Page 13 of Paradise

Grabbing my hand, he sets it on his lap before he leans over and presses his lips to mine roughly. I kiss him back, but after a heartbeat, he pulls away to get comfortable again.

“Watch the movie.”

I pout playfully but turn to look at the screen as he threads our fingers together.

Watching the opening credits, I use my free hand and rub up his chest, flat-palmed. When I reach the collar of his t-shirt, I go back to using my fingertips to caress along his skin. I go around the entire opening of his shirt, then up his neck to trace the vein there. He swallows hard when I stroke down his throat and then back up, but doesn’t stop me, so I continue.

I go around the other side of his neck, still watching the movie as I move upwards to the lobe of his ear. I draw the shape of his ear with my finger, then along the sharp angle of his jaw until I’m at his chin.

“Logan,” he says quietly, but I still don’t stop. I go around the other side of his jaw and do the same route backwards on the side parallel to before, ending at the top of his shirt.

“Logan,” he says again when my palm is running flat down his chest to his stomach.

“Yeah?” I ask, looking up at him to find his eyes already on me.

“You’re making me hard,” he whispers, then clenches his jaw.

I bite down on a smile, continuing to move my hand downwards until it’s underneath the blanket and I’m passing over his belly button. “I’m not even doing anything.”

He nods, flicking his eyes over my head for a moment before he looks back at me.

My fingers hit the waistband of his sweatpants, so I press down to slide beneath it until I have the tips of my fingers on his cock. He sucks in a breath, looking over my head once more. “Logan.”

Ignoring his concerned tone, I circle my hand to grip the thick length of him. “No one’s looking.”

I pump my hand once, down his shaft to the base and back up again.

He groans. “We should go to the bathroom.”

I challenge him with a lifted brow, and his dick twitches in my palm, so I do the same motion again. “Watch the movie, Carson.”

He swallows hard, but nods and returns his attention to the TV, but flexes his hips to try to fuck my hand. I stare at his face as I pull my hand from him, then I lick across my palm before slipping back under the waistband of his pants. His face morphs into pleasured bliss when I jerk him again, tight and fast, with my fist underneath the blankets.

Sliding my thumb along the head of his cock, I gather the precum he’s leaking to rub it along his shaft. As I start to fuck him with my hand again, I lean forward to kiss his jaw. “Does that feel good?”

He nods, his mouth dropping open as he tries to keep his composure, staring at the TV mindlessly.

I stroke him faster, licking along his jaw until I reach the lobe of his ear. “I want you to fuck me right here, Carson, for all these people to see.”

His chest heaves, and he moans softly while flexing his hips forward. “Logan.”

I squeeze his dick. “Yeah?”

He looks down at me, whispering sharply, “If you don’t want me to make a scene, you need to get up and go to the bathroomrightfuckingnow.”

I grin, running my hand along his length one more time before I press a kiss to his lips. It only takes a moment for the somewhat innocent peck to heat up, but then his hand threads into my hair, and he pulls my head back roughly. “Go.”

I remove my hand from his pants, then throw the blanket off before I stand up. Shuffling past a sleeping Levi, who’s curled up in his seat like a baby, I walk slowly and quietly to the bathroom at the front of the plane.

Most of the people I pass are enthralled in movies, or sleeping, so the bathroom is vacant when I get there. I open the door and close it behind me, but don’t lock it. As I look at myself in the little mirror hanging over the sink, I find my cheeks flushed and my hair a mess. I run my fingers through my hair, then walk the two feet to the opposite wall and put my back to it as I wait for Carson.

My core is throbbing, and my panties are drenched, when he finally pushes through the door. He locks it behind him, then turns to look at me, his jaw clenched, but he doesn’t say anything.

My chest fills with need as my stomach swirls with butterflies at the hunger in his eyes, and then he lunges for me. Slamming his mouth to mine, he reaches between us and rips my sweatpants down my thighs until they’re at my knees. I shuffle my legs until they fall to the floor, then I step out of them and kick them aside. He releases my mouth, pulling his pants down enough to free himself before he yanks my panties down and off, shockingly not ripping them in his haste. Grabbing my ass, he lifts me, slamming my back against the wall again, making me moan.

Then he sinks inside of me in one thrust until he bottoms out.

“Fuck.” His forehead falls to the wall behind me, and he starts thrusting, holding me up with his strong hands and using the wall to keep us both upright.

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