Rm w/a Vu(122)

“Wait a minute.” I pause and watch as he turns back to look at me. “Are you telling me you’ve never…?”

“It’s an airplane, Juliette,” he says as if that’s reason enough to not have sex on it.

“Yeah, and?” I counter, feeling pretty satisfied in myself for suggesting something even he’s never done. Suddenly empowered, I stand up and begin to exit our row, facing him and putting his face directly in line with my lower half. “New experiences, remember?”

Before heading to the washroom, I lean down and kiss his cheek, lingering long enough to whisper in his ear. “I’ll wait five minutes. If you don’t show up, that’s fine. We can wait until we’re in Whistler. I just thought this could be fun.”

I head to the washroom and close the door before checking my watch. My heart pounds as I attempt to pace around the tiny space, and the longer I wait—even though it’s only been less than a minute, I begin to wonder if I should abort this mission before Greyston has a chance to decide. It’s pretty risky, after all, and as I take a look around, I can tell that this will probably be pretty diff—

A light knock on the door jars me from my apprehension, and before I can open it a crack to see who it is, the door quickly opens and Greyston joins me in the tight space. The look in his eyes is absolutely wild with desire. He doesn’t allow me the opportunity to say anything before he flips the lock on the door and pulls me into his arms, crushing his lips to mine as he backs me against the countertop.

Any thoughts I previously had about this maybe being one of my worst ideas I’ve ever had immediately dissipate when he palms my ass and lifts me onto the counter. My hands work furiously to unbutton his shirt as his tongue sweeps over my lower lip, and I moan softly, pushing the shirt down his shoulders a little because I know that we don’t have the luxury—or the time—to get completely naked here. I let my hands roam freely over his muscular chest before moving down to his belt. As I undo it and his jeans, he slides his hands up my thighs and grips the thin sides of my thong. Slowly, he slides it as far down as he can before he has to take a step back to remove them entirely, and I open my eyes just in time to see him slip the scrap of fabric into his pocket.

He smirks devilishly. “Figured I needed some kind of souvenir to mark our initiation.”

“Smart man,” I tell him, reaching out and grabbing his open belt. “Now get back here.”

Not wasting another minute, Greyston steps forward, and my legs part, forcing my skirt a few inches up my thighs. I can feel the bulge of his erection behind his jeans when he presses against me, and I work quickly to undo his pants.

Warmth rolls over me as his strong hands move up the outside of my thighs, and I release a soft moan when he curls his fingers and drags his nails back down them lightly. I’m just about to beg him to fuck me when, out of nowhere, the plane rocks. My hands fly out to support myself against either wall, while Greyston’s hands clamp down on my legs. We both laugh nervously. Thankfully, it passes soon enough, and we quickly resume our heated make-out session.

He struggles a minute to push my skirt a little farther up, so I lift myself up to assist him, and his hands take the opportunity to roam over my ass, freezing the instant he grazes the naked flesh between my legs. I hold my breath and wait for his reaction; I had been so caught up in the sensation of his hands on me—and just how delightfully bad we were being—that I forgot about my last minute decision at the mall yesterday. He drops his eyes and takes a very small step away, his back hitting the wall as his right hand moves up over my thigh and between my legs to explore the newly bare flesh there.

“What did you do?”

Based on his question alone, I suddenly find myself a little nervous that he doesn’t like it, but as his hand continues to move back and forth, his fingers slipping between my folds and gliding with ease over my sensitive flesh, I’m reassured. “Do you like it?” I ask him, breathing heavily as he eases his fingers into me with a guttural groan and lowers his lips to my neck. I throw my arms around his shoulders, holding him in place, and rock my hips against his hand. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

His free hand comes up and lifts my shirt, tugging the cup of my bra aside so he can palm my breast. “Greyston,” I gasp when he curls his fingers inside of me and finds that hidden spot that pushes me closer to the edge of release. Needing more, I slip my hands between us again and push his pants down over his ass, carefully working them over his erection. I dig the condom from the pocket of my skirt and hand it to him.