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“Would you like to suck on them?”
Her eyes darted up from where they’d strayed again. “We can’t—”
“No, we can’t,” Al admitted regretfully. She trailed a finger down her sternum, nudging the V-neck of her sweater lower, more of her breasts and a hint of her black satin bra cups showing. “But you can imagine them spilling over the black leather corset I have at home while you spread that blanket over your lap.”
CC’s blush grew redder, her breaths shorter, even as she hesitated, her gaze making another lap around the cabin.
“Trust me,” Al coaxed. “I’ve got you, Red.”
She spread the blanket over her lap and left a hand under the cover.
“That’s good, CC.”
CC’s shy smile, the dip of her chin, was utterly charming. She liked praise too—three lottery tickets.
Al shifted so more of her back was to the aisle, then stretched out an arm and laid her hand over CC’s other one on her thigh. Keeping the blanket in place for what she had planned. “Now undo your fly and slide a hand inside your jeans, over your underwear.”
CC’s hand moved under the blanket, unfastening, then unzipping her fly. She spread her legs farther apart, and Al knew the exact moment when CC dipped her hand lower. Head back, she sighed in relief, and her torso and shoulders sank into the seat. She was letting go, putting her trust in Al.
“You’re doing so good. Feels good too, doesn’t it?” CC nodded as Al traced soft patterns on the back of her hand still above the blanket. “Tell me how you feel.”
“So hot. Even through the silk.”
“They’re silk, hmm?” With her other hand, Al wrapped a finger around the shiny green bra strap threatening to fall off CC’s shoulder, like the sweater of the same color. “Matching with this?”
CC bit her bottom lip and nodded.
“They designer too, like your jeans and sweater?”
“I like nice things.”
“I think you like naughty things. Let me guess. Thong?”
Auburn lashes fluttered open, and the hooded eyes that swung in Al’s direction should’ve been illegal in all fifty states.
“Oh, Red, if I’d gotten you in that bathroom stall, I would’ve fisted that scrap of silk, yanked it aside, and been knuckle-deep in you before you could even gasp.”
CC did gasp then, and her hand made a sudden dip beneath the blanket. Didn’t take a genius to know CC had gone off plan.
Al clasped her other hand on top of the blanket. “Did I tell you to put your fingers inside yet?”
“Please.”
“Well, at least you’ve got them good and wet now. Pull them out and rub your clit over the silk.” She made a swirling motion on the back of CC’s hand, simulating what she wanted CC to do. “Dirty up those designer panties for me.”
The sound that escaped CC’s lips was half hiss, half moan.
Al continued weaving the fantasy. “Imagine your fingers are my tongue. That we’re in that bathroom stall, that I went to my knees for you. Cinched that thong tight so I could use my tongue to play with it over your clit.”
“Fuck.”
“Swollen?”
She nodded, but she kept moving her hand beneath the blanket as directed. Her head lolled toward Al, her shorter breaths puffing over Al’s knuckle where her finger was still woven in the green silk strap. She pulled tighter and leaned closer. “My clit’s swollen too, Red. Has been since you laughed at the bar. But now, fuck, I’m drenched too, just thinking about how wet you must be between those amazing thighs, what it would feel like to have my fingers buried inside that hot heat. I’d get them soaked, then glide them up either side of your clit, teasing you right to the edge, before plunging them back inside you for another hit.”
Her breath stuttered. “Can I?”
“Yeah, baby, dip your fingers inside your underwear. Tell me how wet you are.”
