A Mile High

by Bethany-Kris

  Sal pointed at the entrance to our cubby. “See that right there?”

  I looked at the curtain he was motioning at. “Yeah, so?”

  “Covers us from sight. Once we’re at cruising, and so long as there isn’t any turbulence, we can keep that closed.” He leaned forward, grabbing a small piece of paper that looked like a Do-Not-Disturb sign from the pocket on the side of my seat. “We put this on the small hook on the outside of that curtain, and the one attendant won’t bother us at all. Probably won’t even come around during dinner if we keep it up. You know why?”

  I shrugged, not really having a clue. “I bet you’ll tell me, though.”

  “Because there’s only one,” he answered, sounding smug. “That other one is sick, so there’ll only be one to handle the whole plane. She isn’t going to be bothering people who don’t want to be bothered, you understand?”

  Anticipation and excitement filled me. Wetness dampened my thong further at the suggestion he gave. “Have you ever joined the mile-high club, Sal?”

  “No,” he murmured, voice husky and deep in my ear again as a hand slipped up under my shirt, “…but I’d love to join it with you.”

  I wholeheartedly agreed.

  Chapter Six

  “So,” Sal said, voice faint in my ear from the cabin pressure changing. “I suppose my first question should be to find out your name, beautiful.”

  “My friends call me Liv,” I answered, attempting to fix my skirt down over my thighs a little more. It didn’t really work, considering most of the fabric was bunched up under my backside in his lap. “Can I sit back down yet?”

  Sal chuckled. “Why, you ready for me to let you go already?”

  No, my insides wanted to scream. “Flying makes me really nervous.” It wasn’t a complete lie. “And someone is going to catch us.”

  He scoffed. “No one is going to catch us. The flight isn’t that long to begin with, and the moment the cabin pressure changes when we start leveling out, I’ll get you back into your seat. The only question is, are you going to climb back into mine?” With strong hands holding me safely to him in the large seat, lips pressed to my hair, and voice so sexy, there was no way I was going to say no to this man and I knew it.

  I’d heard stories before of friends who had sex on a plane, sneaking off into that small, cramped bathroom for a quick fuck with whomever, but that hadn’t ever appealed to me. Who wanted to have sex in a public bathroom? Not me. This, though…this private little space with two plastic partitions, a small, flat-screen television to block the noise, and a curtain to close the outside off…maybe that was appealing to my more deviant side. A side that I hadn’t had opened up in years.

  “It’s hot, isn’t it?” he asked behind me. “Thinking someone might hear me fucking you, that they might smell you on me when I leave? Any moment the attendant might open up that curtain and ask if everything is okay…see my cock sinking eight inches into your pussy when you ride me? Yeah, so fucking hot. Tell me you want it, Liv.”

  “Oh, God.”

  He hummed low. “Mm hmm … and I could get you so deep like this, too. Bet you could spread those legs of yours nice and wide when I hold you up and then you’d feel me everywhere.”

  I knew once the plane landed on the island, I wouldn’t see this man again. There would be no one to know what I had done, no one to scold me on my irresponsible, dangerous behavior, and no one to judge me. All I would have were memories that weren’t likely to disappear for a long while: something to keep in the back of my mind, for late-night sessions under my own sheets.

  Like strangers on a train, that’s what we were.

  Sal’s hands released my waist as the plane began to level off slowly. “Okay, you’ve got to get over in that seat of yours, girl. She’ll be coming down the aisle anytime.”

  Sure enough, the moment I had my skirt fixed and the belt buckled, the rushed flight attendant from earlier passed by our cubby without even blinking in our direction. The light above our heads was still lit up, asking passengers to keep safety seated until otherwise directed, but the small flat-screen television extended out from above the porthole window had turned on. A choice in movie selections rolled across the screen as well as several music stations.

  “No porn,” Sal joked.

  I shot him a look. “Shame.”

  Not five minutes later, the seatbelt sign turned off, a pilot’s voice echoing through the plane to announce the back bathroom would be the only one available to use, and refreshments would be served in a short while. Sal was on his feet before the pilot had finished, clicking open the overhead compartment and grabbing the bag he’d placed up there earlier.

  Taking a cellphone from the bag, he winked. “You’re not going to tattle on me now, are you?”

  Giving him a suggestive look, I decided to play along with his teasing. “I was sure you had other plans.” That stopped him from turning on the device as he looked back to me over his shoulder. Brown eyes darkened as they travelled the length of my crossed legs down to the peep-toed heels I tapped lightly to the floor. “At least…that’s the impression I got. Didn’t realize you were a whole lot of talk and no real action.”

  Sal turned sharply, a hand grabbing to pull the curtain closed at the same time. The fabric hung nearly to the floor, with a good half a foot or more open from the ground up, but unless someone was purposely on their knees trying to look up under, there was no visibility, really. My heart thudded a little harder in the confines of my chest, anticipation and lust raging intensely though my system and rushing blood to my ears.

  “Did you know the weather advisory forecasted not a bit of turbulence for this flight?” he asked, picking up the sign he pointed out earlier and hanging it outside the curtain.

  I swallowed my desire, legs rubbing together to create the friction I wanted. Then, the click-clack of heels down the aisle had Sal’s upper body disappearing around the curtain, giving me a fantastic view of his ass in those dark jeans.

  “Yeah, she’s not feeling well. It might be whatever your friend had. I hope she feels better soon, too. But uh, the lady in here, she took a relaxer before the flight so she said she might just pass out and asked me to close the curtain. We’ll be just fine, and I can always come find you if I need something.” He paused, a foot tapping to the floor and I didn’t hear the words behind the quiet murmur from the attendant. His polite charm, and gentlemanly character was easy to trust, I noticed: The likeable guy, trustworthy and true. I wondered if that was the real him, or just a mask he had on for this situation. “…Yes, absolutely. Worry about the rest, we’re perfectly okay in here. I’ll keep an eye on her while she sleeps.”

  Sal turned slowly, ensuring the curtain stayed closed to block me from view, a scandalous grin forming over his features as his brow cocked in challenge. “Just fine,” he repeated gruffly, gaze traveling my naked legs again.

  My skin tingled at the dark lust roaming over his features, not hidden a single bit behind the blatant stare he regarded me with. A sudden eagerness to please him like he had me flooded my body. With a hand held out, I stroked the crotch of his jeans where the clear impression of his hard erection stood out prominently against the fabric. Long and thick under the tips of my fingers, I had the strangest urge to taste him in my mouth, to feel the soft skin of his cock encased by my lips.

  Sal moved again, coming to stand in front of me. A finger traced a line across my parted lips, his breathing shallow, ragged. “A pretty fucking mouth, too,” he whispered. With his cock straining against his pants and him above me, he was standing level to my mouth where I sat. I made quick work of unbuttoning and unzipping those jeans, my hand slipping under his boxers to find his shaft twitching in my palm. “What do you want, Liv?”

  I smiled as someone cussed outside of the curtain, asking loudly where the attendant was. A female snapped back with a sharp response. Sal tapped a button on the television beside our seats and turned the volume on low. Nimble, quick fingers snapped th
e button open on his jeans, the zipper following suit. I swallowed, my mouth dampening with saliva, wanting to feel the ridges of his cock sinking between my lips.

  No, we weren’t about to be bothered anytime soon.

  “I want to suck your cock.”

  Chapter Seven

  Sal grunted low when my hand tightened to the shaft of his cock, one finger rolling over the head to feel the drop of pre-cum that had gathered. Running my palm over his length slowly, I reveled in the silky feeling of his skin encasing the hot, hard length that throbbed under my touch. Looking up through my eyelashes, Sal stared back, hands clenched at his sides and waiting.

  “Suck my cock, Liv. Right here, with those people outside of that curtain who might catch you and see how beautiful you’ll look doing it,” he muttered. So demanding and forceful, in a quiet, but sure tenor. It made my hands tremble from the sound alone. Pulling the waistband of his boxers down with my free hand, I freed his cock. Keeping my eyes locked with his, I leaned forward and took the very tip between my lips, wetting and tasting with my tongue that swirled in a circle over the head. Sal swallowed, teeth clenching. “More.”

  Hands weaved into my hair, grabbing tight as I opened lips wider and allowed him to thrust into my mouth. The tip of his cock hit the back of my throat, making muscles constrict and my eyes water. I pressed against the front of his jeans with my palms, tightening my lips around his thick shaft as he withdrew slowly, teeth scraping to what I knew had to be sensitive skin.

  “Oh, fucking hell,” he whispered low, voice sounding almost pained as he thrust into my mouth once more. Thumbs rolled soothingly over my cheeks, catching the stray tears that had fallen from the force of his thrust. “Relax, Liv.” Breathing through my nose, I swallowed the saliva gathering and sucked down his length once more. “I want to fuck your mouth, baby. Let me fuck your mouth.”

  Holding tight to my face, eyes looking down and mouth opened in a silent moan, Sal’s head fell back as he started a slow rhythm, fucking my mouth with his cock. Every vein in his shaft shuddered and pulsed as he sunk deep into the hot heat of my lips that sheathed his steeled erection. The salty taste of his pre-cum on the back of my tongue was heavy, bursting taste buds with a flavor I hadn’t expected. His thighs twitched under my grasp, legs shaking as his slow thrusts turned a little faster. The more I relaxed under his motions, the better I knew it felt for him.

  His voice, deep, quiet and full of aching want echoed to my ears. “Good girl. Looks so good, me fucking your mouth like this. God, your mouth. Sweet, so hot…soft…perfect.”

  I couldn’t help but notice how my senses seemed so much more aware than they had been before. The quiet murmurs from outside our little cubby, the soft hums from the television beside our forms, and the occasional patter of feet down the small outside aisle. No, not one of them had a single clue what was happening behind the thin curtain, just feet away.

  My adrenaline spiked at the thought, lust raging a little higher as Sal slowed his movements, allowing me to take hold and suck his cock at my own speed. I used one hand to wrap the bottom of his shaft, noticing he was so thick my fingers couldn’t even encase his girth completely. Stroking the lower part of his shaft, I dropped my mouth down his length fast, sucking hard as I came back up and felt him tremble under my touch.

  “Fuck, suck that cock…just like that.”

  The words were barely above a whisper, strained and tense, like he was just hanging on an edge and waiting to drop off. I slipped a hand into his bunched-up boxers, tugging lightly on his ball sac, feeling him twitch hard inside my mouth at the action. Sal jerked harder into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat again, a sharp intake of breath as I cupped his sac and tugged gently again.

  “Stop…stop, Liv. Shit, you’ve…got to stop.” I pulled back, releasing his cock from my mouth but still holding tight to the shaft with my hand. Sal stroked the sides of my cheek, swiping at the saliva that escaped to the corner of my lips. “That was great—really, really great—but I don’t want to finish in your mouth.”

  His words sent a spark up through my spine and straight to my brain, sizzling with desire and an ache so good it burned. It only lasted for a second, though, before the sound of familiar heels clicking down the aisle reminded me exactly where I was again. The thrill of fear shot through my pulled taut nerves, eyes widening as Sal froze, stepping back and dropping into his seat quickly, hands covering the boxers he had somehow managed to pull back up again.

  “Close your eyes,” he demanded in a quiet murmur.

  I did just that, listening as the heels walked past without stopping or hesitating as they went. I sighed heavily under my breath, finally looking back at Sal who grinned from his seat, thick cock seated in the palm of his large hand that stroked up and down the hard length languidly.

  He made my body shiver just by looking back at me through hooded eyes. Relaxed in his seat, feet braced to the floor and legs spread, waiting, Sal was glorious. He didn’t seem the least bit fazed by the attendant not far from our cubby, or the fact that the people in front of us very well might have heard his sexy grunts as he fucked my mouth good and hard like he wanted to. In fact, he was anything but … no nerves showing, no hesitation in his actions as he caressed his own cock, waiting for me to make the move we both knew I wanted.

  Like sin in the flesh, that’s what he looked like.

  Devilish.

  Teasing.

  Immoral.

  Daring and wanton.

  Sitting with his jaw set hard, tilted up to stare me down, he displayed a grin so wicked, urging me forward.

  I didn’t falter when I stood.

  Chapter Eight

  I fumbled through my purse for a moment, smiling in triumph when I found the item I had been searching for. Sal shot me a questioning look when I turned and waved the square foil package in the air.

  “You mind?” I asked.

  Condoms were a hard limit for me. If they weren’t used, I didn’t play…ever.

  “Not at all,” he replied quietly, hand stopping the strokes to his shaft. “But, I am safe, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

  I shrugged, offering him an apologetic smile. “So am I, and I’m also on the pill, but this is backup, and I don’t fuck without it.”

  Sal nodded, agreeing without any argument at all. “I want to watch you put it on me, then.”

  Just like that, his voice had turned back to that sexy drawl layered with the hint of his hometown accent. One hand held his shirt up his stomach, exposing the hard rack of abs he sported, the muscles clenching with every drop of his palm down that thick length my sex was begging to have inside it.

  Watching him touch his own cock was mesmerizing. The way he tensed on the decline, air rushing from his lips in a harsh exhale. How his hand stopped short of the tip, a thumb rolling over the head of his cock so swift and rough I wondered if the sharp movement gave him a jolt of pleasure that he craved when he did it.

  And oddly, I wanted him to tell me these things. Why he did the things he did. Anything he liked done. How he wanted me to get him there. That didn’t make a lick of sense to me, considering once the flight was over, we wouldn’t be seeing each other again. A quiet murmur of sadness floated through my mind, but I pushed it away, ignoring the sentiment and getting back to the gorgeous man in front of me, still waiting patiently for me to climb on top of his beautiful, strong form.

  Moving the short distance between us in quick, quiet steps, I noticed how strategically placed Sal had made his duffle bag. Covering most of the open space between the floor and the bottom of the curtain, no one would have seen me cross the space, never mind notice my legs spreading and bending down as I placed the corner of the foil packet to my teeth and tore.

  With the rolled-up condom at the top of his cock, Sal’s hands found their way back into my hair while I kneeled in front of him. Rolling the latex down his length as slowly as I could, I blew cool air onto his shaft, looking up through thick lashes to se
e the way his head rolled back to the headrest, ecstasy washing his features beautifully. A soft, barely heard moan reached my ears, filling me with a sense of satisfaction.

  I wanted him loud, though. So fucking loud and noisy, telling me how good I could make him feel, the things I was doing right, and any other nasty, dirty expletive that left his lips. That couldn’t happen, unfortunately, and I knew that. So instead, I reveled in the quiet grunt as his hips flexed up into my palm when the latex sheathed his cock.

  Standing again, I let his hands roam up under my skirt, palms lying flat to the rounded cheeks of my ass to squeeze roughly. Palming my backside, he mumbled, “Fuck, you feel nice. You fit so nice in my hands, Liv. Turn around.”

  I did just that, feeling my skirt rise round my hips before his teeth bit into the curve at the back of my thigh hard, right below my ass. I swallowed the yelp that threatened to rise, hearing his dark chuckles as a hand slipped in between my legs to grab and pull me back closer again.

  “Shh,” he murmured, thumb rolling over the spot he’d bitten, soothing the tender area with a simple touch. “You’re going to have a little mark there, maybe even a bruise. Something to remember me by, hmm? No one but you will see.”

  His words sent a thrill through my thickened blood. I shivered as fingers slipped up under my thong, spreading my fleshy folds open to find the wetness I knew was still there. I swallowed back the moans that rose in my chest, breathing heavily while my head tilted to the side. He slipped digits into my hot center with a tender sort of slowness, bringing more of my slick arousal out with his motions, rubbing the fluid over my pussy and up to my clit. Tiny, swift circles rolled over my throbbing bundle of nerves before he pinched lightly, a shooting flash of heat traveling up into my womb at the action.

  “Sal…my God,” I whispered, the plea falling from my mouth before I could even think to stop it. “Please, just…fuck me.”

  Hands grabbed at my waist, turning me quickly. Trailing a scorching path up under my shirt and then the matching black brassiere I wore, I rejoiced in the feeling of his calloused fingers tweaking the hardened peaks of my nipples. I knew they’d be a cherry red under his touch, darkened from the pink they usually were with my desire and the pleasure that shot up through my body like a firework.