Before I could reach for him, he stepped closer, closing what little space had been between us. With my dress now open, our bodies were pressed together. I cursed myself for rushing to the pants when I should have taken off his shirt.
His mouth slid to my ear, my neck. I tried to get to the buttons on his shirt, by the sensations were too distracting, the room too small. There was no way to get what I wanted gracefully. Really, I did my best work on a king-sized bed.
Scott lifted his head, staring at me with one eyebrow raised. “Jess?”
Finally. My fingers rushed to the buttons. “This shirt has to come off.”
He straightened, giving me room to work. “I thought you were only in this for my dick.”
“I am, but I want to feel you, not chambray.”
His low laugh rumbled through the room. I looked up to remind him we needed to be quiet, and quick, but before I could his lips were on mine again. With a flick of his hand he undid the front clasp of my bra and pushed everything aside, pressing our bodies together chest to chest, thigh to thigh.
He reached around, gripping my ass and pulling me hard against him. His anxious cock pushed at my satin panties and I bit back a groan. Why did we have to be wearing so many clothes?
Scott pulled his lips from mine, giving me a wicked grin before bending his head and flicking his tongue against my nipple. The heat of his mouth was exactly what I craved against my neglected breasts. His hands and mouth sucked and nipped at my tender flesh. When his hand traveled under the elastic of my panties, shivers shot up my spine. Chills tingled my body as my cunt pulsed for his attention. Real attention.
“Leave them on,” I begged with a throaty voice I barely recognized. “Fuck me now.”
Scott gave a sinister laugh, his hands tracing over my breasts to my shoulders and pushing my open shirtdress off my arms. The motion left me nearly naked, completely exposed if we were caught. Panic flooded through my veins, but before I could protest he’d tugged my panties down and lifted me onto the tiny counter to pull them off the rest of the way. I didn’t dare move, or I’d fall into the sink.
I looked up into Scott’s warm brown eyes and licked my lips. Every nerve in my body was ready, primed for whatever came next. It had better be me.
He reached for my hips, pulling me to the edge of the counter. I wrapped one leg behind him for balance as he took his cock in hand, teasing my pussy, rubbing the head along my labia, circling it around my clit. The plane hit a pocket of turbulence and he pushed completely into me.
I grabbed at him, gasping at the invasion and trying not to cry out in pleasure. As he pounded into me, my head lolled back and I noticed for the first time we were in front of a mirror.
It provided a glimpse into my wild eyes and Scott’s passionate stare. I locked my legs around his hips, moving with him while not breaking eye contact in the mirror. Each time he pounded his cock into me I wanted to scream, to release some of the tension. Because I couldn’t, it built within me. Before I knew it I was clenching him, rolling my hips as best I could.
I came hard, spasming around his cock while he continued to drive deep and hard. His breath was ragged, his face twisting as my inner muscles squeezed him. So sensitive from coming, I could feel his cock pulse within me. His whole body tensed as he came, pushing deeper and deeper into me until he was spent.
In the mirror I saw our faces and chests, flushed from the activity, our breath coming out in quick pants. We might have made it in here without being noticed, but how could anyone not know if they saw us now?
Scott reached for me, pulling my gaze from the mirror and my lips back to his. His kiss wasn’t hungry and passionate like before; this time it was sweet, grateful, a thank you for all that we had shared. With deliberate slowness, he pulled out of my body and readjusted his clothing.
“You’ve ruined me, you know.” Even his whisper seemed loud as the post-coital bliss faded into paranoia.
I smiled up at him. “I’ve ruined you? I’m the one naked in an airplane bathroom.”
Scott lifted my dress, holding it open for me. “Just when I think you might actually leave, you do something like this. Something that shows me that even when I think I couldn’t love you more, couldn’t be more attracted to you, I can be.”
My cheeks heated as I worked the buttons of the dress. “You’re awfully sweet when you join the Mile High Club.” I rose my head to look him in the eye. “This was a first for you, right? I mean, it’s okay if it’s not, I—”
He silenced me with a kiss; a wet, drugging kiss that could have led to more, if we didn’t need to worry about rousing suspicions.
“Honey, I evaluate risk for a living. The only reason why I dared is because if I got caught, I’d be with my wife.”
I grinned up at him. “Yes, but who would bail us out if we get arrested?”
“Good point. I’ll go out first, make sure everything is fine.” He gave me one more quick kiss before opening the door and sliding out.
I locked the door behind him and cleaned myself up as best I could. Restroom romping had really done a number on my hair. A few minutes later I opened the door, half expecting a flight attendant to roll her eyes at me as I did the walk of shame down the aisle.
No one even bothered to
