Gary and Libby - Take One

Chapter Sixty Nine

  I drag on my dress as quickly as I can and half skip, half walk out of the toilet until I catch up with Gary.
"Ready to board?" He smiles at me innocently, like we haven't just had sex in a toilet somewhere.
"Ye." I smile back at him. Ill play along for a while, just to see what he does.
"Really?" He raises an eyebrow at me. "Sure you've got everything?"
"Everything i need." I shrug. I watch as Gary closes his eyes briefly. Im turning him on again. Bingo.
"Libby. If you dont watch what you say, you're going to find yourself back in that toilet."
"I dont know what your talking about Gray." I smile. "You asked me if i had everything and i just gave you an answer right? That is what you meant isnt it?" Im amazed at how straight ive managed to keep my face.
"Yes." Gary inhales deeply, his chest rising, before he breathes out, a long, steady breath. "Yes, thats what i meant."
I slip my hand into Garys and smile up at him sweetly, as he makes our way back though the airport. Im winning. Fuck yes.

"And you're sure you have everything?" Gary throws me a sarcastic smile as he hands over our tickets.
"Ye." I nod back, not letting the question phase me again.
"Sure?" He raises an eyebrow as he hand slips out of mine and down to my bum.
"Mm-h." I nod again, trying desperately to sound just as adamant as before.
"Sure you're sure?" He gives my bum a playful squeeze, twisting me round and pulling me infront of him.
"Yes." I gulp, grateful he can no longer see my expression.
"I think you might be lying to me Libby..." Gary mutters against my neck. I feel his hands draw their way up my thighs. Hes pulling my dress up. NO! He wouldnt would he? He doesnt stop, hes pulling it dangerously close. Okay. enough is enough.

"Give me them back Gary." I hiss suddenly. His hands instantly drop from my thighs as he smiles politely and guides me forwards.
"Give you what Baby?" He smiles naturally again. Fucking bastard.
"You know what!" I hit his arm playfully, but throw I'm a dirty look as we take out seats on the plane.
"Ask for them. Tell me what you want. " He bites his bottom lip. Dirty pervert.
"I just did." I whisper, not partially wanting the air hostess to overhear the conversation.
"No." Gary takes a sip of newly poured champagne. "Tell me, what you want."
I bite the inside of my cheek. I know his game. Well Barlow. Two can play at this.
"Give my back my pants Gary." I raise an eyebrow at him, making a move for his pocket, but hes too fast and grabs hold of my hand.
"Mm-h." He bites his bottom lip as he pretends to think. "No."
"No?" I fold arm under my chest.
"No." Gary repeats. His eyes are wild and hungry. "I quite like the thought of you sat here, getting wet without and pants on..."
Oh my fucking God. He didnt say that. He did not just say that did he? Not in public.
"Why?" The bastard carries on speaking when i dont say anything. I think my jaw has hit the floor. "...Dont you?"
"No." I breathe, trying to sound disapproving, but that one really failed. "You appal me."
"I know." He grins at me, that lopsided thing. "Im a dirty bastard."

I gasp loudly, louder than i mean to, when Gary squeezes the top of my thigh.
"You cold?" He looks at me with an innocent smile.
"No." I furrow my brow, whats he on about?
"Say yes." Gary looks at me deadpan, i throw him a puzzled look. "Just say yes." He repeats, sternly.
"Yes?..."I shrug my shoulders, what the hell is he playing at?
"Good." Gary leans forward and pulls a blanket out from under the seat with one hand, the other still firmly gripping the inside of my thigh over my dress. I try my best to ignore them. "Here." He smiles, spreading the blanket over my lap. "You're look tired."
Hes been so odd. Whats he playing at?
"I am?" I half question, "We've been up since what time..."
"Come here then." Gary wraps he spare arm around my shoulder and pulls me into his chest. Hes too warm and comforting to argue with anymore, so gradually i just find myself, drifting off to sleep.

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"Mmh Gary." I groan softly. Hes hard. So hard.
"Ssh, Baby." Gary whispers onto my neck, "Sshh."
However i cant help but moan, hes making me feel too good not to do anything.
"Libby Shhhh...."

My eyes flutter open as i wake from my rather, well, inappropriate dream.
"Sssh, Baby." Garys lips are against my ear. What? I am definitely awake aren't i?Yes. Yes you are. My hand is on something, something hard. I feel my heart skip a beat as i look down. Its Garys thigh. Just his thigh, okay. Jesus Libby.
I groan again. What? Where did that come from?
"Libby. Be quiet." Gary growls. I feel something press at my entrance. Fuck.
"Gary stop." My breath comes out laboured as i realise just exactly what his game was.
"No." He moves his head away slightly and grins at me, running a finger along my entrance.
"Fuck." I breathe again, practically panting. "How long have you been doing this?"
Gary shrugs innocently. "About ten minutes?"
"You're a fucking pervert Gary." I hiss. He just beams back at me, before hunger clouds his eyes. "Am i?"
I think i draw blood from my bottom lip as Gary pushes a long finger inside of me.
"Am i really a pervert?" He repeats, grinning at me as he pulls his finger out before sliding it back in.
"Stop." I choke as quietly as i can.
"No." He pouts, pushing in a second finger.
I throw my head against Garys strong shoulder and screw my eyes shut, trying not to moan.
"Well, we've go to do something to entertain ourselves havent we?" I literally hearGarys grin. I make a move to cross my legs, but he just reaches his over hand across and hold my thigh firmly.
"Dont make a fuss." He hisses, "I dont want people noticing."
"Well stop then!" I half choke back.
Gary just ignores me and begining to move his fingers. I think i squeal slightly when his thumb brushes me.

"I cant hear you protesting." Gary mutters after a while. Hes right. Im not. I dont have the energy, i wouldnt be able to open my mouth without moaning so im just concentrating on my laboured breaths, besides, this feels way to good to stop him now.
"Thought so." Gary smiles satisfied. Hes pumping his fingers into me now, hard and fast, bit somehow so subtle that no-one seems to notice. I cant cope with this anymore, i cant take it.
"I better be repaid for this." I feels his hot breath on my neck as he growls against me.
I just bite my lip in repose and shake my head slightly.
"No?" He breathes, moving his fingers faster. "No?"
"No..." I breathe, trying to absorb all of this feelings. Garys fingers move faster, his thumb still working around me.
I feel my back arch slightly as my body draws closer still.
"Dont come Libby." Gary lowers his lips to my ear, his teeth grazing me as he speaks.
I moan quietly, my stomach muscles pulling tighter still.
"I said dont come." The bastard. The fucking bastard. He knows what hes doing, ill give him that.
I cant hold on any longer and arch my back suddenly in the seat as i reach my climax, whimpering ever so slightly as i convulse around Garys fingers.

"Naughty..." He mutters, pulling his fingers out of me as i try to regain composure. He leaves his hand underneath the blanket, squeezing my thigh once more.
"I hate you." I mutter breathlessly, i have no energy, so i just let my head drop back down onto Garys shoulder.