Mile High Mercenaries

Chapter 1: Skyward Seduction

The cockpit of the private plane hummed with a quiet intensity, the world below a patchwork of clouds and distant earth. Pavrati Sinah, a fierce 28-year-old mercenary with the Expendables, sat in the co-pilot seat, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. Her Arabic heritage painted her features with an exotic allure—high cheekbones, full lips, and a cascade of raven hair that tumbled over her shoulders. Beside her, piloting with a steady hand, was Lee, her rugged 49-year-old lover. His salt-and-pepper hair and weathered face only added to his commanding presence, a secret she’d kept close for a year due to his hesitation over their age gap. But up here, at 30,000 feet, en route to Paris for her 29th birthday, the world’s rules didn’t apply.

‘So, sweetheart,’ Lee drawled, his voice a low rumble over the engine’s hum, ‘what’s on that bucket list of yours? I’ve got you in the City of Love for your big day, but I wanna know what else my girl dreams of.’

Pavrati turned, her lips curling into a sly smile. ‘Oh, Papa,’ she purred, her accent wrapping around the pet name with a seductive lilt, ‘some things are better shown than told.’

Before Lee could quip back, she rose from her seat, her lithe, toned body moving with the precision of a predator. In one fluid motion, she straddled his lap in the pilot’s seat, her thighs clamping around his hips. The sudden heat of her against him made his breath hitch, his hands instinctively gripping her waist.

‘Well, damn, baby girl,’ Lee chuckled, his eyes darkening with lust. ‘Mile High Club, huh? Didn’t think you’d be this bold. How do you want me, Pav?’

She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear, her voice a husky whisper. ‘In every position imaginable, Papa. As long as I can feel or see that gorgeous cock of yours bulging over me at all times.’

Lee’s grin was pure sin. ‘You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you? Let’s see how much you can take.’

The air between them crackled with raw energy, the confined space of the cockpit amplifying every touch, every word. Pavrati’s hands roamed his chest, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate slowness, while Lee’s fingers dug into her hips, already hard beneath her. She could feel him, thick and ready, pressing against her through their clothes, and it sent a shiver of anticipation through her. She was already wet, her body aching for him, and the thought of what was to come had her practically dripping.

‘You gonna be good for me, sweetheart?’ Lee rasped, pulling a zip tie from his pocket with a wicked glint in his eye. He bound her wrists in front of her, tight enough to thrill but not to hurt. She nodded eagerly, biting her lip, and he let out a rough laugh. ‘That’s my girl. So damn horny for me already.’

Pavrati smirked, her voice dripping with challenge. ‘Always, Papa. Now, are you gonna make me wait, or are you gonna fuck me like I deserve?’

Lee’s response was a low growl as he guided her down, her bound hands resting on his shoulders. ‘Ride me, baby girl. Slow at first. Show me how much you want it.’

She obliged, grinding against him with a torturous pace, feeling him grow even harder beneath her. The friction was maddening, her pussy throbbing with need as she teased him, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. ‘Like this, Papa? Or do you want me faster?’

‘Faster,’ he commanded, his voice rough with desire. ‘Work for it, Pav. Make me feel that tight little pussy.’

Her movements quickened, her hips rolling with a fierce rhythm, and the heat between them built to a fever pitch. Sweat beaded on her forehead, her body trembling as she pushed herself closer to the edge. Lee’s hands gripped her ass, guiding her, his breath hot against her neck as he murmured, ‘That’s it, sweetheart. You’re so fucking wet for me. I can feel it.’

The tension snapped, and Pavrati shattered, her cry echoing in the small space as she came hard, her body shuddering against him. But Lee wasn’t done—not by a long shot. With a grunt, he lifted her, barely pulling out, and laid her over the console, her legs dangling over the yoke. The cold metal against her heated skin made her gasp, but before she could adjust, he thrust into her again, deep and relentless.

‘Fuck, Papa!’ she moaned, her voice raw with pleasure. ‘Don’t stop. I need more.’

‘Don’t worry, baby girl,’ Lee panted, his thrusts hard and unyielding. ‘I’m gonna give you everything you want. Look at you, taking me so well. My perfect little mercenary.’

Her second climax hit like a tidal wave, her body arching against the console as she screamed his name, her pussy clenching around him. Lee’s praise only fueled her fire, his words a constant stream of admiration as he flipped her over, positioning her to take him from behind. The new angle had her gasping, her bound hands bracing against the controls as he drove into her, each thrust pushing her closer to another edge.

‘Goddamn, Pav,’ he groaned, his hands gripping her hips. ‘Your ass looks so fucking good like this. You’re gonna cum for me again, aren’t you?’

‘Twice,’ she managed to gasp out, her voice dripping with defiance even as her body surrendered to him. And she did—shattering twice more on his cock, her cries mingling with his grunts of effort, the cockpit filled with the sounds of their raw, unbridled passion.

As the plane soared through the night sky, their journey was just beginning. Paris awaited, but so did more of this—more of Lee, more of the ecstasy only he could give her. And Pavrati knew, with a wicked smile, that this birthday was about to become unforgettable.