him to the solitary green, iron bench where I often sit and listen to music or an audiobook when I need a change of scenery. Or a quiet reprieve from sorority life. In the daylight, the view is amazing. The nighttime view is definitely a lot more romantic, though. Moonlight shines on the still water. Crickets chirp. Stars twinkle in the purplish black night sky.
Joel sits on the bench, visibly braced for my antics.
As well he should be, because instead of taking a seat to his left, I park myself high on his thigh, turned sideways with my arms looped around his neck. Already I can feel his erection against the outside of my right thigh and it’s everything I can do not to purr like a kitten when he stabilizes my lower back with an arm, as if he can’t help but make me comfortable, despite his obvious discomfort.
“Haylo—”
“Do pilots eat the in-flight meals, as well? I always wondered that.”
“No, we eat before the plane takes off.”
“But what about those really long flights, like, to Australia?”
“Fine, yes. Then we take turns. There’s actually a rule that prohibits pilots and first officers eating at the same time, in case of food poisoning.”
I gasp. “Oh my gosh, can you imagine?” I shiver. “The last thing I’d want to hear over the loudspeaker is that the pilot has been poisoned. I only want to hear one thing—that we’ve started our initial descent.”
“Nervous flyer?”
“Ironic, isn’t it?” I slide my fingers up into the back of his hair, grazing his scalp with my fingernails and watching his eyelids droop in response. “Can you say it for me?”
He rolls his eyes, but he’s grinning. Then he fills the night silence with the sexiest captain’s voice anyone has ever heard in the friendly skies, I’m sure of it. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have begun our initial descent into Chicago…”
Giggling, I press our foreheads together. “Are you a member of the mile high club?”
“I’m six foot three, angel. I barely fit in those bathrooms by myself, let alone with another person.”
“No? But I could squeeze in really right,” I whisper, exhaling against his mouth. “I’d meet you in there with my panties already off to make it easier.”
“Stop.” He shakes his head no, but he’s tugging me closer, causing my outer thigh to press more securely to the ridge in his pants. “We shouldn’t be talking like this. You shouldn’t be in my fucking lap in the dark, for the chrissakes.”
Ignoring that, I stand up and face Joel, positioned within the V of his outstretched legs. “I assume you’d need to take me from behind, right?” Reveling in the sight of his expanding pupils andperspiring upper lip, I reach for the hem of my tank top and peel it off over my head, dropping the garment onto the bench while Joel groans loud enough to cause a break in the cricket chorus. I was a little nervous to show a man my bare breasts for the first time, but that worry was needless, because Joel looks like he’s just seen the gates of heaven.
“Angel,” he says thickly, swallowing. “Put your shirt back on, before I forget I’m a decent man.”
“You don’t have to be decent with me tonight.” I climb onto his lap in a straddle, wearing nothing but my short, pleated skirt and heels, tossing my hair to one side. “I might be a virgin, but I know when a man wants to suck my nipples.” I tease my fingertips up my ribcage and pluck my dusky buds, Joel lurching beneath me. “Don’t you wonder how they taste?”
“I’ve been wondering since you walked out onto the steps tonight,” he pants, his hands gripping my hips and squeezing hard. “That doesn’t give me the right to find out.”
“I’m giving you the right.”
“Your father told me to keep my hands off you.”
“My father isn’t here right now.” I lean in and lap my tongue gently against his parted lips. “But my Daddy is.”
