Turbulence - (18+)

20.

GATE B16 SHAY

Atlanta (ATL)-> Denver (DEN)-> New York (JFK)

"This is the final boarding call for Elite Airways Flight 1297 with service to San Francisco." A voice floated through the Hartsfield-Atlanta restroom speakers. "If you are scheduled to be on this flight, please make your way to gate E13 now. Also..."

The remainder of the words came muted as Justin gripped my thighs and moved me up and down his cock. My fingers dug into his skin, his lips covered mine, and just as we'd done so many times before, we fought for control until our bodies finally gave in.

Briefly shutting my eyes, I collapsed in his arms-feeling him softly kiss my lips as I struggled to catch my breath. I didn't want to admit it, but we were getting reckless. Beyond reckless.

Whenever we were in the same city, we met. Same hotel, we met. And God forbid if we ended up in the same airport for more than thirty minutes at a time.

My body now lusted for his touches, my mouth yearned for his tongue, and my pussy throbbed nightly in need for his cock. Sex with him was becoming wild addiction and I never wanted to be cured.

And even now, knowing that we wouldn't see each other again until Sunday when we crossed paths in Dallas, I was feeling something I hadn't felt in a long time: Longing. Genuine longing.

"Shay?" He suddenly looked down at me, his fingers still pressed into the skin of my thighs, his cock still buried deep inside of me. "Can I put you down now?"

I nodded and he slowly pulled me off of him, setting me down onto the floor.

He handed me my skirt and I handed him his tie. I slipped into my blazer and spotted a new, silver and black Audemars Piguet adorning his wrist. My count was now up to eight.

Knowing he was probably going to leave me in seconds, I walked over to the mirror and quickly reapplied my makeup and fixed my blazer. I took out a few wipes and attempted to soak up the scent of sex and sweat from my skin, adding a few sprays of perfume, and then, when I realized he was still staring at me, I turned around to face him.

"Did you know that the average Audemars Piguet watch costs ten thousand dollars?" I asked.

"Shay..." He narrowed his eyes at me.

"I'm just stating a random fact I thought you should know." I stepped back and he walked over to me. "Would you like to know another random fact?"

"Does this fact involve going over our rules again? The one about not asking about shit outside of sex?"

"Every now and then you'll have to talk to me, Justin," I said. "It's what you agreed to give me, so you'll need to start answering my questions."

"I have no problem with talking to you." He pressed me against the sink. "And I'll answer all of your questions, as long as they're within reason."

"And..." I hated how his being so close to me turned me on instantly, how I almost forgot what I wanted to say. "And it wouldn't kill you to continue trying to be civil, to ask me questions for yourself every now and then since you never seem to ask me any."

"I ask you plenty of questions." He looked into my eyes, his gaze heated and dark.

"I ask you if you want me to fuck you against the sink or the wall. I ask you to stop screaming when I bend you over, and I ask you if you're okay after we're done so I can move you off my cock... That's more than civil."

He stepped back and grabbed the handle of his luggage, heading for the door. "See you in Dallas Sunday. C5."

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