Being trapped in such close quarters heightens every one of my senses, and being forced to be quiet is beginning to take its toll, especially as my climax is nearing by the second, my body beginning to tremble on its fast approach. I can feel a bead of sweat begin to roll along my collarbone as I work hard to contain the euphoria that rips through me. But it’s hard when every touch is more sensitive … when every thrust is more exhilarating … when every subtle kiss has enough power to light up an entire city.
My body is telling me to let go and scream to my heart’s content, but with the plane full of people sitting outside the door of this minuscule cubicle, I have to fight against my natural instincts and keep my pleasurable moans to myself.
After another deep-filled thrust, I let my head fall back against Ashton’s neck as I explode around him, my groans muffled as his fingers clamp harder against my lips. In the midst of my toe-curling, body-trembling, tingled-ridden orgasm, I feel his body clench and still under mine as his own climax hits him, and the fingers that have a firm hold against my hip becomes almost bone-tight.
I choke out with a restrained groan as his teeth graze lightly against my shoulder, his lips clamping down as he comes deep inside of me. Our bodies tremble in unison.
Sated from the intense climax, I turn my head towards him, pressing delicate kisses along his jaw. I can’t help the light giggle that escapes as my body runs hot and cold with pure adrenaline. I think maybe after this he may have cured my fear of flying forever.
“That was …” I try to find the right words but my mind is a jumbled mess after one of the most intense orgasms of my life.
Ashton pivots his head to look at me, his eyes shimmering with a look of adoration, with an added devilish glint. “I know, that was …” I laugh as I realize he, too, has lost the ability to speak and finish a simple sentence. Instead, he brushes his lips against mine before pulling away.
“Come on, now for the walk of shame,” Ashton says, finally able to string some words together. I inwardly groan, knowing the moment we exit the bathroom, everybody is going to know exactly what we’ve been doing.
I clumsily stand, overcome with dizziness for a moment as my world begins to spin, no doubt caused by a mixture of the high altitude and the mind-blowing sex. Ashton follows suit and zips himself up. Then, similar to the way he stripped me from my jeans and panties not even five minutes ago, he gently pulls them back up my thighs and fastens them back into place. My eyes flutter at the way his fingers skim against me as he pulls my zipper up. His slick breath hovers over my ear. “My baby wants more, huh?” His hands rest against my hips, giving a seductive pinch, which, in turn, has my thighs squeezing together. Damn him. He always has my mind in a spin. He chuckles in my ear, causing me to shiver at the impact of his velvety breath. “I love how I can turn you on with a simple touch.”
“Ashton …” I sigh with frustration—sexual frustration, even though I’m still trying to come down from my last climax. It’s scary how much influence this man has on me, how my body can react at the barest of touches.
“Come on. I promise to blow your mind later.”
After cleaning myself up and splashing some water over my face, in a bid to cool the heat that has risen to the surface but doesn’t do a thing to cool me down, we exit the cubicle and I suddenly want the floor to swallow me whole. All eyes are on us. I ignore the stares from the fellow passengers that I can feel searing into us and allow Ashton to guide me to my seat. Once we’re back safely in our seats, I can’t keep the bout of laughter from escaping as I hiss, “Everybody was staring at us.”
Ashton snickers beside me, looking at me with a mischievous smile. “It sure was fun though.”
I roll my eyes. Of course it wouldn’t bother him knowing the entire plane knew exactly what we were doing. Just as I’m about to say something, I jump out of my skin at the sound of the flight attendant and I look up at her like a deer caught in the headlights. Positive she’s going to reprimand us for having illegal sex in the bathroom, she surprises me when she asks, “Can I get you both something to drink?”
I ignore the way Ashton laughs huskily beside me, no doubt laughing at my expense, and let out a breath of relief. “See, I told you that you had nothing to worry about,” he whispers in my ear before popping his head around me and giving the flight attendant a charming smile. “I’ll have a beer, please. Ava?”
“Um, a beer sounds perfect.”
“Two beers please,” he says to the attendant before taking a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet.
Once we’ve been handed our drinks and the flight attendant moves on to the next passenger, I forgo pouring the alcohol into the plastic cup provided and take a desperate gulp of the ice-cold beer straight from the can. After a satisfying drink, I place the can back onto the pull-out tray, feeling relatively calmer than I did five seconds ago. I look at Ashton and my breath catches at the back of my throat at the intensity of his stare. He leans in closer and caresses my cheek with the pad of his thumb. “God, I love you.”
My insides turn to mush and I find myself automatically drawn to him as my lips meet his. Pulling away I lean my head against his, looking straight into his beautiful green eyes. “I love you, too.”
After a long, tender moment, we manage to tear ourselves apart and I take my Kindle out of my purse. I curl up against his warm frame, sighing in content at the way his heart beats steadily against my ear.
I hate flying but he makes my fear less … fearful. And as long as I have him by my side, I’d easily fly to the ends of the earth for him.
Plus, the mile high club is pretty damn sexy. I totally see the fascination now. Although, I’m pretty sure that was the first and last time. I’m not daring enough to risk the punishment.
ONCE WE’VE LANDED AND we’re walking towards the exit, I chuckle when I see an Ashton look-alike holding up a sign that says ‘Asshat & Ava’. Ashton laughs beside me as we near towards his brother, Tyler.
“Nice sign, dickweed,” Ashton says with a smile, humor flickering in his eyes as we finally approach.
“Thought you’d appreciate it,” Tyler says with the customary Bailey smirk. I smile when I look at the uncanny resemblance between the both of them. They have the same dark hair, the same striking green eyes, and the same build. If I hadn’t have known Tyler was thirty like me, I’d have sworn they were twins.
“Come here, man! I’ve missed you.” Tyler brings Ashton in for a brotherly hug, slapping him on the back. When they draw back Tyler’s eyes fall on mine.
“Ava, even more beautiful in person. FaceTime doesn’t do you any justice.” With arms wide open he pulls me in for a hug and I laugh into his chest.
“It’s nice to finally meet you in person too,” I say through my muffled laughter. Since Ashton lives so far away from his family, every week without fail he speaks with his family via FaceTime. They may live hundreds of miles away, but he’s still close to them.
When we let go, I almost lose my footing as Ashton hauls me away from Tyler and places a protective arm around my waist.
“Hands off, she’s mine.” I look up to him and notice the shit-eating grin on his face aimed at his brother.
“Dude, chill. I’ve got my own woman, who I’m marrying in two days. Your girl is safe.” Tyler winks at me and I laugh out loud at the leering glare he receives from Ashton before he takes hold of our suitcase and wheels it behind him. With my hand in Ashton’s we make our way out of the airport, and the moment we step foot into the Texas heat, it feels like I’ve momentarily walked face-first into a brick wall. Holy hell it’s hot. Feeling the droplets of sweat already forming I take off my jacket, but it does nothing to cool me down against the stifling heat. As we walk along the asphalt, Tyler turns to me, laughing lightly as he witnesses me wafting my shirt in a bid to try and keep me cool.