Page 19 of Waiting for It

He dipped his fingers under the waistband of my pants. I had to slide down in my seat, to give him better access, and it was still a tight fit.

But Chase’s fingers were long and slender, making it easier for him to glide them under my panties.

I was so turned on, when he neared my clit I arched into his touch. I glanced sideways, to find him watching me again. Still? Everything we were doing was hidden by my tray table.

He teased over my clit, sending a shudder through me with each pass. When he focused his attention on the swollen button, I dug my fingers into his arm, needing something to hold onto.

He stroked and circled and nudged me toward orgasm. I bit the inside of my cheek when I came, my ass rising out of my seat.

I dropped back with a breathless gasp, as Chase pulled away.

He sucked his fingers clean, one at a time.

God, this was hot. Had anyone seen us? I risked a glance around. As far as I could tell, no one was paying attention.

“Peaches. My favorite,” Chase said.

Luke made a similar comment the other night. Was pussy tasting like peaches some sort of guy-thing I wasn’t familiar with?

Getting away with getting off sent boldness through me. “When do I get to return the favor?” I asked. Terror mingled with the hope that he’d ask me to pay him back now.

“There’s no favor to return.” He was genuine. “This isn’t tit for tat. I just wanted to see you come.”

“Verdict?”

“Better than any fantasy.” He smirked and tangled his fingers with mine.

My brain was going to be a chaotic wreck from here to eternity if he kept this up.

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