Chasing Fate (Dark Love 5) - Page 11
Oh shit.
With Amber following close behind, Ivana tilts her head and watches her.
“Well, this is a nice reunion.” Ivana grins, eyeing us both from head to toe.
“Just using the restroom.” I smile back.
“Let me open the door for both of you. If you need any assistance, please don’t be afraid to ask.” Ivana bites the corner of her lip, gazing at me with her sultry eyes.
“We could use some help,” Amber whispers, latching onto Ivana’s arm.
Ivana pulls a piece of paper from her pocket, taping it onto the restroom. The words Out of Order printed and stuck on the door.
“Ladies,” I murmur, running my hand along Ivana’s collarbone. “We need to get creative with this space.”
Ivana places her juicy red lips on mine, rolling her tongue around while moaning in my mouth. There’s a hand stroking my cock. I don’t know who it belongs to nor do I care. Ivana continues to kiss me with deep penetrating moans almost biting my lip in the process. I pull away and see why.
Amber has shifted Ivana’s dress up, past the top of her garters. She pushes Ivana’s black lacey panties aside, exposing her beautifully shaved pussy. Fuck. I watch in awe, waiting for her to slide her tongue against her clit. I’ve been with two women before, but never in a restroom of a plane. This here is fucking heaven.
“If my ex could see me in here with the both of you, she’d die,” Amber moans loudly.
Without any further delay, she shoves her head between Ivana’s legs as Ivana curses at her, begging her to suck her pussy and stick her fingers deep inside. I’m at a slight loss for what to do, caught up in the excitement of it all. But time is of the essence because this plane isn’t going to stay in the air forever.
My cock is throbbing, the blood pumping hard as I restrain myself from blowing too quickly. Knowing I don’t have a condom on me, I settle for a blowjob while Amber finishes Ivana off. It doesn’t take me long—two women staring up at me with wild eyes, fighting to suck me off the hardest.
Fucking. Suck. Harder.
“Sir,” a voice calls to me. “Sir, please fasten your seat belt. We’re descending into LAX.”
Startled and confused by my surroundings, it takes me a moment to realize it was only a dream. And Ivana, ironically, is the one who bursts my pornographic bubble. Still standing over me, she notices the hard-on and walks away with a satisfied smile.
Cock tease.
The girl beside me begins a conversation, introducing herself as Erika. Funny, I didn’t peg her for an Erika. Much like my warped dream, she asks the same questions, buying time with mundane topics. When the wheels of the plane begin to drop, loudly echoing through the cabin, Erika drops the bombshell.
“I broke up with my boyfriend because he cheated on me with one of my friends. And you know what makes it worse? They’re still together!” she cries loudly.
I want out of this plane.
Out of this conversation.
So, being the dick that I am, I don’t say anything else and pretend to be enjoying the view through her window as the plane hits the ground and screeches to a halt.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Los Angeles,” the pilot announces.
I give myself a moment to take it all in. The fact that I’m here beginning something new, embarking on a new adventure, it would’ve been nice to have a moment of serenity as we taxied into the terminal
, but Miss Chatty next to me takes the opportunity to go on about her ex-boyfriend.
She turns to face me, staring me down behind her glasses. “Give me your honest opinion. You’re a guy, and I need a guy’s perspective. If I hooked up with someone else, say, like a rebound, would that make him angry, you think?”
Oh, sweetheart. You’re asking the wrong guy.
It’s like dangling a bottle of scotch at an AA meeting. Here she is dangling her frigid little pussy in front of me. Clenching my fist, I try my hardest to answer her question without insinuating we should meet up so I can show her a real man wouldn’t be cheating on her sweet, pretty ass.
“Erika,” I say, standing up to open the overhead locker and remove my bag. “Do whatever it is you need to do to move on. Don’t waste your time worrying about someone who doesn’t feel the same.”
Pat on the back for that mature response.
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