2. Luke
TWO
luke
O livia’s tongue flicked out across her lower lip, wetting it. My eyes couldn’t help but trace the movement.
Goddamn, my girl was good enough to eat. And fuck, if I didn’t love eating her.
You’re on a fucking plane, Luke; get your shit together.
I ripped my attention away from the sweet little angel next to me, who was just begging to be devoured. A movie played on her tablet as she did her best attempt to ignore me. My cock twitched in the confines of my jeans, aching to be buried inside of her.
No one occupied the seat next to us and we were seated in the second to last row at the very back of the plane. A quick scan told me everyone was either watching something on their devices, reading, or sleeping. I flicked my gaze back to Olivia.
I hadn’t told her I loved her yet, and damn, if I wasn’t tempted to. So, I did my best to show her. With every stroke of my dick in her sweet, little pussy; I hope she felt all my love for her .
My hand slid over her warm thigh, rubbing it softly. She peeked up at me from under her lashes before returning her attention back to her screen. Barely visible, a shiver ran up her spine, and her leg briefly tensed under my grip. My fingers slowly trailed their way upward, snaking to her heated core, and dipping into the apex of her thighs above her leggings.
Olivia was a damn good actress. She didn't even move. Just bit her lip ever so slightly, driving me fucking crazy.
I lazily stroked circles into her pussy through her leggings. Her hot core twitched under my hand as the turbulence rocked her harder on my fingers. Her chocolate eyes slid shut, and her head rolled. A tiny sigh, only audible to me, escaped.
Finding her weakness, I dragged my hand out from between her legs and made my way to the waistband of her leggings.
Skillfully, my fingers slipped between the fabric where her pussy waited for me, hot and wet. The first graze of my flesh over her pulsing clit sent my cock upright, pinching against my zipper.
I found home between her pussy lips, circling her clit with my thumb as two fingers swirled inside of her. Olivia spread her legs further in the seat, shifting noisily. I pressed a gentle palm to her chest, willing her to stay still.
“Stay still, angel,” I whispered across her ear. “Wouldn’t want people to see you riding my fingertips until that delicious cunt is weeping for my cock.”
I licked the side of her neck before planting a hot kiss against her. From the outside, we’d look like a sweet couple cuddling.
Her hips bucked against my palm. “Luke.” She clenched around my fingers, her pussy swelling, needing an orgasm. “Please.” She whispered the words laced with desire.
Slowly, I encircled her hard clit again. Spreading her juices around as her entrance leaked, leaving a wet spot on the outside of her leggings. She ground her body against me as I slid my hand free, rubbing the wet digits on her plump mouth. Her bottom lip swelled with little divots in it from how hard her teeth dug into the flesh. I pushed past, nudging her teeth apart as her tongue licked across my soaked fingers, tasting her arousal on me.
“Angel,” the word came out like a grunt. Harder than I meant it to. "You taste that?” I dipped the finger in and out of her mouth. “That’s my favorite fucking flavor,” I growled in her ear before whipping my finger out.
A line of saliva flicked across her lip, landing on her chin with the motion. “Luke, you can’t do that.” Her lower lip puffed out in the sexiest little pout.
“Do what?” I lifted a brow and studied her expression. I loved when she played shy with me, knowing damn well the night before I’d been pumping her pussy full of my cum.
“You can't just”—her cheeks blushed as she motioned her hand across her lap—“and not finish me off.” Her hushed whisper turned impatient. Needy for me.
“Sure I can.” I placed a kiss on her lips, watching her the entire time. “I’ll be right back.” I shifted my body so I could stand.
Damn small economy seats. Why the hell didn’t I get us at least comfort seating?
I winked at Olivia, hoping she’d get the hint as I made my way to the very back of the plane.
I rapped on the door and waited a second before sliding it open and stepping into the tiny lavatory. Shutting it behind me, the snick of the lock echoed in the air. The whooshing sound of the plane as it cut through the air was all I could hear. I leaned over the sink, taking in the layout.
Yeah, this’ll work for what I have in mind.