Page 38 of Shared By the Pilots

I opened my mouth to say yes, we probably should stop, but I couldn’t make myself form the words. My body craved Adam too much, and I had been thinking about this in my subconscious every day we’d worked together since our date. I wanted this more than anything.

Our mouths churned together as he unbuttoned his pants and kicked them down to his ankles. Then his fingers were curling under the elastic of my underwear, tugging them down urgently. When he bent back over me, I felt his crown sliding against my sopping entrance. Newer currents of electricity passed between our sensitive parts at this, drawing a moan from my lips.

Adam kissed me harder then put a finger to his mouth.We have to be quiet.

Yet it was difficult to suppress my groans as he guided his throbbing cock into my wet folds. Adam was gorgeous all by himself, and I would have been incredibly turned on regardless of where this took place, but doing this in the overnight bunk on a wide-body 767 made everything so much hotter. Passengers were only twenty feet away. The other flight attendants were wandering around somewhere. We could get caught.

The thought was so scintillating that I wrapped my legs around Adam’s ass and squeezed, pulling him into me. His cock felt like a wide-body too, stretching my inner walls and giving me that delicious ache that came from a man joining me for the first time.

Now I had to bite down on my lip to keep from crying out, and even Adam looked like he was struggling. He rested his forehead against mine, panting softly with the effort of holding back.

Yet as he began to move, we discovered one fatal flaw to our spontaneous coupling: the bunk creaked. When Adam thrust into me, the entire bunk shifted forward andsqueakedon whatever bolts held it into the bulkhead. He slowed down, sliding his cock even slower, yet it caused the same noise—just more elongated.

“You have got to be kidding me,” I whispered.

“Roll over,” he said. “Onto your side.”

I obeyed, and he went onto his side next to me, his cock feeling like an extra thick rod of heat against my bare ass. He guided himself into me from behind, filling me once again in a way that nearly took my breath away.

And this time, thrusting sideways on the bunk, there was no noise.

“There we go,” he breathed into my ear as he began to fuck me. “How’s that?”

I didn’t dare open my mouth for fear that only a cry of pleasure would escape, so I clenched my teeth and nodded vigorously.

Slowly, Adam fucked me on his side. I clenched my eyes shut and savored the way he felt: the bare skin of our legs touching, the fingers curling over my hip and holding onto me like he didn’t dare let go. The drone of the engines surrounded us, concealing all the small noises we made. Adam’s shallow breathing. My soft gasps. The slap of his skin against mine, a little bit louder as he increased his pace.

Then he pushed a little harder into me, and the bunk creaked again. We both tensed, but he continued moving—slower this time. Agonizingly slow, like he was legitimately trying to torture me with his cock. That only increased my desire for him toreallylay into me, to let loose without caring what anyone thought. The temptation to beg him to fuck me harder, to cast aside all cares and worries about getting caught, was strong. The only thing I could think about was how much I wantedhim.

“Sharon, where’s the extra tray I left out?” came a voice outside the bunks.

We both froze.

Footsteps walked down the aisle next to our bunk. I glanced up; the privacy curtain was held to the wall by magnets, ensuring that as little light got in as possible. And ensuring that we remained concealed… as long as nobody pulled open the curtain.

“I didn’t touch it,” Heather, the other flight attendant, replied. “I assumed it was for you.”

While they argued, Adam continued fucking me slowly. So slowly.

“It wasright here,” Sharon insisted. “It was the last chicken meal.”

Adam’s fingers were gripping my thigh possessively, but now they slid a little farther until they touched my mound of pubic hair. The fingertips continued sliding deeper until they touched my swollen clit. I had to bite down on my lip to keep from moaning.

“Ask Adam or Veronica,” Heather said. “Maybe they thought it was theirs.”

I froze at the mention of our names, but Adam was undeterred. He slowly rubbed my clit in a circle while continuing to grind against my ass, cock plunging as deep as it could go.

I felt like a can of soda that had been shaken up so much it was close to bursting. Adam was doing everything possible to make me come, and the more I resisted it, the better he felt. Oh, how I wished we were at home without anyone to hear us, able to tilt back our heads and scream at the top of our lungs.

Yet there was something so deliciouslynaughtyabout doing this in a public place.

I saw a shadow move underneath the privacy curtain, then stopped. I tensed, waiting for Sharon to call out to one of us. If she discovered one of the bunks was empty…

Adam’s fingers pushed harder into my clit. Everything was tingling, and I knew I was close. But the shadow underneath the curtain remained there. I needed her to leave, to go somewhere else so Adam and I could finish what we were doing. Sharon could jump out of the plane for all I cared, so long as she gave us the privacy we so desperately desired.

The shadow moved on, and then I heard Sharon say, “I don’t want to wake them. A passenger probably took it.”

“Happens all the time,” Heather agreed. “They come back here and think they’re welcome to whatever they find. I bet there’s one more up in first class. Let’s go talk to Chase.”

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