Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Oh my God!” I squeal, and Gracie grabs me into a hug. I didn’t even realize she was still here.
“This is awesome!” She squeezes. “I’ll be at community, and you’ll be home too!”
“How did this come about?” I still can’t believe it.
“I don’t even know,” he shrugs. “I just found out about it, and was so excited I came here.”
“But how did my name even come up?” I eye him suspiciously.
“Principal Finch, believe it or not,” he laughs. “Turns out she likes you,” he shrugs, making a face. “No idea why.”
I smile, leaping into his arms, and I’m so excited that I kiss him, totally forgetting about waiting the additional day.
He doesn’t seem to mind.
“Uck,” Gracie mumbles.
“Yeah, uck,” Josh jokes, pulling away. “Germs!”
~*~*~*~*~
I have no idea how I’m awake right now. I don’t know what time it is, other than the middle of the night, and I’m on a plane to France.
The plane’s white noise is soothing, and Josh got us first class tickets, so there’s a ton of room to spread out during the long flight. The cabin is dark and quiet, minus a few reading lights, and I stare out at the pitch-black outside.
“Still feeling okay?” Josh’s whisper scares me. Last I looked over he was asleep.
“Yeah,” I smile. “Just can’t sleep. Plus, I’ve never flown first class before and I don’t want to miss anything.”
“Nothing’s happening,” he laughs. “You’re free to sleep. I’ll wake you when the dancing starts.”
“Well, it’s hard to sleep when you’re snoring so loudly,” I joke.
“We both know I do not snore.”
I laugh and he grabs my hand. “So,” I smile. “What does this mile high club consist of?”
He laughs quietly. “You’re insatiable, you know that?” He leans over, kissing my forehead, and I can’t mistake the tent in his blanket. “Go to sleep.”
I exhale loudly, throwing my head back against the uncomfortable plane pillow, before looking back out the window.
A few minutes later, I feel his hand creeping up my thigh, and I look down, watching as it moves under the blanket. I look towards him, and his eyes are still closed, but he’s smiling wide. I adjust in my seat, allowing him better access. Inhaling, I stretch out, and his hand swoops under my sweat pants and into my underwear. He hooks his finger just inside, gathering my juices and moving to my clit.
He begins to press steady circles, sliding my wetness all over, and I writhe at his touch. His fingers then move to either side of my lips, stretching them, before using the entire length of his middle finger to slide against me, up and down, using the most agonizing strokes my clit has ever encountered.
I spread my legs wider, and he removes his hand, sucking on his fingers before lifting the armrest that sits between us.
I give him a look, why are you stopping? But as soon as I look over, my jaw drops at the bulge in his blanket. He adjusts himself before placing his arm around me, pulling me closer. I lift one leg on the seat while the other hangs over his leg, my back almost resting against his chest.
“This should help you relax and sleep, my sweet Luci,” he whispers as his hands dip into my pants again.
I reach under his blanket, feeling his cock stiff against his leg.
“You’re huge,” I whisper, and when I look into his eyes they’re all consuming. He takes my hand away, a devilish gleam in his eyes.
“When I say,” he orders, just as two fingers sink inside my pussy. “You’re going to lift the blanket up.”
I start to protest, but he fingers me harder, and all that comes out is a whimper.
“Now!” He pinches my nipple through my bra, and I comply. His fingering doesn’t let up as he slides me over and leans down, flicking my clit with his tongue. My hips push into the air as I spread my legs even wider, and an orgasm rips through me.
“God you taste so good,” he groans.
I settle back in my seat, taking a sip of my now warm water, satiated.
“Your turn?” I give him my most seductive glare.
“There’s no where for me to come here,” he whispers.
“Into the blanket?” I suggest.
“The blanket is one thing to use over your clothes, but I’m not putting that anywhere near my dick.”
“It was in plastic when they gave it to us!”
“That doesn’t make it okay,” he laughs. “Don’t worry about me. It’ll go down eventually.”
“Suit yourself,” I shrug, smiling, an evil plan already forming in my head.
I relax back in my seat, hearing as he shifts in his; unable to ignore the push he keeps on giving himself.
I clear my throat, and start playing with my nipples through my shirt.
“Stop,” he moans, closing his eyes, and I smile, pinching my erect nipple again.