Jaded Hearts
Chapter 26

Matt

I woke up Sunday morning and immediately called Gio to make sure he had Taylor’s passport ready for us. He was annoyed by my 5:00 a.m. call but assured me that it was ready. He’d even had it messengered to the private airport we’d be leaving out of.

Little brothers weren’t so bad after all.

I got dressed and carried all the luggage down to the garage and loaded the truck. She wasn’t much of a morning person, so I wanted to wait until the last minute to wake her. “Taylor, it’s time to get up now. We’ve got to be at the airport in an hour.”

“Mmmm.”

“Come on, the truck’s already packed, and you can sleep once we board.”

She rolled over and had a small tantrum before opening one of those beautiful green eyes and looking at me. “If it’s a private jet, why do we have to leave so early? Tell the pilot to wait a few hours.”

She turned back to her pillow, and I quickly lifted her from the bed before she could snuggle back in. “The flight plans have already been created, and we’re not changing them.”

I carried her to the bathroom and sat her on the edge of the tub before reaching over to turn on the shower. “You have twenty minutes. Chop, chop!”

I left the bathroom with her mumbling something under her breath I didn’t quite catch, but I’m sure it wasn’t a sweet, morning greeting. She finished getting ready in record time, and when she stepped out, she looked excited and ready to go.

“Can we grab breakfast? Do we have time?”

“We don’t, but there will be plenty of food on the flight. I promise I won’t make you starve the entire way there.”

“Okay. Then let’s go.”

* * *

The drive to the airport was smooth and easy since we were leaving so early, and soon, we were settled in our seats, waiting for takeoff. “This plane is amazing! It’s nicer than some apartments I’ve seen,” Taylor said while looking around.

“It’s only a few months old. Our last jet was purchased by Xander’s dad almost ten years ago; it was time for an upgrade. There are some ‘special’ additions that went into building this one.”

“Oh, really? Now you’ve got me curious.”

Just then, our usual flight attendant, Shane, walked over with two bottles of water and handed them to us. “Good morning, Gamma. You’re looking especially delicious today.”

Shane was a member of our pack and gay. Flamboyantly gay. It took him a while to be comfortable enough with his sexuality to really be who he wanted, so when he finally did decide to leave the mask behind, we all accepted and loved the person he became.

“Good morning, Shane. What’s new in your world?”

He sat down next to Taylor and dramatically threw his head back. “Boy troubles. I see you don’t have those problems, though. Who is this beautiful ebony goddess you’ve got with you today?”

I had to laugh. The look of surprise on Taylor’s face, and the easy way Shane was speaking to her, was almost too much.

“This is my girlfriend, Taylor. She’s also my assistant, so she’ll be helping me out in Rome.”

“Girlfriend? Yassss!! Matthew, I’m so proud. This diva is flawless. I can’t wait to see the little caramel babies; they’ll be gorgeous.”

Taylor almost choked on the water she was sipping. “I’m so happy you approve, Shane. It’s nice to meet you,” she said after clearing her throat.

“You too, queen. Now let me get back to my job.” He stood up and fixed his clothes.

“Would either of you like anything else before takeoff? I’ll bring out your breakfast once we’re in the air, but I can get you a small snack now if you need it.”

I looked to Taylor, who just shook her head. “I’ll wait for breakfast, thank you. And once we’re all done, you can tell me about these boy troubles you’re having. I’ve got some troubles of my own. Maybe I can help,” she told him.

Shane’s eyes lit up, and he nodded. “She’s a keeper, Matt, seriously. I’ll see you guys in a bit. Buckle up; we’re talking off soon.”

“He’s amazing. I think I love him already,” Taylor giggled when we were alone again.

“Yeah, he’s cool. And he’s good at his job, so you’ll be spoiled the entire flight.”

“Nice.”

The captain then came on over the loudspeaker, letting us know we were cleared for takeoff. I leaned over and tightened Taylor’s seatbelt before adjusting my own.

“I could have done that myself, you know.”

“Yeah, but I just wanted a reason to touch you.”

She smiled, then pecked my lips. “Feed me. Then you can touch me all you want.”

She had no idea how much touching was about to go on.

* * *

Two hours into the flight, Shane had told Taylor all about his messy relationship issues and was listening intently to the advice she offered. When he’d absorbed all she had to say, he decided to leave the two of us alone for a while so he could go think things over.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and moved to kneel on the floor in front of her. She looked down at me and smiled. “What are you doing down there?”

I reached up and unbuckled her seatbelt before I moved to unbutton her shirt.

“Wait! What if Shane comes back?”

“He won’t. I linked him and told him I needed my ebony goddess to myself for a while. He was more than happy to agree.”

Once the buttons were out of the way, I gently helped free her arms and threw it to the side. Her bra’s front clasp went next, exposing her breasts to the cool cabin air. I raised my hands under her mounds, cupping them and flicking her nipples.

Taylor let out a soft m**n as I began teasing her hard little buds, pinching and rubbing them and massaging her entire breast. My lips moved down to her n****e, and I started sucking on it lightly.

Instinctively, Taylor almost bucked her h**s to the breaking point. She was enjoying this already, but she needed more. I moved a hand under her skirt and helped her out of her panties, tossing them onto the growing pile of clothing on the floor. Slowly, I used my finger to rub some of her already-leaking juices around until I landed on her clit.

It was hard and exposed, and Taylor whimpered as I began to softly tease it. I moved my middle finger down and slipped it into her drenched slit. Her muscles instantly clamped around it, so I pushed my index finger in to join it. Slowly, I began to f**k her with my hand while my tongue still worshipped one n****e, then the other. After kissing her breasts, I moved my head down to her legs. I gently kissed one knee and then the other, then licked my way up to her p***y, leaving a trail of goosebumps on her skin.

I teased her little flower, flicking her clit with my tongue before latching on with my lips and beginning to suck. Taylor’s legs rose and wrapped around my head, pulling me into her crotch as I continued sucking more and more juices pouring from her body.

She began to pant, bucking her h**s into my hand and mouth. Her body tensed, muscles tightening everywhere, and an earth-shattering o****m racked her body. She screamed aloud, grabbing my hair and holding me against her contracting p***y. I kept licking as her body finished its throes of passion. Finally exhausted, she pushed me away and tried to regain her breath.

“Oh my god. Those lips of yours have magic in them, I just know it.”

Taylor stood up from the chair, still wobbly from her o****m. “Lay down,” she whispered, and I quickly complied, laying on my back on the floor of the plane. Taylor sat on my stomach, facing my feet. I had a great view of her round a*s as she bent over to unbuckle my pants and pull my d**k out.

She started to lick and suck with so much passion, I was rock hard in seconds.

After a final flick of her tongue, she slid down my body, easily slipping me deep inside her. Her thighs moved up and down on me as I thrusted up into her p***y. She rode me hard, and soon, grunts and m***s and growls from both of us filled the cabin. Taylor turned herself around on me and pulled my hands to her breasts.

As I squeezed her n*****s, she ran her hands down my chest, moving up and down frantically the whole time.

“Stand up, beautiful,” I said hoarsely.

She hesitated but got up a few seconds later. I put my hand on her waist and directed her over to a small table in the corner by our seats. “Bend over. I want that pretty little a*s as high up as you can get it.”

When she was in position, I rubbed the head of my d**k across her slit, then tapped it on her clit. Taylor’s entire body spasmed at the contact, and her knees almost buckled.

“Hold on, tesoro. We can’t have you getting hurt.” I bent my knees and thrust forward, hard and fast. Her thighs crashed into the table, so I held on to her h**s to keep her steady while I went to work. When I felt her pushing herself back to meet my h**s, I knew that she was already getting close to her second o****m.

I leaned over her and bit down on her earlobe. “c*m for me, baby, let me feel it.”

She reached down with her right hand to massage her bud, helping to push herself over the edge. I released her h**s and moved my hands up to pinch down on her nipples. Seconds later, she was screaming out as another o****m sent her clenching around my c**k. The grip was so tight it held me in place as I came.

My c*m spurted inside her, filling her up before oozing down the sides, making a mess all over the inside of her thighs. I collapsed onto her back and licked her mark, making her shiver. All while still being buried deep inside her.

We stayed like that for a few moments before the captain came over the loudspeaker again. “We’ll be coming into a bit of turbulence in a few moments. Please take your seats and fasten your seatbelts until it’s safe to move around again.”

I slid out of her and grabbed a towel from a warmer nearby. I never understood why they gave people warm towels on planes. Maybe it was for situations like this. Once she was cleaned up, we pulled on our clothes and took out seats.

“The mile-high club is amazing,” she said with a smile.

“We’re not done yet, baby. We still have ten hours left, and there’s a bed in the back of the plane I can’t wait to f**k you on.”

* * *

Taylor

Hands down, this was the best flight I had ever been on. Ever!

The food was insanely good, the surroundings were plush and comfortable, and the s*x was mind-blowing. I didn’t think I could ever go back to Delta after this.

After a few rounds in the small bedroom, I took a much-needed nap before Matt woke me up for a late lunch. As I walked back into the main cabin, Shane was setting our food out on the table that Matt and I just desecrated a few hours before. God, I really hoped Matt wiped it down first.

“Well, aren’t you glowing, gorgeous. Was it a good nap?” Shane asked with a sly smile.

“One of the best naps I’ve ever taken.”

“I’d expect nothing less from that snack of a man of yours. Enjoy your lunch; I’ll be back in a while to check on you.”

I stood by the table and just looked down at it. Poor table.

“I cleaned it! I cleaned this entire cabin; I could smell what you two got up to. Now sit and eat,” Shane yelled over his shoulder before disappearing through a door.

I slumped down into my seat and looked over at Matt, who seemed to be totally unfazed. “How are you so comfortable with people knowing that you’ve just had s*x all over the place?”

“We’re wolves. Once we start having s*x, we don’t really stop, sweetheart. You’ll get used to it.”

“The s*x, or everyone knowing about it?”

“Oh, I’ll make sure you never get used to the s*x. If you do, I’m not doing my job. Now eat. We’ve got six more hours to go, and I’m sure I’ll replace a way between those thighs of yours at least two more times before we touch down.”

* * *

It was three more times, actually.

It was 3:30 a.m. when we landed in Sicily, and my internal clock was completely screwed up. There was a car waiting for us that took us to a beautiful hotel not too far from the airport. Matt opted to get us a room for the first day before we’d stay at his family’s home the next two days. When we entered the lobby, we headed for the lone clerk working behind the desk.

Her eyes lit up when she saw Matt crossing the floor towards her. I’m sure he was the highlight of her night. “Buona sera, we’re checking in, please. Reservation’s under Matthew Stone.”

She spoke with a thick accent that I would have found beautiful if she wasn’t eye-f*****g my man with me standing right next to him. “Good evening, Mr. Stone. You’ll be in one of our executive suites on the top floor. Did you need help getting settled in? An in-room massage, maybe?”

Matt frowned at her obvious flirting, but it didn’t deter her. She leaned forward when she slid the keys across the counter, showing off her ample cleavage. I stepped forward and snatched the key card from her well-manicured hand.

“Grazie, ma sono sicuro che andrà tutto bene. (Thanks, but I’m sure everything will be fine.) I can handle him from here, especially the massage. He gets really tight around his upper thighs, and I’m an expert at working out the tension.”

She scowled at me, then started furiously typing on her computer.

“Which way to the elevator?”

“Across the lobby, on the right. Have a good night,” she said with a fake smile.

“Could you send up some strawberries and champagne? They really get me going, if you know what I mean.” I winked at her and grabbed Matt’s hand, pulling him towards the elevator.

Once the elevator doors closed, Matt pulled me against his chest and lifted my head up to look him in the eye. “I love my tesoro a little jealous. And I especially love her speaking my language.”

“Giana taught me a few things.”

“When did you speak to my mother?”

“We talk all the time, but when she found out we were coming to Italy, she gave me a few pointers. Apparently, Italian women love you Stone men. She felt I should be prepared.”

“What else did she teach you?”

“That’s none of your business, handsome, but you’ll replace out soon enough.”