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  Without another thought, he reached beneath her with both hands and hauled her torso off the bed. “Wrap your arms and legs around me,” he ordered. He tugged her body against his chest and held her close as he fucked up into her as hard as he could.

  The grip he had on her shoulder and the back of her neck helped him to fuck her deeper, harder.

  “Zeke.”

  Fuck, what her voice did to him.

  She wrapped her limbs around him as he demanded and held on tight as he fucked her through her orgasm.

  Each tight squeeze of her sex yanked him closer and closer to the edge.

  The cum tingled in his balls as he spread his knees a bit wider so he could thrust deeper.

  “I need it, Zeke.” Aslan whispered her desires along with his name directly beside his ear.

  “What do you need?” he asked through gritted teeth. His orgasm tightened his sack and his abdomen clenched in anticipation.

  “Your. Cum.” On the last word, her lips brushed his earlobe and her fingernails dug into the skin of his back.

  The cum she desired shot from the tip of his cock and his orgasm detonated along every nerve down his spine.

  Pulse after pulse of thick semen fired from his balls out his throbbing shaft and filled the only pussy he ever wanted to touch for the rest of his life.

  The entire world around them faded to white noise for him. It was all a hazy background meant only to protect the things they could do together, grow together, be together.

  But he sure as shit remembered the way his wife spoke his name when he came. And the way she held on so tight, and the way her pussy clamped down on him long after her orgasm should have been through. Yet somehow, they fed off each other. Somehow, they truly were two halves of the same soul.

  Pleasure raced through them. One to the other and back again until Aslan sighed and relaxed in his hold.

  Her trust that he would keep her safe and never truly harm her?

  Everything.

  Slowly, he lowered her to the bed before collapsing beside her.

  She rolled to the side as he moved to his back and she cuddled against him with her head on his pecs.

  Shivering, Aslan mumbled something against his chest but he couldn’t hear what it was.

  “What’d you say, beautiful?” He brushed hair from her cheek and watched as she tried to get her mouth to cooperate. “I’m pretty sure I have a few oral exercises you could practice on me later, if you think they would help your motor skills.”

  Aslan laughed and hugged him for a second longer.

  “No need to thank me. I know, I’m such a giver.”

  She licked her lips and smiled before trying again. “For your fantasy. The buddy position. I volunteer as tribute.”

  Zeke chuckled and held her close, determined to love her exactly the way she deserved. “There’s no other buddy I’d love to have with me for our next fantasy.”

  “Mmm…,” she hummed against his chest.

  “Like the fantasy part?” he asked as he closed his eyes.

  “No. Our.”

  Chapter Two

  The whirl of the jet engines seeped into Zeke’s veins as Aslan continued their meeting, which was taking place around their conference table, currently cruising at forty-one thousand feet.

  “If you’ll turn to page thirteen, we can go over the space we have set aside for you on the next ship. It’s twice as large as the last vessel, so we can accommodate a much larger show.”

  Across the table, two good-looking Japanese men and one woman flipped a couple pages farther into the dossiers in front of them. They were the owners of an acrobatic group he and Aslan had hired to entertain on several of their cruise ships. They were all performers as well and looked like they spent many hours training.

  They were all around the same mid-thirties age range as he and Aslan, thankfully spoke fluent English and were highly sought after in the world of acrobatics. All of them just happened to be in the U.S. on the way back to Japan when Aslan was ready to discuss the next show with them. Instead of the meeting happening via video conferencing, they were able to coordinate a time.

  “What is the height of the space on stage right?” Tang, the taller of the two men asked the question with obvious excitement in his voice.

  Aslan turned to Zeke and smiled with a wink before turning her attention back to the group sitting with them at the long mahogany table. “Thirty feet on the sides and it peaks at forty-two feet in center stage. It’s the highest we’ve ever built and we made it specific for you, based off of our last discussion months ago. Your group is no doubt the one we get the most compliments about, so I fought tooth and nail to make sure the space met your needs on the new ship. This way, you can do anything and everything you can dream up and have multiple performances going at one time.”

  “I can attest to the tooth and nail part,” Zeke confirmed. “The height was incredibly tricky to work into the design without it negatively affecting the rest of that level. Aslan couldn’t be swayed though. You guys definitely have her to thank for getting you everything you wanted.”

  Shota, the more muscular of the two men, pointed to something else on his paper. “And the stage is really that deep?”

  The woman, Honoka, laughed and looked up for a second. “I can’t even focus on numbers, my mind’s going so fast with possibilities.” She stared at the page before her again and ran her fingers over the rendering of the stage they would now get to fill. “It’s beautiful.”

  Aslan’s smile could have lit Times Square, with her gorgeous white teeth and light-blue eyes. “I’ve been dying to show it to the three of you for weeks. So glad we could do it in person. Can’t believe our schedules worked out like this.”

  Shota spoke up. “We wanted to thank you again for offering to get us back home. Your jet is…” He looked around and shook his head. “Amazing. It’s so private, too. Much better than the commercial airlines who lose our stuff.” He glanced at their luggage sitting on the couch behind them. “Then delays us for hours or days.”

  “This is definitely a better way to meet, too,” Honoka added. “The flight being cancelled this morning actually worked in our favor this time. If we didn’t get home by tonight, it was going to throw off an entire week’s worth of preparation. But you guys never told us why you’re heading to Japan right now. Seemed highly convenient. Hate to think you’re doing it just to take us back.”

  “One of our other cruise ships stops in Japan, actually. We had some negotiating we needed to do that was going to come up in the next couple weeks. So, we just moved that meeting forward so we could take care of two things at once. It was perfect and really no trouble. Worked out great for everything, I think.”

  “And we got both of you,” Shota commented. “I can imagine you guys rarely travel together, with how busy you both are.”

  “Very rare,” Aslan replied. “But we love traveling together. It’s always an adventure.” Aslan moved her foot against the leg of Zeke’s pants.

  Zeke barely held back his growl of need. Fuck, he needed her. Holding off on taking her wouldn’t be an option for much longer.

  Honoka smiled. “Talk about traveling in style. You have everything you could need on here.”

  “Not a bedroom,” Zeke countered. He tried not to laugh when Aslan, he was sure accidentally, kicked him beneath the table.

  Tang laughed. “You’re conference table is big enough to sleep a few people, not to mention the two couches on either side.”

  “The conference table is even bolted to the frame of the plane. It’s not going anywhere,” Zeke offered.

  “And you have a bathroom, with a shower,” Honoka continued. “It’s incredible.” She laughed again. “I feel famous.”

  “You are famous,” Aslan countered. “Tons of people know who you are. As in tons. We were just lucky enough to steal you away when you first decided to do cruise ships.”

  “If we
’re famous, we have you to thank.” Shota inclined his head at both of them and the other two followed suit.

  “You’re so very welcome,” Aslan responded. She flexed her back and then her neck. Her pretty honey-blonde hair was wrapped up and secured with a clip.

  Zeke couldn’t wait to take it down.

  She stretched again. “We’ve been at this for a while and I know I could use a break. How about we take a few minutes and stretch our legs for a bit, then come back and dive back into the details?”

  “That would be great.” Tang immediately stood and stretched as well. Everyone else did the same, including Zeke.

  He turned away from the table to readjust his cock.

  His monster knew his fantasy was imminently about to come true and he couldn’t wait to make use of the bathroom so his membership status would finally be complete.

  Aslan motioned toward Honoka. “Come with me and I’ll give you the grand tour of the galley kitchen. You guys can grab some drinks and snacks before we continue. Whatever you want. I know how gross airport food can be.”

  “Horrible,” Tang agreed.

  “What would you guys like to drink?” Honoka asked.

  “Spicy tomato juice for me,” answered Tang.

  “Surprise me,” is what Shota replied, with a bob of his eyebrows.

  Aslan took Honoka by the elbow and they were already laughing on the way toward the front of the plane.

  “Hey, Aslan?” Zeke called her name.

  Both women stopped and turned to look at him. Aslan raised her eyebrows in question and he was pretty sure he saw heat flash in her gaze.

  His cock jolted behind his fly. “Meet me in the back in a minute. Have something I wanted to show you.”

  “’Kay.” One word was all she said. One syllable, but the look in her eyes and the slight bite of her bottom lip told him she knew exactly what he wanted to show her. For a moment, he let his gaze trail over her off-the-shoulder blouse and the long, cottony skirt he’d asked her to wear that morning.

  She was bare beneath the skirt and he couldn’t wait to see it hiked up around her waist.

  He waited for them to continue toward the galley before facing the other two men on the far side of the table.

  They were talking in a whisper but stopped almost immediately. Shota spoke quietly. “Hey, Zeke, you think we could show you guys the other demo when you come back? The one we spoke about on the phone a few weeks ago?”

  Zeke’s hands tingled at the mention of that demo. Something he hadn’t told Aslan anything about. He nodded. “That would actually dovetail very nicely with what I needed to talk to Aslan about in the back.”

  “And…” Tang started something then paused. He spoke to Shota in fast, clipped Japanese. The other man lifted his shoulders in a way that said he had no problem with whatever he said. “Any limits we need to adhere to? Anything…” Tang looked down at the conference room table and then back up again. “Anything off the table?”

  Zeke chuckled. “Anything is fine with me. No limits on what you want to show us.” Zeke stopped and rethought of his answer. “We both very much like to watch your kind of…performances. Just as long as neither one of us is pulled into the act. Feel me?”

  Both men nodded, smug faces all around. “Loud and clear. It’ll take us twenty minutes or so to get ready. Timing work for you?”

  Zeke looked to the side where Aslan and Honoka were pouring drinks. “Clock starts when Aslan comes to the back. I’ll keep her occupied until then. Work for you guys?”

  “Perfectly,” the two men answered at the same time.

  “Then I’ll leave you to it.” Without another word, Zeke moved toward the other end of the plane and pulled a curtain aside that separated the front part of the cabin from the rear. Cabinets lined a short hallway which dead-ended into the bathroom.

  He opened the door and surveyed the small space. Need coursed through his limbs and his breathing picked up.

  The room was more than triple the size of a normal airplane bathroom but with the shower there wasn’t much open space.

  Didn’t matter, he thought as he looked at his reflection in the mirror above the vanity. He had plenty of room to work with.

  Turning to face the door, he undid the button on his jeans and unzipped the fly.

  Didn’t take him two seconds to pull his cock free. He groaned as he wrapped a fist around it. Sweet relief was in sight and he was pretty sure he heard his bride getting closer.

  The curtain moved to the side and the light coming in from the windows on the other side back lit the person who stood there. For a second, Zeke couldn’t tell who was behind it.

  Then she sighed.

  His Aslan.

  “On your knees, my pretty cock sucker. I need your mouth on me.”

  “Fuck, I love it when you talk dirty to me.” Aslan didn’t hesitate. As soon as she was close enough, she hit her knees and hummed against his shaft. Running her lips along his length, her tiny tongue peeked out and licked the sensitive skin beneath the head.

  Then her soft fingers cupped his balls while she slipped the wet tip of his cock into her mouth.

  “Fuck. Your mouth is…incredible.”

  She closed her eyes and shifted a tiny bit closer, taking him deeper. “You’re cock’s incredible. Have to do it justice, you know.”

  “Well, you most certainly do.” He took out the clip holding her hair, just to see it tumble down her back. He tossed the clip on the counter and ran his fingers into her hair. Tightening his hold on her blonde locks, he squeezed harder until she squeaked against his cock.

  He relaxed just a tad and eased his shaft further into her mouth. “Put your hands on my thighs. Let me in.”

  His beautiful wife, on her knees before him, did exactly what he ordered.

  She placed her palms on his thighs and ran them up just a little bit so she could hold onto the loosened waist of his jeans. As she fisted the material, he pulled free of her mouth.

  Her tongue swiped a drop of pre-cum from the very tip and then he pushed in deep again. Deeper, deeper.

  Her back bowed a tiny bit as she gagged on his cock.

  “So fucking sexy. Swallow against the head, baby. Fuck yeah. Just like that,” he growled low enough he hoped only she could hear him.

  Looking through the doorway, Zeke saw the curtain down the hall flutter. His cock jerked and Aslan moaned as he fucked her mouth faster.

  The suction she used was so intense the cum already tingled in his balls.

  The way she used her tongue to caress the bottom of his dick as he slid back and forth made him grind his teeth.

  But what completely captivated and destroyed him?

  Her gaze. On him. Always on him as he pulled out and shoved back in again and again.

  His pace stuttered as he almost came down her throat.

  Her teeth, that’s what broke his rhythm.

  Not in a bad way. In a so damn hot, a “I have to fuck you or die” kind of way.

  He yanked free of her mouth. She gasped and then tried to catch her breath as he pulled her to her feet and shoved her around to face the vanity.

  With the back of her hand, she wiped drool from her chin before placed her palms flat on the counter around the sink.

  Snatching up her long skirt, he tugged it higher to expose the most beautiful ass he’d ever laid eyes on.

  Didn’t take him much brain pattern to reach down and wrench one of her legs up behind the knee to open up her wet snatch to him.

  “I can smell your pussy. Fuck. Do you have any idea how much you being into this kind of thing means to me?” He aimed his cock at her entrance and pushed in deep in one, long, deep thrust. With her heels still on she was the perfect height. “So wet, baby. So hot. Perfect.”

  “Yes, you are, my husband. Perfect.”

  He tugged her leg a little higher to stretch her open even more.

  Zeke took a second to slow
down and slid her knee onto the counter. He wanted full use of his hands to make her come on his cock in their jet bathroom.

  Coming definitely seemed like an acceptable offering to join the mile-high club he’d wanted to belong to for as long as he could remember.

  “Do you think they’re together?” Aslan whispered.

  “I’m sure they are,” Zeke answered with no hesitation. He knew quite a bit more about the three people in the other room—which would be revealed all in good time. Less than twenty minutes in fact so he’d better stop playing around.

  “Why do you sound so sure? Fuck, that feels good.”

  Zeke grabbed a handful of her hair and watched her face in the mirror as he fucked her.

  Her mouth opened and he could tell she was having to fight hard to keep from being loud. Him, being a giver, he decided to help her out.

  Reaching around, he covered her mouth and nose and took her tight hole. “Mile-high club. Don’t think your membership card is stamped until you come.” He fucked her harder and let go of her hair. With his free hand, he dove beneath the waist of her skirt to the top of her wet slit. Sliding in their slick wetness he used his fingers to strum her clit.

  He opened his hand controlling her ability to breath and she sucked in air as fast as she could.

  Her eyes on him in the mirror, wrecked him. He clamped his hand closed again and growled in her ear. “You’re not gonna breathe again until you come.”

  Feeling her fluttering sex, he already knew she was close.

  He tilted her pelvis back just a little as he continued to strum her clit.

  Her entire body began to shake and he locked gazes with her in the mirror.

  The look on her face?

  Part bliss and part panic as she started to come. She tried to move her head to dislodge his hand, but he just jerked her head back against his shoulder to hold her in place. Her eyes went wider as her orgasm rolled through her.

  His monster roared inside him as he fulfilled another fantasy inside his wife.

  Finally, he moved his hand away from her face and she sucked in a huge breath. No way the people in the other room missed it.