Page 15 of The Bitter Words

Designer Smiles & Tailored Promises

Some echoes don’t fade…they bend the air until you can’t tell if it’s an applause or a warning.

“It’s so good to have you with me.” I squeeze Livianna’s hand. We’re on the plane going back to the tour.

“Couldn’t agree more.” She peeks out the window. “How long until we get to the hotel after we land?”

“An hour at most.” My dick starts to get hard.

I need to be with her, inside of her, feeling her sweet, tight pussy. These thoughts aren’t helping my situation. I adjust my jeans.

She turns to me. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m just ready to be alone with you.”

“Is that so?” Her eyes twinkle mischievously.

“Yes. I’m sporting a hard-on right now just thinking about it.”

She reaches over and skims her palm over my shaft. “Mhm. We should do something about that.”

“Yeah, when I get a private jet, we can. Until then, becoming a member of the Mile High Club will have to wait.”

“Excuse me.” She smiles and climbs over me. “I’ll be right back.”

She disappears down the aisle into the area at the nose of the plane. What’s she up to?

Her parents upgraded us to first class. Well, they upgraded me.

She was always gonna be flying in first class, but when she canceled her ticket and I rebooked us, I could only afford economy seats. As soon as they found that out, they called the airline and paid for the upgrade.

I tried to refuse, but they pointed out Livianna’s a star and could be harassed. They argued that the staff in the front of the plane were in a better position and could help keep her safe.

A few moments pass. She reappears with a flight attendant, who opens an overhead bin.

She moves some carry-ons around and then pulls out a plastic bag with a blue blanket inside. Livianna takes it from her with an innocent thank you and saunters back to me.

She climbs over my lap and returns to her seat. “I have just what you need.”

“A blanket?” I glance around the cabin.

It’s late and the lights are off. No one is in the aisle across from us. Some people are dozing off while others are watching a movie or listening to something with their headphones on.

Livianna places a few paper napkins on the space between us and tears the bag open. “It’s for your own good.”

“I’m not tired, Lily.”

“Neither am I.” She fans the material over both our laps. “Undo your pants.”

“Why?”

“I’m going to give you a hand job.”

“Right here? Right now?” I look around as my dick strains.

Nobody is paying attention to us. The meals have been served and cleaned up, so everyone is settled into whatever they’re doing. They couldn’t care less what’s happening around them.

I doubt even the flight attendant will come around to check on people. Livianna’s a genius.