My Soulmates are IDOLS Books 2+3 | 18+ [SoulBond Series]

297: chapter 6 pt 4

Airplane sex was a mild fetish of Oliver's.

There had been occasions when he'd been riled up mid-flight, ridiculously horny from a poorly timed sex scene in a supposedly boring movie. And when one was filled with the inexplicable need to fuck. They would think about fucking wherever they were.

Fuck, maybe it wasn't just Oliver who had the fetish. He reckoned his best friends would be into it too, especially Sieon with his strange taste for adventure. And MinJae who was a proud member of the mile high club. For years, he'd seduced and fucked plenty of flight attendants in the staff quarters of a plane, until they got too famous and too rich for cheap, risky flings.

Amber squinted at the mirror, tousling her hair for volume, round ass almost in his face as she leaned forward to inspect herself. He gulped noisily when plump flesh hovered too close to his cock for comfort, the space in the toilet too small for two. He scrambled back, body pressed flushed against the seat as he watched her like a hawk.

Then she turned around to give him the cheekiest grin he'd ever seen on her beautiful face, filled with rude sass and a vulgar, predatory glint in her eyes. God. He'd seen those eyes on MinJae and Sieon when they danced, he didn't know that Amber could do it too.

"I told the flight attendants we were going to fuck."

For fuck's sake. His heart was soaring, exposed skin on fire under her gaze. He couldn't deny the lust he had for her, it displayed itself, solid and full to her gaze between his thighs. But fear struck him, a chain to his neck, his mind blanked as he wet drying lips. Was that legal?

His expression must have told her too much because her smirk grew as she watched him, leaning back with an air of confidence. Her body was propped against the door, allowing the soft glow of warm light to graze her skin. Her supple chest, lifted by a sports bra and covered with a ribbed tank top, was a silhouette of sexual gold, ready for him to mine and his cock ached, begging for relief.

God fucking damn it.

"I know honesty is your best policy, but sunshine..." he cursed through hushed, gritted teeth. Oliver tugged at the pants at his legs, dragging it up his thighs as he bent to hide his cock from her view. "You can't be that honest if you really wanted sex!" It was easy for him to shove shame into a tone of annoyance, easier when he had an excuse to look away from her incriminating eyes. "We're going to get kicked off the damn aircraft! We could be arrested for doing shit like this, Amber."

She didn't seem to give a damn about his words, because she shrugged as if the possibility of being banned from flying wasn't an issue. Her arms were folded, and her breasts were lifted, rounder, more generous. He couldn't help his eyes from dropping to them and then further down to the curve of her hips, the soft dips of her belly and then to her denim hugged legs.

"We'll be fine," she reassured after a while, and his brows knotted. It was unusual coming from her, which meant that she was pretty damn sure they wouldn't be booted off their flight. Sure that nobody would give a damn even if she had him screaming through his orgasm. Had she sneaked this way? Was one of his BFFs standing guard at the door? He squinted at said door, straining his ears for familiar voices, but all he could hear was the sound of the running shower.

"That looks uncomfortable," she hummed, a wicked grin on her lips, pulling him free from the sticky web of his concerns. And now his eyes were directed back down to the thick bulge of his arousal, dripping with thick pearls of semen. "What did I do?"

"N-Nothing," he murmured, eyes shifting as he bit his lip, grabbing a tissue to scoop up the spillage. His cock pulsated, a horny bounce that had his ass shivering. He had to swallow down the groan as he tried to mop up the damage but to no avail. His pre-cum just kept fucking coming.