Authors: Bethany-Kris
Sal chuckled, drawing my attention back to the lips
touching down to his glass again before he swallowed and said, “Nice people,
clean ocean air, quiet time, and beautiful countryside.”
I bit the corner of my lip. That actually sounded
pretty nice, and certainly like something I could use to relax and forget about
my life for a week. “You’ve spent some time there, I assume?” I asked.
Sal nodded, stretching his long legs out into the
large space between our seats and hooking his booted ankles together. “It’s where
I grew up, and for the most part, still call home. I was just in Maine visiting
an old friend. Something unexpected called me back sooner than I anticipated.”
My sound of understanding didn’t escape his notice
as he shot me a look. “Your accent—I noticed, but wasn’t sure where it was
from.”
“Ah.” He laughed deeply, broad chest rocking from
the action and drawing my attention in again. The saliva gathering on my tongue
was swallowed back as I cleared my throat and forced myself to look away.
“Sometimes I can hide it well enough, but usually I don’t care to. You’ll hear
a lot thicker ones than mine, I promise you that. We have some funny words and
phrases for things. Confuses people.”
I couldn’t help myself. I wanted this man to keep
speaking. “Like what exactly?”
He hummed low under his breath, looking up and
taking his time to think. “How about…
lassy
?”
My brow furrowed. That wasn’t confusing at all. “A
woman, you mean? Look at that pretty lassie, kind of thing?”
“Nope. Not even close.” He grinned at me and I felt
myself giving him the same expression back. “Like molasses, girl.
Lassy
.”
I laughed. “All right, give me another.”
Sal contemplated for another moment, placing his
empty glass to the attached table beside his seat. Arms crossed over that broad
chest, arms flexing and muscles straining beneath the thin t-shirt. He shifted
in his seat, the dark wash jeans he wore showcasing the thick bands hidden
under that fabric as well. I had a feeling this man was no stranger to hard
work. I couldn’t help but watch his movements, thoroughly enjoying the show in
front of me and thanking whatever gods had decided to be my friends for the day
that this was the flight I had somehow managed to get put on instead of some
other one with less likeable, or good-looking, characters.
Screw Barbados, this Newfoundland islander was
better looking than anything I could have met there. And I had a few hours of
him as my first-class partner, too.
The plane had already begun its taxi to the runway,
the two flight attendants at either ends of the plane talking over the speakers
and giving the usual safety precautions and rundown. I blocked their droning
out as Sal still sat silent, leaning over the side of his seat to look down the
aisle at the woman who looked like Barbie in the flesh. Jealousy raged a war
through my blood. There was no way in hell that woman looked better than I did.
I cleared my throat again to get his attention.
Giving me a sideways glance, he nodded at the flight attendant ten feet away.
“Shit-picky.”
Wine choked in my lungs. “Excuse me?”
“That attendant up front, that’s how she looks.
Shit-picky.”
Unhinged giggles were muffled by my hand. “Does that
mean like a plastic doll or something, because…” Trailing off, I snorted and
shrugged, “…yeah, that’s the impression I got.”
He looked confused. “No, she’s turning green up
there, like she isn’t well or whatever.”
Wondering what in the heck he was talking about, I
turned around in my seat to look as well, but the plastic partition behind my
seat meant for privacy blocked my view. Leaning over my seat to look down the
aisle, I could plainly see the flight attendant from earlier was indeed turning
a sickly shade, and the more she spoke, the worse she looked.
“I think she’s…” I didn’t get to finish my sentence
before the woman ripped off her headphones and disappeared behind the curtain
that led to the front section of the plane. “…Sick,” I finished lamely. “Damn
it, now we’re going to have to return back to the airport. This day couldn’t
get any worse, I swear.” Sitting back in my seat, I unbuckled the belt just as
the flight attendant who had been in the coach section rushed by our seats. “And
I need to use the bathroom.”
“Doubt it,” Sal put in quietly. “Pilot’s all ready
to go, we’re away from the gates, and there’s another plane bussing in to take
off behind us right now, probably. We’re taking off. Her friend will likely
give her some Gravol, set her up in their little section there, and we’ll be on
our way.”
A quick, vague apology sounded over the plane’s
announcement system, informing the passengers it would be another minute before
takeoff. Given I had a bit of time to do whatever, I decided to use the
bathroom. Excusing myself from our comfortable little cubby, I made my way
through to the back of the plane, ignoring the questioning gazes of other
passengers in coach who were likely wondering what had happened up in first class.
In the panic-worthy, small as hell bathroom, I
washed my face and hands, checking my face out in the mirror as a ding sounded
above me. I looked up to see the seatbelt sign had appeared just as the pilot’s
voice sounded over the speakers, asking everyone to buckle up and ready for
takeoff.
Making my way back to my seat as quickly as
possible, I had just moved in to sit down—Sal drawing in his stretched out legs
to let me through—as the plane jerked forward. I yelped under my breath, trying
to catch myself but between the black, peep-toe pumps with a four-inch heel on
my feet, and the sudden movement, I ended up on something warm…and hard. Something
that breathed, chuckled, and touched me.
Sal.
My brown hair created a curtain over my face.
Huffing a breath and blowing strands out of my line of vision, Sal laughed in
my ear, rocking both our bodies. I felt his hands skim above my knees where the
flimsy material of the skirt I wore had risen up. Gooseflesh pebbled at the
motion and I tried hard not to shiver when fingers grasped tightly to my legs.
“You okay?” he murmured. “Because I think you’re
just fine.”
I nodded, trying really hard not to be embarrassed. I
didn’t want to show how turned on I was by his palms to my flesh and the
suggestive tone to his words. “Yeah, just surprised. I’m so—”
“Don’t be,” he interrupted, voice turning huskier
than I expected. “Unless you plan on moving, that is.”
Teeth cut into my bottom lip as I fought the urge to
exhale harshly. “I have to. We’re just about to take off, right?”
The dismissive sound he made under his breath didn’t
help the lust raging through my senses. Those warm hands of his skimmed a
little higher under my dress, making me groan quietly, grinding my backside
shamelessly against his jeans when he whispered, “You ever join the mile-high
club?”
Chapter
Five
“No.” I didn’t recognize the sound of my own voice.
Turned on, breathy, and lost in want and need. Damn, it made me hotter just
hearing it. “Never.”
I felt him smile against the back of my neck. “You wet
thinking about it? Fuck, I’d love to find out. Pretty little thing like you…” He
trailed off, whistling too low for anyone else to hear. I looked off to the
side of our partition, seeing no one else in front of us seemed to notice
anything unusual and the section like ours across from us was empty anyway.
Sal’s hands drove higher again, finding the black thong I wore damp from
arousal.
“You want?” he asked. In a hazy, lust-induced
desire, I nodded. A single finger slipped under the fabric and sank knuckle-deep
into my pussy, curling hard with the thrust against my sensitive walls. The
hand grabbing my thigh released at the same time, reaching up to cover my mouth
just before I whined low at the sensation that coursed through my hot center. “Shh,”
he soothed, finger pulling out only to drive right back up inside my clenching,
wet channel again. “And you’re waxed. I bet you’ve got a pretty little pussy,
too, don’t you?”
Air caught in my throat. I couldn’t speak from the
hand covering my mouth to answer, not to mention the other one working fast
between my legs, a second finger slipping in through slick folds to pump a fast
rhythm that drove me insane. I swallowed convulsively, shuddering when his
digits hit a sensitive, fleshy spot against my walls that made me ache in the
best way.
“Good God,” he whispered against my ear. “I wish you
could feel the inside of you, girl. So fucking hot, like a damned fire. And
soft…hmm, so wet. You’re tight like a vise on my fingers, soakin’ them. I bet
you’re going to cum so hard for me, aren’t you?”
The thick length of his hard erection pressed to my
backside drove my lust a little higher. When he grinded against me, matching
the rhythm he’d set to the thrusts inside my pussy, I moaned quietly against
the palm of his hand. Sal moved, looking around my shoulder out the side of the
aisle before sitting back, pressing tighter against my mouth with his hand, and
curling those fingers of his hard and deep inside my clenching sex.
Wetter than I’d ever been, his fingers slipped in
and out of my center at a pace that burned in the best way. His thumb swept
over my swollen clit once, then twice before pressing hard to the straining
bundle of nerves that ached for release.
No, nothing had ever felt quite so good. His fingers
fucking me made me near delirious. I could feel a damp sweat beginning to form
on the back of my neck the closer I came to my precipice, arousal fluid wetting
my thighs with every movement of his hand between my thighs.
“You’ve got to cum. The plane’s moving. Come on,
girl—show me how well you can fuck my fingers and let it go.”
His voice, so deep and throaty in my ear was an
endorphin like no other. A third finger pushed into my pussy, driving hard with
the other two and curling with every thrust against the spot that was making me
shake on his lap. I matched his pace with the movement of my own hips, driving
his fingers deeper into my wet sex that was throbbing with the need to cum.
“Fuck yeah, just like that,” Sal growled in my ear. “How
does that feel? You’re making my hand so wet. I’m going to smell like your
pussy for days, baby.”
My hips rocked into his hand, muscles clamping down
and thighs closing around his arm as I panted through an orgasm so strong my
heart stuttered and air rushed my lungs. Bliss washed my senses in waves of
pleasure-filled jolts. There was no vibrator in the world that could compete
with the orgasm he’d created for me in a quick minute.
With wide eyes, I felt the momentum of the plane
push me back into Sal’s arms. He laughed deeply as the plane began to lift and
my ears filled with pressure. “Goddamn, beautiful,” he told me. “Next time I
want to see your face when you shake so nicely like that.”
“The plane is taking off!”
“Shh,” he hushed. “I got you. We’ll get you sitting
back down before we reach cruising level, hmm?”
Terrified that someone had seen or heard what
happened, I was quick to check the partitions to make absolutely sure there
were no cracks or holes for someone to look through. Then, I once again leaned
slightly into the aisle only to find everyone in first-class seats with either
their heads turned forward, or some tilted down, already fast asleep.
“Oh my God,” I whispered.
“Just Sal.”
I cursed low under my breath. While I was worried
about the people surrounding us, I was filled with adrenaline, too. The very
thought of possibly being caught in such a way had the blood rushing to my ears
as I swallowed again. Deviant, that’s what it was. Sinful, sexy, and so
freaking hot. I was even more turned on than before, and I couldn’t manage to
pull an ounce of shame or embarrassment out of myself for my behavior.
“Really good start to my vacation,” I said, giggling
and shaking my head in disbelief.
Sal’s lips pressed to my neck again, making me sigh
as I settled into his arms wrapping my waist. “You want to make it better?”
“I’d rather it didn’t get worse again,” I replied,
frowning as my ears filled even more and hoping to God they wouldn’t pop.
Sal pointed at the entrance to our cubby. “See that
right there?”
I looked at the curtain he was motioning at. “Yeah,
so?”
“Covers us from sight. Once we’re at cruising, and
so long as there isn’t any turbulence, we can keep that closed.” He leaned
forward, grabbing a small piece of paper that looked like a Do-Not-Disturb sign
from the pocket on the side of my seat. “We put this on the small hook on the
outside of that curtain, and the one attendant won’t bother us at all. Probably
won’t even come around during dinner if we keep it up. You know why?”
I shrugged, not really having a clue. “I bet you’ll
tell me, though.”
“Because there’s only one,” he answered, sounding
smug. “That other one is sick, so there’ll only be one to handle the whole
plane. She isn’t going to be bothering people who don’t want to be bothered,
you understand?”