It’s only when we break apart that I realize we’re thousands of feet in the air and I was so lost in our kiss that I didn’t even register the take-off. He notices the way I take a calming breath and just like last time, he whispers, “You’re welcome.”
I giggle as I brush my lips to his, unable to resist the intoxicating taste. “I remember now.”
“Hell yeah you do.”
Once the seat belt sign turns off, his mouth lingers over my ear, the very sensation causing me to tremble with goose bumps. “You trust me, right?”
I turn my head to look at him, squinting with intrigued confusion, a small smile lifting along my lips. “Um … yeah,” I say a little hesitantly, trying to figure out what he’s got up his sleeve. I’m guessing it’s something naughty by the way his eyes flare with arousal.
“Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes.” My eyes double in size as he slides past me and heads in the direction of the restroom. Meet him in the bathroom in two minutes? Oh my God. He wants to join the mile high club? Is he serious? Holy shit. We can’t have sex in the bathroom.
“Ashton,” I hiss out, desperately trying to get his attention so I can get his horny ass back down on the seat. I hear him chuckle, but he ignores me and continues towards the bathroom until he’s out of sight. A laugh escapes as a bout of excitement surges through me, and lust begins to heat its way through my body at the thought of having sex in a public yet very confined space. We can’t have sex in the bathroom. Can we?
I spend the next two minutes fidgeting nervously in my seat, inwardly compiling a pros and cons list of joining the mile high club, but the way the blazing heat between my legs becomes more intense—scorching almost—I find myself swaying more towards the pros to give a crap about the cons. Trying to find the courage to stand, I peek my head over the seats and when I don’t see a single flight attendant in sight, I sheepishly rise to my feet and hurriedly head towards my fiancé. When I reach the door, my eyes frantically dart around me as I begin to have second thoughts. I almost turn back around to return to my seat, but when I see that the coast is clear, and no curious eyes are on me, I push through the hesitation and quickly make my way inside the cramped bathroom. I lock the door behind me before turning to face an amused Ashton, our chests colliding with one another’s since the space around us is constricted.
“Took your time, didn’t you?” he whispers before pressing a sensual kiss against my lips. I bring my fingers up to his hair and melt into the kiss. After a brief moment, I tear my lips away from his. “I had to check that the coast was clear. I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I giggle with disbelief, trying to keep my voice low. A flash of excitement soars through me at the anticipation of what we’re about to do, especially with how close we are, and even after all this time, his nearness still does crazy things to me. Even in this tight, compact bathroom. Ashton sees the sudden flare in my eyes, and in a smooth move he glides his hand over my ass and lifts my leg, hooking it around his hip, grinding his hardness against me, showing me just how turned on he is.
“You’re so sexy when you’re horny,” he growls under his breath, his words almost causing me to combust at the way his southern twang slides effortlessly over the words.
“Ashton …” I moan as he nips at my lips with his teeth.
“Turn around,” he demands with a circle of his hips, eliciting a moan to slip from my mouth at the way his cock grinds against me. My insides clench with desire and I find myself doing as I’m told; maneuvring my body in the tight space until I’m facing forward, ignoring the slight pain that jolts against my hip as I bump into the sink. He caresses the spot where I banged myself, and continues his pursuit around my hip until he’s reached the zipper on my jeans. Just as he’s undone the top button, doubt begins to seep in my mind and I turn to face him, bumping my hip for a second time.
“Ouch. Ashton, we can’t do this, not in here. What if we get into serious trouble? I don’t like the idea of having a criminal record because I wanted to screw my fiancé in the plane’s bathroom.” He bursts out laughing, and I have to slam my hand over his mouth to silence him.
“Ssh, I’m serious,” I hiss out before I remove my hand from his mouth.
“I love when you get all angsty about things. It turns me on.” I scowl at him, which only makes him laugh again, but this time a lot quieter. “We’re child-free this weekend, and if Lily were here we wouldn’t be able to be so reckless. Live in the moment with me, Ava. Let’s join the mile high club. I know you want to.” He wiggles his eyebrows and I can’t keep the smile off my face.
“We’re in here now, and the moment we walk out of here, everybody is going to think we had sex anyway, so we might as well just have sex.” He pulls me closer to him and my breath hitches when I feel his fingers brush against my jean-clad pussy, burrowing his fingers deeper against my mound. “I can imagine you’re dripping already. Soaked for me.” His fingers move from my pussy, away from the pool of wetness I can feel gathering in my panties, to my zipper. “Baby,” he drawls as he drags the zipper down. “Let me make love to you. Please … let me feel you riding my cock.”
My eyes flutter and I’m unable to supress the moan that escapes my lips at his words. “Ashton?” I whimper, and his signature smirk sinks into place. He knows he’s got me wrapped around his little finger. He knows I’m unable to resist his charm. It’s the reason why I fell in love with him in the first place.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Fuck me … now.”
His fingers—which have now moved to my hips—tighten their hold. His eyes are a blaze of pure fire. “My pleasure, ma’am.” He pushes my jeans and panties over my hips and down my thighs until they’re around my ankles. He roughly spins me around, and the palms of my hands slam against the door, leaving me utterly breathless as I try to gain momentum of my balance. I love it when he takes charge. It’s so damn sexy. After everything I went through, it took me a long time to push through the comfort barrier of our sex life, but eventually, with Ashton’s unconditional love, I began to love my body again, and the moment my confidence returned, so did my sex drive. Ashton is incredibly sexy and my libido knows it. It’s the reason why I followed Ashton to the bathroom, and why we’re moments away from joining the mile high club.
I gasp as his hand slaps my ass. I turn my head to look at him just as he’s taking his beautiful, long cock from the confinements of his jeans, and I’m unable to drag my eyes away from his impressive length. He gives himself a few gentle strokes before he gets comfortable on the closed toilet seat, a wicked grin on his face. He drops his cock from his hand, and with unruly impatience he takes me by the waist and pulls me down on top of him. A loud shriek leaves my lips as I’m impaled on his cock and his hand slams over my mouth as he chuckles huskily in my ear.
“Ssh, baby, we gotta keep quiet.” I moan as the sensual feeling heats through me and the urge to ride his cock increases. I lift myself off his lap before dropping back down on him, hard, and we both groan out at the heavenly feeling that shudders through us. Ashton takes my earlobe into his mouth, tugging slightly against the flesh with his teeth. “I won’t last thirty seconds if you keep doing that. Fuck, that was hot,” Ashton whispers. I smile around his fingers that are still forcefully on my mouth as I raise my body from his cock before slamming myself back down on him.
“Ashton …” I whimper as the feeling of him buried deep within me electrifies me to my core. I rock against him, and soon enough we get into a quick rhythm.
I feel his lips on my neck, sucking against my skin as he rams inside me, meeting me for every thrust. Each thrust tears through me and as I feel the peak of my arousal nearing, a heat begins to fill my veins, so unbearably hot that I almost forget the fundamentals of how to breathe. Ashton’s ragged breath isn’t much better, but the warm air blowing sensually against my neck sends electrifying chills along the ridge of my spine.