In Flight (12 page)

“What are you doing?”
 
I asked, a little panicked at his intent.
 

“Shh,” he told me, and started kissing me again, his hands still pushing my skirt up impatiently.
 
“I need to do this.”

That didn’t make me feel reassured, but he stopped abruptly when his hands had shoved my skirt up far enough to bare my garters and the tops of my stockings.
 
He shoved the skirt higher roughly.
 

He cursed when he saw my lacy lime green thong.
 
“This is the type of panty you were wearing last night, too, wasn’t it?
 
But that one was blue.”

I just nodded, feeling a little disoriented.
 
“They’re the most comfortable underwear I’ve ever worn.
 
I can’t wear anything else, since I discovered them.”

“I fucking love them,” he told me, and it made me smile at him.
 

Then he surprised me again by kneeling in front of me in one fluid movement.
 
He handed me a cloth.
 
An old fashioned handkerchief, I observed
 
“Put that in your mouth and bite down.
 
Try not to make too much noise.”
 
I obeyed him without hesitating, my whole body vibrating in anticipation at what he was going to do.
 

 
“Grip my hair,” he told me.
 
My hands stroked through it hungrily.
 
It was perfect, of course, soft as silk, and so smooth and thick.
 
I saw all of the different shades of light brown and dark blond, highlighted by the sun shinning through the small window in the door of the plane just to our left.
 
People payed a fortune for highlights not half as beautiful as that shifting, golden color.
 

My mind went blank, my head suddenly falling back.
 
He had shoved my thong to the side and buried his face against me.
 

I was lost instantly in the shocking wash of sensation from his accomplished tongue lapping at the core of me with singleminded purpose.
 

His masterful fingers thrust into me, a finger stroking along just the perfect spot.
 
I whimpered into the cloth I was biting, not quite muffling the high-pitched noise.
 

Almost hurriedly, his tongue moved up to my clit.
 
He sucked at it, hard, and I came without warning.
 
I’d had no idea it could happen so fast, even with our earlier episode in the hotel bathroom.
 

He continued to nuzzle me, even when I went still after the powerful aftershocks subsided.
 
I felt his head pulling back, and looked down at him.
 
He propped his chin on the material of my skirt, just above my pelvis.
 

“One more,” he ordered, and went back to his exquisite ministrations.
 

I screamed into the cloth when I came that time, just as surprised by this orgasm as I was by the last one.
 
He’d brought it on even faster, as though his tongue had just found and pushed my orgasm button.
 
Or perhaps the last one had had me primed and ready.
 
I wasn’t experienced enough to know for sure.
 
I hadn’t known my body could be played like an instrument, until James had gotten his hands on me.
     

He lapped at me a few more times after my tremors had subsided.
 

“I could eat you all day,” he told me as he stood.
 
He pulled the handkerchief from my mouth, shoving it between my thighs to sop up the excess moisture.
 

“I love how wet you are,” he murmured, delving down to kiss me.
 
His tongue swept into my mouth, licking, and I was a little scandalized to realize that I was tasting myself in a way I’d never imagined.
 

I sucked on his tongue, and he groaned.
 
I knew he definitely liked that, and I sucked harder.
 

He didn’t kiss me long, pulling back to lift me down from the counter.
 
It didn’t seem to strain him at all to lift me.
 
I loved that, loved feeling small and feminine compared to his strength.
   

He shoved the dirty handkerchief into his pocket and started to straighten my clothes with an almost impersonal efficiency.

He was still pulling my skirt back down to my knees when Stephan burst through the curtain, looking baffled, and then shocked at what he saw.
 

It must have been obvious from James lowering my skirt that we had obviously been doing something much too intimate for the galley of an aircraft.

Stephan’s shocked eyes flew to my face.
 
Then he blushed like I’d never seen him blush before.
 

“Was that noise you?
 
That muffled scream?” he asked slowly.
 

I knew I turned just as pink as him, but I nodded.
 
No point in denying it.
 

Stephan was still bright pink as he gave James a censuring look.
 
“Really, James?
 
On a morning flight?
 
With a group of perverts just a few feet away?”
 

Apparently, Stephan was heaping the responsibility of this embarrassing episode squarely on Mr. Beautiful’s shoulders.
 

James looked a little shame-faced at the assessment.
 
It made him look almost boyish.
 
It was hard to reconcile that look with the James I knew.

I just blinked at them both, at a loss.
 
I had never been in anything even approaching a situation like this.

Stephan pointed in the general direction of James’s seat.
 
“I think you should go sit down now.”
 

James did so without so much as a word or a look.

CHAPTER TEN

Mr. Kinky

The rest of the flight went by in a kind of a blur for me.
 
We did the wine and cheese service, and I deliberately refrained from making any eye contact, knowing I would be mortified if they gave me strange looks.
 

I wanted to just pretend that no one had heard us in the galley, and that they certainly hadn’t taken the noises for what they actually were.
 
As long as I didn’t look at anyone directly, I could just keep trying to convince myself that that was the case.
 

I especially avoided looking at James as we served him.
 
I had pulled my cool composure around me like armor after our sordid scene, but I knew one look at him could undo all of that.
 

My side of the cart was lined up to serve him by a stroke of bad luck, so I quietly asked him what he’d like without ever looking directly at him.
 

He said he would take one slice of the brie and some grapes.
 
I set the small plate on his tray table, the sight that met me there stilling me for a long moment.
 

I noticed several things at once.
 

He had rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing tanned forearms, both presented wrist up as he affected a relaxed pose.
 
With the sunlight streaming through his window I could see faint white lines tracing thin scars around his wrists.
 
I was instantly curious about the marks, but
they
weren’t what caught my rapt attention at a glance.

He’d removed his tie, leaving his tanned throat and just a hint of his chest visible.
 
The sight of his smooth golden skin made me wild.
 
I felt deprived of it, especially with how little I’d gotten to see of it, considering all that we’d done to each other.
 

 
The sight of him like that was incredibly sexy, seeming to me almost too intimate for airplane attire.
 
That was ridiculous, of course.
 
There weren’t special rules against him showing any of his skin in public, just because it was so much finer than everyone else’s.
 

Yes, the sight of him like that turned me on acutely in an instant.
 
But that wasn’t what had stopped me in my tracks.
 
It was the object in his hand that did that.
 

His right hand lay on his knee, just beside his tray table, empty.
 
But his left hand lay across his tray table, as though displaying the object clutched in his hand like a trophy.
 

It was the handkerchief he had used on me in the galley.
 
His hand was fisting it reflexively, as though it relaxed him.
 

I made myself look away from him.
 
I didn’t look back again.
 

The thought occurred to me quite vividly that he was impossibly out of my league.
 
He was way too experienced.
 
And rich.
 
And kinky.
 
And I was just about as close to the polar opposite of all of that as a person could get.
 
The thought was sobering.
 

Somewhere along the way I had decided that I would have sex with him.
 
But I had to remember that it wasn’t going any further than that.
 
He obviously liked the pursuit.
 
I would give in.
 
He would fuck me for a few memorable days, if I was lucky, and then we would go our separate ways.
 
I certainly didn’t want anything more.
 

Relationships terrified me to my very core.
 
So what better candidate to rid me of my virginity?
 
At twenty-three, it was nothing but a burden.
 
I just hadn’t bothered to do anything about it before because no one had interested me enough to try to get past some of my hangups.
 

Masturbation and some rather sordid online porn had cured the rare urges I’d had.
 
And I’d certainly never felt this sort of all-consuming attraction before.
 

So I would do it.
 
I would have sex with him.
 
I would satisfy my curiosity, and then I would get back to my normal life.

I managed not to look at James again until we were taking our jump seats for landing.
 

He smiled at me when I did finally look at him.
 
It was an intimate smile, unlike any I’d ever been on the receiving end of.
 
I couldn’t find the will to smile back, or do anything but stare at him dumbly, trying not to look at the thing still clutched in his hand.
 

I didn’t come close to stifling the gasp that rushed out of me as he brought the handkerchief to his face, inhaling deeply, his eyes closing as though he were savoring the smell.

“What the hell?” Stephan muttered the question beside me.
 

I didn’t answer, not even sure if it was directed at me, or James.
 

I looked out the window hastily, blushing from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
 
Yes
, I thought to myself, a little stunned.
 
He is worlds out of my league, but I’m going to go through with this anyways
.

Somehow, over the course of the flight, I had managed to forget all about the near brawl that had almost happened over me.
 
Stephan’s announcement as we taxied to our gate was what reminded me of the tense event.
 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m going to need everyone to remain seated when we arrive at the gate.
 
Our plane is being met by law enforcement, so we’re going to need everyone to remain patient for just a few minutes.
 
I will make an announcement when it is okay to deplane.
 
Again, please stay in your seats when we pull up to the gate.”

Oh shit,
I thought, stunned.
 

I gave Stephan wide eyes.
 
“What did they do to get the royal treatment?” I asked him.
 
It seemed a little excessive to get the police involved over the little I had actually heard.

He shook his head.
 
“I’ll explain it all later.
 
James and I will have to talk to the police for their report, and perhaps anyone else in first class that’ll admit to hearing anything.
 
The flight paperwork is going to be a bitch, too.
 
But the stuff they were talking about was illegal, and I just think they need a report filed on them, in case they were really considering doing some of the stuff they were talking about.
 
It might have all just been some particularly huge jerks talking shit, but I wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t do all that I could to make sure they were discouraged from acting like that.
 
And worse-case scenario, if they really end up doing something horrible to some poor girl, this incident could help prosecute them later on.”

I just stared at him.
 
I really had been out of the loop.
 
“You are sooo gonna tell me what all happened back there.”
 

He nodded.
 
“Yeah, I will.
 
Later.”

It was a curiously drama-free deplaning after that.
 
Stephan consulted with the police while I answered the call buttons that started lighting up a few seconds before we arrived at the gate.
 

After a brief exchange, the men were escorted off, seeming to cooperate sedately with the two police officers who led them off.
 
James followed immediately behind them.
 
To give his side of the story, I assumed.
 
The couple seated directly behind him followed as well, and the two men who had been across the aisle from the first couple that departed.
 
For the same reason, I assumed.