5. Selena
Selena
Isit there for a moment, worrying my lip. Stunned. I was just running my mouth. I never expected him to take me seriously. We don’t know each other from Adam. Am I really ready to have round two of fucking a goddamn stranger?
I look back down the aisle, but he’s gone.
Already in the bathroom. Waiting on me. To fuck me.
My clit throbs thinking about it. Something about the potential of getting caught sends a shiver of excitement through me.
It’s something that's so out of my character, yet the man waiting for me makes me want to do it.
Fuck it! You only live once. YOLO, right? Isn’t that the motto you’re supposed to live by? It’ll be a distraction for the weekend to come.
I’m horny as hell, and damn if I don’t deserve to join the club.
I stand nonchalantly and make my way to the bathroom. Passing the rows of seats, I keep my eyes firmly locked on my destination, afraid that if I make eye contact with any of the passengers, they’ll know exactly what I’m doing and I’ll chicken out.
Suddenly my mind starts thinking about all the worst possibilities.
Fuck, can I go to jail for this? Is it illegal? I scan the faces of the few people left, wondering if one of them is some kind of sky police. They have those, don’t they? I’m sure that’s not the official word to call them, but my mind is so rattled about what I’m about to do I can’t think.
When I get to the back, there are two bathrooms and I have no fucking clue which one he went in.
I don’t have to wonder for long, though, as the door to my left opens, and a tattooed muscular arm reaches out, snakes around my waist, and pulls me inside.
I’m about to scream when another hand covers my mouth.
He shuts the door, then pushes me against it, flipping the switch to occupied.
Leaning his head down, he places his lips by my ear, his hot breath heating up my lobe.
“I was afraid you changed your mind, and I was going to have to fuck my own hand. You’ve got me so fucking hard,” he growls as he removes his hand from my mouth and takes hold of my hand placing it on his very hard appendage.
Fuck me! He’s massive. He’s never going to fit inside me.
A soft moan escapes my mouth before his lips are on mine, devouring me with a kiss that has my toes curling. Fuck! If it’s this good already, I can’t imagine what it’ll be like when he fucks me. That’s if he can fit that monster inside me.
We must hit a patch of turbulence as the airplane rocks slightly, and my hand moves, gripping his waist for support.
My heart pounds in my chest, a mix of fear and thrill surging through me.
Any minute, someone could knock on the door and we’d be caught.
But something about that doesn’t make me want to stop; it only entices me more.
A side of me I’ve never known before is slipping through my walls.
“Princess,” he growls low in my ear, his breath hot against my skin, “you teased me. Now it’s time to pay up.
We need to hurry or we’re going to be caught.
” My breath hitches at the thought, and he lets out a low rumbling laugh.
“You like that, Baby? The thought of someone pounding on the door. It somehow opening for the person on the other side to find me with my cock buried deep inside of you?” His voice is commanding, leaving no room for argument.
His hand slides down my arm, gripping my wrist and guiding my fingers once again to the bulge in his pants. The hard length of his cock strains against his jeans. He groans, then takes his free hand and tilts my chin up so I'm forced to meet his gaze.
“You like that, Princess. Unzip my pants and take my cock out. Stroke my shaft like the good girl you are.”
I obey, my fingers fumbling with his zipper, pulling it down to free him. His cock springs out, heavy and veined, the head already slick with precum. All I want is to drop to my knees on this dirty floor and take him into my mouth.
“Princess,” he clears his throat and I love how he calls me that.
“Yes,” I gasp.
“I said to stroke my cock.”
I wrap my hand around the shaft, pumping slowly at first, my breath hitching as he thrusts into my grip. The confined space makes everything feel more urgent; my back arches against the door, my nipples hardening under my shirt.
“Fuck, your hand feels perfect,” he murmurs, his hips bucking forward. “But I need more, Princess. I need that tight little pussy of yours.” His words send a rush of heat straight to my core, my panties growing damp as arousal floods me.
I can feel my body trembling, a delicious cocktail of nerves and desire making my legs weak. My heart’s racing, and I feel like any minute I may pass out. I want this man, this stranger, more than I should.
He spins me around roughly, pressing my cheek against the door. “Hands on the wall, ass out,” he orders. A shiver runs down my spine, but I do just as he says and push my hips back toward him.
Eli places his hands on my hips then slips his fingers beneath the waist of my leggings, pulling them and my panties down, exposing my ass. He doesn't stop there and pulls them all the way to below my knees. The cool air hits my wet folds, making me gasp.
“Spread your legs,” his hushed, gravelly voice orders. “Look at you, Princess, so fucking wet for me already. You want this cock, don't you? Beg for it.” His hand comes down on my ass with a sharp smack, the sting blooming into pleasure that makes me whimper.
“Sshh, we have to be quiet,” he reminds me, like hitting me was keeping it quiet. But I don’t care. I fucking want him. Need him. The ache between my thighs is killing me.
“Please,” I beg. “Please, fuck me.” I’ve never felt as vulnerable as I do at this very moment. It terrifies and excites me at the same time.
Eli doesn't make me wait. He positions himself behind me, rubbing the head of his cock through my wet folds, teasing my clit with his fingers.
“Good girl,” he praises, then thrusts in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.
I press my lips together, holding back the cry that wants to rip from me.
The plane jolts again, but he holds me steady as I press my hips back further into him.
“You’re taking my cock like such a good girl, Princess,” he grunts, pulling back only to slam in deeper.
Each thrust rocks my body against the door, the metal rattling softly so that anyone outside it will probably know exactly what we’re doing.
His cock pistons into me relentlessly, hitting that spot inside that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. Pleasure coils tight in my belly, my walls clenching around him as he fucks me without mercy. “This pussy is mine now. No one else's. Milk me, Princess. Take everything I have.”
Fuck me, this man is everything I never had and needed at the same time. I bite my lip, holding in my moans. My body’s on fire and I know I’m not far from orgasming. I’ve been so turned on from the moment that I laid eyes on him.
“We need to hurry. We don't have much time. And you, my sweet girl, are not quiet. I think you want everyone to know what we’re doing. How dirty and needy you are.”
Do I? I don’t know and I don’t care. I might later, but right now all I want is to come.
Sweat beads on my skin, mixing with the scent of sex in the air. His dirty words fueling my fire.
“You were made for my cock, Princess. I’m gonna fill you up, make you drip with my cum.”
I feel myself spiraling toward the edge. Tears pricking my eyes from the intensity, but it's all overwhelming bliss, my body surrendering to his control.
One of his hands slips around my waist, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing firm circles over it.
“Come for me,” he demands. “Come on my cock like the slutty princess you are.”
The command tips me over the edge and I shatter, my orgasm crashing through me in waves. The walls of my pussy spasm around him as I moan his name. But he doesn't stop, pounding harder, chasing his own release.
With a final, deep thrust, he buries himself inside me and groans, his cock pulsing as hot ropes of cum fill me.
We stay locked together, breathing ragged, as we come down from our euphoric high.
He leans in, nipping my earlobe. “That's my good Princess. Now clean up. We need to get back to our seats.” He pulls out, and I can feel his cum dripping from me, running down my legs.
He turns me around and I notice the wad of toilet paper in his hands. When did he get that? He reaches between my thighs and gently cleans between my legs.
A rap on the door has me freezing, but only spurs him on. “Occupied,” he calls out to the person on the other side. He takes hold of my chin, lifting it slightly as he kisses my lips. “I didn’t use a condom. I’m clean though. Kinda wasn’t expecting this to happen.”
Crap. How could I be so stupid? I should’ve insisted on a condom.
“I’m clean, too. And I’m on the pill, so we’re good,” I rush out, already mentally making a note to call my doctor to get an appointment to get tested once I’m back home. I watch as he cleans himself then tucks his cock back in his jeans and zips them up.
Sliding past him, I somehow just now realize how small the bathroom is.
When I look in the mirror, I see a thoroughly fucked woman staring back at me.
I run my fingers through my hair, smoothing it down the best I can.
Somehow we both manage to maneuver around in the tiny space and pull ourselves together.
Taking hold of the knob and turning it, I walk out and keep my eyes on the ground, not wanting to look at the flight attendant who is standing there with her arms crossed over her chest, tapping her foot on the ground, like a teacher scolding her pupils.
“Sorry,” I mumble sheepishly, as my face heats. Before she can say anything, I scurry off down the aisle to my seat.
I feel everyone’s eyes on me, like they all know what I’ve just done in the bathroom. Shaking those thoughts away, I keep going.
A couple of minutes later, Eli comes strutting down the aisle like a prized horse at a fair, sliding past me to his seat. Leaning into me, he places his mouth right by my ear and whispers, “Thanks for the mile high fun, Veronica. It was amazing.”
Fuck me! The only saving grace is that when this man brags to his friends about the girl he banged on the plane, it will always be Veronica. Not me. We sit there in silence, him with a smug ass grin on his face and me burning with embarrassment.
I can’t believe I just did that.