The Flight Attendant – Chapter 5
Gay Erotica, Threesome, Power Dynamics, 18+
In the last installment…
R. Adrian Thorne ⏾⋆.˚
CHAPTER 5: WATER LANDING
Author’s Note
This story was specially commissioned for Erik Nicholas.
This was his idea, I just brought it to life.
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HENRY STOOD THERE, then removed his hands from the balustrade and spread his cheeks. His head dipped forward, still trying to be inconspicuous. Then he pushed back, forcing me out of him.
“Fuck—” he said, the absence apparent.
“Take me inside and fuck me like a man.”
A wry smile creased across my face. I pulled out completely, both of us breathing hard, and pushed him back toward the sliding glass door. My cock was still hard and throbbing as we stumbled inside. The air-conditioned room hit us like a wall—cool, sterile, a sharp contrast to the humid heat outside.
As we got closer, we fell onto the bed. I pinned him against the mattress, using my weight to hold him down.
“Beg for it,” I said. “Beg for me to fuck you.”
“I’m not begging for shit,” he said, trying to get up.
“You think you’re stronger than me?” I said.
“Oh, so you like it rough?” he asked.
“I like whatever gets me off,” I said.
He lifted his head and kissed me, hard and demanding.
“Tell me what you want,” I said.
“I want you to fucking use me!”
“I want you to use my hole—make me beg for it.”
“The same way you used me?” I asked. “The way you and Gabe fucked me until my hole was gaping?”
“I want you to fuck me until I can’t take it anymore.”
“You sure you can handle it?” I said, pressing him into the mattress harder.
He leaned up off the bed and kissed me again.
“Now spit in my mouth,” he said, almost demanding.
I hocked back as much saliva as I could and released a wad of spit into his open mouth.
“Do it again,” he said.
I did it again, and for some strange reason it turned me on even more.
“Call Gabe,” he said.
“Seriously?” I asked, a little too excited.
“How verse are you?” I asked.
“More than you,” he replied.
I reached over and shot off a quick text to Gabe. Henry and I were making out when the door opened. I’d slid a keycard partway under the door so he could let himself in. When he walked in, all he was wearing were navy blue boxer briefs.
“You guys trying to have all the fun without me?”
