Life With Hunter Hayes (Imagines)

Mile High (Bonus)

It had been well over a month since you and Hunter had had sex, a first in your entire relationship. It wasn't that you were having any marital problems, just that neither of you seemed to have a chance to be together for long, and when you were, both of you were exhausted. You were still happy together, but definitely sexually frustrated. Lots of longing looks were shared during this time. It was torture.

Finally, the two of you were able to schedule a quick, last minute weekend away. You were in the bedroom, quickly packing a bag when he came up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you close as he kissed your neck. You sighed happily into his embrace, leaning your head back against his shoulder. He softly brushed your hair out of the way, giving him better access to the sensitive spot below your ear. You spun around to face him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck as his hands gripped your hips, reaching to cup your ass.

You kissed him deeply, tongue running over his lips until he opened up, his own tongue latching onto yours hungrily. You couldn't help but moan into the kiss, starved for his touch. Just as his hands slipped underneath your shirt, calloused fingers grazing your skin, an alarm you had set on your phone went off in your back pocket.

You both jumped in surprise, and you quickly scrambled to turn off the unpleasant noise. He immediately went in to kiss you once more, but you stopped him, reluctantly pulling away. "Sorry baby, that's our cue to go to the airport."

"Let's just stay home," he muttered huskily in your ear, causing you to shiver.

You shook your head. "No way. We had to pay extra to get a last minute flight. I'm not letting that money go to waste. Besides, we'll have all weekend I promise!"

You finished shoving items into the bag as he sighed in sexual frustration. Before too long, you were ready to go, taking a taxi to the airport. All the while, Hunter stuck pretty close to you, his hands never too far from delicately touching whatever part of your body he could reach, even after going through TSA. It was driving you crazy with need, but you didn't want to miss the flight, so you tried to act unbothered.

The two of you were sat toward the back of the plane, luckily not having to share a row with any other passengers. You browsed the cheesy, airplane shopping catalog mindlessly. Beside you, your husband bounced his leg impatiently, almost anxiously. As the seatbelt light was turned off, his hand found your thigh, trailing up higher with urgency. You tried to seem unaffected, but unconsciously crossed your legs tightly. Hunter removed his hand when a flight attendant came by, only for it to return as soon as she was out of sight. This was going to be a long flight.

After a while, his impatience turned to restlessness, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Baby I can't wait any longer. I need you," he whispered, voice low as his hot breath hit your ear.

You couldn't help but shudder at his words, suppressing any further reaction. "There's witnesses. What do you expect me to do?"

"Come meet me in the bathroom. I'll go first, and you follow in like two minutes when the coast is clear. Knock like this so I know it's you," he quickly demonstrated a rhythmic knock on the arm rest, looking back at you excitedly. "And if you don't come by in fives minutes, I guess I'll...take care of it myself."

Without giving you a chance to respond, he unbuckled his seat belt and stood, quickly shuffling to the small plane bathroom and shutting the door behind him. No one else on the plane seemed to notice him leaving. You froze in your seat, unsure what to do as you weighed your options. On one hand, you knew this would be a relief to both of you and a great way to kick off a romantic weekend getaway. But on the other, were you really so desperate for him that you would follow him into a tiny, potentially disgusting bathroom and risk having people hear?

Your answer came to you as you stood from your seat, looking over your shoulder to see if anyone noticed you as you approached the bathroom. Not even the flight attendants paid you any kind. You knocked on the door just as he had shown you, and the door was almost immediately opened for you as he dragged you inside.

You were surprised the area seemed decently clean, but to call the small space cramped seemed generous. Both of you could barely fit within the space, mere centimeters separating you two. Before you could think twice, his lips were on yours, kissing you hungrily as body heat radiated off of him. You immediately melted into his kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

His fingers fell to your jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper in his haste before tugging them and your underwear as far as he could reach. His thumb brushed over your clit, causing you to whimper and a smile to come to his face. He pressed his hand against the bundle of nerves, the pressure causing you to moan softly. "God baby I've missed hearing you moan," he grinned before attaching his lips to yours again.

Normally, there was a lot more foreplay involved with you two, but the lack of space severely limited any possibilities. He quickly undid his pants, once again only able to pull any articles of clothing down far enough to fit the purpose. He pushed you up against the counter, lifting one of your legs to get a better angle. He slowly but eagerly guided himself into you, biting his lip hard to keep from crying out. For a moment, the two of you sat there, drinking in the feeling of being as close as you could be for the first time in what felt like years.

Hunter began thrusting up into you, at least as much as he could in the confined space. He started off slow and hard, pace only increasing as he grew more desperate for you. His hand clamped over your mouth to muffle any sounds threatening to spill out, gently biting into your shoulder to stop his own. It didn't take long for both of you to reach a peak, threatening to spill over into release at any moment.

You mumbled nonsense against his hand, wanting nothing more than to shout his name, but unable to. With a few more hard thrusts, he came, reaching to play with your clit until you joined him. The two of you rode out your hides together, embraced tightly, before he broke out into a grin. "Welcome to the Mile High Club, baby," he laughed, kissing you sweetly.

After cleaning up and redressing, you stepped out of the bathroom, quietly dodging back to your seat. Your heart was still pounding, the adrenaline of having done something like that still coursing through your veins. When Hunter rejoined you, he was grinning from ear to ear, seemingly relieved of all tension. You looked at each other, giggling at seemingly getting away with sex on a plane, with no one else the wiser. He laced his fingers with yours, trying to suppress another giddy laugh.

This was going to be a great weekend.