Listen, Pitch (There's No Crying in Baseball 3)

And just like that, the lights were down low, and the staff was sitting in their seats.

The way that our seats were positioned, the only people that could see our seats were Henley and me. The seats beside us were angled in such a way that they faced more inwardly, the backs facing away from the aisle just like ours did.

When Henley whimpered, I realized that I was going to have to do something to distract her.

If this had been my first plane ride, I knew damn well and good that I wouldn’t be getting back on a plane anytime soon if I could help it.

And since we were both set to fly out to California the day after next for my next game, I didn’t want her to have any negative feelings on her flight experience.

Which was why I did what I did next.

It was all to distract her, of course.

It wasn’t because seeing her in those tight black leggings that she had on under her dress gave me a hard-on, nor was it due to the fact that when she’d bent over in front of me earlier during our security check, all I could think about was her pink thong that I knew I could see an outline of under her dress.

Nope. Those were definitely not deciding factors.

What was a deciding factor was the way she was currently digging her nails into the palms of her hands.

I reached over and dragged one blunt fingertip down the length of one thigh, getting mightily close to the apex of her thighs.

Her breath hitched, this time for a completely different reason than due to the turbulence.

“Rhys,” she whisper-hissed. “What are you doing?”

I let my fingers do my talking, one hand drawing lazy circles on the inside of her thigh.

I don’t know why she’d chosen to wear a dress. My guess it was due to her wanting to impress my sister.

Whatever it was, I was damn glad that she’d done it now.

The ease of access was heart-racingly beautiful.

I’d tried so fuckin’ hard to keep my hands off of her since this morning, but over and over again I’d failed.

A little touch there. A swipe of my hand against hers here. Wrapping my hand around a tendril of hair until she turned her attention to me.

All the little touches were turning into something much, much more.

And my dick was about finished.

It’d had enough.

It wanted way more than what I’d given it—had wanted more for a very long time.

It’d been patient.

Now, it was done being patient.

It wanted her. Any way it could get her.

“Come to the bathroom,” I whispered.

She halted me before I could get my belt unbuckled. “I’m not leaving.”

I didn’t miss the finality in her words.

But before I could so much as look saddened by her words, she was unbuckling me and sliding out of her seat.

“Switch seats with me,” she ordered.

I did, wondering where she was going with this.

The moment my ass was down in the chair, she didn’t take up the remaining seat like I’d expected of her.

She dropped down to her knees, causing my heart to pound.

“Henley…”

“You’re going to give me this,” she whispered, looking around the cabin.

I did, too.

No one was able to see us. With us being in the back section of first class as we were, there wouldn’t be a single person able to see us unless someone stood up.

And with the way the plane was so dark, and the personnel was seated and would be until the captain deemed it safe for them to get back up...this would be the best possible time to do it.

But…

She unzipped my pants, and every single protest—although miniscule—I’d been able to muster, fled.

Her hand delved inside my pants, and before I could say ‘holy fucking shit’ she had her mouth on the crown of my cock.

How did we get here?

What if someone saw her?

Seriously. This was the best and worst idea I’d ever had.

I reached for the blanket that was in my seat and spread it out, laying it gently over her body.

How in the hell had this gotten so out of hand? There I was, trying to offer her comfort during the flight from hell, and the next thing I know, I’m the one on the receiving end of her attentions.

This wasn’t how this was supposed to go.

This wasn’t…holy shit.

Her mouth devoured the head of my cock, taking just the top inside as she let it slide against the roof of her mouth. My eyes closed, and if I was a praying man, I’d have prayed to anyone that would listen to help me hold onto just a semblance of control.

I swallowed as that talented tongue of hers flicked at the underside of my cock. Once. Twice. Three times.

I squeezed the armrests, and inadvertently squeezed the button that would unlock the seat, allowing me to twist freely from side to side now.