Page 46 of Say You Hate Me
I close my eyes, my body still convulsing, still trembling. “Fuck off, Anderson.”
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Anderson
How in thehell am I supposed to land this fucking plane straight and steady after watching Natalia come on my hand? My cock is so hard, I’m worried it might break off. I need a release imminently. Our schedule is jam-packed today, and I chew on the inside of my cheek as we fly over the central coast. Natalia is asleep next to me, and Luca is passed out in the back. An odd, serene feeling comes over me as the Pacific Ocean opens up in front of me.
I fucking love flying, and I wish I could do it more often. The freedom, independence, and downrightluxuryof having the world at my fingertips. It’s good to be in control, and after today, I’m going to enjoy flying a hell of a lot more. It may have been a little risky, and sure, I probably should not have rubbed one out for her while we were careening through the air in a metal capsule, but I couldn’t help myself. It was a week’s worth of pent-up tension, anger, frustration. It needed to go somewhere.
We fly for another hour and a half, and once I enter the airspace of Napa County airport, the radio pings.
“Cessna172AC3, turn left heading two-seven-zero to intercept the localizer, cleared ILS runway two-four into Napa County, maintain two-thousand-five-hundred feet until established.”
Natalia slowly wakes up, turning to look at me.
“Turn left heading two-seven-zero, cleared ILS runway two-four into Napa County, maintain two-thousand-five-hundred feet until established. Cessna172AC3.”
She smirks, and I press the throttle to descend, turning the airplane slightly. I hit a few buttons so that the flaps on the wings rise, and we dip a little more sharply. I press the headphone button for Luca’s headset.
“Luca, we’re landing. Wake up.”
Natalia and I smile as we hear a tired, crackling groan.
“Sleep well?” she asks, not meeting my eyes. But I know why she’s asking.
“Like a baby,” he answers, yawning. He moves the curtain to the side and places an arm on each of our seats. “I’m famished.”
“Me, too,” Natalia answers, looking out the window at the landscape of farms and property squares. We flew in from the east, so we didn’t fly over San Francisco, but I make a mental note to take the coast home, so that I can show Natalia the Golden Gate Bridge. It’s stunning to see from up here.
Jesus. What the hell is wrong with me?
I clear my throat as we descend further.
“Cessna172AC3, cleared to land runway one-niner,” the air traffic controller says.
“Cleared to land runway one-niner, Cessna172AC3,” I answer, and I line the plane up with the runway, pushing the throttle a bit harder, and activating the wheels to lower.
“Why is flying so sexy?” Luca asks, sighing.
I stiffen at his words, and Natalia’s cheeks flush.
I manage to land the plane smoothly a minute later, and we taxi to the guest area. I park the plane, shut off the engine, and we all take off our headsets. Natalia hands hers to me like it’s tainted—the things we said over that headset, the words we uttered in the heat of the moment…
If I’m being honest, I’d probably pay good money to get a recording of that interaction.
I exit my side and help Natalia out first, ignoring the way her hair brushes against my neck. Luca is next, and our car drives up to take us to our hotel. I lock the airplane, and we check out with the tiny office before we climb into the car. Luca takes the passenger seat, leaving Natalia in the seat next to me.
Once we buckle ourselves in, the car drives through the vineyards to the quaint, little place that Luca likes to book up here. I much prefer a corporate hotel, but he insists on staying in this old, Victorian bed-and-breakfast close to the center of Napa. It is central, but I can’t help but feel out of place surrounded by couples and older women here for the weekend on a girls’ trip.
We’re quiet during the late-morning drive to our accommodation, and by the time we get there, I need to take care of some personal business—namely, my heavy cock pulsing in my pants, ready for release.
Her whimper—how wet she was for me.
Oh my god, Anderson.
“Anderson.”
Luca’s voice interrupts my erotic daydream, and I realize he and Natalia are waiting for me to exit the car. I’m not normally this absentminded, but fuck. I won’t be able to think about anything else until I pump myself dry.
