Falter

Chapter 29 - london takeover

ELIZA

I adjusted myself in my seat for the nth time and took out the book I've been reading for three hours. I'm actually nervous and the book is just a prop for me not to look like a total loser. I should feel comfortable because we're sitting on the most expensive seats on the plane but I can't help myself. I put down my book and look at Hunter, scrolling through his phone. The stewardess was on the other side and called out.

"Hi! Can I have vodka please?"

The stewardess smiled and nodded to me. "Right away, Ma'am." She scurried off with that graceful sway on his hips.

"Whoa, whoa. Wait right there. Are you really that nervous?"

I put down the book and faced him. Our seats are only inches apart and I can smell his familiar, delicious scent. Faint smell of cigarettes and his favorite cologne.

"Yes. No. I don't know. I've been reading this book for three hours and I'm not past Chapter 1!" I flailed my hands like a drowning child and he just smiled at me. That same smile turned into a chuckle while the stewardess put down my glass of Vodka. I rolled my eyes at him and drank one huge gulp. The same burning sensation calmed my nerves. Hunter's still looking at me funny and I kinda hate him for it.

"You know what El, they're going to love you. Plus, Evee won't ever make you feel nervous, that I promise you."

He leaned towards me and caressed the side of my face. His touch soft in the beginning then his hand grabbed the back of my head, his lips crashing into mine. I gasp. He always makes me gasp. Now I'm all hot and bothered 38,000 feet up in the air. He flipped the blinds on our sliding door and attacked my mouth once again. He twirled a few strands of my hair in his hands and gently pulled them.

"You'll have to be quiet or else..." he whispered.

I looked directly in his eyes. His blues were lust-filled and almost clear while they're intensely staring at me. I definitely look the same, for sure.

"Or else, I'll have to fuck your noisiness out of you again and again..." he moved his long fingers from my bare shoulders, take off my pink off-shoulder blouse, down to my arm then to my legs. I shivered. Not from the AC inside the cabin but the fire-hot need I have for this man. I always succumb to him. Always. His face is inches away from me and I can always smell a faint cigarette and his favorite cologne. He kissed me feverishly and my mouth was already agape just by smelling him. His tongue invaded my mouth like there's no tomorrow. Now, I'm forgetting that we're on a plane and I held onto his hand to stop him. I don't want unnecessary gossip about my personal life over social media. But I look around and the lights are finally off and we're inside a cabin which no one has access to instead the flight stewardess who's retreated until food will be given.

"Stop overthinking..." he nuzzled into my neck, leaving wet kisses down my shoulder. I'm already wet and we're only a few hours into this flight. All I can think about is having sex with him. It's like I'm under a spell once he's around.

"Somebody might see us."

He ran down his hands through the blinds and shut it. "That's what these are for. Now, let me make you comfortable." His hand dipped down my pants and touched the waistband of my panties. I gasped and realized there might be people still awake at this hour and covered my mouth. He smiled showing off his dimples right before he rubbed three fingers through my wet panties. I arched my back while he kissed my neck. This is intoxicating. He is intoxicating. He's everywhere.

"Ahhh..." I moaned through my hand and for a moment, I don't care if anyone can hear us. He ups the pace and I can already feel the pleasure building up in my stomach then he puts the fabric to the side and slid two of his fingers. Hard.