Page 57 of Freak Show

The plane started to move, causing the cabin to become louder, and I used that time to grab her blanket and pull it over the top of both of us.

She pinched her tongue between her teeth, then snuck her hand underneath my own and palmed my erection.

“Awfully bold of you, darling,” I teased.

Her eyes twinkled as she said, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

I didn’t either. Not with her, and not with myself.

But I was going to milk it for all it was worth.

My cock throbbed against her hand, and unable to stop myself, I forced it to jerk in her hand, causing her to giggle.

The plane took off, slamming us against our seats, and I closed my eyes as pleasure coursed through me as she squeezed it tighter.

“Slone.” She turned her face and spoke directly in my ear.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“This mile high thing…are we actually a mile high?” she wondered.

I had no clue.

In fact, if I had to guess, I’d say it was more than a mile high when they got to altitude.

But I couldn’t articulate any of that because she’d slipped her fingers from over the top of my sweats, higher. Her hand smoothed over the waistband, then higher to just above it, right above my pubic bone.

“Do it,” I grated.

She slipped just the tip of her pinky finger underneath my waistband, then swept it side to side as far as her finger allowed across my pubic hair.

It wasn’t much.

Honestly, in the grand scheme of things it could’ve just been nonsexual…but my god. One would think she’d straight up stuck my dick in an electrical outlet with the way my cock jumped at the touch.

“Wow,” she breathed. “You moved the blanket.”

I allowed my head to fall back and huffed out a silent laugh.

Her hand moved lower, not quite to the root, but closer.

“Lower,” I rasped.

She snickered. “If I go any lower, I’ll touch something important, then I’d have to stop when the lady came around to turn your bed down.”

She had a point.

Stopping sounded like the worst thing in the world right now…but currently I was experiencing such intense need for her to touch me there that I felt like it was already the worst thing in the world.

“Ari…” I ground out, unable to stop the growl from entering my voice.

She leaned over and bit my neck, momentarily distracting me.

“If I didn’t know better, I would say that you were trying to torture me,” I muttered darkly.

My hips lifted, trying to get her to touch without forcing her hand farther down my pants.

“We have reached cruising altitude,” the captain came over the loudspeaker.

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