"JC, don't,� you warn.
"Don't what?" he asks, acting oblivious.
His hand rises higher under your skirt and you shiver at the feather light touch on the inside of your thigh. "You know damn well what to not do."
"Oh really,� he asks, smirking a bit, an evil gleam to his eye. He gives your thigh a squeeze. "Do tell me."
You close your eyes to stop yourself from becoming aroused. He knows that his hands are one of your weaknesses and that paired with his voice makes your brain swim. You steady your breathing and will yourself not to get wet.
"JC, we're on a plane," you argue weakly.
"And your point is," he whispers into your ear, his index finger running across the line of your panties.
You stifle a moan and feel yourself getting wet. Shit. Unconsciously you widen your legs a bit and his finger slips inside your panties and runs across your folds, now slick with your arousal.
He groans and leans in, whispering, "Your body is telling me otherwise."
"JC, you can't," you whisper hoarsely. His finger flicks teasingly over your now throbbing clit and you groan softly. "They're are people around."
He gives a low chuckle. His eyes are dark with lust, with want. Want for you. "They'll never know."
His finger runs over your slick folds, tracing your entrance, making you moan again. He turns his head takes a quick to make sure no one is looking before dipping his finger into your heat.
Your hips move a little and you bit down on your lip. "Stop that."
"Stop?" he repeats, moving his finger around before adding another. You groan and squeeze your eyes shut, biting down harder on your lip. He pumps his fingers in and out of you slowly. "Do you really want me to stop?"
"Yes," you whisper.
He pumps his fingers faster, caressing your tight walls, and he curls his fingers to rub against that sweet spot. "Yes?"
"No!" you hiss. "God, JC, your evil!"
He laughs low again and pumps his fingers faster. In and out, again and again. You grip the armrests and your mouth falls open a bit, small gasps and pants escaping. You wiggle in your seat, trying to get him deeper inside you. You can feel your release coming.
He leans over and gives a quick lick on the shell of your ear and whispers huskily, "You're about to come, arent'you?"
You bit down on your lip and nod.
"Nuh uh, I wanna hear you say it," he says, stopping his fingers. "I wanna hear you say you're gonna come."
"Fuck, JC, if you don't keep going I'm NOT going to come," you hiss angrily, your eyes darting to make sure no one heard you. You squirm, wanting him to move his fingers.
He smirks at your compliancy and begins to move his fingers again, faster this time, determined to make you orgasm in front of all the unknowing people. A few more times and you feel your stomach tighten. You begin to pant as your chest rises and falls.
"JC...I'm...I'm gonna..." you pant.
"I know, baby, let it go,� he says. He takes his thumb and presses it against your clit, circling slowly. His fingers curl again and he presses his thumb harder against your throbbing nub, circling fiercly.
Your mouth drops open and you will yourself not to scream as your orgasm rips through your body. He can see that you�re trying to be quit so he leans over and crushes his lips against yours. Your walls tighten as your juices spill over his fingers. You moan softly into his mouth, his tongue matching the thrusts of his fingers. Your thighs start shaking and your whole body shivers. His lips soften against yours and his kisses become less demanding, and his fingers slow.
"I thought I told you not to do that," you say shakily, when he pulls away.
He discreetly pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean, making you wet all over again. "Mmm, but I thought you'd like it.�
Read the companion piece, Getting Even.