Chapter 20
Colton
The flight is surprisingly empty. I mean, there are people scattered here and there, but the business class section at the front has only us and two other people, a man in a suit who’s already steadfastly focused on his laptop and an older woman who’s already snoring. The flight attendant hasn’t even done her pre-flight safety speech yet.
I sit next to Elle, enjoying her excitement as she looks out the window. She watches the ground crew bustling around and then watches the ground disappear far below us as we find our cruising altitude high in the sky.
Her blonde ponytail whips back and forth as she tells me to look out the window. When she looks out again, I don’t do as she asked. The better view is right next to me.
Elle looks beautiful. Stunning, really, even dressed for travel in fashionable trainers, leggings that make her ass look positively grabbable, and a soft top that hugs her curves and drapes tantalizingly over her breasts. It’s perfectly proper, but that doesn’t stop my mind from wanting to spread the V-neck wide and lift her tits out to feast upon.
I can’t help myself. I take her hand, interlocking our fingers. I can feel the softness of her thigh against the back of my hand, begging me to move higher . . . higher.
The flight attendant stops beside us, offering drinks. Elle starts to say something, but I interrupt her. “Nothing for now, thank you.”
The flight attendant’s perfectly sculpted brows don’t even move. I’m sure she’s seen way worse than a slightly rude and pretentious flyer. Elle, on the other hand, looks ready to slice and dice me when the cart continues on its way.
“Excuse you. I wanted a water bottle. I have a per diem and I intend to use every last penny of it, Mr. Wolfe.”
“There’s a one-liter bottle in your bag. I bought it at the airport shop for you, remember? And besides, I have something else in mind now that we’re alone for a while.”
“Alone?” she scoffs, looking around. “We’re on an airplane with tons of other people.”
I don’t turn around but estimate anyway. “There are two others in business class with us, and maybe sixty others in coach. Poor sods, their knees are going to be pained after this long of a flight.”
Elle fakes a British accent, making fun of me. “Poor, unfortunate souls. They should’ve splurged and gotten the comfy seats like I did.” She places a hand to her chest and slathers the entire thing in ‘entitled brat’ tones. “You sound like a bougie ass.” Back to her own sass for that dig.
Frowning, I explain. “That’s not what I meant at all. I meant that there are fewer witnesses, and now the flight attendant will be at the back of the plane for a bit.”
There’s that light in her eyes. “Witnesses? For what?”
I lean in close, getting intimately in her space, even though no one will overhear me. “Have you ever heard of the mile-high club?”
Her eyes widen, knowing exactly where I’m going with this. “Yes, and I won’t be joining today. Our first time will not be at thirty-seven thousand feet or whatever the captain said.”
I can taste the victory already, though. “First time? So you’ve already thought about it? Thought about a second and third time too, haven’t you?” Her smirk is answer enough, so I press on.
“And now, you’re thinking that doing something a little crazy, a bit unexpected might be just right for our first time. It does seem rather suited for us, don’t you think? Your sneaking into the lavatory but leaving it unlocked, the race of your pulse as I come in and lock the door behind me. Our eyes locked in the mirror as I spread your shirt wide and pull your luscious tits out, fondling them in the mirror while you watch. You’d feel my cock against your ass and reach back to cup me, driving me wild. I’d push your trousers and knickers down . . . are you wearing panties today, Elle?”
It’s a test to see how hooked she is. When she silently nods, her breath hitched, I know this is happening. But the lead up is so delicious that I continue our verbal foreplay. I let go of her hand, flipping mine so that my palm rests high on her thigh, almost to the crease where it joins her body.
“You’d spread these lovely legs for me, letting me test your wetness. You’d be soaked for me, so hungry and ready for my cock.” My pinkie finger glances over the seam of her leggings, and I groan deeply at the heat I can feel there. Elle matches my groan.
“You’d have to be so quiet, not making a sound as I play with your clit and slip my fingers inside you, stretching you to take me. But it’d be so hard to hold those cries of pleasure back as I made you come all over my hand. Then I’d press my cock against you, letting you coat me in your cream before I fill you up. Right there, pressed against the vanity, your eyes and mouth open wide in pleasure as I fuck you for the first time at thirty-seven thousand feet until we both come.”
She shudders against my hand, where I’m openly cupping her now. “And then we’ll return to our seats, smelling like sex, with no one the wiser.”
Her eyes are clouded with lust and need, and I consider just rubbing her off right here. That’s another fantasy altogether, making her come in public, even though there’s no one around. But I want inside her too badly.
I know that she’s using me and the dares to rebel against her father, to feel free and alive. In a way, I’m using her as a distraction from the hell that we’ll face when we get off this plane, the one I haven’t told her about yet. But even in the face of those pressures, the truth is . . . I just want her. Not because of her dad or the proposals, not because my family is awful and I’m nervous about subjecting Elle to their particular brand of manipulation.
But because she’s amazing and lovely and makes me feel alive.
So I do it. The one thing I know will push her over the edge of sanity and reason. Because I’m already there, in this world of her creation where rules don’t apply, consequences don’t happen, and we can be free.
“I dare you . . . go to the lavatory and wait for me, Elle.”
Her head lolls back and she rolls it to look at me. “I kinda hate you right now.” Her body says she’s lying.
I kiss her hard, pushing my tongue into her mouth, and she meets me stroke for stroke with her own. Her hips lift against my hand too. Fucking hell, maybe I will just get her off here, swallowing any sounds she makes, because she’s primed on the edge.
She pushes against my chest, and I break the kiss with a growl. “Excuse me, sir. Be right back.” She works her way out of her seat, shoving her ass in front of my face.
Holy shit, I can smell her arousal and my mouth salivates to taste her. My cock tells my mouth to wait its fucking turn because the only thing getting a taste of her right now is hard as a fucking rock between my legs.
She doesn’t look back as she walks the few steps up the aisle to the lavatory. I consider for a split second that she might be leaving me high and dry, going in there to get herself off, but I don’t hear the tell-tale click of the lock and my cock surges in my trousers.
I force myself to count to thirty and then adjust myself before getting up to follow. Walking is painful, but I manage without limping or coming in my pants like a teenager.