Page 10 of 14 Night Tryst

Like you wouldn’t fucking believe.

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Six hoursof our fourteen-hour journey goes by excruciatingly slowly. I’m too wired to actually sleep, so I focus on the spreadsheet in front of me as a distraction, but it’s not serving that purpose in the slightest.

My eyes veer over to Savi curled up in her seat with her Airpods in her ears watching something on her phone. Whatever it is must be something comical because she giggles or laughs softly every now and then. I abandoned working five minutes ago, and I’m just watching her instead. I’ve got this overwhelming urge to move to the seat beside her, pull her into my lap just to see what she’s watching that’s got her laughing and smiling so beautifully.

We still have seven hours left till we land, and I’m running out of things to do to divert my attention from all the uncouth things I want to do to the stunning woman sitting opposite me. After our conversation before, the flirting has eased but has done nothing to diffuse the sexual tension between us.

It’s only four in the afternoon, time is moving at a snail’s pace which is frustrating me even more. My balls are starting to ache and however hard I try I can’t seem to get rid of this fucking erection. Perhaps a quick bathroom break is needed to offload some of this pent-up tautness in my groin. I knock back the second glass of cognac I’ve been drinking and set the empty glass on the table. Savi’s eyes lift from her phone to me when I stand.

Shit.

Don’t look down, Wildfire.

My inner plea barely leaves my mind when her eyes drop to my crotch, and she notices the very apparent bulge in my jeans. The way her eyes widen and glow with need has me fighting off the urge to grin. My cock pulses when she bites her lip and drags her gaze up to meet mine again, her cheeks a pretty shade of pink.

“You’re trouble.” I tell her with a smirk, and she smiles wantonly back at me. Shaking my head I walk off to the back of the aircraft. I can feel her watching me as I walk to the en-suite bathroom in the bedroom.

The bedroom is a decent size with a double bed, built in closet and bathroom with a toilet and walk in shower. Walking into the bedroom, I press one hand to the door after I slide it shut and palm my throbbing cock with the other. My eyes closed and head hung low. A low groan escapes me when a surge of pleasure rockets though me. “Fuck.” I sigh, rocking my hips up into my hand for more friction.

I’m a mess.

I’ve not been this fucked up or out of control over a woman in my life. Jesus Christ, after seeing my raging erection she absolutely knows I’m in here to jerk off.

Alas, a man’s got to do what is necessary, and right now, some release is crucial if I want to keep my most prized appendage. I’m so fucking horny I couldn’t muster up a damn if she walked in here to observe the mess that she’s making of me.

I move into the en-suite bathroom while unfastening the button to my jeans. I tug down the zipper and my cock springs free from its confines, rock hard and glistening with pre-cum. It was a wise choice to not wear any boxers, or the poor fella might have suffocated in there.

Wrapping my hand around my cock I give myself a long, slow stroke and moan inaudibly into my arm braced against the mirrored wall. “Ahh, yes.” There’s no door to the bathroom, so I need to be quiet incase Savi or the flight attendant walk in.

Gathering the saliva in my mouth, I spit on my cock to lubricate it as I tighten my grip and pump my fist faster, watching myself in the mirror.

The two double cognacs I’ve consumed have loosened me up just enough for my mind to effortlessly conjure up images of Savi—not that I’ve ever had trouble with that, but the buzz is adding to the pleasure budding deep in my groin.

“Fuck, fuuuck.” My hips jerk up into my hand and I’m beating myself off faster with the image of her knelt before me, mouth open begging for my cock. “Goddamn, Savi,” I pant, surges of pleasure ripples through me at lightning speed, each stroke and thrust taking me closer to that desperately sought release. I’m so close, so lost between reality and the soul-shaking orgasm I’m building up to. The tip of my cock is exuding pre-cum as my arousal spikes and I’m teetering at the apex of my release.

I’m about to blow my load when I hear a creak from behind me. An involuntary shiver of awareness passes through me. My heart hammering against my ribcage while every drop of blood from my brain is amassed in my cock throbbing in my hand ready to explode, until I look over my shoulder and see Savi leaning against the door frame watching me, her bottom lip clasped between her teeth, eyes brimming salaciously.

Well, fuck.

I stare at her stunned. My mind ensnarled with trying to figure out if she’s real or a figment of my imagination.

“You called?” she purrs sultrily, and my body readily responds. My balls tighten and my cock pulses with elation just by the sound of her voice alone. No, this can’t be real. I’m more inebriated than I thought. She’s definitely a figment that’s been mustered up by my imagination.

Savi takes a step into the en-suite bathroom, and I straighten, watching her guardedly as she sashays toward me. “Savi, what are you doing?”

“What we’ve both been longing to do.” She responds, peering up at me from under her long lashes. She pushes up on her tip toes, her lips a hair apart from my own. “I’m the cause of this problem, so let me take care of it.” I swallow hard, staring into her warm amber eyes while she curls her slender fingers around my wrist and gently pulls my hand from my cock. I draw in a sharp breath when her soft hand closes around my shaft.

“Savi, Christ, what are you doing to me?” I lament, my eyes closing when she brushes her silky lips along my jaw. “This isn’t right.” She strokes me slow and steady, her thumb teasingly brushing against the ridge of my cock, jolts of pleasure fire through me instinctively making my hips jerk into her hand. “Fuck.” I hiss.

“Does that feel wrong?” she whispers tightening her grip and pumping her fist around my dick while she ghosts her lips over mine. “Because you feel so fucking perfect to me,” she nips at my lower lip gently. “Every inch ishardandthrobbingfor me.”

I can’t take it.

I don’t care if she’s real or a figment of my imagination.

I fucking need her.

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