A Mile High (4 page)

Anticipation and excitement filled me. Wetness
dampened my thong further at the suggestion he gave. “Have
you
ever joined the mile-high club, Sal?”

“No,” he murmured, voice husky and deep in my ear
again as a hand slipped up under my shirt, “…but I’d love to join it with you.”

I wholeheartedly agreed.

Chapter
Six

“So,” Sal said, voice faint in my ear from the cabin
pressure changing. “I suppose my first question should be to find out your
name, beautiful.”

“My friends call me Liv,” I answered, attempting to
fix my skirt down over my thighs a little more. It didn’t really work,
considering most of the fabric was bunched up under my backside in his lap.
“Can I sit back down yet?”

Sal chuckled. “Why, you ready for me to let you go
already?”

No
, my
insides wanted to scream. “Flying makes me really nervous.” It wasn’t a
complete lie. “And someone is going to catch us.”

He scoffed. “No one is going to catch us. The flight
isn’t that long to begin with, and the moment the cabin pressure changes when
we start leveling out, I’ll get you back into your seat. The only question is,
are you going to climb back into mine?” With strong hands holding me safely to
him in the large seat, lips pressed to my hair, and voice so sexy, there was no
way I was going to say no to this man and I knew it.

I’d heard stories before of friends who had sex on a
plane, sneaking off into that small, cramped bathroom for a quick fuck with whomever,
but that hadn’t ever appealed to me. Who wanted to have sex in a public
bathroom? Not me. This, though…this private little space with two plastic
partitions, a small, flat-screen television to block the noise, and a curtain
to close the outside off…maybe that was appealing to my more deviant side. A
side that I hadn’t had opened up in years.

“It’s hot, isn’t it?” he asked behind me. “Thinking
someone might hear me fucking you, that they might smell you on me when I
leave? Any moment the attendant might open up that curtain and ask if
everything is okay…see my cock sinking eight inches into your pussy when you
ride me? Yeah, so fucking hot. Tell me you want it, Liv.”

“Oh, God.”

He hummed low. “Mm hmm … and I could get you so deep
like this, too. Bet you could spread those legs of yours nice and wide when I
hold you up and then you’d feel me everywhere.”

I knew once the plane landed on the island, I
wouldn’t see this man again. There would be no one to know what I had done, no
one to scold me on my irresponsible, dangerous behavior, and no one to judge
me. All I would have were memories that weren’t likely to disappear for a long
while: something to keep in the back of my mind, for late-night sessions under
my own sheets.

Like strangers on a train, that’s what we were.

Sal’s hands released my waist as the plane began to
level off slowly. “Okay, you’ve got to get over in that seat of yours, girl.
She’ll be coming down the aisle anytime.”

Sure enough, the moment I had my skirt fixed and the
belt buckled, the rushed flight attendant from earlier passed by our cubby
without even blinking in our direction. The light above our heads was still lit
up, asking passengers to keep safety seated until otherwise directed, but the
small flat-screen television extended out from above the porthole window had
turned on. A choice in movie selections rolled across the screen as well as
several music stations.

“No porn,” Sal joked.

I shot him a look. “Shame.”

Not five minutes later, the seatbelt sign turned
off, a pilot’s voice echoing through the plane to announce the back bathroom
would be the only one available to use, and refreshments would be served in a
short while. Sal was on his feet before the pilot had finished, clicking open
the overhead compartment and grabbing the bag he’d placed up there earlier.

Taking a cellphone from the bag, he winked. “You’re
not going to tattle on me now, are you?”

Giving him a suggestive look, I decided to play
along with his teasing. “I was sure you had other plans.” That stopped him from
turning on the device as he looked back to me over his shoulder. Brown eyes
darkened as they travelled the length of my crossed legs down to the peep-toed
heels I tapped lightly to the floor. “At least…that’s the impression I got.
Didn’t realize you were a whole lot of talk and no real action.”

Sal turned sharply, a hand grabbing to pull the
curtain closed at the same time. The fabric hung nearly to the floor, with a good
half a foot or more open from the ground up, but unless someone was purposely
on their knees trying to look up under, there was no visibility, really. My
heart thudded a little harder in the confines of my chest, anticipation and
lust raging intensely though my system and rushing blood to my ears.

 
“Did you know
the weather advisory forecasted not a bit of turbulence for this flight?” he
asked, picking up the sign he pointed out earlier and hanging it outside the
curtain.

I swallowed my desire, legs rubbing together to
create the friction I wanted.
 
Then, the
click-clack of heels down the aisle had Sal’s upper body disappearing around
the curtain, giving me a fantastic view of his ass in those dark jeans.

“Yeah, she’s not feeling well. It might be whatever
your friend had. I hope she feels better soon, too. But uh, the lady in here,
she took a relaxer before the flight so she said she might just pass out and
asked me to close the curtain. We’ll be just fine, and I can always come find
you if I need something.” He paused, a foot tapping to the floor and I didn’t
hear the words behind the quiet murmur from the attendant. His polite charm,
and gentlemanly character was easy to trust, I noticed: The likeable guy,
trustworthy and true. I wondered if that was the real him, or just a mask he
had on for this situation. “…Yes, absolutely. Worry about the rest, we’re
perfectly okay in here. I’ll keep an eye on her while she sleeps.”

Sal turned slowly, ensuring the curtain stayed
closed to block me from view, a scandalous grin forming over his features as
his brow cocked in challenge. “Just fine,” he repeated gruffly, gaze traveling
my naked legs again.

My skin tingled at the dark lust roaming over his
features, not hidden a single bit behind the blatant stare he regarded me with.
A sudden eagerness to please him like he had me flooded my body. With a hand
held out, I stroked the crotch of his jeans where the clear impression of his
hard erection stood out prominently against the fabric. Long and thick under
the tips of my fingers, I had the strangest urge to taste him in my mouth, to
feel the soft skin of his cock encased by my lips.

Sal moved again, coming to stand in front of me. A
finger traced a line across my parted lips, his breathing shallow, ragged. “A
pretty fucking mouth, too,” he whispered. With his cock straining against his
pants and him above me, he was standing level to my mouth where I sat. I made
quick work of unbuttoning and unzipping those jeans, my hand slipping under his
boxers to find his shaft twitching in my palm. “What do you want, Liv?”

I smiled as someone cussed outside of the curtain,
asking loudly where the attendant was. A female snapped back with a sharp
response. Sal tapped a button on the television beside our seats and turned the
volume on low. Nimble, quick fingers snapped the button open on his jeans, the
zipper following suit. I swallowed, my mouth dampening with saliva, wanting to
feel the ridges of his cock sinking between my lips.

No, we weren’t about to be bothered anytime soon.

“I want to suck your cock.”

Chapter
Seven

Sal grunted low when my hand tightened to the shaft
of his cock, one finger rolling over the head to feel the drop of pre-cum that
had gathered. Running my palm over his length slowly, I reveled in the silky
feeling of his skin encasing the hot, hard length that throbbed under my touch.
Looking up through my eyelashes, Sal stared back, hands clenched at his sides
and waiting.

“Suck my cock, Liv. Right here, with those people
outside of that curtain who might catch you and see how beautiful you’ll look
doing it,” he muttered. So demanding and forceful, in a quiet, but sure tenor.
It made my hands tremble from the sound alone. Pulling the waistband of his
boxers down with my free hand, I freed his cock. Keeping my eyes locked with
his, I leaned forward and took the very tip between my lips, wetting and
tasting with my tongue that swirled in a circle over the head. Sal swallowed,
teeth clenching. “More.”

Hands weaved into my hair, grabbing tight as I
opened lips wider and allowed him to thrust into my mouth. The tip of his cock
hit the back of my throat, making muscles constrict and my eyes water. I
pressed against the front of his jeans with my palms, tightening my lips around
his thick shaft as he withdrew slowly, teeth scraping to what I knew had to be
sensitive skin.

“Oh, fucking hell,” he whispered low, voice sounding
almost pained as he thrust into my mouth once more. Thumbs rolled soothingly
over my cheeks, catching the stray tears that had fallen from the force of his
thrust. “Relax, Liv.” Breathing through my nose, I swallowed the saliva
gathering and sucked down his length once more.
 
“I want to fuck your mouth, baby. Let me fuck your mouth.”

Holding tight to my face, eyes looking down and
mouth opened in a silent moan, Sal’s head fell back as he started a slow rhythm,
fucking my mouth with his cock. Every vein in his shaft shuddered and pulsed as
he sunk deep into the hot heat of my lips that sheathed his steeled erection.
The salty taste of his pre-cum on the back of my tongue was heavy, bursting
taste buds with a flavor I hadn’t expected. His thighs twitched under my grasp,
legs shaking as his slow thrusts turned a little faster. The more I relaxed
under his motions, the better I knew it felt for him.

His voice, deep, quiet and full of aching want
echoed to my ears. “Good girl. Looks so good, me fucking your mouth like this.
God, your mouth. Sweet, so hot…soft…perfect.”

I couldn’t help but notice how my senses seemed so
much more aware than they had been before. The quiet murmurs from outside our
little cubby, the soft hums from the television beside our forms, and the
occasional patter of feet down the small outside aisle. No, not one of them had
a single clue what was happening behind the thin curtain, just feet away.

My adrenaline spiked at the thought, lust raging a
little higher as Sal slowed his movements, allowing me to take hold and suck
his cock at my own speed. I used one hand to wrap the bottom of his shaft,
noticing he was so thick my fingers couldn’t even encase his girth completely.
Stroking the lower part of his shaft, I dropped my mouth down his length fast,
sucking hard as I came back up and felt him tremble under my touch.

“Fuck, suck that cock…just like that.”

The words were barely above a whisper, strained and
tense, like he was just hanging on an edge and waiting to drop off. I slipped a
hand into his bunched-up boxers, tugging lightly on his ball sac, feeling him
twitch hard inside my mouth at the action. Sal jerked harder into my mouth,
hitting the back of my throat again, a sharp intake of breath as I cupped his
sac and tugged gently again.

“Stop…stop, Liv. Shit, you’ve…got to stop.” I pulled
back, releasing his cock from my mouth but still holding tight to the shaft
with my hand. Sal stroked the sides of my cheek, swiping at the saliva that
escaped to the corner of my lips. “That was great—really,
really
great—but I don’t want to finish in your mouth.”

His words sent a spark up through my spine and
straight to my brain, sizzling with desire and an ache so good it burned. It
only lasted for a second, though, before the sound of familiar heels clicking
down the aisle reminded me exactly where I was again. The thrill of fear shot
through my pulled taut nerves, eyes widening as Sal froze, stepping back and
dropping into his seat quickly, hands covering the boxers he had somehow
managed to pull back up again.

“Close your eyes,” he demanded in a quiet murmur.

I did just that, listening as the heels walked past
without stopping or hesitating as they went. I sighed heavily under my breath,
finally looking back at Sal who grinned from his seat, thick cock seated in the
palm of his large hand that stroked up and down the hard length languidly.

He made my body shiver just by looking back at me
through hooded eyes. Relaxed in his seat, feet braced to the floor and legs
spread, waiting, Sal was glorious. He didn’t seem the least bit fazed by the
attendant not far from our cubby, or the fact that the people in front of us
very well might have heard his sexy grunts as he fucked my mouth good and hard
like he wanted to. In fact, he was anything but … no nerves showing, no
hesitation in his actions as he caressed his own cock, waiting for me to make
the move we both knew I wanted.
 

Like sin in the flesh, that’s what he looked like.

Devilish.