Mile High Club Part 1
Zoe’s POV
If you had told me two months ago that I would be fucking my best friend, her new beau, and his super hottie friend. I would have said in my dreams. Yet as I watch them at our now favorite diner giggling and teasing one another, I couldn’t think of anything better. They’re my sexmates and I no longer want to go out hooking up all over the place. Isla sucks on my clit and nipples in the most pleasurable ways. Patrick fucks me deep and hard. And Amelia makes me wet just thinking about her touch. I can’t get enough sex with my mates. I can’t get enough quality time hanging out and getting to know one another with our clothes on either. They’re the best.
Lately I keep having these dreams about two sexmates. One has raven hair with green eyes like Isla, but I know it’s not her family member because I’ve asked. I just want to fuck him and make those eyes sparkle. The other has brown hair and has the most beautiful ebony skin darker than mine. He’s muscular and tall while the raven-haired guy is around 6’5” or taller.
I’ve checked everywhere that we saw Patrick and Isla before meeting on Amelia’s 25th birthday. To no avail. My sexmates say it will happen when it does. We figured out from the two grams that Amelia is the key, and it must happen on her birthday. Which means waiting almost another year.
We’ve all been staying at either Patrick’s or my place because we have the biggest beds for all of us to fit together. Amelia was already living with me due to the breakup with Tom so it was easier for her. Isla was moving in at the end of next month because her lease was up. As I own my condo, she can come and go as she pleases. We all have keys to one another’s places anyway. And Isla is at my place more than her own.
Amelia is a little concerned about her last conversation with her grams. She said it needs to be an odd number with Amelia in the middle for it to be balanced. We are all trying to decipher this. Amelia only has 5 runes. And we make up 3 of them. So what is the missing one?
We also found out that Amelia’s bloodline is the strongest in the sexmate genes. Which means they will all be drawn to her first and us after.
Patrick has become very protective of all of us. It’s sweet, but we all know that Amelia is each of our favorites. Grams says that is due to the sexmate bond which we completed that morning in the shower when Patrick didn’t use condoms with us. We didn’t know then just how powerful it all would feel after. But the sex intensified and only kept getting better. We fucked like rabbits daily, unable to stop ourselves. We needed it like air. I was getting wet just thinking about all of it.
Of the group I ended up being the most quiet and submissive. Isla is not far from me on that. Her once dominatrix side is almost completely gone.
Patrick isn’t keen on the other mates being guys. He’s worried that they’ll hurt us or not share. He’s had us all to himself for so long that he isn’t sure that he wants to find them.
We have all discussed my dreams at length. We are confused as to why I’m having them. Amelia and Patrick had the first ones. So why me and only me? I’m beginning to wonder if both grandmothers don’t know everything as they think that they do. We’ve also researched all our bloodlines trying to understand the bond better. Isla and I also have had a few fated rune sexmates in our bloodlines as well.
I was excited when Patrick asked all of us to go with him on his business trip. Unfortunately, I’m the only one going. The girls will meet us a few days later due to their work. Isla has a photo shoot and Amelia has a project proposal due. Both events fell on my birthday. So I’ll be in England with Patrick meeting his friends and family instead of celebrating with my sexmates and friends.
I’m also nervous to be alone with Patrick. We get along great in the bedroom but bicker a lot outside of it. He’s a neat freak and I’m not. So this should be interesting. Though he’s promised to make me a member of the mile high club which has always been a dream of mine.
We’ve all made a pact. If we only sleep with each other, there is no protection during sex. If we want to sleep with someone outside of the sexmate bond, we all must discuss it and agree. At first, I worried that I would have an issue with this, as it turns out I don’t want anyone else. I fantasize about them all the time now. One of us just must mention the fantasy and Amelia coordinates its execution. She’s amazing at it. She’s so on key with finding the right ways to please each of us and directing us on how to please each other. There’s nothing like it.
“Are you okay, Zoe?” Patrick asked, taking my hand, and kissing it. We had said our goodbyes to Isla and Amelia. We were now seated in our first-class seats.
“I am a little nervous to meet your family. How did you explain our relationship? You have 3 girlfriends.” I asked nervously.
He smirked. “Grams is the only one that matters, and she knows everything. Peter and Phillip won’t have the time of day for me. I haven’t seen dad since mom died. You’ll be okay.”
“And your friends?” I asked, still not sure.
He rubbed circles on my hand and thought a moment before leaning into whisper, “You’ll be the belle of the ball. Don’t worry. I’ve got you. I know we bicker about cleaning, but I won’t let anyone hurt you. I promise.” He kissed my hand again and leaned in to kiss my lips. His hand sliding under my skirt to brush my panties made me wet. “I’m also excited to make you a member of the mile high club, but we won’t be able to go as long as we normally do.”
I blushed and placed both my hands on his face while kissing him. “You should get a plane so that we can all do it together and for longer periods. I’ve been thinking about that.” He slid my panties out of the way to brush my clit. I bit my lip to hide my moan.
“You’re such a tease.” I smiled.
“That’s not a tease, that’s a warmup. I’m going to fuck you hard, Zoe girl. Just you wait.” He smiled before leaning back in his seat, still holding my hand.
The pilot made his announcements, and the flight attendants did the emergency protocols. We took off and soon the carts came around offering drinks and snacks which Patrick and I both took. When the seatbelt light went off Patrick closed our divider. He turned his seat into a bed and pulled me onto him to straddle him. I giggled. I was so excited about this part.
“Zoe girl, you’re going to have to stay quiet sweetheart. I know you like to be loud, but we don’t need an audience.” He whispered, kissing me. His hands going under my skirt and his fingers brushing my pussy. I was so wet with anticipation that I knew that he could smell my arousal.
“Where’s your sense of adventure darling? Maybe they’ll see something they’ve never seen before.” I huskily said as his kisses trailed down my neck.