I shoved my carry-on into the overhead compartment. Forcing it in the manner the flight attendant had just warned against. And then settled into my huge, plush first class seat. The airline had overbooked the flight and bumped my coach ticket up. Making it the first time I had ever been pleased with an airlines screw up.
I leaned back against the head rest while the rest of the plane boarded. Dozing through the Captain’s instructions and take off before open my eyes to dig through my purse for the magazine I had brought along. Leaning down to search I caught a glimpse of the passenger that was sitting across the tiny isle.
He had obviously watching me first because as soon as I glanced his way he shot me a gorgeous grin. Realizing who he was, I jerked back slightly, shocked.
He laughed softly and titled his head a little in the endearing way I’d seen from him in countless interviews. Adorable. Fucking adorable. But sexy as hell at the same time. How was that even possible I wondered inwardly?
Before I knew it, he had slid across the aisle to sit in the seat beside me. He leaned in close and whispered “Is it true that all women secretly love bad boys?” intimately, as though I weren’t a stranger at all.
“What?” I couldn’t decide whether his opener was cheesy or unique in a good way.
“Is it true?” He was still so closed to me.
“Um…well, yes. I’d say most of us are at least a little.” I confirmed.
“Are you?” he raised his eyebrows.
“Yeah,” I paused with a little smile. “I am.”
“Okay good. So did you see that there? What I just did?” He asked proudly.
“No.” I laughed. “I guess I missed it.”
“See that?” He pointed to the fasten your seat belts sign that the captain had yet to turn off. “I unbuckled anyway. Then I got really crazy with it and got out of my seat as well.”
He stretched out in his seat slightly. “Yep…I’m pretty much a criminal.”
I laughed again. “Somebody should report you.”
“I think you’re right. Can’t be good for someone like me to be free to roam around with the rest of society.”
“No.” I agreed.” No it can’t.”
“Tell me your name.” He didn’t ask like anyone else in the world…
“Deanna. I know who you are.”
“Of course you do.” He nodded a little. “I’m going to call you Dee.”
We were quiet for a while. But it was an easy, comfortable silence.
Then he moved his had to my thigh, trailing his fingertips against my skin through the silk of my stockings.
A tiny shiver of pleasure rolled up my spine but I reached out to still his hand anyway.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked him, my hand still holding his still by the wrist.
“Whatever I want.” His tone was so matter of fact. As if we’d been over this a million times before and I always gave in, and he was sure today would be no different.
I flung his hand away, “No, you are certainly not going to do…”
“Whatever I want.” He interjected, sliding his hand back to my leg, inching higher.
“Get your fucking hand off of my leg or I will remove it myself, and you don’t want that.” My voice was low, nearly a whisper but I hissed the words like a snake.
This had far from the negative effect on him that I had hoped it would. I noticed his cock, thick and strong, growing harder as it strained against his jeans.
He slipped his hand under my skirt and snapped the black elastic of my garter belt gently. “Oh this is fucking hot, Dee.” He bit down on his lip.
I fought to keep my breath even as his hand roamed my body as if it was his, but it was becoming more and more difficult.
He moved on past my thigh and stroked the inside of my thigh, dragging one finger along my panties.
A tiny smile crept up on his lips as he discovered that the black lace that covered my sex was soaked with my lust for him.
I was losing and this infuriated me.
“I said, get your fucking hands off me.” But I made no attempt to push him away this time. In fact, my legs had parted slightly on their own accord I realized.
He pulled the drenched lace to the side and entered me in one smooth glide. Two fingers stroking the inside of me as his thumb swept against my swollen clit.
A gasp of pleasure slipped past my lips, my head relaxing back onto the seat as I began to move slightly against his hand, letting him fuck me right there on the plane, 5 feet from 200 other passengers.
He smiled again, “See?” he breathed into my ear, flicking his tongue against my earlobe softly, “Whatever I want.”
I shoved him away at this. “You’re a smug little bastard, you know that? Your seat’s right over there,” I leaned over and pointed to it, “Go find it, or sit somewhere else, or go fuck yourself, I don’t care. But you’re not sitting here.”
“Okay Dee.” There was that ego-filled smile again. “I’m going to go sit over there, and you’re going to sit over here, thinking about this,” he slid his hand under my skirt once more and circled my clit for just a second before retracting. “And soon, you won’t be able to stand it. So you’re going to stand up and go to the bathroom and wait. And then, I will follow and do things to you that you will never…ever…forget. But first you’ll have to admit it.”
“Admit what?” I rolled my eyes in annoyance.
“That you want me to make you cum. Those exact words. ‘Justin, make me cum.’ “
He didn’t wait for my response. I watched him as he settled into his seat across the row. He didn’t look back at me even once.
I struggled against the urge to stand and run to the bathroom. I struggled against the urge to cross the row, straddle his lap and let him fuck the hell out of me right there in front of everyone. But this was ridiculous. Who the hell did he think he was? Just because he was gorgeous, and famous, and sexy, and amazing….and. Just because he had known exactly where to touch me, just because he had me nearly cumming in under a minute…just because… I had to stop myself.
I looked over at him, but still he ignored me. His head resting against the seat, eyes closed, hands folded in his lap. Calm and collected. I wanted to slap him. I wanted to fuck him. I wanted to slap him while I was fucking him! What was that? He had me turned inside out.
In the end, he was right, as much as I hated it. And I stood and made my way down the aisle towards the bathroom. Still, he didn’t look my way.
I didn’t flip the lock, just held it closed gently, waiting to allow him to slide the door open. I should have been nervous, but strangely, I was calm.
Bold lettering on the wall read: NO SMOKING IN LAVATORY
I laughed softly, wonder what the rule was on fucking in the lavatory?
Suddenly the door opened with a whoosh as he quickly stepped in and locked the door behind him. Our bodies where pressed so close in the confined space that I could feel the heat radiating from his skin.
“Say it.” His voice was a quiet growl.
“Fuck you.” I was defiant.
He slipped his arm around my waist and sung me around effortlessly, lifting me onto the tiny counter. His mouth, so warm and soft, searched the sensitive skin of my neck. Soft moans of pleasure escaped me as he slid his hand up my thigh at a frustratingly slow pace. His touch left a trail of tingling skin in its wake. He hooked his thumbs under my sodden panties and slipped them off.
He pushed my legs apart and slid to his knees…my pulsed was thudding loudly in my ears as I watched him bring his pouty mouth close to me. So close I could feel his breath falling against my throbbing clit.
He looked up from his place on his knees before me, “Say it.”
“Fuck you.” I repeated, my words shaking with desperate desire.
His soft, pink tongue darted out and lapped at my clit once, and then again. “Say it.” His tone was growing firm.
“Fuck… You.” I raised an eyebrow at him. Calling his bluff. I believed he would do it anyway.
I was wrong. He stood as fisted his hands in my hair, holding me firmly in place as his tongue slipped into my mouth and spiraled against my own.
Reaching down he began to stroke my pussy with unimaginable skill. I had watched him play the piano before, the memory of his fingers gliding up and down the keys flashed into my mind. I remembered wanting to be that piano, even for a few seconds.
He worked my throbbing clit in swift figure 8 motions and I could no longer take it. I began to pull at his belt frantically, tugging furiously, no longer caring that I was without a doubt going to lose this little game of ours.
He dipped his fingers inside of me, teasing my dripping cunt as I fought to free his cock. However, I remained unsatisfied, and continued to ache for his strong shaft to fill me up.
When at last it lay heavy and hard and gorgeous in my hand, I took a second to admire it. Stroking my hand up and down the length of it, trailing my fingers along the smooth round tip.
He watched with that same maddeningly cocky smirk. “Say it Dee.”
When I refused, he removed his dick from my grasp and brought it to my pussy. Dragging the pillowy soft head of it along my clit and satiny lips. Nudging it against the opening that was so hungry for him. Continuing on this way until I was worked into a desperate furious fit, whining and begging like a little girl in a candy shop for him to fuck me.
He pressed his mouth against my neck and breathed into my skin, “Say it Dee…say it.”
“Make me cum Justin!” I begged, finally giving in as I attempted unsuccessfully to pull his cock into me on my own, “Please! Oh god…please! Make me cum Justin.”

When he finally slid into me, I cried out in relief loud enough that I was sure that even the pilots were now on to us. I didn’t give a damn and from the look in his eye, neither did he.
He began to fuck me gently at first, sliding in to the base of his steely shaft and slipping out until only his swollen purple head remained before plunging back into my greedy cunt.
But as my intensity grew, he began to drive into me with greater strength and speed, fucking me senseless as I shamelessly begged for more like the slut I never knew I had been.
“Give it to me Justin!” I squealed, bouncing on his dick as though he were a ride at the fair. “Fuck me harder, come on…harder!” I had never been so out of control. The people seated outside could hear, I knew, and it turned me on even more.
“Say it again.” He growled through gritted teeth his cock still plunging in and out of me with amazing force.
He leaned down and took one of my nipples into his mouth as I begged him once more to make me cum. He bit down gently as I drew his head in closer.
Orgasm ripped through me, intense waves of ecstasy roaring through me, the walls of my pussy clenching tightly around his cock as I came.
He ripped his dick, still shining with my cum, from me and jerked it hard once, twice, three times as hot, pearly spurts of his milky load landed on my cunt, soaking me with his warmth.
He stood before me, sweaty and spent trying to catch his breath. I reached down, scooped a bit of his creamy cum on the tip of my finger…licking it off slowly, savoring the saltiness.
He watched with rapt attention. “I have an overnight layover in Detroit.” He whispered.
“I don’t.” I replied, my words still a whisper as I basked in the afterglow.
“You do now.” He answered as he helped me down from the counter.