The name of this story has changed because it's apparently going to continue, and the pun was just too good to pass up.
They fucked on a plane once. Not a private plane, and not in the lavatory. They were on an overnight flight to New York from Los Angeles, and there were surprisingly few people on the plane. They'd had a row to themselves, and when they looked around, they discovered that the back of the plane was empty save for a few sleeping passengers a few rows in front of them.
Rayna reached under the flimsy airline blanket across Deacon's lap and rubbed him through his jeans; three strokes was all it took for him to get hard. She grinned and nipped his ear.
"I love that my touch is all it takes." She squeezed him, breathing into his ear.
He grunted, "Baby, sometimes it don't even take that." He leaned his head over and nuzzled her neck, "I just think of you and I get hard."
She trailed her fingernail over his length and then brought her other hand over to unbutton his jeans.
"What're you doin'?" He asked, his voice a rough whisper.
Rayna glanced around the cabin, and then leaned in to speak in his ear. "I want to fuck." She whispered, and when his mouth fell open she let out a throaty laugh. She lifted the armrests on either side of him up, "Do you want to?" She looked at him through her lashes.
"I…" He trailed off, shaking his head a little, but grinning like a fool. He tried to remember another woman ever making him speechless. No one ever had, and he knew no one ever would again. "Yeah." He said the word on a breath.
Rayna grinned, reached under her dress and slid her panties down. She shoved them in her purse, and then she reached under his blanket and unzipped his jeans. He lifted his hips and she pulled his jeans down over his hips, taking his boxers along with them, stopping when they were at his mid-thigh. She ran her hand along his length, enjoying the feel of his hardness under her palm. She circled the tip of his cock, swiping her thumb over the top, smiling at the moisture she found there.
Withdrawing her hand, she grabbed her own airplane blanket and straddled him, placing one knee on either side of his hips, her knees digging into the spaces between the seats. When she was in position, she wrapped the blanket around her waist. Then, she reached her hand down, grabbed his cock by the base, and sank herself down onto it in one swift motion.
"Fuck," His breath was hot against her neck as he gasped, stifling a moan, "You feel so fucking good, baby." He whispered, trying to keep his volume low.
Rayna squeezed her muscles around him and rocked her hips back and forth, "So do you," She breathed in his ear.
She braced herself on the seat cushions on either side of them, and lifted herself up and down slowly, using small movements. The slow pace was torturous and delicious and she shuddered as she sank down again, her head tipping back a bit.
With her head tilted back, Rayna chanced a glance around the cabin and saw a pair of flight attendants looking directly at them; she bit back a grin, dipping her head again and burying it into Deacon's neck, biting him there. He sucked in a breath and his hands flew up to her hips. Holding her still, he thrust upwards a few times and her breathing sped up. He guided her up and down on him, before she took control back and began sliding up and down on his cock slowly, her gaze locking with his.
There was no way the flight attendants didn't know what they were doing, but she didn't care. She was so turned on by the thought of what they were doing, so turned on by the thought of him inside of her at 36,000 feet that the only thing she felt was the intense need to come. With another bite to his neck, she ground down on him, her lips sucking the tender flesh of his neck as she pressed herself up and down on him, her pace becoming more and more fervent the closer she got to release.
When she started to move faster, Deacon put his mouth on her ear, "That's it, baby." He ran his hands over her calves, and when her breath was ragged, he let out a little moan with his mouth still pressed up against her ear. She worked herself faster, and he felt her muscles start to clench around him. "That's it," He whispered, "Get yourself off on my cock." He bit the lobe of her ear, breathing heavily inside of it.
She turned her head and whimpered into his ear, "I'm gonna come, babe." She moaned quietly and he felt her movements still as her muscles contracted around him. He groaned, and then she started moving again, rubbing herself against him so she could enjoy the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Deacon felt the tension building in him as Rayna shuddered around him, a small smile on her face as she shifted herself so her clit rubbed against him one final time.
When she finished, she bit his ear and spoke inside it, "I want you to come." Her voice was thick with pleasure and she smiled when she felt him move his hips, thrusting lightly inside her. He was nearly there already, feeling her heat around him, knowing she'd just come. But when she ran her tongue along his ear, clenched her muscles around him and then moaned, "Come inside me, Deacon," he lost it. He felt himself go over the edge as his fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as he came with a ragged cry on his lips that Rayna silenced with a kiss, her tongue plunging into his mouth.
It was the first time he ever came inside her. She'd just started birth control, and afterwards, she remembered thinking how hot it was to know that he was still inside her. She thought about that for the rest of the flight, the thought turning her on.
When his last shudder passed, he grinned and pressed a tender kiss to her lips, moaning a bit as he basked in his post-orgasm bliss. "Fuck, you're sexy." He whispered, and she grinned as she slipped him out of her, pulled her dress down, and placed herself back in her window seat, her knees a little wobbly. She left her panties in her purse, knowing it would drive Deacon crazy knowing she wasn't wearing anything under her short dress.
When she got up to use the lavatory a few minutes later, one flight attendant was staring daggers at her. As she came out, another flight attendant stopped her, dropping her voice conspiratorially low, "I wouldn't be able to help myself either, honey." The flight attendant said, winking at her.
Rayna just grinned and when she sat down she couldn't stop laughing.
"What?" Deacon asked.
Rayna shook her head, "Nothing." She smiled, "I just got the female equivalent of a high five from one of the flight attendants."
Deacon stuck his head up and looked around. His eyes fell on the one staring at him with a disapproving look, her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed.
"Not that one." Rayna said, and then nodded her head in the direction of the other flight attendant. "That one." She said, pointing out the blonde with her hair in a chignon that couldn't stop smiling at Deacon.
Deacon sank back down in his seat and they leaned in to each other, laughing.
That was her favorite flight of all time. His, too.
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They were on a plane now, not fucking. They'd just finished playing a show in San Diego with four days free before the next show in LA, and since the girls were on a school trip in Washington, D.C., they figured they'd take a short trip down to Cancun to spend a day or two on a resort. They hadn't been to Mexico together for years and thought a repeat of twenty some odd years ago might be in order. Well, sort of a repeat. They were sitting in first class this go round, and were actually staying on a resort instead of a tiny motel.
Rayna was smiling softly, her face a little flushed. Deacon leaned over and nudged her with his shoulder, "What?" He asked.
She turned to him, "I was just thinking about the first time you came inside me."
Deacon chuckled, his eyes flashing to the memory, "Right in the seat of a 747 somewhere over Wichita, if memory serves." He waggled his eyebrows, "Want a repeat of that, too?"
She laughed, "If this flight weren't so full, I might just take you up on that." She shifted in her seat, turned on by the memory.
Noticing her look, Deacon leaned in to her, placing his hand on her thigh, bringing his lips to her ear, "I knew I should have brought that damn egg with me." His hand crept up under her skirt, stopping at the juncture of her thighs. He brushed his fingers against her and chuckled when she shifted in her chair, letting out a little breath. He inhaled against her ear when he felt wetness there. "You're already wet." He said, pressing his fingers against her entrance and withdrawing his hand.
She crossed her legs, "I always am around you." She sighed, "I always have been. Even when…" She trailed off, not wanting to bring Teddy's name up. Or Liam's. Or Luke's.
Deacon smirked, leaning his back into the seat, "Oh, I know."
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They hadn't really planned for the Spring Break crowd. But, it had been surprisingly fine. They stayed in the room or by the pool, tangled up in each other, mostly.
It was their last day, and they were lounging down by the pool as the stage designated for spring break festivities started showing signs of life. Soon enough, a crowd was formed in the pit. They'd seen a lot happen on that stage in their stay: concerts with shitty bands, a dance party where coeds just grinded to some imaginary rhythm, trying to pretend it wasn't all just some dance to go upstairs with a stranger, a hot dog eating contest where someone from Pi Beta Douche won.
They heard the emcee, a thirty something year old who was trying to act younger than he actually was, start trying to ramp up the crowd. "Spring break, 2014 – who's ready?" He yelled into the mic, "It's the moment you've all been waiting for, the quintessential spring break tradition, it's…" He drew the word out like there was a drumroll behind him, "The Wet T-Shirt Contest!" The crowd gathering whooped in excitement, "We need all contestants to come over to the stage and grab your t-shirts."
Sitting behind her on the lounge chair, Deacon grabbed Rayna around the ribcage, his hands resting under the bottom of her bikini top. His fingers skated across the material, "You'd win that, no contest."
Rayna turned to look at Deacon, her eyebrows raised. A slow smirk spread across her face.
Deacon eyed her, "You wouldn't." He shook his head, smirking back. He wasn't exactly daring her, but he was edging close to that line.
Rayna took it that way, anyway. She set her jaw and narrowed her eyes, the smirk still on her face. "Oh, I wouldn't?" She asked, a dangerous tone in her voice. She pushed herself off from the lounge chair, and walked to the stage, her hips swaying from side to side as she walked. She turned her head over her shoulder to see Deacon scrambling up from the lounge chair, following her. She felt him walk up behind her as she stepped to the side of the stage in front of the emcee.
If the emcee had any thoughts about Rayna entering the contest, he didn't show it. Except, Deacon noticed, to give her a once over, his eyes lingering on her chest after which he gave her a nod of approval.
Rayna slipped the white t-shirt over her bikini top, reached up and untied her bikini top at the neck, then reached behind her to untie it from around her back. She slipped it out of her shirt and tossed it at Deacon, it landed on his shoulder, the straps grazing him in the face.
"You really going to do this?" He asked, his jaw set—his voice was gruff and a bit angry, but she saw a flash of arousal in his eyes.
She grinned, walking up the stairs to the stage, "You know I'll do anything for a free t-shirt."
The emcee explained the rules – no cell phone videos, and whoever had the most cheers as the water settled would win. Rayna was last in line, and she watched as girls half her age stuck their chests out as water was dumped over the front of their shirts—their nipples peaked, and the crowd went wild. For a moment, she considered running down the steps and out of the contest, but then she saw Deacon. He was standing at the side of the stage at the bottom of the stairs, and he was staring straight at her, his eyes filled with one of the hottest combinations of lust, anger, and jealousy she'd ever seen. He didn't take his eyes off of her.
So when the emcee brought her bucket, she tipped her head back and let the cold water pour down her shirt. She didn't dance around like the other girls, she didn't swivel her body; instead, she just smoothed her hands down the front of her chest, making sure the water soaked in. Her hands skated idly back up over her breasts, and she felt her nipples pucker. Her eyes were on Deacon's, and he was staring straight at her chest. The crowd, full of mostly college-aged males roared, and she pushed her hair back from her face, running her fingers through it.
For the first time since the contest began, Deacon took his eyes off Rayna to glance at the crowd cheering for her tits. Deacon had, of course, been cheering for them since the moment he first saw them. Looking at them now, the white material taut across her chest, her nipples erect and visible through the thin white material, Deacon remembered very clearly why he'd never stopped cheering for them.
A college kid next to Deacon who'd clearly had too much beer leaned over to his college friend and yelled over the music, "Dude, that is a MILF if I ever fucking saw one." Deacon smirked, then looked down to see that the guy was half hard. Deacon shook his head, and then turned back to Rayna, the crowd still roaring behind him.
The emcee laughed, his eyes glued to the front of Rayna's shirt, "Looks like we have a winner." He said, and Rayna didn't even know what she'd won—she didn't have time to find out because before she knew it, Deacon had ascended the stage stairs and grabbed her by the hand, leading her through the pool area headed back up to their suite.
When they were in the empty elevator, Deacon backed her up against the wall, her wet t-shirt pressing into his bare chest. He kissed her roughly, and then dragged his lips to her ear.
"Did you like that?" He asked, his voice was thick with desire, "Did you like everyone looking at your tits?"
Rayna smirked, "Did you?" She asked him.
Instead of answering, Deacon roughly ground his hips into her, her bikini bottoms and his thin board shorts the only things separating them. She gasped at how hard he was.
"I'll take that as a yes." She said, a smile in her voice.
He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back so her throat was exposed to him. He sucked on her skin, "Take it however you want." He said, swiveling his hips into her again, his hardness pressing into her, "After that little show, I'm going to take you however I want." He brought his hand up and grabbed her breast, his thumb teasing her nipple. He sucked a tender spot on her neck and then dipped his head to draw her nipple into his mouth through her wet t-shirt. Rayna moaned and leaned into his mouth, her hand flying up to the back of his head as the elevator dinged to indicate they were at their floor.
Deacon bit her nipple hard and she gasped, then he stood and grabbed her by the hand and led her to their room. Throwing the door open, he guided her inside. As it shut behind them, he turned to face her, his eyes slowly raking up and down her body, taking in her appearance. His eyes fell to her chest and he licked his lips.
"Take it off." His voice was pure sex. Rayna obeyed. Deacon reached out and untied the strings on both sides of her bikini bottoms, watching as the fabric fell to the floor. When she was naked in front of him, he smirked, "Get on the bed, flat on your back."
By the time Rayna was on the bed, Deacon had taken his swim shorts off and was standing before her, his erection throbbing. Rayna felt her breath catch, and as he came to join her on the bed, she reached her hand out to touch him. He caught her by the wrist, "Ah, ah." He rubbed his thumb over her pulse point, "I've got other plans."
Deacon leaned his head down and kissed her breasts, planting open-mouthed kisses on one as he worked the other with his hand. He rolled her nipple between his fingers, pinching it a little while he bit the other. Rayna writhed underneath him, her back arching, her head pressing into the white comforter, her breaths coming in and out of her body at a rapid pace. He leaned over to the end table and pulled something out of the drawer.
Rayna lifted her head up and looked at him, raising her eyebrows, "Lube?"
Deacon grinned at her, passing her the small bottle of watermelon-flavored lube he'd packed just in case. "Put it on." His eyes dropped to her chest.
Rayna's eyes widened a bit, and then she popped the cap and squeezed some of the liquid out onto her chest, gasping at the slightly cool temperature. She massaged it into her breasts, enjoying how easily her hands slid over her skin, slick with the lubricant.
Deacon reached out and palmed one of her breasts, "More." He commanded roughly. Rayna poured more onto her chest and then tossed the bottle on to the bed. "Mm, that's good," he threw a knee over her abdomen, so he was straddling her his palms on either side of her shoulders, "Push your tits together."
Knowing his intent, Rayna grabbed her breasts and pressed them together from the sides—Deacon thrust his hips forward, his cock sliding slowly between her breasts. He closed his eyes and moaned at how soft her flesh was, then snapped his eyes open, looking down at her, watching himself slide in and out.
Rayna's thumbs moved to play with her nipples, and Deacon smirked. "Your tits look so good wrapped around my cock." He thrust his hips forward, and then pulled them back again. "Look." He commanded, and she lifted her head up.
Rayna moaned and then she stuck her tongue out, meeting his tip with her velvety hot tongue as he thrust his hips over and over again. Deacon let out a sexy chuckle, pressing his hips forward so she could take his tip in her mouth. She sucked it lightly, swirling her tongue around the head.
Deacon pulled out of her mouth and slid himself back between her breasts, "All those college guys looking at your tits," Deacon said, punctuating it with a thrust, "They don't know what kind of slut you really are, do they?" Deacon reached down and pinched her nipples, his hips moving at a quicker pace, "These tits are mine, aren't they, Rayna?" His hand moved to the back of her head as he stuck his tip back in her mouth. He moved his palms, shifting himself up to a different angle and plunged himself all the way into her mouth, "Aren't they?" He asked her again.
Rayna moaned, "Yes." She spoke around his cock, her hand reaching down to play with herself.
Deacon smirked down at her, pulling out of her mouth and pushing back in, "Don't talk with your mouth full." He pumped himself in and out of her mouth in three long strokes, and then shifted back down, stroking his cock a few times before placing it back between her breasts. He moved his hips in slow, long strokes, his breathing growing more and more ragged.
"I'm going to come, Rayna." He said, his eyes closing and his head tilting back, "I'm going to come all over your pretty tits." Deacon gave one final stroke and then groaned as he emptied himself on to her breasts. He slid himself out and rubbed the tip of his cock on her nipple, shuddering as the waves of pleasure continued to roll through him.
He slid off of her, watching as her fingers worked furiously on her clit as her other hand moved to her breasts, spreading his come around with her fingers. Then, she lifted her fingers to her mouth and sucked on them, her eyes locking with his.
"Fuck, Rayna." He rasped, and then leaned down to kiss her stomach, his eyes turning to watch her hand as she played with herself. He caught her wrist, stopping her ministrations, and kissed her navel. He continued lower, his tongue drawing a line down to her core.
He breathed her in, and then buried his face between her thighs, his tongue hungrily laving at her, pleased with the wetness he found there.
"Deacon," She breathed, her hand working its way into his hair, holding him against her.
He slipped his tongue into her, sliding it in and out a few times before he replaced it with two of his fingers, moving his tongue to begin working her clit. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, and then reached his other hand up to her breast—he pinched her nipple, smiling against her as she gasped. He ran two fingers along one of her breasts, gathering what was left of him there, then he reached his hand up, his fingers pressing against her soft lips. Rayna opened her mouth and closed her lips around his fingers, sucking on them as she made a little noise in the back of her throat at tasting him.
Deacon sucked her clit into his mouth; she moaned around his fingers, sucking them harder before he pulled them back out. Deacon traced his fingers to her other breast, gathering what was there and bringing his fingers back to her lips. He moaned against her when she sucked his fingers again; she wanted to taste every drop.
Deacon worked his fingers faster, his tongue swirling around her clit when he felt her pussy clench around his fingers, and he knew she was close. Knowing how to send her over the edge, he withdrew his fingers and ran them across her breasts one final time—as he pressed his fingers into her mouth, he spoke against her: "That's it, baby, I want you to taste me as you come."
"Fuck," Rayna swore under her breath as her mouth closed, her tongue swirling around his thick fingers as she cleaned them off. She whimpered and then let out a low moan as her orgasm rippled through her, her back arching off the bed as she grasped the sheets around her. "Deacon," She cried out, releasing his fingers from her mouth, collapsing her head back down onto the bed, panting.
He chuckled against her, his tongue still working her gently as he slipped his fingers out of her. He kissed her softly, and then trailed tender kisses back up her body. He ran his tongue along her lips and then kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth. He could taste himself on her tongue and he groaned. She hummed in the back of her throat, and he pulled back to look at her, his eyes moving over her face.
She started laughing, and he smiled, "What?" He asked.
"I won a wet t-shirt contest." Her eyes were sparkling, "Against 20-something coeds." She laughed, shaking her head.
Deacon smoothed her hair back, "I didn't see anyone else but you, baby. But I'm not surprised." He caressed the side of her breast, "You're the sexiest thing I've ever seen." He kissed her forehead, "You always have been."
Rayna brought her hand up to his face and ran it along his jawline, "I love you." She smiled, "I always have."
Deacon leaned down and kissed her tenderly, "I love you too, baby." His chest pressed against her breasts, and he slid forward. Looking down between them, he chuckled, "Shower?" Rayna nodded, and he slid off the bed, holding his hand out to help her up. He turned around and winked at her, "Bring that t-shirt."
About that edgy moment...