I wanted to straddle him, take his cock inside and ride him as if we were the only two people on this aircraft. He leant in closer, the stubble of his jaw rough against my neck, “Look at you staying quiet while you fuck my hand, such a good girl,” he praised, and I erupted, my eyes squeezing closed as I came undone on his hand, breathing through my release without making a single sound.
When I finally came back to myself, I scowled at the look of pure delight on his face. The desire was evident in his lazy smile as he carefully withdrew his hand, before bringing it up to his mouth and as promised, licking his fingers clean.
“You’re too damn sexy for your own good, Mr. Chambers,” I whispered, as he took my mouth with his own, coating me with my own pleasure.
He hummed his appreciation softly, “And you are my favourite flavour,” his look of smug satisfaction only causing me to recommence my own tender strokes.
“We still have a long flight,” I stated with a slight shrug. “You came out of the gates quickly, but we will see who can last longer,” I dared with a raise of the brow. I brought both legs up onto the seat and leaned into his chest, portraying the dutiful fiancé snuggling into her man so she could sleep comfortably. Only I was simultaneously unzipping his shorts, and taking him in my hand, where I was going to repay the favour, only slower.
“Shel-” whatever he was about to say was cut short as I dug my hand further into his briefs, cupping his balls and squeezing them gently. His head fell back, his eyes closed, again looking as though he were resting, but the firm length of his cock, the warm drop of pre-cum leaking on my hand and the hard set of his jaw told me otherwise. The devilishly handsome man with the gorgeous green eyes and mouth-watering smile, was mine, and I was going to tease and taunt him until this plane landed.
“Come on, Ri, just give me your number?” Blake whined and she shook her head, not even bothering with a verbal response. He’d pestered the poor thing the entire flight. He could be an annoying little turd when he wanted something, and it was obvious he wanted her.
We watched as he lunged for her suitcase right before she could, easily lifting it from the carousel and placing it in front of her before bowing dramatically.
“My lady,” he said, and I stifled my laugh in Corbin’s bicep.
“I’m not your lady,” she snapped, placing her handbag over the top of her suitcase and heading towards her friends who appeared to be enjoying this as much as we were.
“But you will be, Ri,” Blake replied with a confidence I envied.
“My name isn’t Ri,” she gritted with exasperation, and I empathised with the poor thing. It must have been a very tiresome flight of trying to sleep and read while my brother peppered her with questions. She held firm though, giving him the absolute bare minimum and I admired her game. While her friends in the row in front were loud and giggling for most of the flight, she’d always been a step behind. Quieter. An observer rather than a player, and by the end of the flight I even wanted to know more about her.
“Okay, Harriet,” he said readily. “But when we’re married, I’ll call you Ri,”
She threw him a look of pure disgust and I felt Corbin chuckle against me as I shot him a grin of my own. This made waiting for our bags much more interesting than it could have been.
“Doubtful,” Harriet/Ri replied, as I wondered if that really was her name and how Blake even knew that given she’d told him nothing.
“You’re already following me on my socials. We’re practically engaged,” he called as she began to walk away.
“I’ll be unfollowing you the second I can,” she called over her shoulder.
“Okay, but we can still message. I need to know how long I must go without you, Ri?” He challenged. Even those around us were now stopping to enjoy the push and pull of this ridiculous charade.
She threw her middle finger up over her shoulder and Blake’s laugh bounced around the airport.
“You have a lot to learn about women, Blake,” I said, with a laugh of my own.
“Just wait,” he said, as we all continued to watch her walk away, our bags forgotten, “if she turns back-” his words were cut off as just before she turned the corner, she flung her narrowed gaze back to his before disappearing. My brother laughed, high fiving my equally pleased fiancé.
“If she turns back?” I questioned, confused as to why they were both celebrating.
“If she turns back, she wants one last look. Means she’s interested,” Corbin said as if he was suddenly an expert on women.
“Oh, I didn’t realise you were such a womaniser,” I joked. “It took you almost thirty years to admit your feelings for me,” I said to a still smiling Corbin, “and you know nothing about her,” I threw at my brother.
“That’s your future sister-in-law you’re talking about, have some respect,” he replied, again high-fiving Corbin.
Sighing, I turned back to the carousel, waiting for our luggage and ignoring the ridiculous banter of my two favourite men until Blake disappeared to get something to eat.
“You’re lucky your brother is here, or I would have found a supply closet and fucked you by now,” Corbin whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
Turning, I shot him a surreptitious wink. “You’re welcome,” I replied. I’d given him the distraction he needed to endure the flight, although it came with a side of blue balls and the strained pinch of his brow told me he was ready for release.
“I bet your parents are already waiting,” I said, leaning back into him and enjoying the feel of his arms wrapped around my waist.
“No doubt.”
