Chapter 5: Sexual Fantasies

CHARLOTTE

Three hours since I stepped into the luxurious apartment of Clinton Hinns—the irresistibly hot stranger who had picked me up from the festival grounds for pleasure.

Within minutes, I was already melting in his grasp.

From admiring his room to exchanging subtle flirts, his daring, crude questions, and almost coming undone on his fingers, it felt like I’d stepped into a fantasy.

He had just told me to go nasty for him, and with a gasp accompanying his order, I stared deep into his piercing grey eyes. They were rimmed with some kind of condom drum. I couldn’t explain.

He wanted me to go nasty for him. I was supposed to be uncomfortable and shy, but instead, I felt so unapologetically flirtatious – the exact opposite. If anything, I was so sexy, and extremely wet, and I was ready to do whatever he told me, though I did not admit that yet to him. I pretended not to, but my body gave another response.

I walked over to the couch and laid on him. My lips collided with his as I moaned Immediately, his hot lips captured mine completely. He had these very thick, red lips.

He let me take the lead first by letting me bring out his huge cock. It was so huge and had a very red cap. I used the tip of my tongue to lick the pre-cum. His eyes were closed as he was about to experience the best day of his life on this trip.

His cock was painstakingly erect, and it was taking all the restraint inside me not to utter. I knelt on my knees so I could suck his cock. The bulge of his erection was visible from the boxers’ brief.

I quickly dug my hands into his waistband. As he made the sound, I had my palms collapsed around the huge dick.

“You are so huge,” I said in awe, and his breath hitched when I touched him.

I began stroking his troubling length. He growled, his voice animalistic. I noticed he couldn’t control himself anymore. I kept stroking, faster and faster. I looked at him at the same time. My finger played with his balls.

He called out my name like it was the only name he had ever heard. Cheerily, he sounded like he had almost died in pleasure. He grabbed my hair, tugging, until my head was in front of his crotch.

I stroked onto him. I started pleading, like a child who had been refused chocolate. I thrusted his dick into my mouth when I knew he was now vulnerable. He let out a silenced moan immediately.

I gave him a deep suck. He felt the tightness and warmth of my mouth wrapped around his cock.

He held my head so tight, letting my hair play about. Clint shoved his cock deeper into my throat. As he moaned faster, I was enjoying this.

I increased my speed, the way I sucked hungrily on his cock as I moaned like he was sucking me.

“Ah, fuck,” Clint growled in pleasure.

“Gosh, I need to cum.” Those were his words when I heard him say them.

I suddenly removed his cock from my mouth. I raised my face to look at him.

“What? Why? I’m about to cum. Fucking put it back in your mouth.”

In less than 5 seconds, he groaned loudly, releasing the cum in my mouth. I wanted to vomit it out. That was the first time I’d ever tasted cum. Sean never did that to me.

But this experience, I loved it.

“Swallow it, baby girl,” he said with an authoritative voice, which I did immediately, staring up at his face to get a hint of satisfaction from him.

“Oh, Charlotte,” he groaned as his dick fell off my lips slowly.

“Did you enjoy the sugar?” I asked softly, as the drip of the cum still ran through my lips down to my breast.

“Yes, baby. Your face says a different thing, while your mouth speaks differently.”

I stretched my hands toward a kneeling Charlotte.

“Come with me, baby girl,” I said, this time with a crooked brow. “Come with me. You’ve done a great job. You must be applauded. I appreciate ladies who satisfy my fantasies.”

Restless heat passed through me as Clint led me across an open space. The rumble of helicopter blades and the roar of engines grew louder with each step, But I was lost in thoughts.

I was so horny, and he knew my situation as we walked down the apartment to the hangar.

We walked down the hallway of the apartment toward a massive hangar. My eyes widened when I saw what waited inside—a sleek private jet and a helicopter, both gleaming under the harsh lighting.

A private jet. An Helicopter. I blinked in confusion.

“Why are we here? I was expecting him to bring some stack of bundles to applaud me. But seeing a private jet and helicopter… Are we having a sky date?” I asked, glancing at him, and he just smiled.

“I really need to applaud you, darling baby. I love when my ladies treat me, especially my ladies,” he murmured as I sent a fake smile.

“Well, I would like us to go on a sky date to complete my fantasies. Just follow me.”

“Follow you? Look, Clint, where are we going to?” I asked, looking at him, confused, shouting. “I still have my sister in arm, lodged in our hotel, and she knows nothing about my whereabouts,” I said to myself.

“I already said sky dates!” Clint yelled.

“I’m sorry, I can’t buy that. I don’t think I can go.”

“You will go with me. And that’s… that’s… that’s period.” He cut me off before I could even finish my sentence.

Then, slowly, he leaned down and dropped a chased kiss on my plump, upturned lips.

“Clint,” a voice interrupted.

I turned quickly to see who had called out his name. Two men were walking toward us—his pilot and first officer. Both were younger, masculine, and dark-skinned with long hair that brushed their shoulders.

“Isaac,” Clint said with a grin, reaching out. They gave each other a brotherly hug—more of a shoulder bump than a full embrace.

“Welcome, Clint. You called just when we were getting ready to leave. We already planned to head to Spain for El Clásico—Real Madrid versus FC Barcelona in two days. But we had to cancel our plans.”

“Oh, I had no idea. Thank you so much,” Clint replied.

“Hello, I’m Charlotte,” I greeted as we exchanged pleasantries, then proceeded to board the aircraft.

The two men carried luxurious Fendi and Louis Vuitton bags, which Clint casually took from them and handed over to me.

“Are we flying this morning? Like, right now?” I asked, my eyes lighting up with curiosity.

Clint responded with a wicked grin.

“Just a quickie, thirty feet above—with you,” he whispered.

A smile escaped my lips as I took a few steps backward, unsure whether to laugh or bite my lip.

The cabin crew were already inside, preparing the essentials for takeoff as we moved toward the entrance.

“How quick did you book this? Or did you plan it for today?” I asked, glancing at him for answers.

He responded with nothing but a knowing smile.

This is to applaud you, “Sex in the sky at 30,000 feet.”