Our boss cocks an arrogant eyebrow but says nothing, so I understand that I’m in charge of making the call. Mason looks like he really needs this time with Lex, and it would be weird of me to refuse such a simple favor.
“Yeah, of course,” I say, picking up my bag at my feet. I can feel Lex’s disapproving glare but ignore it, biting my lips to hide my amusement.
“Okay, great, you’re saving my life, girl. I’ll go get my stuff,” Mason says before leaving us.
Once we’re alone, Lex turns to me, his eyes dark with annoyance. “Seriously?” he coldly asks.
“It’ll help pass the time. Mace is very talkative.”
Aware that I’m being a tease, I stand from my seat with my handbag. Lex moves his knees to allow me to get to the aisle, and while I’m squeezing my way there, his large hand clasps my ass. It’s his second intimate touch within five minutes, and the sexuality of this one sends a flash of lust straight to my intimacy. It’s ridiculous how easily he can make me horny.
“This would have been more efficient than Mason’s blabbering,” he mutters, his fingers squeezing with eagerness before releasing me altogether.
Pretending to have barely noticed his adventurous hand, I don’t say a thing until I’m in the aisle. “Please enjoy your flight, sir,” I say with my best flight attendant voice, “and thank you for choosing our airline.” He shakes his head as if unamused, but I can tell he’s holding back a grin.
Mason’s already coming back, holding his bag before him. “Thank you again. I owe you one, boo,” he tells me before giving me his seat number.
Behind me, I hear Lex say, “I’m taking the window seat.”
A silent giggle rolls out of me as I walk to 26B. To my great surprise, Oliver is in the seat next to it. “Hi, stranger,” he says upon seeing me.
“Hi, yourself.”
“I saw you were with the boss, and I thought you’d prefer my approach,” he explains as I sit down, taking out his Nintendo Switch.
I’m a little lost at first, but then I get it. “You sent Mason?”
“Well, he was telling me how he needed to find some time with Lex during the convention, and I pointed out that now might be a great opportunity.”
“I see… Pretty smart, Paulson. What games do you have?” I ask, pointing at his Switch.
The plane takes off shortly after my relocation, and Oliver sets the screen on a tablet in front of us, handing me the red controller. We play games on it until my bladder decides it can’t last a two-hour flight without a purge.
On my way up the aisle, I smile at Lex and Mace, intently focused on the laptop in front of them. I would have preferred being seated next to Lex, but I’m happy Mace is making the best of it.
“Ineed to go to the bathroom,” I tell Mason. He stands to let me pass, and I follow the faint trail of jasmine Andrea left behind as she walked by.
I barely even caught a glimpse of her, but it was enough to set my plan into action.
Once I reach the toilets, I discreetly close the partition curtain and wait. I hear the flush, the tap, and the lock being turned. The door folds open, and Andrea’s eyes widen upon finding me right there. She looks to my right, notices the curtain is shut, and a knowing smile stretches her tempting lips.
Not wasting another second, she fists the front of my shirt and pulls me in with her in the confined space, tilting her head to the side. Our lips connect before the door is even closed behind me. Our embrace is full of impatience, as if we haven’t done it for weeks instead of twelve hours.
“Good morning,” she breathes into our kiss.
“‘Morning,” I impatiently reply before taking her lips again.
We’re too voracious, almost brutal, and my glasses between us become an issue. I throw them in the sink, and we resume. I can never get used to how good this is. Our tongues are meant for one another,and despite the height difference, we’re always in perfect harmony. Kissing her feels like sex, like sin, like our souls are set ablaze. The dripping lust between us has to be a one-way ticket to hell, but it’s a price I’m willing to pay.
My hands slither down her back to grope her thick ass, lifting her against my hardening erection and making her moan in my mouth. Wishing I had more hands to enjoy every part of her at once, I then cup the space between her legs, sensing her heat seeping into my palm. This insatiable hunger can’t be normal. Something’s wrong with me. With us.
Still kissing her, I slip my hand into the waistband of her jeans, past her underwear, and push it down until my fingers graze the curls of her intimacy. Purposefully, I ignore her clit and slide two fingers along her drenched opening, scooping as much wetness as I can.
“I didn’t take the time to taste you yesterday, and it’s been driving me insane,” I groan.
Shock spreads on her face as I bring my two glistening fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean. Fuck, she tastes good. The flavor of her cunt is quickly replaced by that of her tongue as she kisses me again with savagery, hooking a leg over my hip in an attempt to be closer. After stumbling a few times, she ends up with her back to the door while I press her onto it.
I’m unsure how she does it, but she manages to unlock the door behind her. Before I can stop her, she opens it and steps outside. We’re both slightly panting, and I consider pulling her back in. We can be discreet and quick. No one would know. As a last resort to counter the insanity that is us, she opens the curtain, exposing us to the passengers.
