Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Christian startled when Holly’s hand touched his growing hard-on. She massaged him through his slacks, rubbing and cupping his manhood. He wanted to clap and rejoice that the pain he experienced earlier had been replaced by pleasure. When he felt the zipper give way, he turned more onto his hip and tugged the blanket a little to give himself some coverage. If she wanted to give him a hand job at thirty-five thousand feet, who was he to argue?
The moment her fingertips grazed the silky skin of his cock, Christian groaned into Holly’s mouth. She smiled and pulled away. They locked eyes. He watched her, watching him, as she stroked his dick. Holly brought him pleasure that he had only dreamed about. With each caress, his eyes wanted to roll back, but he refused. Looking at her while she did this for him was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. He saw elation and mischievousness swirling in her eyes.
Holly's thumb spread the pre-cum over the head of his cock and she licked her lips. She was going to be the death of him on this plane, and something told him she knew it. Holly leaned closer and kissed him again as her hand tightened around his shaft. She pumped faster and with more urgency. Christian pulled the blanket over him, creating a better barrier from any prying eyes. Anyone who was awake and could hear them knew what they were doing in seats 3a and b. He fought to keep the sounds coming from his mouth to a minimum, but he failed.
“Jesus Christ, Holly. I’m so fucking close.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
He shook his head as the lights in the galley went on and the captain came over the loudspeaker announcing their impending arrival. Soon, the overhead lights for the aircraft would come on, exposing their secret.
“Don’t stop,” he whispered into her ear. “Please don’t stop.”
Holly heeded his words and continued her ministrations. Instead of kissing him, she licked his neck and nibbled on his ear. Christian did his best to block any onlookers from seeing what they were doing. He hoped that if the flight attendant came down the aisle, he would see them in what looked like a hug or maybe some awkward sleeping position.
Christian felt his balls tighten, and he ducked his head into the crock of Holly’s neck. He pressed his lips to her skin and groaned. “Fuck, I’m coming, Holly. God, baby, don’t stop.”
Holly didn’t slow down until he released his load into the blanket. Christian’s body sighed and relaxed into Holly’s just as the lights came on and the flight attendant began telling people to put their seats in the upright position.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered. Holly did, and they pretended to be asleep when the attendant passed by. When the coast was clear, Christian tucked himself back into his pants and balled the blanket up. He’d toss it in the nearest trash can when they got off the plane.
Holly put her seatbelt on, and, once Christian settled in his seat, he leaned over to her and cupped her face. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”
“Me too,” she told him as he kissed her.
“I can’t believe that after twelve years, you’re sitting next to me.”
“And giving you a hand job,” she mused.
“A long overdue hand job at that.” Christian winked and then kissed her again. He did not know what time it was, but finding a hotel was the first thing on their list once they landed. He wanted Holly in a bed, naked, and ready for him.
Christian was finally going to give them both what they’ve wanted all their lives.
six
Holly
Holly and Christian exited the plane and made their way through the empty terminal until they were in baggage claim. While they waited for her suitcase, Christian held her hand. Every few seconds, Holly would look down, wiggle her fingers to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, and then avoid all eye contact with Christian because she couldn’t bear to look at him at the moment. What they had just done . . . what she had done to him was so out of character for her, she was embarrassed. Yet, her heart was giddy. Not only had she and Christian kissed, which was a dream come true for her, but he had wanted her. There was no way he could deny his attraction to her.
Christian bent down and whispered in her ear, “We should get a hotel.”
Yes!
While her inner teen screamed in glee, Holly couldn’t. If she hopped into bed with Christian, she feared she wouldn’t want to leave and she needed to get home to her parents. They needed her, and while her lady bits wanted him, now was not the right time.
“I can’t,” she sadly said.
“Oh, I thought—” his voice broke, and Holly realized her mistake.