As we walk down the aisle to the bathroom, I pray she doesn’t kill me for what I’m about to do.
But like I said, I need to be inside her. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
“I’m sorry, sir, there’s only one person allowed in the bathroom at a time.” The flight attendant says when I reach for the door handle to the bathroom stall.
Turning to face her, I put on my best face that is a mix of pity and embarrassment. “I know, and I totally understand. And under any other circumstances, I’d agree with you a hundred percent. But you see, my Omega here.” I look down at Addie, who has an awkward look on her face. Good. Playing the part already. “You know, hot girls and their tummy issues,” I whisper low. “Flying makes her tummy upset with nerves, and she’s had a bit of an accident.”
“I did not!” Addie gasps in horror.
“It’s okay, snookums. Shit like this happens.” I turn my pitying look on her, trying so damn hard not to snort in laughter and give myself away. “But don’t worry. We will get you cleaned up like nothing happened.”
“Oh. Okay. Yes, for sure.” The flight attendant says. “Go ahead.”
“Thank you so much. You’re the best.” I open the door and shove Addie in, not missing the daggers she’s glowering at me. “We will try to make it quick.”
“No rush. Take your time.”
Stepping into the bathroom, I come chest to face with a very pissed off Omega. She slowly tilts her head back, her nostrils flaring. “You motherfucker,” she hisses, jabbing her finger in the center of my chest. “Did you just tell her I shit my pants?”
“Shh.” I use my hand to cover her mouth. “Look. It got us in here, right?”
“I hate you,” she mumbles against my palm.
“How about I make it up to you?” I grin. “Take your panties off.”
“What?”
“Do it.” I smirk.
She lets out a heavily annoyed breath and awkwardly shimmies off her panties. Have I mentioned how much I love the fact that she’s always in a skirt or dress?
“Happy?” she huffs, holding up her panties.
“Very.” I chuckle, taking her panties from her and spinning her around. She gasps as I press her against the sink, the small space between us not giving me much room to work with. “Now, be a good girl and keep quiet. We don’t want them to know we were lying.”
“I’d much rather her know we’re fucking in here than her thinking I sh–” I cut her off, shoving her slightly slick, dampened panties into her mouth.
She glares at me in the mirror, and I give her a smug grin back, one hand on her hip holding her in place while the other one slides around to her front. “Hands on the sink, hold tight, Cupcake.”
She gasps into her gag as my fingers find the mess between her thighs.
“Fuck, baby.” I lean down, growling low in her ear. “You’re fucking soaked for me.”
She whimpers as I move my fingers over her clit, loving the way her body trembles for me. “Are you gonna be a good Omega and cum for her Alpha?”
She nods eagerly, and I chuckle, thrusting two fingers deep inside her, making her eyes roll back, before removing them and bringing them to my mouth.
She watches, nostrils flaring, as her perfume fills the space around us.
“Tastes like fucking heaven,” I growl, then reach down to pull my aching cock free from my jeans.
Her chest starts to rise and fall quickly in anticipation. I have to make this quick, even though I want to spend hours worshiping her body.
Gripping my weeping cock, I crouch down as much as I can and place it at her entrance.
Then my eyes lock on hers in the mirror, and I thrust up in one go.
Her hands curl around the sink, eyes widening as she bites down on her panties hard.
