I realize I’m holding my breath and force myself to breathe again. I try to inhale calmly, but it catches in my throat. His arm, draped around my waist, tightens. He knows I’m awake, knows I’m not objecting, and he’s not stopping.
His hand slides under the blanket. It’s hot on my skin through my thin blouse. He traces a path along my arm down to my hand that lies in front of my chest, then he moves and places his palm below my breasts, letting it rest there. A finger brushes my nipple which stiffens instantly. It screams for his attention, and that light touch is far from satisfying. I forget to breathe, and then I just give up on it altogether. I want more. This feels so kinky. So forbidden.
Hovering over my nipple, he then pinches it gently and I gasp, spikes of want surging through me. This pretending-to-sleep routine is going to be hard to keep up. When I don’t object, he grows bolder and cups my breast and squeezes. Carefully at first, and then with more force. He suddenly stills and I hear the soft steps of someone approaching.
“Is there anything you need, sir? Coffee? A pillow for yourself?”
“Thank you. I’m good,” he answers cheerfully.
“She seems to be having a good sleep.”
“Oh yes.” His voice reverberates through his chest.
Oh yes indeed!
His hand starts exploring again. It moves down along my belly and I tense up like a piano wire. Is he going where I think he’s going? But then I feel his warm palm on my naked skin as he pushes his hand under my blouse and moves upward again. He pushes up my bra, freeing my breasts, pinching first one nipple and then the other before he firmly squeezes my breasts, paying good attention to them both. I squirm and am barely able to stifle the moan that wants to escape my throat. His other hand rests on my head, toying with my hair, then taking more of a forceful hold of it as his breathing changes, gets more labored. I like it. I like that I affect him as much as he affects me.
When he abandons my breasts, I miss his touch immediately. I wonder if he’s done exploring, but he changes direction, caressing along my stomach and then down the front of my hip. Oh yes! Go there! Moving down my skirt, he pulls it up until his fingers rest scorching hot on my thigh. Agonizingly slow, he feels his way up my thigh until his hand rests on my already soaked panties
A finger starts circling my clit through the fabric, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me. I shake as I bury my head in the pillow.
“Don’t move,” he whispers, his warm breath fanning my ear. His grip on my hair tightens. “Keep your eyes closed and stay quiet.”
I don’t even nod, obeying completely. I never knew someone dominating me would be a turn-on, but I tremble from the spike of arousal.
Pushing the fabric to the side, he finally reaches my swollen, aching pussy. I hold my breath trying not to cry out, but it is in no way better. I let out a shaky sigh but am immediately punished by a tug on my scalp.
God! How did this happen?
Teasing my drenched slit, he makes me light-headed, as a growing need for release screams inside me. When he pushes past my entrance, I gasp and buck up to meet his touch. He tugs my hair again. Harder this time.
“Shhhh.” His breath is hot on my cheek. Then he removes his hand from my hair and pulls out the pillow from under my head. My cheek rests on his strong thigh, and he pulls me closer to him until I feel a thick, hard length. He inhales sharply and pushes even closer.
“Shhhh,” I say.
He chuckles.
His fingers move in and out, circle my aching clit, and then back in. I moan. He doesn’t punish me this time, but instead moves his pelvis rhythmically against my cheek. Suddenly he freezes and I hear voices, people passing by. He corrects the blanket covering me. His fingers move and he pushes inside me again and starts thrusting hard, his thumb still pressing against my swollen clit. The pressure keeps building until I nearly black out in an explosion of spasms, pressing my face against his lap to stifle the moans.
Nathan
She comes on my hand. I’m so fucking hard. If she touched me now, I wouldn’t last a second. I need to fuck her so bad I can barely breathe. Holy hell. Such a good girl. My hand rests between her legs, my fingers still in her soaked pussy.
“I don’t need a napkin,” I whisper. “I need a fucking towel.”
She chuckles and open her eyes. I take her in, admiring the beauty of her features. Especially the flush on her face that extends down to her throat and disappears under the neck of her blouse, her tousled hair, very tousled, I wasn’t playing nicely with it at all, and her eyes, dark with lust. I swallow hard. I need to fuck this girl. I really fucking need my cock inside her still spasming pussy. I reach for a bottle of water, twist off the lid and then spill some on the blanket.
“What are you—”
“Shhh.” I push the button to get the flight attendant’s attention and grab the pillow from the floor, putting it back under her head.
“Clumsy me,” I say when the stewardess arrives. “I spilled some water. Do you have some napkins? Or maybe even a towel?”
“Oh! I don’t have a towel, but I’ll be back with napkins for you. I’ll bring your friend a new blanket too.”
“Thank you.” I shoot off a wide smile that turns into a smirk when she turns and leaves.
“Nathan,” Sydney says in a low, husky voice. “That was— It was—” She exhales with a shudder.
Flexing my fingers inside her, I revel in how wet I made her, and how she gasps and tenses up, a hand coming up to cover her face. I need her so fucking much right now, it’s killing me.
I grin. “Unexpected?”
The stewardess arrives with a thick chunk of paper and the blanket. When she leaves, I place the folded blanket on Sydney’s hip and bend down, giving her a quick kiss on her forehead. I circle her wet flesh once more and then I pull up my hand from her groin and start wiping it off.
She moans quietly and squirms. “Wicked. I’ve never…”
“Been fingerfucked by a stranger on an airplane before?” I could tell her one secret: this is new to me too.
“God,” she groans.
“Thought you weren’t religious.” I wink at her.
“Oh, a girl can get religious for less,” she says with a long shaky sigh.
I laugh. “So I’ve changed your view on life, then?”
She swallows hard and bites her lower lip. “Maybe.”
“A man can get over-confident for less, with such praise.”
She laughs. “I think you already have an issue with that.”
I lean closer, whispering in her ear. “Really, now?”
“Mm-hmm.” She glances up at me. “Over-confident, and bad. You’re a bad, bad man.”
Holding her gaze, I ache with the need to show her exactly how bad I can be. I have a feeling she’d like it more than she would admit.
I see movement in the aisle. “You better arrange yourself and get back up. They’re making a round.”
“Crap!” She looks around us, flustered, and then corrects her bra, blouse, and skirt, her movements jerky and poorly controlled. I hide a smile and turn away, giving her a bit of privacy.
When I look back at her, she’s sitting up. She looks a total mess and has her arms full of bunched up blankets.
I laugh and take them, making quick work with stuffing them into the overhead compartment. Slamming the hatch closed, I sit and take her in.
“Oh my.” I thread my fingers through her hair, pushing stray tresses behind her ear. Then I move my hand over her blouse and skirt, smoothing them out, ‘accidentally’ brushing a nipple which immediately stiffens.
“Stop that,” she whispers.
I chuckle.
Sydney
I regard my wrinkled clothes and realize this is a doomed effort. Not good. I do look thoroughly… fucked. I need to change clothes before we step off the plane. I wonder where he’s staying? What if we’ll be in the same city? How busy will he be with whatever business he’s off to? Is there a chance f
or a repeat performance? I squirm, the feeling of his hand between my legs lingers. I’d love that very much.
The flight attendants are approaching, and I try to smooth out my hair, then I rub under my eyes, trying to wipe off the mascara I bet is smudged there. I nudge Nathan.
“Hey. Give me one of those.” I nod at the pile of napkins. He lifts the whole wad and I take one that seems dry, then I pour some water on it out of the bottle. I rub my face with the damp napkin and turn to him.
“How do I look?”
“Like you’ve been thoroughly fucked,” he says with a wink and turns his attention to the stewardess, ordering more wine.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?”
His eyes are full of mischief. “Definitely. You’re fun when you’re inebriated.”
“Am I not fun sober?” I ask and pout.
“I have no idea. I’ve barely known you sober.”
“You barely know me at all.”
“I don’t think that’s entirely true.”
I narrow my eyes. “What do you know then?”
He leans in, inhaling deeply, as if he’s sniffing me. I blush. I must reek of arousal.
“I know you want to break free of the bonds that have been holding you back your whole life. I know you long for adventure, for a connection. I know you’re an innocent girl but with a deep, dark secret you’ve just revealed to me. I know you’re a doer, that you’re used to being in charge, and I know the thought of someone mastering you makes you dizzy with want.”
His eyes are so blue, seem so honest, almost boyish, but there’s a hint of danger there, a challenge.
I swallow audibly. “You gather this from having had your fingers in my pussy?” I whisper.
He smirks and holds my gaze, then he sneaks a hand behind my neck, beneath my hair, and grabs my nape in a vice grip, pulling me so close that I feel his quick breaths fan my face. My lips part on their own accord. Is he going to kiss me?
“Yes,” he says, and lets me go, sitting back.
“I don’t think you know me that well,” I say shakily a sting of disappointment pricking my chest. Fuck me. He hit the head on the nail. I want to scream, run, and throw myself over him. All at the same time.
“Is that so? Maybe give me a chance to prove I’m right?”
My head perks up. “I— Maybe…”
His eyes glitter as he lifts his mug in a toast. “Here’s to some very interesting days in the Dominican Republic.”
A burst of heat runs through me. I raise my own mug and take several gulps of wine.
“I thought you were going on some mysterious agent business?”
“Business and pleasure, I said,” he counters.
“Lots of business and a little pleasure? Or lots and lots of pleasure and… very little business?” Please, please, please!
“That’s something I can’t predict at the moment. To be honest, probably a lot of business.”
“Well, I’ll be basking in the sun on white beaches, sipping umbrella drinks, ogling other tourists and exploring the town. I will not at all be hungrily waiting to see if you have time or not.”
“I wouldn’t dream of assuming that.”
“Yes, you would.” I lick my lips, well aware that his gaze follows the movement of my tongue. I think of that dominant side of his and wouldn’t be surprised at all if he would try to boss me around. Just for the kink of it. Then it strikes me. “Where are you going, by the way? City, I mean.”
“Santo Domingo.”
My heart sinks. “Oh.”
“Where are you off to then?”
“La Romana,” I say, a bit gloomily.
“Really? You’re going to the wrong airport, sweetie. And here I thought we were visiting the same place.”
“There weren’t any flights today,” I say, moping, my full schedule with touristy plans temporarily forgotten.
“That’s a shame.”
I grimace, unreasonably saddened by the realization. I guess the adventure on the plane is what we’ll get. I clear my throat. “How long was I out?”
“About forty minutes.” He looks at me with an unreadable expression on his face.
I narrow my eyes as I regard him. He looks positively devilish. “Did you touch me when I was sleeping?”
“Define touch.”
“You know,” I say.
“Not in the slightest. I need your help here.”
I groan and give him the best stern look I can produce. “Under the blanket.”
“Just letting my hand rest under the blanket?”
“No… well, that too.”
“No.”
“No what?”
“I didn’t let my hand rest under the blanket.”
“Meaning?” I ask.
“What do you hear?”
“That you’re entirely dodging the question.”
“So ask me properly.”
I exhale. His teasing is turning me on again. “Did you touch my breasts?”
He leans in closer. “In what way?”
Two can play this game. “Did your hand wander under my blouse? Caress my naked smooth skin? Pinch my nipples through my bra? Did you squeeze them hard? Did your hand wander down to slide inside my panties? Did it turn you on?”
“You tease,” he gasps and puts a hand over the bulge in his pants. “I’m gonna need a restroom break soon!”
I smile sweetly. “Oh, great idea, by the way. Will you excuse me?” I say and stand up.
He stands. “You are not excused, Sydney. There isn’t a punishment in the world good enough for you right now. I’m beginning to rethink who’s the evil one between the two of us.”
I nearly double over with want. His words make my pussy burn hotter than ever. “Yeah? Maybe you need to taste your own medicine?” I stick my tongue out at him and gasp from the hunger in his gaze. He looks as if he’d devour me if he had the chance. As I squeeze past him, my legs shake. A part of him, hard as a rock, pushes against my belly. Hiding a smile, I step out into the aisle and take a couple of steps before I realize I need to change my clothes. And panties. Opening the overhead compartment, I begin to pull out my suitcase.
“Allow me.” He grabs it and places it on his seat, studying me as I rummage through the contents until I find what I’m looking for. He’s got a smug smile on his face as he puts it back up. I flip him off, then I turn on my heel, my cheeks burning.
I feel his gaze on my back the whole way.
Chapter 6
Nathan
I’m a wreck. I fall into my seat, lean my head back and squeeze my eyes shut. The memory of her warm, soft skin still lingers on the tips of my fingers. Her little gasps echo in my mind, the tantalizing vision of the rapidly thudding pulse in her neck. I glance around me and adjust my rock-hard cock. My pants are uncomfortably tight and I itch to do something about it. This was an unexpected adventure. Complete failure at the club last night, making me feel like trash. Bumping into each other again. Her big, trusting eyes, her flirty smile. Me fingerfucking her until she comes all over me. Fucking hell. I swallow hard and glance behind me, at the closed door to the restroom a few rows of seats away, then I lift my hand to my nose and inhale her scent. The feeling of her shape is etched into my palms. Her taut nipples, her squirming, her absolute obedience, and how warm and wet she was plays on repeat in my mind.
Fuck.
I can’t...
I glance behind me again, then I shoot up from my seat and take a few long strides until I’m outside the door.
Sydney
After I’ve closed and locked the door, I lean my forehead against the cold hard surface. What a day! I put a hand between my legs. Goosebumps race along my thighs as I relive the feeling of his fingers in me. Trying to get a grip, I straighten and take in my reflection in the mirror. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I’m positively glowing, my eyes happy, my cheeks blushed, my lips fuller even though they haven’t even been touched. I smile. This might be the only hours we
have, but I’ll enjoy them to the fullest.
I take care of my full bladder. Wiping, I realize how slick I am and a rush of arousal courses through me again.
Changing into a white simple top, I then replace my hopelessly wrinkled skirt with a new one. It’s a bit longer, but wide. I’m not the least ashamed to admit why I chose a skirt and not pants, hoping for a repeat performance. I’m not sure how that’ll happen, though. I can’t very well pretend to sleep again. I wash and dry my hands, then I open the door. My heart skips a beat, then jumps into overdrive. Right outside stands Nathan.
“Oh. Hi!” I smile and move to get past him when he, not so mildly, pushes me back inside and pulls the door shut behind him.
I widen my eyes in shock. “What are you—"
The click of the lock is almost deafening in my hyper-sensitized mind. Then he crushes his lips against mine and shoves me up against the wall, his chest unyielding, locking me in place.
I inhale to speak, overwhelmed, but he interrupts me.
“Not a word,” he whispers hoarsely against my lips. His hand slides down along my hip, squeezing my flesh almost too roughly. He grips between my legs and pushes through the skirt, through the panties, shoving fingers and fabric as far inside as they go, rubbing my tender flesh. My knees buckle, but he steadies me and chuckles as he devours my mouth. I give out a mewl, opening my mouth to his and our kiss deepens to something almost violent. I can’t get enough of his taste and of the sensation of him invading me.
I put my hands on his chest and follow the contours of his body, down to his waist, lower, touching the front of his pants, and feel a distinctly hard length under my fingers. Now it’s his turn to buckle and a moan escapes his lips.
“Not a word,” I mumble in his mouth and feel him smile. I keep caressing him, up, down, back up, squeezing a little as I hold his gaze, drowning in his intensely blue eyes.
“That wasn’t a word,” he whispers back and bucks against my palm.
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