Glancing over at Breanne, James caught her yet again squirming in her seat and gave a small frown.
"You okay?" He asked quietly in her ear, making her look over at him, and she simply nodded. "You sure? You seem restless."
"Yeah, I...yeah," she replied, her response making him frown again in confusion.
"I think you're lying to me."
She hesitated, before admitting, "I'm just...frustrated."
"What do you mean?" Looking down, she remained silent as she once more squirmed, and when he saw she was squeezing her thighs together it clicked with him what she meant. "Did you not get enough this morning?" he asked teasingly, making her blush. "You do realize we have over six hours of this flight left, right?"
She looked back over at him. "I can't exactly help when my cat decides she wants to be petted," she quipped dryly, making him give a choked noise as he struggled to suppress his laughter. "Maybe you can help?" She added in an innocent tone, looking up at him with doe eyes.
Quickly growing serious, he raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly would I be able to help?" He inquired , his hand suddenly on her inner thigh. Lightly biting her lip, she responded by grabbing his hand and slowly sliding it higher, making him make a noise in the back of his throat. "Like...this?"he added, suddenly slipping his hand in the front of her sweatpants. Her eyes grew wide at this, and she gave a small gasp when his fingers found her clit.
"Fuck," she hissed when he slid two fingers within her, and curled them just right. "Please..." she whispered, the desperation evident in her voice.
"Please what?"
Her hips jerked when his thumb picked back up stroking her clit, and she noted to herself she was grateful she was tucked away and hidden in a window seat. "More," she quietly begged, her hand grasping at his wrist.
"Use your words, Breanne," he demanded, his low tone only making her clit throb harder.
"I...I want your cock," she admitted, flushing at her confession, and added, "I want you to fuck me."
He made a noise in the back of his throat, and pulling his hand away he brought it to his mouth to suck his fingers clean, his action making her shudder. "Last restroom stall. Five minutes," he growled in her ear, and gave it a playful nip before standing up and making his way towards the restrooms. Her heart pounded in her chest as she watched him disappear into the small space, her nerves full of both anxiety and anticipation. While a small part of her worried about them being caught, she was mostly looking forward to the thrill of doing something so risky.
Impatiently, she waited until she felt enough time had passed to avoid suspicion from the other passengers, and finally standing up she casually made her way towards the front of the plane. Reaching the final stall as requested she gave a soft knock, making the door crack open. As soon as James saw it was Breanne he yanked her into the stall with him, and once the door was again locked he crushed his mouth to hers in a heated kiss. "God, I want you to fuck me so bad," she sighed when he brought his mouth to her neck to bite the soft skin as he undid his pants.
Grabbing onto her hair, he pulled painfully hard on it to force her to look at him before growling, "Get on your fucking knees." Willingly, she sank down to where she was eye level with the bulge straining against his boxer briefs, and immediately reached in to free him. Once he was exposed she wasted no time in taking him down her throat, and when she had him completely engulfed he gave a quiet noise of approval. "Good girl," he sighed, tenderly having her hair back from her face as he watched her bob her head on his engorged cock. When he started thrusting his hips into her motions she braced her hand against his thigh as she allowed him to fuck her mouth, and could not help but to give a quiet moan of approval at the taste of him. When she looked up at him and her gaze met his, something within him snapped, and reaching down he yanked her back up onto her feet, making her give a noise of surprise when he suddenly spun her around and forced her over the small sink. Bracing her hand against the wall, she bit her lip when he impatiently yanked her sweatpants down, and covering her mouth with his hand to muffle her noises he swiftly buried himself inside her.
"Please...please fuck me," she whispered when he moved his hand from her mouth to wrap around her neck, and as soon as he started thrusting fast and hard into her, her eyes rolled back. "Oh my god, you feel so good," she whimpered when his free hand found her clit, and reaching back she grabbed a fistful of his shirt to try and pull him closer.
"I need you to come quick for me," he panted in her ear, the feel of his lips on her ear and his breath on her skin making her shudder as goosebumps covered her body.
"I will, just keep fucking me like that," she pleaded, giving a quiet mewl when he reached up to give her breast a squeeze before going back to stroking her clit. When she looked up into the mirror, she watched him as he watched himself thrust into her, and when his intense gaze was suddenly locked with hers this made her spiral up fast. "Fuck...fuck...oh god, James," she gasped, and as soon as he felt her beginning to flutter around him he again covered her mouth with his hand to stifle her noises she could not hold back.
"Shit, I'm coming," he whispered, and bit down hard on where her neck met her shoulder as he joined her over the edge. For a moment they stayed still as they caught their breath, before James carefully pulled away to readjust. "Better?" he quipped, making her give a small giggle as she pulled her bottoms back up.
"Much," she replied happily, making him smirk. "Now let's go back, I want to try and cuddle with you."
"That'll be a struggle," he commented, making her giggle again, and before anything else could be said she kissed him before exiting the stall. Shaking his head, he thought in an amused tone to himself she always managed to get what she wanted, and he was always happy to provide.