All Chapters of SIN-PHORIA: Secret Love Stories: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

RYAN’S POV. My fingers dug into the edge of the jump seat so hard my knuckles ached.Moaning for your captain.A faint smile formed at the corner of that cruel mouth as he closed the distance in two slow steps, and the cockpit seemed to shrink around us. My whole body had gone rigid. Spine, thighs, jaw. Even my breath stiffened in my lungs.Reyes bent until his face hovered inches from mine, and the cedar and smoke of him filled my head."My dearest flight attendant," he murmured. "Why so stiff, and so sweaty, all of a sudden? Is the heat coming off me too much for you to handle?"I couldn't answer. I could only stare.His gaze dropped to my throat, where my pulse jumped. "And you're still gripping that seat like it's the only thing keeping you from falling.""Captain…”"Mm." He tilted my chin up with two fingers. "I hope you won't be offended by what I'm about to do."I swallowed hard.His lips found mine slowly, almost lazily, and he took my bottom lip between his teeth and sucked

RYAN’S POV. Reyes pulled out of me, and the emptiness was so sudden that I made a sound I would deny under oath.My legs had quit around the second thrust. I stayed folded over Charles's seat, forehead on the leather, listening to the engines and to Reyes breathing like he had sprinted up a jet bridge.Then I turned around.He stood in the amber glow with his hair wrecked and his chest flushed, cock jutting hard, the latex slick and gleaming. His uniform lay in a heap beside mine. The most senior man on this aircraft, naked, flying six hundred people to Bangkok, and looking at me like he wasn't sure who was steering anymore.I wanted to wreck him."Captain." My voice shook. "You’ve been doing all the work. Let me also do something for you."“I’m excited to see what you can do.” He said with a visible smirk on his face. "You can sit with your back against the panel."He held my stare, and I thought he would refuse. But he lowered himself down, his spine against the breaker panel, leg

MARCUS'S POV.He didn't pull away after he said it. His mouth stayed at my ear for one more breath, then drifted along my jaw slowly, almost curious, until his lips hovered an inch from mine.I should have stopped him. I had every reason lined up: the job, the pride below, the fact that he had been on the payroll for two days. I put a hand on his chest to push him back, while his palm kept moving gradually over my cock through the fabric like he had all the time in the world."Theo," I said. It came out thinner than I meant."Mm?""We can't be doing this.” "Who said we can’t do this?" His thumb pressed right under the head of my cock, and my breath stuttered. "If we really can’t do this, why haven’t you moved my hand?”He was right.The hand on his chest curled into a fist in his shirt instead. He smiled against my mouth and then he kissed me.It was just a brush of his lips—almost polite—like he was waiting for me to say no or trying out his luck. Then I made a low sound in my thr

MARCUS'S POV.We continued the slow roll for a few more minutes, his legs locked around my waist, my sweaty forehead against his. Then Theo's toes dug into my lower back, a silent demand, and I gave in, driving deeper, faster, the seat groaning under us. He kissed me like he was drowning, sucking at my tongue, and when I felt the heat gather at the base of my spine I did the only sensible thing: I pulled out."Marcus." He whined, his hips chasing me. "Why—""Because I'm not finishing with you." I repaid the favor as I sat back on my heels, chest heaving, my cock slick and angry in the thin light. "Turn over. I want your hands on the dashboard."He scrambled up so fast the seat bounced. The reclined seat had left him flushed and rumpled, his curls plastered to his temples, and as he twisted onto his knees, bracing both palms against the dashboard, I got my first proper look at what I had done to his ass. The pink hand prints, the stretched, glistening ring, the faint tremor in his t

MARCUS'S POV."Theo," I choked out. "I'm going to... I can't hold...""Then don't." He rode me harder, his hands locked on my shoulders, his eyes burning into mine. "Cum in me, Marcus. I want all of your filthy old dirty cum deep inside me."He bounced harder and my head tilted back. My body shuddered as a white-hot rush tore through my spine and out of my cock. I buried myself to the root in him with a hoarse, broken shout I couldn't have swallowed if I had tried. I came in long pulses, filling him, my fingers digging into his hips hard enough to leave marks there for days, my head thrown back against the seat. He held still for it, pressing down, taking every drop, his hole fluttering around me as if he were milking me dry."That's it," he whispered, stroking my jaw. "Give me everything."My vision went white, then spotted with dark lines, and when the last pulse finally faded I slumped against the seat, boneless, gasping, my chest heaving. The space smelled of sweat, sex and w