The long flight across the ocean to Europe was one of the most boring trips I had ever been on. I was unusually squirmy and hard to please, turning down every entertainment option I had packed. I was seated in between Rocky and Riker, each of whom seemed to be busy. Rocky was working on another song and Riker had his face buried in a book, his ears covered by his jet black headphones. My leg bounced anxiously as my eyes surveyed my surroundings, trying to find any little thing to take my mind off of the fact that there was still a sizable amount of time left on this ride.
Rocky reached his hand over to my leg, putting pressure on my knee. Under the weight, I was unable to move it. I looked up at him and his eyebrows were raised, a slightly annoyed look painted across his face. "When you do that, it shakes the entire row of seats," he warned me in a whisper.
"Sorry," I groaned quietly. He was always easily agitated when he was sleep deprived and ready to be done travelling. I hated when he was mad, but hated it even more when I had nothing to do. "What are you working on?" I asked him, trying to get him to talk about anything other than the fact that I was inevitably bugging him at that moment.
"I had this idea right as we were boarding," he admitted, his facial expression softening instantly as he looked back down to the notebook on his lap. He drummed the blue ballpoint pen against the arm of the chair as he studied what was already written. "It's not bad. It's just not... there yet, I guess."
"I have an idea that could help you take a break. Maybe it will help you gain a new perspective. Like hitting the refresh button on your mind, if you will." I chewed on the inside of my bottom lip, trying to work up the nerve to say exactly what I was thinking.
"Spit it out, babe," he laughed. The notebook on his lap closed and he slid the pen into the pocket of his jacket. "I could use a new perspective."
"I mean, I don't really want to say it out loud," I whispered. With a quick tilt of my head, I nodded to his older brother next to me. My eyes traveled straight across the aisle to where the rest of his family was sitting. "It's not exactly rated G... or PG... or even PG-13." A slow smirk started to show on his lips. My own lips followed. "I would even go as far as to say that it's past rated R."
"Y/N, what are you doing to me?" Rocky sighed, shifting in his seat to hide his growing erection. It was difficult to do in the skinny jeans he was wearing.
"Follow me in a minute or two. Do not draw attention to yourself," I said with a wink as my hand grazed his inner thigh, not quite where he wanted me to go. I got up slowly and made my way to the bathroom that was out of the direct eye line of his family.
Luckily, the bathroom was not in use. I opened the door and started to pull my shirt up over my head. I looked in the mirror as I tousled my hair, making sure I looked perfect for him. In exactly a minute and a half, the door opened slowly and Rocky walked through, locking the door behind him. "Wow," he gasped, admiring the red satin bra I had on. "I had no idea you wore that today."
I put the toilet seat down and pulled Rocky down to sit on top of it. With expert hands, I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. I was no stranger to this ritual. It was one of my favorite things to do. I could feel the throbbing before I reached into his boxer briefs and pulled out his cock. I gave it a few jerks with a devilish grin as I watched my boyfriend writhe from my touch. "What do you want me to do, baby?" I asked seductively, making sure to keep my voice down.
"Suck it," he commanded, his hands finally tangling into my hair. I licked his length slowly a couple of times before following his order. My lips formed a perfect circle around him as I bobbed. "Oh fuck, Y/N." That was my sign that I was doing my job. Those words and his heavy breathing encouraged me to go faster. I knew what he liked. I forced him as far into my mouth as I could, suppressing my gag reflex for as long as I could. After a few long seconds, I came up for air. "Stop," he growled. "Pants off now."
"But I was just going to--" I started, but the urgency and lust in his dark brown eyes caused me to stop protesting. I stood up quickly and slid my shorts off in one quick motion, revealing red underwear that matched my bra.
"Ride me, cowgirl," he winked as I straddled his lap, my hand reaching below to find his member and guide it into my moist entrance. I slowly lowered myself onto him, feeling him fill me completely until he bottomed out inside of me. After I got used to the feeling, I started to bounce slowly. His hands grasped my ass firmly as he moaned quietly. "Do you like that, sweetheart?" he encouraged.
"Shhh," I whispered into his ear, my pace quickening. I bit his shoulder as I tried to keep my own moans from echoing through the bathroom door. "I'm so close, Rocky," I managed to get out, feeling short of breath.
"Look into my eyes, baby." My head lifted from his shoulder and I rested my forehead on his, our eyes only centimeters apart. "Together?" he asked. I nodded and felt my release, my body spasming as I felt him release inside of me. We sat together, calming down before we decided to get cleaned up and head back to our seats.
"I'll follow after you," I told him, pulling my shorts back on. He nodded and started to reach for the door. "Rocky?" He turned back to look at me, his eyebrows raised quizzically. "You make me feel so good."
He grinned widely. "You are the best girlfriend," he said, shaking his head as he looked at me. "So naughty." And with that, he left.
I straightened my appearance for another minute, making sure that not a hair was out of place, before making my way back to my seat. As I approached, I could hear Riker talking to Rocky. "You were gone for a bit," Riker stated. "Did you eat something bad?"
"Must've," Rocky said with faked sick tone dripping from his words. "Pretty bad place for that, huh?"
Riker nodded and turned back to his book as I took my seat between the brothers. I accidentally bumped his leg, causing him to look back up. "Where did you run off to?" he asked.
"Flying always makes me sick, you know?" I tried to cover up.
His eyes widened as he put two and two together. "Uh huh," he said, shaking his head as he took a drink of water and went back to his own business. He didn't believe a word I said.
Rocky and I exchanged sideways glances, both of us trying to suppress laughter. He mouthed a quick, "I love you," before pulling his notebook out and writing with fervor. I couldn't believe that we had just done that. We were officially members of the mile high club.
