“Ooh, I would definitely describe you as ‘completely unbuckled,’” Jake said. “I like that.”
“I don’t—ahhh.”
“What was that?” Jake asked teasingly, grazing his fingers across my tender skin. My hips lifted involuntarily, as though my body was inviting him in.
“Nothing,” I said, darting an anxious glance to the back of the plane. “She won’t come back, will she?”
“Of course not,” Jake said. He thrust his fingers into me suddenly and I arched against his palm.
“Ohhhh.”
When he pulled his fingers out, my body ached.
“Please,” I moaned softly. “Please.”
“That’s a good girl,” Jake said again, this time with a bright look in his eyes. I let my hand drift down over his pants. He was huge, bulging out and rock hard under the fabric. When I pressed my fingertips to his shaft, it throbbed.
“I want you,” I whispered. “Please.”
Jake didn’t say anything, but he gripped my hips with his hands. He shifted me over and I opened my legs, straddling him. My fingers fumbled at his belt buckle.
“So beautiful,” Jake said, his hands weaving through my hair. He bunched his fist lightly and tugged. A light thrill ran through my nerves.
“There,” I said. The buckle was undone. I pulled the zipper down.
Jake eased back in his seat. All of a sudden, the seat began to move. I let out half of a high-pitched shriek before snapping my mouth shut.
“It’s an automatic recliner,” Jake said, pointing to the switch he’d been using to control it.
“I thought the plane was breaking,” I said, my heart still adjusting to reality.
“I know.” Jake pressed the switch, and the seat began to rise. Then he leaned it further back.
“Well, don’t use it now, we’re not even at cruising altitude. You’re not allowed!”
“I’m not allowed to lean back in my chair? Says the woman who’s completely out of her seat?”
“That’s it,” I said. “I’m going—“
“Oh no you’re not,” Jake said mischievously. He grabbed my hip as I was trying to escape, and he arched up, thrusting hard into me.
I gasped. White-hot star bursts of sensation exploded through my core outward. My body lunged forward instinctively, and I placed my hands on his chest to brace myself.
“You think that’s something? There’s a massage setting to this chair.”
“Ohh—“
Jake began to rock upward. I let him take me into his rhythm, slowly at first, then faster as we moved together. My dress was bunched up under my breasts. Jake had one hand cupping my breast, the other one guiding my ass as I bounced up and down.
“Don’t let the pilot hear us,” Jake whispered slyly, his breath coming in short bursts.
“You don’t think he can feel the plane rocking?”
“Ohh!”
He rolled his hips up and I shuddered, clenching around him. God, he felt amazing. His every thrust worked his swollen cock deeper and deeper into me. I let myself slide up and down, clenching against his rock hard shaft with my body.
More. I needed more.
“Please…” I said, letting my body rock down harder and harder as he moved faster and faster.
He rocked back in his seat, thrusting upward. Then I heard it.
Seriously? There was a massage setting?
Jake’s body began to thrum with a vibration that made me shudder above him. His taut muscles pressed firm against mine, transferring the waves through his body to my own. I could feel the ache inside me open up, raw and needy.
“God, yes.”
Faster and faster he thrust into me. His massive cock stretched me to the limit. Bucking hard atop him, I bit back an involuntary cry. I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t take any more of it. The plane’s roar and the vibration of the seat and Jake’s hands gripping me—
“YES!”
It was as though I was flying, really flying, and as the plane dipped I felt my whole body lift and then come down hard on Jake’s thick cock. The orgasm exploded through me.
“Ohh! Ohhh! OHHH!”
“Oh… fuck… yes!”
Jake’s voice was hoarse, low and hoarse with pleasure. His hands gripped me tight as he jerked up with one last thrust, pumping his hips hard into my body before letting his hands fall to his side.
He eased me back into my plane seat. Every muscle of mine was weak. As I saw how exposed he was, my self-consciousness kicked back in. My hands fluttered at my dress, pushing the hem down. Jake pulled the seatbelt over my lap and tightened it. Then he kissed me softly on the lips.
As he pulled away, I reached out and touched his exposed cock, the pink soft skin over the thickness of him. Jake smiled and tucked it back into his pants. He settled into his seat next to mine and leaned over.