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“You’re going to pass out if you don’t get oxygen.”
We’re flying first class, but I’m too terrified to enjoy it. When something soft hits my lap, I pop my eyes open to see Mason’s placed the fleece blanket over me.
“It’s chilly in here,” he says with a wink.
No, it’s not. I’m burning up because I’m so nervous.
The plane dips for a second, and I squeak in panic. I grip his forearm and dig my nails in. “What was that?”
“Just getting past some clouds, baby. Don’t worry.” He holds my hand under the blanket, rubbing my knuckles soothingly.
I suddenly get a horrible, bad, brilliant idea. “Distract me?”
Mason’s eyebrows rise to his hairline.
The panic squeezing my throat makes me squeak, “Please?”
He looks around to see if anyone’s coming, then repositions himself. I spread my shaking legs apart enough for him to have access to my body.
“Unbutton your fly for me, Princess.”
That requires me to unclench my hands, which isn’t happening. “I can’t let go of you.”
His facial features soften. “Okay. Hang on.” He quickly maneuvers my shorts down for me. “Stay quiet, okay?”
I squeeze my eyes shut again and nod. The plane tilts and I swear I feel like I’m going to fall out of the fucking window. “Mason.”
“It’s okay. We’re just turning around to get on course.” He sits forward and leans towards the window, his big body blocking us from the aisle. Then he slips his finger into my pussy and slowly fingers me. I’m not wet enough. I’m too scared for this. Mason notices the problem and pulls out. “Open that pretty mouth for me.”
I unlock my clenched jaw, and he puts his fingers in between my lips. Twirling my tongue around his digits while my stomach roils. I feel dizzy.
“That’s my good girl.” He gets back under the blanket again.
“It’s a pleasure to have you with us again, Mr. Finch.”
My eyes fly open. The airline attendant stands next to us with a tray of filled glasses. “May I offer you two some champagne?”
Mason doesn’t turn to address her. “You thirsty, Princess?” He shoves a slick finger inside me and I gasp.
“N-no.”
“We’re all good, thank you.” He plunges into me again while I stare awkwardly at the airline attendant. She looks down at the blanket, then back at me.
I’m immediately wet.
“If you change your mind, just let me know.” She heads to the next person in front of us and Mason presses his palm to my clit. I can’t take my eyes off the attendant. When she flicks her gaze in our direction again, Mason plunges into me deeper. My breath catches.
Her knowing what we’re doing, us in a very public space, the adrenaline I have from the plane going higher, the scent of his cologne, heat of his touch, his closeness, his attention, my desperation to hold on to him for however long I can…
My orgasm blows my anxiety away. Tipping my head back, silently screaming with my mouth wide open, the only noise I let slip is a moan when he drags the last few pulses of release from me. Pulling his hand out, Mason sucks both fingers clean and looks at his palm that’s also glistening. With a wicked smile, he drags his long tongue across it and cleans that off, too.
“Better?”
“I feel like I’m floating.”
Mason chuckles and tucks me closer to him. “Try to get some sleep, Princess. We’ll be home soon.”
Home.