He drew me closer until our cheeks rubbed together, the soft hairs of his beard prickly against my sensitive skin. Warm air caressed my earlobe when he whispered in my ear, “There’s about to be another really loud noise. Just go with it.” And then his mouth was on mine.
Heat and wet and tongues sliding together. My hands found his shoulders, and then his chest, and I may have pawed at him through his shirt. In the background, behind the thrashing of my blood and the pounding of my heartbeat, I registered the loud, grinding noise Blake warned me of. I broke away to look up at him with the question in my eyes. Then I realized he could not see me in the dark, but I was not afraid. Not now. “What is that?”
His hands framed my face, holding me as he whispered in the dark. “Landing gear.” His thumb traced my lip again, and I drew it into my mouth. His lips turned up around it, and his smile gleamed. “You like playing games, do you?” All around us, our fellow passengers were sleeping. The flight attendant who brought our drinks had pulled the curtain to separate their darkened area.
I grinned back at Blake. Until he dragged his thumb from my mouth, letting the collected moisture chase it and trickle down my chin. My heart skipped a beat as my eyes found his and our gazes locked. In a swift, sure movement he spread his hand along my jaw and thrust his thick middle finger between my lips. The length of it slipped deeper and deeper into the hot, wet, dark space and slid over the smooth surface of my tongue.
¡Dios mio! My sex clenched as my tongue circled his digit the same way I teased him with the straw. But this time, I was my own victim. I clutched his forearms to keep from mauling him. Or something. The background hum of the engine, the slight jostling of the plane in the air, the fullness of Blake’s thick finger bumping the back of my throat as it pulsed in and out of my mouth were more effective than any sex toy I’d ever played with.
The plunging neckline of my dress was not designed for wearing a bra, and my ragged breaths dragged my bare breasts against the fabric until my nipples were stiff and achy. I needed . . . I needed . . . “Blake . . .” My whisper was a shadow in the darkened cabin, but he was so focused on me that he was already aware. He drew his finger from between my parted lips and trailed it down my chin, and then my throat. Then his lips swooped down to cover my mouth and his tongue glided in to replace it, flicking against mine with a never-ending series of licks and swipes.
¡Ay, Dios! His lips were firm but surprisingly soft against mine. My hands slid down his arms to land on his T-shirt—and the firm muscles of his torso beneath the soft fabric I wanted to bury my hands in. Was his skin smooth or did he have a crisp matting of hair on his chest?
“Blake!” I threw my head back and nearly forgot my surroundings when his roaming hand slid in the low cut front of my dress to cover my sensitive breast. When he rolled my nipple between his fingers, I cast my face forward to bite his shoulder. If I screamed, we would wake the entire plane. My center pulsed and throbbed, my desire so acute it was painful. I lowered one hand to cup it. If I rubbed just a little . . .
Blake’s chuckle vibrated through my chest that seemed suddenly fuller. “I think I can help you with that, baby.” He turned so he sat with his back to the aisle, and as if I were a rag doll, turned me on the seat so my back leaned against his upright chest, my feet planted on the wide leather cushion. A thin airline blanket appeared from nowhere to cover my lower half as he spread my knees and lifted my skirt. But his hand . . . His fingers dove into my panties to spread my sensitive, swollen lips, then unerringly found that bundle of nerves that begged for attention. He alternated slow circles followed by rapid pulses and I pitched and bucked into his hand, biting my lip to remain silent. I tilted my head back to watch his face as he pleasured me. Eyes dark, lips parted, chest heaving with his shifting breaths. My breath stuttered as his hand claiming my breast pinched my nipple and then rolled it to soothe it. On and on, slow, quick, pinch, roll until I was sure I would lose my mind.
His erection was a steel rod that poked against my back. The friction of it when I moved my hips only added to my frustration. Panting, I yanked his hand out of my panties. “I want you, Blake.” My voice was shaky with pent up need. How horny could one woman possibly get? I had a feeling my First Class distraction was a bad boy, and I wanted his naked body in my hands. His fascinating tats exposed to me. His solid muscles under my fingers. His rigid cock in my mouth. This flight would end soon, and I would go back to my ordinary life. But for these few hours I was in a bubble, insulated from the outside world. Nobody knew who I was; nobody knew how boring my life had become. I could be Sophie from LA, who was fun. And a little bit slutty. I allowed my lips to form a self-satisfied grin. Even the thought of it would bring mi papa after me with a shotgun.
Blake
“Goddamn, Sophie, I smell you, and it’s so fucking hot.” I inhaled and let the aroma of her desire fill my senses. “I can taste you, and I haven’t put my mouth on anything except your lips. That ends now.” She swallowed a gasp when I grazed her earlobe between my teeth, then trailed my way down her throat. My hands covered her breasts over the flimsy material of her dress. I wanted to yank her jacket down to trap her arms, rip her clothes away until she was naked and spread out before me. But that was a fantasy for another lifetime. When I wanted my own woman again. When I cared to be caught. Tonight was . . . what?
Tits jiggling in my face begging to be sucked. Hips, soft and fleshy, for my palms to grasp. After our flirtation at the bar, Sophie and I were both after the same prize tonight. A harmless distraction. She wanted to get off with no strings attached. My dick was cool with that.
She reclined against the window, the unused blanket wadded behind her back as a pillow. Her legs were spread wide, one foot propped on the seat cushion, the other slid to the floor. I inched forward to nuzzle the cleavage between her breasts and caught the light musky scent of her arousal. My cock throbbed in my shorts. Her nipple poked my cheek. I towered over her on my knees, grinning at her through the dark. The safety lights in the ceiling gave the area an otherworldly feel, and the soft snores from all around us assured us we were still quite alone.
I unfastened her dress at the nape and her heavy breasts fell free. She was perfection, and I took a moment to appreciate the gift. This girl was sin wrapped in feisty confidence. It was almost too bad I’d never see her again. Almost.
Her areolas were dark and puckered, her nipples engorged. So pretty. I lifted the weighted mounds in my palms and flicked my thumb across one. She arched her back with a sharp inhale. The dusky target shot straight to my mouth. Two points.
Her hands groped in the dim light until they found a place to land. One found a home on my bicep and gripped as my arm flexed beneath her fingertips. Her other hand landed midway up my thigh and even now was burrowing through the leg of my shorts. I had a better idea . . .
I released her breast and covered her hand, then slid back so I rested on my feet. I reclined a little further and brought her with me. “Baby, what about . . .” I removed her hand from under the wide hem and lifted it over the tent that was about to cause permanent damage to a favorite part of my anatomy. My hips jerked when her fingers wrapped around my cock through the thin fabric of my basketball shorts. Dude was straining to get out. Weeping for it. I was on board.
Sophie faced me on both knees, breasts barely concealed by the short denim jacket she wore over her dress. The dress that now hung from her waist. This girl. Whoever she was, she was the last thing I expected to find tonight. After two weeks of tropical boredom, I was ready to return to my students, to the team, and hit it hard. I was good. And the ex had better be happy with the dentist she traded me in on because I had no more use for the ball and chain. Donna who? Fuck her.
Sophie’s rounded breasts swung free when she leaned forward to kiss me. Her lips were soft and sweet, her tongue testing now that she was the one initiating a kiss. Fuck that. I grabbed the back of her neck, pulled her close, and showed her I didn’t mind if she sucked my face on h
er way to sucking me off. With her tongue working the interior of my mouth and her hand working my dick like a porn star, the only thing that could make it better was a little skin on skin . . .
Fingers splayed, her free hand traveled up my torso, bunching up my shirt as it moved upward. I sucked in a breath as her fingers grazed over each of my abs. She spread her hands over the width of my pecs, and without warning, pinched a nipple. I about came in my pants. “Fuck, Sophie!” I yanked her hands away and trapped them behind her back. Her back arched and forced the jacket to fall away. Her tits grazed my chest. Oh, that was nice.
“Blake.” Her lips left my mouth to travel down the rasp of my chin and took my earlobe between her teeth. She murmured soft words into my ear. Melodic, foreign. I didn’t understand a goddamn thing she said.
Her lips lowered to lick at the flat disc, then suck my nipple into her mouth. Jesus Christ, that was hot! She moved lower over my abs, her head bobbing as she retraced the path her hands had taken only minutes ago. I had a fucking puddle on the front of my shorts, and my dick was about to poke through the nylon fabric of my shorts.
Someone grunted and snuffled in the aisle seat two rows up and I froze. Dear God, no! Not with Sophie’s mouth and her tits and her hands all promising magic. For the love of God, go back to sleep!
Sophie continued to kiss her way down my stomach. She lapped at the trail of short hairs that led into my waistband. Her tits bumped my dick through a fucking thin barrier that I wanted gone like now. The curtain to the attendant’s quarters scraped open. Fuck, no! Sophie’s breasts grazed against my cock with every one of her movements. God, what I still imagined doing with those tits. When she grabbed my elastic waistband, it took every bit of my willpower to stop her hands.
Sophie
Blake stilled my hands from uncovering his cock, and I was ready to scream all the obscenities my three brothers taught me over the course of my lifetime. In both my languages. My blood pounded hot through my veins, and pulsed and throbbed between my thighs. I was amped and lethargic at once, and frantic for relief. If I had known I would need my vibrator, I would not have packed it away in the luggage compartment. “Damn it, Blake, this flight will be over soon. I want . . .”
His cock was still stretching out his silky shorts, clearly outlined, and I longed to explore his buried treasure. I reached for his waistband again. I needed him in me—some part of him in some part of me—but he clamped his fingers around my wrists. “Baby, shh. Listen.”
Listen? What? My eyes darted over his shoulder to search the darkened compartment. Then I heard it. The low mumble of conversation and a quiet racket coming from the attendants’ area. ¡Madre de Dios, no! Desperation flooded me. Not now. Not yet. My gaze flew back to meet Blake’s. “Perhaps someone only wished for a Coke, and they will soon buckle back in their seat?” Everything else seemed normal, although who could hear over the rumble of the elderly gentleman snoring across the aisle?
Blake bracketed my face in his hands and pressed his lips to mine. Smooth and gentle, dry lips pressed together, a first date peck. Not the frenzied, erotic kiss he gave me five minutes ago. And not the connection I had wanted in the seconds before I fed his cock into my mouth to see how far down my throat it would go.
I reached up to pull his hands to my breasts. The mass of them overfilled his large palms, and when he massaged his thumbs over the uber sensitive nipples, I had to swallow a moan. Blake’s hips bucked beneath my own. “Soph.” He straightened one of his legs and I moved to straddle his thigh. “There you go, baby.” He lifted the fabric of my skirt so I no longer sat on it, then reached beneath it to slide my panties to the side. “Ride me, baby.”
When I leaned forward, I could slide my breasts close enough for him to latch on with his mouth. He stroked me with his tongue and then sucked me in. The dart of impatient desire shot directly to my clit. Blake urged me toward a climax with determined purpose. He slid one finger, then two inside me as he flicked his thumb on my clit. I humped his leg to the steady, frustrated rhythm of his hips jerking up to bump his cock against my core.
With Blake’s hand occupied, my breasts swung free to graze against the line of crisp hair on his abdomen where his shirt had been lifted. The rasp of my overly sensitive skin against the coarse trail was nearly punishing, and it sent a volley of needy sensation throughout my limbs.
Blake’s first two fingers thrust in and out of my core, his thumb circled and flicked, his hips jerked against me as he desperately sought his own release. The pitch of the plane’s engine changed. Lowered. “We have only minutes, papi.” We were about to lose our seclusion. “I can wait no longer. Please . . .” This time, he did not argue when I lowered his shorts and exposed his erection. Long. Thick. Angry red, a drip of thick fluid clinging to the tip.
I pushed myself up his body, letting the solid length of him glide down the center of my torso until I thrust my tongue into his mouth in a kiss that was impatient and demanding. His cock was not the only thing angry. His erection rested against his belly, and I released his mouth with regret to slide back down to where it waited.
When I arrived, I let it slide between the fullness of my breasts, cupping it, trapping it, even as my nipples rubbed furiously over the cleanly trimmed area of his groin. I rocked back and forth over the hard length of him, letting him pull nearly out before I hid him again within my flesh. “Blake, please tell me you enjoy this.” I imagined this was close to heaven. I closed my eyes to savor the feeling and was surprised at the explosion of pleasure that attacked me. It was fireworks and shooting stars—
“Sophie!” Blake’s hands disappeared. His hips stilled.
Not yet! “Tell me this feels good to you, too.” I nipped at his ab and stroked his pre-cum slickened erection between my swollen breasts. I rubbed my thighs together to create the friction I now missed. I was so close!
“Sophie!” Contact vanished between my breasts and Blake’s erection. I opened my eyes to find Blake’s beautiful blue unwavering gaze, dark with desire as he slid my halter between us and fastened it to cover my exposed skin. The first dim overhead lights flashed on to reveal a cabin full of sleepy passengers in various stages of wakefulness.
Blake lifted his shorts from his rapidly deflating erection, and I scrambled off his legs and to my seat by the window. We had mere seconds to right our clothing, our hair, our attitudes before we were discovered. Blake was already situated in his wide leather seat, wrestling with his restraint as if nothing was amiss. I pulled a brush from the bag I had stashed. My clothing and hair I could manage. But the fevered blood still buzzing through my veins told me I clearly needed to get myself together before our plane reached the airport and I had to make a good first impression. My new life depended on it.
Blake
Sitting beside Sophie as we awaited our landing was both the same as and different from preparing for takeoff. Her window was uncovered again, and intermittent streaks of lightning flashed in the rain-streaked glass as we bounced through the turbulent sky. She kept her gaze determinedly focused out the window, but this time there was plenty to command her attention.
“Hey, Sophie.” The first time she startled at the flash of light in the distance, I reached for her hands bundled together in her lap.
“No. No.” She slipped her palms out of mine and wrapped them together again. But not before I caught sight of her luscious breasts heaving with her heavy breaths. A hint of her profile and the high color that had stolen over her cheeks. The tears that glossed her chocolate brown eyes. Was she afraid? Angry? I was growing hard in my shorts again and it fucking pissed me off. Why did this woman leave me with no more control than the horny high schoolers I dealt with back home? I wasn’t looking for love—wasn’t looking for a committed relationship. But we were both headed somewhere near the same place, and this woman knew how to use her body to rock my world. Might be nice to have her on speed dial.
I reached for a single hand and entwined our fingers. My skin was tanned from
days basking in the tropical sunshine. Hers was genetics.
Again she pulled away. “I am fine. Thank you.”
She pulled her legs up onto the seat and tugged her dress down over her knees. I didn’t hear another word from her, so I let her be. Well, fuck.
With a few hours’ sleep behind them, the passengers in our section of the plane were stirring, stretching, standing in line for a turn at the restroom. Reading lights popped on one by one. Dan made his way down our aisle with a cart of breakfast.
I lowered my tray, which finally drew Sophie’s attention from the gray clouds and flashes of light. Now that my cock was tucked away, it seemed she didn’t find me any more interesting than the weather, but bring on eggs and OJ, and she was all in.
I took a quick inventory of Dan’s offering when he stopped beside me. “Bagel and orange juice, thanks.” Dan handed me my food. Sophie hadn’t spoken up yet so I raised a brow. “Don’t think he’s serving lemonade this morning.”
Her eyes widened and her brow creased just long enough for me to feel like a prick before she smoothed out her features and offered Dan an apologetic smile. “The cranberry juice sounds nice, please.”
We ate and drank in silence and had just finished when Dan reappeared with his clattering cart to collect our empties. I stretched my neck to peer out the porthole as he reached for Sophie’s trash, then relaxed back in my seat. “How much longer until we reach our destination?”
Dan opened his mouth to answer, and at that same moment, the grinding gnash of gears signaled the landing gear being deployed. Dan nodded. “Not much longer now. Y’all will want to lift your trays and keep your seatbelts fastened.”
It had been an endless day of travel for me, and very little sleep the night before. For Sophie, too, I imagined, and then it was compounded by the emotional upheaval brought on by our mind-blowing—if unfulfilled—sexcapades. I turned my head to study her profile, which finally seemed more relaxed. A couple of times during the night we were frantic about our lack of privacy, our vanishing window of time, but it was all a part of the game.