Chapter Ten #2
I reach my hand up to press the call button, and within a few minutes, the bubbly flight attendant is standing beside my seat. I can feel Saint’s eyes on me from her seat next to the window, and I wonder if she’ll know what my plans are when I make my request.
“Can I get a blanket, please?”
“Absolutely, sir. Would you like one or two?” she asks with a polite nod toward Saint.
“Two would actually be great, thank you,” I tell her, and she’s gone just as quickly as she arrived.
“There’s no way in the world you’re cold.” Saint chuckles. “I’m not even cold,” she says, which is a shocker, considering Saint could feel a chill in the middle of summer.
“You are correct. I am not,” I tell her, without offering another explanation as to why I requested blankets for us.
The flight attendant returns with two white blankets, and I drape one over Saint before doing the same to me, more to hide my dick should it rise in response to what I’m planning to do.
My left hand is beneath her blanket in an instant and inside her loose joggers that I’d asked her to wear instead of tight leggings for this very reason. She gasps quietly, and I pick up my phone to appear busy doing something else other than rubbing my index finger over her covered pussy.
I open our text thread instantly.
Me: Don’t react. Be a good girl and be still for me.
I notice her typing in my periphery, and I’m not surprised to see her response instantly.
Saint: Don’t stop.
Me: Have I ever stopped before making you come?
She lets out a quiet breath that even I probably would have missed if I wasn’t hyperaware of every move she’s making right now. I can feel the tiny move of her hips against my hands. I notice the tension building in her shoulders, causing them to rise slightly.
Me: You’re drenched. I can feel it through your underwear.
I manage to type out with one hand as I continue to rub her gently through the silk, keeping my movements slow and steady so it doesn’t appear that I’m moving at all.
“Damn.” She sighs quietly, and even though I barely hear it, my dick throbs like she licked the word across the head.
I make my way inside her underwear, and a tiny shudder moves through me when I feel the hint of wetness already on her bare skin.
I push two fingers through her slit and lightly rub her clit before sliding my thumb inside her underwear as well to pinch the bundle of nerves.
Outwardly, she doesn’t react, but I can feel her cunt clenching around me, her clit fluttering against my fingers with every swipe against it.
Me: You’re doing so good, baby. No one on this plane knows how wet you are or that your stepbrother’s fingers are buried deep in your pussy right now.
I move closer to her, leaning my arm on the rest between us so I can get deeper inside her. I push my index and middle fingers inside her while continuing to rub her clit. She lets out a breath through her nose, then her teeth sink into those plush, pouty lips.
Saint: You’re driving me crazy.
Me: Good. Take what you need and come all over my fingers. I can’t wait to taste your orgasm from them.
I notice the flight attendant stands and makes her way to the front row, and I realize she’s asking if anyone needs anything. I glance over at Saint, who I can tell is trying to control her breathing, but her eyes are squeezed shut.
“Open those pretty eyes,” I whisper, and when she does, she notices the flight attendant just one seat ahead of us. “Want something to drink, baby?”
“No,” she says, but it comes out slightly breathy, and I hear not only the lust but the nervousness over potentially getting caught in her voice. I notice her hand move under the blanket; my guess is to move mine, but I tighten my grip on her.
“Nice try.” I grin, just as the flight attendant approaches us. I’m actually glad that her hand is under the blanket, as someone could just as easily assume we are holding hands.
“Something to drink?” she asks.
“I’ll take a coffee,” I tell her before turning my gaze to Saint. “You mentioned you were thirsty, honey. What would you like?” I ask her as I slow my fingers.
She glares at me before clearing her throat, and just as she opens her mouth, I speed up, rubbing her clit hard just as I curl my index finger upward to reach her G-spot.
A cough expels from her, and I try to hide my grin as she sputters out a “water is fine, thank you” before the flight attendant retreats.
Saint: I am going to kill you.
Me: You love me. Now give me what I want. I know you’re close.
And she was. Her hips haven’t stopped gently rocking against me, and her hand has moved over top of mine, guiding me where she wants me.
She’d pulled my fingers out of her and placed my two fingers to her clit, moving them for me in a circle while she managed to move her hips without moving the rest of her body.
Her clit is so slippery, tingles shoot through my body, and my throat suddenly goes dry, desperate to replace my fingers with my mouth. I look at the front of the plane, where the restroom is, wondering if there was any chance in hell anyone would notice if we both went in there.
I’ve been trying my best not to look at her, knowing that the second I cast my eyes on her while she’s like this, I’ll never be able to pull them away.
But the quiet whimper that she lets out, alerting me that she’s close, has my eyes darting to her just as she goes over the edge.
Her other hand grips the armrest, and her hand loosens from around mine just as her eyes flutter closed for a second.
Like she knows she’s in public, but she can’t resist the urge to indulge in the pleasure fully.
She opens her eyes after a beat before turning her wicked gaze to me as I pull my hand out from between her legs.
I don’t immediately slide them through my lips like I want to, having had a better idea float through my head as the flight attendant begins to move up the aisle.
“I can’t believe you,” she says quietly while rolling her shoulders back and moving her neck in a circle.
“God, that was fucking good though.” I know Saint’s body as well as I know my own, and I’ve spent years making her come, but knowing I make her feel good still sends that familiar surge of pride I felt the first time I made her come all those years ago.
The flight attendant returns with a warm smile, placing my coffee in front of me and a cup of ice water in front of Saint.
I don’t waste a second before dragging my wet fingertips across the rim of the mug, rubbing all of Saint’s juices along it.
I do a quick scan of those around me to make sure no one is watching before I inconspicuously lick the rim of the mug and take a sip of the black coffee.
Saint is watching in fascination, her eyes ping ponging between my mouth and the mug.
“Thanks for the creamer.” I lift my chin toward her, and her eyes finally pull away from my mouth to meet my eyes.
“I… I need to go clean up…” she stammers, and I smile, knowing that this simple move has made her horny for me all over again.
I let her out, and I watch as she makes her way up the aisle, my eyes trained on her ass that I want nothing more than to sink my teeth into, bouncing with each step.
Saint is barely inside the bathroom before I have a message from her.
Saint: My underwear is soaked, so thank you for that.
Me: You’re welcome. Take them off and bring them to me.
Saint: I am not doing that.
Me: When did you become shy? What happened to the girl who used to leave her wet underwear in my gym locker so I’d find them after practice?
Saint: omg I forgot about that lol
I see the bubbles indicating she’s typing, but I’m not expecting the picture to pop up on my phone, which is of her taking a photo of herself in the mirror. Topless.
Fuuuuuck.
My cock that had previously softened after she’d orgasmed all over my fingers has sprung back to life at the stunning visual of my gorgeous girl’s perky nipples.
Me: Are you trying to get me to come in there?
Saint: Just figured I’d give you something *winky face*
Me: You are so beautiful. I never get tired of looking at you.
I save the photo, adding it to my hidden pictures folder, which is a shrine to Saint with all the videos and photos of her and some of us together.
Saint: My pussy is still throbbing from when you touched me. It still aches.
Me: Are you in there… touching yourself?
Saint: I needed another one.
Me: Fuck.
I rub a hand over my jaw and run my tongue aggressively over my teeth, fucking hating that only about twenty steps and a tiny door separate me from a half-naked Saint with a hand between her legs.
Me: What are you thinking about?
Saint: That time you came all over yourself while you were eating me out.
Christ.
Me: Which time?
Memories of grinding my dick into the mattress while I rubbed my tongue against her pussy come flooding back, and my chest instantly tightens.
My fingers itch with the need to touch her, so I reach for the mug in front of me.
I’m desperate for a taste of her again, and though hints of her still linger on the rim, it doesn't quell the ache coursing through me. She probably doesn’t respond because she’s focused on coming.
Me: So fucking glad I decided to rent a car because I can’t make it to the hotel before I need to be inside you.
I hear the sound of the door opening, and Saint steps out looking very sated with a sexy grin on her face that makes me want to shove my dick through her lips in front of everyone in first class. I shake my head at her, and she gives me a flirty smile as she slides back into her seat.
“Much better,” she says before turning back to her phone and not looking in my direction. For the remainder of the flight, she was engrossed in her phone, almost as if she was ignoring me on purpose. By the time we land, I am as hard as stone, and I can't wait another second to be inside her.