Page 61 of Losing Forever
I swallow, excited and nervous at the same time. These emotions are old but new. BB. Braylee Before. I used to feel them when I went to parties, met up with a guy I liked, or wore a sexy new dress. But never this intensely.
Grayson slides his hand up my jeans to my crotch and rubs.
I bite my lip to stop a moan.
“I can always make you come right here in this seat.”
“You wouldn't.”
“All I can think about is touching you and being inside you, pumping as your hot, wet, little pussy squeezes me just right.”
Grayson is so much dirtier than I imagined. I must be just as dirty because now, I really have to change my panties. Skin hot, my body aching with want, I jump up and scramble to the bathroom.
The old man comes out of the stall the moment I approach. I glance back at Grayson. His gaze is on me, his eyes promising sexual fantasies.
I lock myself inside and start cleaning off the surfaces with soap, water, and paper towels. I don't know how you have sex in an airplane bathroom, but I know germs lurk everywhere.
Three taps sound on the door.
Will both of us even fit in the small stall?
I move back and let Grayson in. He squeezes through the small door, closing and locking us inside. We're cramped. He's too big for the space by himself. With me in here, it's hard to move at all. “I knew it. We don’t fit.”
“Oh, we fit. Come here.” He pulls me against him and turns us so he's by the toilet.
“I cleaned as best as I could.”
“You cleaned?”
“Yeah. Bathrooms are dirty.”
“You know what else is dirty?” He taps my temple. “That kinky mind of yours.”
He takes a cloth napkin from his pocket then uses it to cover the sink and counter.
Oh. Smart.
Then he takes the hem of my V-neck tee and pulls it over my head, keeping the sleeves in place so the shirt is in back, my arms pinned to my sides.
“What are you doing? You’re ruining my shirt.”
“I’ll buy you a new one.” He slides the cotton material to my elbows, securing my arms even more.
I try wiggling free, to no avail. “Grayson, I'm stuck.”
A slow grin spreads across his face. “You're exactly how I want you.”
Is this him tying me up? I try to move my arms again and free myself.
“Don't even think about it. Besides, this was your idea.”
“No, it wasn't. I was just talking.”
“And panting.”
Yeah. I was doing a lot of that.
He takes my cheeks in a firm hold and tilts my head back. His lips seal over mine, his tongue diving in and turning me on more with each stroke and lick.
