Don't

17

The two of you had boarded the flight in first class, somehow Chris had managed it so you were seated next to him. It would be late in the evening when you both made it to Boston, but for time being you made yourself comfortable as the plane leveled out. The inflight movie was playing, not sure what, you were thinking over the last couple of days making sure you hadn't stepped over any of his boundaries.
Chris hadn't let on that you had but you wanted to be sure. He tapped you on the shoulder bring you back to the present. You looked over at him, he had a mischievous glint in his eye.
"Give it couple minutes and go to the bathroom." He whispered as he leaned over to you, he then stood and walked away.
He left you sitting there, eyes slightly widen. Surely he was not going to do what he was insinuating. Slowly you rose to your feet and calmly walked down the isle, trying to ignore the fact it felt like your entire body was trembling. You walked up to closed bathroom door, and looked around making sure no one was watching as you knocked lightly.
Chris opened the door and pulled you in sharply, closing and locking the door behind you. His lips were on yours in an instant, his hands grasping onto your hips firmly. He broke away from your lips and spun you so your face was pressed the wall.
"Chris, what if someone catches us?" You whispered as you felt him snake his arm around your waist finding the zipper on your jeans.
"Shhh, we'll make it quick, I just want to feel you." He growled, as his fingers made quick work shoving your pants and underwear to the floor.
"Chris." You breathed, his free hand covered over your move shushing any other protest you might of had.
Slowly he slipped one of his fingers from his free hand between your slit finding the nerves he was looking for. He started rubbing heavy circles on you, making you wet almost immediately. Your breath hitched in your throat as you tried to grab onto something, his fingers knowing how to work you bring you to the edge with little effort.
You let out a soft whine when the pleasure he was bringing you disappeared, you could feel him shift around behind you. Slowly you turned your head, looking at him over your shoulder. Chris was shoving his sweat pants and boxers down to his knees, his hard rock arousal spring free.
Still holding onto your mouth he pulled your hips back with his hand, he bit his bottom lip as he looked down at your wet center.
"Tell me this doesn't turn you on, baby girl." He whispered, lining up with your entrance, and as much as you wanted to say no, the idea of being caught like this sent a thrill through you.
He snapped his hips into you, driving hard into you, your core clenching around him. You let out a stifled moan as he pulled back slowly, dragging the head of cock delightfully deep inside you. He snapped his hips forward again, pushing you into the wall, his fingers finding their way back your clit.
Chris bit back his own moan as he continued to drive himself deep in You, hitting you at a new angle then he has yet to before. His fingers and cock working together, bring you closer to the edge, as the entire flight was completely obvious.
"I'm going to let go of your mouth, you be good, baby girl, and not make a sound." He growled quietly, slowly removing his hand.
You bit down on your lip, feeling the intensity coiling down in your core as he bucked into you. His spare hand slipped up the front of your shirt, pushing under your bra. Chris found your nipple, he pinched it between his fingers and rolled the sensitive bud. You screwed your eyes tight and repressed the whimper that threaten to escape from you.
"Fuck, baby. I can feel you, come on." He whispered between heavy breaths, with one more hard snap you felt your knees buckle.
Chris moved his hand from your clit, tighten his hold around your waist and drove into you hard one last time. He stilled his body as you felt him throb inside of you, you own walls contracting around him. Slowly he rocked back, and then slid forward, breathing heavy as allowed the last remain wave of pleasure wash through both you.
"Fuck." He breathed, slowly pulling out.
Chris reached down and pulled your underwear and pants back up. You turned to face him, seeing the sweat the had gathered on his brow. He leaned in a kissed you softly, tucking a loose strand of hair back out of you face. He smiled as he broke the kiss leaning his forehead against yours.
"Chris, I've never done that." You whispered, your heart hammering in your chest, your fingers trembling as you splayed them across his muscular chest.
"Welcome to the mile high club, baby girl." He jested softly, he grasped ahold of the door, flicking the lock and opened it for you. "I'll be in a minute."
You walked back to your seat, no body paying attention to you. Even though it felt like everyone surely had to of heard, or known what the two of you had done. Slowly you sat in your seat, crossing your legs.
Chris came back to his seat and sat down, looking like nothing had happened. The man always seemed to ooze confidence, he opened his phone flipping through text messages like having sexual experience in the plane bathroom didn't take place.
"So when we get back to Boston I have to go to my sisters house, it's her birthday today." Chris told you nonchalantly.
"Do you think you can drop me off on your way? I took a cab to the airport when I left." You asked, looking of at him, he raised his eyes to meet yours.
"Of course I can, you're on the way to her house anyway." He smiled. "Though I'd still take you home even if you weren't."
"Thank you." You leaned back, getting comfortable again allowing your eyes to close. Slowly you drifted off, not realizing Chris had his hand rested on top of yours on the arm of the seat. His fingers gently curled under your palm.