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I began to fuck her pussy with my fingers, not wasting any time. I wanted to push her over the edge fast and hard, make her come on my fingers.
“Shit,” she said, gasping. “I’m being too loud.”
“You can’t help yourself,” I said. “You can’t be quiet when I’m around. I make you wet and fuck your pussy right.”
She bit down on my shoulder and I grunted. It hurt, but it also made me fucking harder. She kept her mouth against me, stifling the noises she was making. I could tell she wanted to get off so badly, and she was moaning through her clenched jaw. I kept fucking her pussy, rubbing her clit, fucking her pussy, back and forth, pushing her closer and closer.
“Come for me, girl,” I whispered. “You love having this pussy fingered and fucked. You’re such a dirty girl getting off in an airplane like this.”
I continued to work her pussy, my fingers pumping in and out of her. She was absolutely soaked, her pussy dripping, and I imagined how amazing it would be to sink my cock deep into her slick spot. Instead, I wanted to get her off, make her come, make her fucking mine.
“That’s right. Come for me, Selena,” I whispered. “Come for me twenty thousand feet in the air. You dirty girl, letting me fuck your pussy with my fingers like this. Come nice and hard for me.”
Her jaw clenched harder and her whole body stiffened, her hands holding on to my arms. I fucked her harder, faster, with my fingers, and I knew I had her. She bit down harder, pain lancing through my shoulder, but I didn’t give a fuck, didn’t slow down.
I kept going as she came, her body twitching, spasming, pleasure rolling through her. I loved watching her come; it was like fucking fire in my veins and made my cock rock hard.
Slowly she finished, the orgasm passing over her. I slipped my fingers from her panties and pushed them into my mouth, licking my fingers clean.
She shook her head at me, panting. “Oh my god, Nash. You’re so dirty.”
I smiled. “You taste fucking good,” I said.
“We have to get out of here,” she said.
“You go first. I’ll follow soon.”
She turned her back to me and tried to fix herself in the mirror the best she could. A minute later she glanced at me, a look filled with pleasure and lust, and then quickly left the bathroom.
I sat down on the toilet, trying to will my fucking erection down enough to walk back to my seat. The girl was incredible, drove me fucking wild. I knew I was crossing all sorts of lines, making all the wrong decisions with her, but I couldn’t help it. She drove me completely insane with that sexy-as-hell look and that incredible body.
A minutes or two later, my cock soft enough to not stand out like a fucking tent, I stood up and slipped out of the bathroom.
Nothing seemed strange. The stewardess gave me a look, but I couldn’t tell if it was because I had taken so long in there or because she knew what we’d done. Either way, it didn’t fucking matter to me.
I got back to my seat. Selena looked at me. “They definitely know,” she giggled into my ear softly.
“Good,” I whispered back. “I want them to know.”
She shook her head. “Business, right?”
“Yeah,” I said. “That was all business.”
She smiled in spite of herself and then slipped her headphones back on. She returned to ignoring me, which was fine with me, but she had a smile on her face.
Damn right she did. Not many girls got an orgasm from Nash Bell at twenty thousand feet.
I ordered another whisky the first chance I got, leaned back in my chair, and enjoyed the rest of the fucking flight.
19
Selena
What the heck was wrong with me?
I was so pissed at him. He was so selfish, such an asshole, and yet the second he got close to me, I completely lost my mind.
True, it had felt amazing in the bathroom with him. I’d kept worrying about getting caught, but that had only made it so much hotter. I hadn’t gotten off just from a guy’s hands before like that, and yet he’d managed to push me over the edge like it was no big deal.
I guessed I was a part of the mile-high club. Or at least close enough.
Once the plane landed, we hustled through the terminal and right outside. Fortunately there weren’t any paparazzi this time, and so the drive out to Providence from the airport was pretty uneventful.
I was still annoyed with Nash, but that anger’s edge was pretty blunted from the way he’d handled me. We weren’t exactly chatting it up, but I was trying not to actively ignore him anymore.
The hotel was just off campus, and we arrived around five in the afternoon. Liv was there when we got out of the car. I had no clue how she managed to arrive before we did, or even how she got there at all. It was actually pretty creepy.
