“You’re staring at me,” she whispers, not wanting to disturb anyone around us. We were only about thirty minutes into our two-hour flight from New York to North Carolina, and it was barely eight a.m., so most of the people around us were either working or sleeping.
“When am I not staring at you?”
I love the smile pulling at her lips that are covered in something shiny that I wanted to lick off her.
God, she was beautiful.I want her so bad I almost can’t take it.
It hasn’t been this bad since we were younger, when we couldn’t sate each other whenever we wanted.
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’mnot 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 oneover 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.
