Page 90 of Breakaway

Dax chuckled, his arm around me moving with the gesture. His thumb rubbed soft strokes against my arm. I leaned my head back, catching him reading something on a tablet. He glanced at me, his eyes moving from my head to where I was on his lap and smirking.

“Need another distraction?” he asked.

“I’m beginning to think your only problem-solving skill is sex. You can’t always solve things with an orgasm,” I teased.

“You know, I heard that sex at this elevation helps reset your brain. Something about being able to think more clearly away from all the pollution,” Fletcher said.

“I don’t believe you.” I huffed but then rolled it around in my head, looking between the three men in my life. “That’s not a real thing, is it?”

“The only way to know for sure, Petal, is to test it out.”

“I agree with Dax on this,” Fletcher said, sitting up and moving his upper body closer to the couch. “Reed?”

“It definitely feels like a trial-and-error type of experiment that we should research thoroughly with role play.”

“Role play?” I tried to sit up, but Dax kept a hold of me. My heart rate increased as images of role-playing filtered through my mind. I licked my lips. “Um, like a flight attendant?” I asked, confused.

“Hmm, is that what you want, Baby Shaw? To be someone else for a little while? A horny stewardess who can only be pleased by the three pilots? Or do you want something else?”

My breathing picked up, my puffs coming in quick as I tried to picture what he was saying. While I had never done anything like it before, each time I was with them, I learned something new about my sexual appetite and preferences.

I also couldn’t deny the wetness growing between my legs at the idea of being with them on a plane. The act alone felt scandalous, even if we were on a private jet with only one pilot on board. It still felt salacious, and that alone was intoxicating.

“Or maybe you’re a bored heiress, and we’re your bodyguards,” Dax purred into my ear, nipping my lobe at the last word.

“Or just Henley with three boyfriends who want to watch her come undone.”

Reed’s hands moved up my legs and sent tingles through me. When he reached my waistband, he pulled my pants down, taking my panties with them. Fletcher groaned when I was exposed to him, the cool air hitting me and making me shiver. Dax’s hands smoothed over the front of my shirt, lifting it up and exposing my belly. He left kisses on the top of my breasts as he pulled it off, leaving me in only my sports bra. With quick fingers, he leveraged it off as well, my breasts falling free as the last of my clothes were discarded.

My environment came into sharp focus as the hum of the plane grew in my ears, the feeling of weightlessness overcoming my body. The knowledge of the pilot twenty feet away, only a door separating us increased my arousal as goosebumps dotted my skin, my breath quickening.

Reed’s calloused fingers moved up my legs and brushed against my pussy, my body arching to meet him as Dax traced over my nipples. Everything felt more sensitive, and I almost bought the altitude theory. Almost.

I tilted my head toward Fletcher, gasping as I watched him stroke his cock while he leaned back in his chair. His strong hand moved languidly up and down, his free hand stroking the bead of pre-cum around his tip. His lids drooped as he watched the show before him, at how Dax and Reed cared for me.

Reed plunged his finger into my soaking core, my moan escaping before I could stop it. Dax bent over me, taking my nipple into his mouth, and my eyes closed as everything overwhelmed me in the best possible way. I writhed between them as they worked me over, hitting all of my erogenous zones and sending me flying quicker than I thought possible.

“My turn,” Fletcher ordered, his voice brokering no denials.

I was lifted and placed into Fletcher’s arms as he bent me over the back of the chair. Cool leather touched my skin as I pushed my palms into the soft cushion, arching my backside up higher. I could see Reed and Dax in front of me, both of them undressing as Fletcher lined himself up, notching the tip of his cock at my entrance. When he slid in, I closed my eyes as my body welcomed him, the empty feeling dissipating with each thrust.

“Fuck, baby, they got you so wet for me. My cock is sliding in so well. I love watching you take your pleasure. It’s the hottest thing,” Fletcher groaned as he railed me from behind.

“Mmhmm,” I moaned, too overcome to say anything else.

Each time I had sex with all of them as a group, it got better and better. Either because the walls between us dropped lower as the trust between us all increased, or we just got more comfortable with the idea of seeing other people’s private parts. Whatever the reason, it had me salivating for each time we could be together as a group.

And this time, it did not disappoint.

A cock nudged at my lips, and I opened my eyes to find Dax’s dick in front of me. Sticking out my tongue, I licked around him before opening my mouth and sucking him. Each thrust pushed me onto him, and I held on, rolling my tongue as I kept my teeth back and sucked. Fletcher’s fingers tightened against my hips as I felt him still, his thighs tensing against the backside of mine as he surged up in me one last time. My body shook as he came, his cum filling me as I moaned around Dax’s dick.

As soon as he pulled out, Reed was there to pick me up and slid me on his cock with my arms around his neck. My legs hooked over his arms as he fucked me standing up. Dax stood behind me, pulling my hair into a fist to move my mouth closer to his. His free hand tweaked my nipples as I moved, swirling my tongue as Reed continued to move inside me.

The weightless feeling returned, and I spasmed around Reed as I came, fireworks shooting through my body as Dax pinched my nipple between two fingers. He swallowed my moans as we kissed, letting me lean against him as Reed picked up the pace, our skin slapping so hard together as he impaled me. When he came, my body felt the aftershocks of his orgasm as everything in me lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, unable to hold on to his neck.

“Not quite,” he teased, kissing me as he withdrew. I whimpered at the loss, the guys chuckling at my needy pussy.

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