Outrageously in Love by Jen Morris

4

Iclose my eyes and submit to the desire sweeping through me. I cannot believe I’m kissing a stranger on an airplane, but I can only blame Harriet 2.0.

Luke turns me and nudges me up against the counter, angling his head to deepen the kiss. When I part my lips, I feel his tongue lick against mine and fire burns hot through my veins. I’m overcome with the urge to jump up onto the counter and pull him between my legs, and that’s when I remember that we’re in public. A flight attendant could come back here at any moment. Shit, would we get in trouble?

I spy the bathroom door over Luke’s shoulder and before I know what I’m doing, I take his hand and lead him towards it, slipping inside and turning back to face him. He hesitates in the doorway, eying me, and I wonder if I’ve gone too far.

I mean, what the hell am I doing? My pulse is ringing in my ears, my body is vibrating with adrenaline, my thighs are squeezing together with want. I don’t even recognize myself.

But after a quick glance down the aisle, Luke steps into the space and shuts the door, locking it. The dim light pings on and he turns around, his gaze colliding with mine. And in that shared moment of understanding, everything shifts into high gear.

Our mouths crash together. He kisses me with a new kind of hunger, biting down on my bottom lip, tasting me. My hands move over his back, feeling the firmness of muscle under cotton. I tug at the bottom of his shirt, loosening it from his pants. I’m not sure how long we have and I don’t want to waste a second.

“God, you’re hot,” he growls, dragging his mouth over my neck and raising a hand to cup my breast. His fingers tighten on my nipple through my dress and goosebumps race across my skin.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” I whisper back with a giggle. I slide my hands up the front of his shirt and grope for his buttons, dying to see his body, to touch him. I’ve never needed to touch someone so badly in my life.

“Shit.” Luke draws back, his forehead pinching. “I don’t have a condom.”

Disappointment is a sharp, jagged tear right through me. Of all the times to not have a condom—

Wait.

I reach into my bra and fumble awkwardly, praying it’s still there, that I didn’t lose Steph’s silly gift, that—

Jackpot!

I whip the square wrapper out of my bra and present it to him with a laugh. I’m about to explain that my friend gave it to me as a joke, but stop. It’s pretty on-brand for my new self to carry a condom in her bra. Steph will die from shock when I tell her I’ve actually used it.

Luke takes the condom with a surprised grin. It’s the sexiest lop-sided smile I’ve ever seen. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

I look at him like he’s crazy. As if I haven’t been clear enough. As if I’m going to say No, take your sexy forearms and leave. “Fuck, yes. Now come back here.” I grab his tie, tugging him towards me.

His eyes darken and he lets me pull his mouth back onto mine, groaning when our tongues meet. God, he tastes good—like whiskey, but also like, well, I can’t even describe it. Like sex. Like I just want to fuck his brains out.

I don’t think I’ve ever had that thought in my life. I must be losing my mind.

My fingers grasp at his tie and he takes over, untying the knot without removing his lips from mine. Finally his shirt is open and I slip my hands inside, over the patch of hair across his chest, onto his muscular shoulders still tucked inside his sleeves. I haven’t touched a man in a long time, and I haven’t touched a man this beautiful, ever. I can’t get enough.

My lips move along his stubbly jaw, down his neck, onto the smooth, hot skin of his shoulder. I pause when I notice the edge of a tattoo on his bicep, a curved pattern disappearing into the sleeve of his shirt. Before I can ask what it is, he drops his hands to my butt and pulls me up against him. I can feel how hard he is, and need blasts through me, obliterating all other thoughts.

He slides my dress up, his hand brushing against my inner thigh, and I whimper helplessly. When his fingers slip inside my underwear, he moans at how ready I am for him, so soon. I think I have been since I sat down in my seat nearly three hours ago.

He tugs my underwear off and lifts me up onto the sink. I bang my head against the wall in the tiny space, and we both pause, breathless, waiting for someone to pound on the door and tell us to stop. When that doesn’t happen, he captures my mouth with his again.

I undo his belt and let his pants fall, digging my hands into his boxer-briefs and smiling when I feel the rigid length of him. As I slide my hands up and down, a guttural sound comes from his throat. My touch spurs him on and he thrusts into my hand, moving his thumb in little circles over the sensitive spot between my legs. No one has done that to me before and the sensation is unbelievable. I bite down onto his shoulder, quivering against him.

“Do you like that?” His voice is rough against my ear and I can only nod, I’m so dizzy.

I have to have him. Now.

I draw away and gaze at him desperately. “Please,” I whisper, and he gives me a filthy grin as he tears the condom wrapper open with his teeth. He slides his boxer-briefs down and I devour him with my eyes, watching as he rolls the condom on and feeling like I’m about to starve to death in front of a feast if he doesn’t hurry up.

He bunches my dress over my hips and I wrap my legs around him. Pleasure pours through my bloodstream when he sinks into me, and I tug him by the shoulders, inviting him deeper. We share a moan as he fills me to the hilt, then draws back to drive into me again, harder.

“Fuck,” he growls, kissing into my neck. “Fuck, Harriet.” He takes hold of my calves and leans his upper body away from me, his gaze dropping between us to the meeting of our bodies.

I glance down too, and— “Oh my God,” I breathe, watching him slide in and out of me, marveling at the way it feels, the way it looks. I’ve never seen anything so hot in my life.

Luke brings his thumb to his tongue and licks it, lowering it between my legs. He keeps it there as he builds up his pace, watching me through half-lidded eyes. “You’re amazing,” he rasps, his thumb swirling in just the right spot.

Holy hell. The way he’s touching me like that—the way he’s fucking me like he has to give me everything now because we’ll never see each other again…

I dig my fingernails into his arms as heat wraps around my spine and builds below my navel. The feeling is so good I have to fight a scream. It’s a relief when he covers my mouth with his again, containing the animalistic sounds escaping from my throat. I forget that I’ve ever had sex before, because this is unlike anything else I’ve experienced. This is… this is…

Something urgent and instinctive grips my core, increasing in intensity, until it feels like I’m going to break. It takes me a moment to realize what’s happening, and I can’t believe it—

My mind stops working as waves of pleasure crash through me and stars explode behind my eyes. For a split second I’m out of my body—I’m just bliss and ecstasy and perfection. I’m nowhere and everywhere at once. Then I drop back into my skin, shuddering against Luke and gasping for breath.

“Ohhh fuck,” he groans, his body tensing as he slams deep. His face contorts with release and I try to mentally record it, so I can watch it back over and over again.

He’s still for a moment, his chest heaving against me. Then he cups my face and draws my mouth back to his, brushing his lips over mine. “That was… wow,” he murmurs, gazing at me intensely. “You really are adventurous, aren’t you?”

I giggle, trying to process what has just happened. Did I really just have the best sex of my life—the first orgasm of my life—in an airplane bathroom with a stranger?

We stay frozen, neither of us daring to move. We’re suspended in time and space, the only two people on the planet, gazing at each other in disbelief at what we’ve done, at how earth-shattering it was.

A loud rap on the door breaks the spell and we spring apart. “Please return to your seat, we’re preparing to land,” a curt voice says.

I glance at Luke wide-eyed, panic simmering in my stomach. He raises a finger to my lips.

“Alrighty,” he replies through the door in a casual tone.

We scrabble around for our clothes, trying not to bump into each other in the cramped space. Everything feels suddenly awkward; me pulling on my underwear, him discarding the condom and yanking his pants back up, hastily buttoning his shirt and redoing his tie.

He drags a hand through his hair and looks at me again. “You should, uh, wait here for a few minutes. You know, so it’s not obvious.”

I nod, wondering how on earth I’m going to face him when we’re back in our seats.

He gazes at me for another second, then slips out of the bathroom. I’m left standing there, my heart beating wildly and my head spinning, reeling with astonishment over what I’ve just done.