Page 26 of Out of Luck in the Outback

Whyaremensodamn sexy when they look down at you, don’t blink, and undo their belts? That look. I know what he’s going to do to me, and my panties are toast.

“Did you wear this dress for me today, Calvert?”

“No,” I moan, inhaling deeply, only to get a nose full of Maddox’s scent. Sweat. Expensive shaving cream he used that morning. “I didn’t know I’d see you when I dressed. I thought I’d never see you again.”

“That would have been terrible.”

My legs are up, my panties unceremoniously moved aside, and his pants are down to his thighs before I know what’s happening. He thrusts into me hard, so hard that I grip the cabinet above the toilet. Maddox and I both ignore the spare toilet paper rolls and tampons that rain down onto us, rolling across the small bathroom as he grips my ass and pulls me to him.

Push and pull. Push and pull. He rocks into me hard against the wall, and the movement of the plane combines with his thrusts to lull me into relaxation like I’m being rocked to sleep.

Not that I could sleep with the pleasure moving up my stomach and down my legs. “Did you really think I could leave you without saying goodbye?” he asks, his voice low and husky against my neck. “Did you think I would let you walk away from me?”

“I didn’t want you to,” I whisper.

“I swore to myself I was going to tell you how I feel at least once.”

“H-how do you feel about me?”

“I adore you. It’s only been a few days, but you mean the world to me, Calvert.”

I snake my arms around his neck and feel the heat of him through his t-shirt. Wrapping my leg around his naked waist and putting the other on the toilet seat, I hope he doesn’t drop me. Even if he does, I’m enjoying the leverage on my clit so much that I’d keep going if he dropped me, even if I broke my leg.

I grind against him just right and bite his neck at the sensation creeping from my clit to every limb of my body. “Maddox,” I whisper as he speeds up his rhythm. When I pull back, his eyes are closed, and his mouth opens as if he wants to say something. The tips of his ears are red, and his stomach tightens against mine.

I’m utterly fucked and destroyed over this man.

I bring my hand to my ready clit and run two fingers between us in a circular motion. “Fuck, baby,” he moans. “You going to come on me right here on this airplane?”

“Yes,” I whimper into his chest, throwing my head forward.

He lets me whimper and moan into his t-shirt, and he balls up a small amount of fabric right above his armpit and moves it into my mouth like a gag. “Shh, sweetheart. Bite down on this when you get off. Can’t have you interrupting the in-flight movie.”

Normally, I’d fight such a sexist and depraved action like shoving clothing into my mouth to keep me quiet, but it’s the filthiest and most arousing thing I’ve ever done. I gladly shove his t-shirt halfway into my mouth and moan around it, getting it wet with my saliva and not caring in the least as my orgasm pulses through every body part. My toes curl in my sandals, and my fingers flex under his shirt and into his back. He hisses as my nails nick his skin, but he bites his lip through it, probably savoring the pain.

He speeds up as soon as I come down from my orgasm, my leg still trembling around his waist. When he throws his head back, I kiss across his throat.

He follows me over the edge, and I watch his face as he comes. There’s no outlandish face made or violent cussing. His face reddens as his cock twitches inside of me, like he’s holding his breath, and he closes those beautiful gray eyes as a growl comes from his chest.

Perfect timing.

The doorhandle jiggles behind us, and Maddox’s eyes open wide. “Occupied. Uh, you do not want to come in here! I had some bad seafood,” he yells, still looking at me and smiling. He presses his forehead to mine as I stifle a giggle and place a kiss on his swollen lips.

We look at each other for minutes as more people try the door handle and are turned away from wanting to ever enter this room. Eventually, Maddox pulls out of me, and we both sigh a little, hating the break in contact. My legs tremble as I put them on the floor, and Maddox holds my arm as I get my bearings.

“Someday, Calvert…” he mutters, his eyes still hooded and his cheeks still pink. He places his cheek next to mine, so I feel the vibration as his stubble moves with his words. “One of these days I’ll fuck the hell out of you in a proper bed and not a lavatory or rented sleeping bag.”

“When will that be?”

“How’s later today?”

“What’s today?” I ask, leaning my head back against the towel dispenser and reaching up to grab a towel to clean the wetness from my thighs.

“Tuesday.”

“So, Wednesday?”

“Nah, baby. It’ll still be Tuesday when we land,” he says, kissing me on the cheek and buckling his belt. “But I’ll fuck you into Wednesday if you ask real nice.”

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