Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
She stared at me intently as I uncrossed my legs and repositioned myself in my seat.
Her eyes went down to my lap when she said, “I think you should hold my hand.”
I looked at her with a knowing look before saying, “Why don’t you just let me hold your hand in my lap?”
She giggled then reached for it, leaning on the armrest as she did.
That’s when I remembered the armrests moved out of the way, and I did just that, causing her to fall deeper into my body.
The plane started to move, causing the cabin to become louder, and I used that time to grab her blanket and pull it over the top of both of us.
She pinched her tongue between her teeth, then snuck her hand underneath my own and palmed my erection.
“Awfully bold of you, darling,” I teased.
Her eyes twinkled as she said, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
I didn’t either. Not with her, and not with myself.
But I was going to milk it for all it was worth.
My cock throbbed against her hand, and unable to stop myself, I forced it to jerk in her hand, causing her to giggle.
The plane took off, slamming us against our seats, and I closed my eyes as pleasure coursed through me as she squeezed it tighter.
“Slone.” She turned her face and spoke directly in my ear.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“This mile high thing…are we actually a mile high?” she wondered.
I had no clue.
In fact, if I had to guess, I’d say it was more than a mile high when they got to altitude.
But I couldn’t articulate any of that because she’d slipped her fingers from over the top of my sweats, higher. Her hand smoothed over the waistband, then higher to just above it, right above my pubic bone.
“Do it,” I grated.
She slipped just the tip of her pinky finger underneath my waistband, then swept it side to side as far as her finger allowed across my pubic hair.
It wasn’t much.
Honestly, in the grand scheme of things it could’ve just been nonsexual…but my god. One would think she’d straight up stuck my dick in an electrical outlet with the way my cock jumped at the touch.
“Wow,” she breathed. “You moved the blanket.”
I allowed my head to fall back and huffed out a silent laugh.
Her hand moved lower, not quite to the root, but closer.
“Lower,” I rasped.
She snickered. “If I go any lower, I’ll touch something important, then I’d have to stop when the lady came around to turn your bed down.”
She had a point.
Stopping sounded like the worst thing in the world right now…but currently I was experiencing such intense need for her to touch me there that I felt like it was already the worst thing in the world.
“Ari…” I ground out, unable to stop the growl from entering my voice.
She leaned over and bit my neck, momentarily distracting me.
“If I didn’t know better, I would say that you were trying to torture me,” I muttered darkly.
My hips lifted, trying to get her to touch without forcing her hand farther down my pants.
“We have reached cruising altitude,” the captain came over the loudspeaker.
I heard some belts unbuckle around me, but Ari’s mouth started to slowly tickle the skin of my neck, right above my shirt collar.
“Mr. Day,” I heard called from behind me.
My eyes blinked open, and I looked over my shoulder to see the flight attendant heading my way. The same flight attendant that liked to accost me with her unwanted touches and her laughter every flight I had to take.
The one that never seemed to take a hint.
“Yes?” I asked.
“Would you like help getting your bed ready?” she asked sweetly as she came to a stop at my side.
Which was when the woman at my side decided to finally give me what I’d been asking for.
Her bare hand closed around my cock, and I had to shift my leg so that one foot was resting against the other leg’s calf to hide her movements with the blanket.
“I’m good,” I said. “I can do it myself.”
She smiled, or started to, but it fell away almost instantaneously when she spotted the woman at my side.
“Where’s your daughter?” she asked.
“With family,” I told her.
“And who is this?” she asked. “Your mother?”
My mother.
Jesus Christ.
There was no way in hell that Ari could pass for my mother and she knew it.
Ari also looked like my complete opposite.
Ari squeezed my dick. Hard.
“Uh, no.” I cleared my throat as I tried to think past the pleasure of her hand being wrapped around me. “This is my…”
“Wife,” Ari finished for him. “It’s a very new thing. He gets confused.”
She started to work my cock then with slow, precise movements.
Yes, I was definitely confused.
“Uh.” The flight attendant looked shocked.
I kind of liked the way it looked on her face, if I was being truthful.