He lifts my leg up, wrapping it around his waist, and grabs his cock with his other hand, lining up the head of it at my center. Sliding it in slowly, my body tenses as I accommodate to his size. I moan at the fullness while he stops to give me time to adjust before he begins thrusting in and out.
“Oh, God!” I cry out into his shoulder, trying to keep my voice low but failing miserably.
“If you can’t be quiet, Princess, I will gag you with your shredded panties.”
He places the pad of his thumb over my clit and rubs it vigorously as he pumps into me faster. The scream builds in my throat and right when I think I can’t hold it back any longer, he captures my mouth with his, swallowing all my sounds.
A rap on the door has me freezing, but only spurs him on. “Be out in a minute,” he calls out with a grunt.
“A minute?” I whisper as I feel a fluttering in my stomach, signaling I’m close.
“Oh baby, I’m close. Once you come, I’m exploding inside of you.”
True to his word, not even a minute later, my orgasm hits like a tidal wave, threatening to drown me. When my pussy clamps down around his cock, ropes of hot cum fill me up.
I collapse into his arms as we both ride out our release, breathing hard as we try to catch our breath. When we’re both done, he lowers my leg and pulls his cock out, leaving me feeling empty.
Using my ripped panties, he cleans me a little before balling them up and placing them in his pocket.
“I think I’ll keep these to remember you by. Now, head back to your seat. I’ll meet you there in a minute.”
Sliding past him, somehow just now realizing how small the bathroom is, I roll off some toilet paper and wipe my legs, making sure to remove all traces of our encounter.
Looking in the mirror, I see a thoroughly fucked woman staring back at me. I run my fingers through my hair, smoothing it down the best I can. He laughs, but I don’t care as we once again maneuver around each other in the tight space.
Taking hold of the knob and turning it, I walk out and keep my eyes on the ground, not wanting to look at the stewardess who is standing there with her arms crossed across her chest, tapping her foot on the ground, like a teacher scolding their pupil.
“Sorry,” I mumble sheepishly, as my face heats. Before she can say anything, I scurry off down the aisle to my seat.
I feel everyone’s eyes on me, like they all know what I’ve just done in the bathroom. Shaking those thoughts away, I keep going. It’s only when I go to sit that I remember I have no underwear. Damn him.
A couple of minutes later, Elias comes strutting down the aisle like a prized horse at a fair, sliding past me to his seat. Leaning into me, he places his mouth right by my ear and whispers, “Thanks for the mile high fun, Veronica, and the panties. They’ll be used as part of my spank bank.”
Fuck me! The only saving grace is that when this man brags to his friends about the girl he banged on the plane, it will always be Veronica. No one will ever think we are one and the same. We sit there in silence, him with a smug ass grin on his face and me burning with embarrassment. I can’t believe I just did that.
Needing to take my mind off of it, I bend over and search through my bag, pulling out my book. I've recently been reading smutty romance, and it’s become an addiction. Right now, I’m caught up in this lacrosse romance where the main girl pretends to be a guy so she can get on the team.
Every time he leans in over my shoulder to take a peek at what I’m reading, I shift my book so he can’t.
“Come on, Veronica, I want to read and get cultured too,” he whines, causing me to just shake my head.
Really? He wants to keep talking? I really thought he was the hit it and quit it type of guy.
He finally gives up, shifting his gaze to the window, staring out of it aimlessly. I know because I sneak glances at him out of the corner of my eye.
He really is gorgeous. But there’s something that I’m just noticing now that seems oddly familiar. Is it the profile of his face, the dimple on his cheek when he smiles? Shaking it off, I go back to reading.
The plane begins its descent, and the stewardess starts her spiel. I can finally be on my way to my mom, attend her wedding, and get back home. I love her, but she can be so overbearing sometimes. ‘Selena, it’s time you settled down, got married, and had me some grandbabies. You know you’re not getting any younger, and soon all the good men will be snatched up.’ She just doesn’t know when to give it a rest. I already live with the guilt and loss of my father, knowing he will never walk me down the aisle, or be there to bounce his grandkids on his knee as he tells them stories of me as a child.
A tear slides down my cheek and I hastily reach up to wipe it away, but not before he notices.
“Veronica, are you okay?” His concern causes my heart to melt a little.
“Yeah, just thinking of my dad. He passed away a couple of years ago,” I tell him softly, my voice cracking. Every time I talk about him, it ends with tears.
“I understand. My mom passed away about six years ago from cancer. We thought she could beat anything. She fought it twice, but it kept coming back with a vengeance, finally winning. We were there with her until the moment she took her last breath. There’s not a day I don’t think about her or want to pick up the phone and call her. So I won’t tell you that the hurt goes away. You just learn to deal with it a little better. The breakdown and tears become less, but never go away.” He smiles gently, his eyes holding so much compassion.
God, could this man be more perfect? He knows exactly what to say to console you, and can fuck like a god. Too bad I won’t see him again after today. It’s for the best, though. I have no clue where he’s from and I always self-sabotage relationships, anyway. Especially the good ones. I’ve never been able to accept that good shit can happen, always waiting for the next shoe to drop that’ll throw me for a loop. So I learned to be the one to drop it first. That way, I never get hurt. I’m just alone a lot. Maybe that’s why I did the random hookup last night and today.