Mile High Club

Ch. 4

"Not to..." Olivia paused as her eyes fluttered shut involuntarily for a moment at the feel of Josh's hands on her. "...Put a damper on the mood but... mmm... how far are we talking about, here," she breathed out as she lifted Josh's hoodie off of him, letting it hit the ground, rolling her neck as he sucked hard on her flesh, sending shivers up and down her spine.

Josh shuddered when her small hand returned to his groin and gave him a squeeze. So far into you no man will ever be able to reach the depths I've hit... "However far you'll let me." he breathed into the crook of her neck.

Olivia visibly shook at his hoarse statement and nodded to herself, letting her body and mind absorb and bask in the wonderful whirlwind of sensations his mouth and hands were causing. She swallowed hard and gasped, nodding even as he nipped and sucked at the flesh on her neck. "Me and you, right now, just this once. When we land everything goes back to normal, okay?" she asked, her voice and eyes carefully waiting for his reaction and what he would say. She was worked up but she still wanted to know his thoughts on this particular situation.

Josh faltered only for a millisecond as he attempted to think about whether or not he would be able to pretend this never happened. His thoughts were instantaneously cut short when she nibbled on the skin where his neck and shoulder met. His hard on jumped in his jeans beneath her hand and all he could muster was a hurried nod.

Even though she was elated at his physical reaction, Liv felt her stomach drop just the slightest. She had hoped for some sort of protest, a confirmation that this would in fact happen more than just this once, but she had to give him the benefit of the doubt. They were caught in the heat of the moment, and she wasn't going to say anything to ruin it now. She wanted this too much...

"Do anything you want to me, Josh," she breathed, her eyes fluttering shut as his hands pulled her oversized sweater up and over her head, letting it drop to the floor as he studied her in her tight purple racerback tank top.

Fuck, he thought. My favorite color...

Olivia rolled her hips to scoot closer to the edge of the vanity, closer to him. "Just make me feel good and I'll make you feel good. You can pretend I'm whoever you want..."

Josh slipped his hands up under her racerback, causing the tight material to rise along with his hands, and watched as her eyes fluttered and struggled to stay open as he grasped her small, bra-less breasts and gave them a firm squeeze. "Who says I'd want to imagine anyone but you..."

Olivia gasped in pleasure and bucked her hips against his and Josh leaned forward, latching onto her neck again. She immediately raked her fingers into his curls, holding him in place as she rubbed her core against his thigh. Those were the words she had secretly longed to hear-the words that would give her the gumption to let him do whatever the hell he wanted with her in this airplane.

Soft romance be damned.

Mewls and panting were all that could be heard as Olivia's small hand squeezed Josh's length through his jeans, her heels digging into the backs of his thighs to try and bring him closer and create more of the wonderful friction he had already created. When a strangled, desperate moan came from his lips at her last squeeze she knew what she wanted to do.

She bit her bottom lip and pulled her neck away from his mouth, a mischievous glimmer in her eye.

Liv pushed him back, watching his face as she hopped off the counter and backed him into the same wall he'd just had her pinned to moments ago, and dropped very suddenly to her knees. Josh's eyes flashed almost black as he tangled his hand into her now loose bun, and watched as she popped his button open and lowered the zipper. She grabbed onto the denim fabric at his hips and shimmied them down, just enough so that he was finally exposed to her.