Commercial flight part 2

Zuri POV:

"So what you're saying is you're kidnapping me?" I ask, even though I'm afraid of the answer. He looks at me stunned, almost spitting out his drink. He puts his cup down and sits in the seat in front of me.

"Oh no no, this is not what's happening here. I found you extremely beautiful, and when you told me unintentionally that you're flying alone, I decided why not give you some company." Sincerity laced his voice.

"Oh, um, thank... you," I say hesitantly.

I look down, and as I look back up, he's already looking at me, his eyes filled with desire.

This time I don't look away; I stare back at him. He slouches back a bit, spreading his legs lightly, placing his hand in the middle of his thighs. He smirks at me, but I still choose to keep my eyes on him. He's handsome, yes, but I'm not going to put my guard down and let things escalate in this plane.

"I still don't know your name, pumpkin," he says, his voice laced with a seductive rasp. I'm going to sit here, staring at this man in his amazing suit, and pretend he doesn't turn me on. Feeling flushed, I look away, completely changing the subject.

"Uhm h-" I stopped dead in my tracks, trying to understand why I moaned out. Oh my gosh, this couldn't get any more embarrassing.

"Shh, princess, breathe and then speak," he says, clearly amused that he turned me on. I breathe in and out and look at him again.

"Has the jet started?" I say confidently, proud of myself for not letting the lust get ahead of me.

"Long time ago, princess," he says, leaning forward and grabbing my chin, making me look directly into his ocean eyes.

He grabs my waist and picks me up, placing me on his lap. Stunned, I just freeze, not knowing what to do. He takes one of my curls, playing with it without saying anything.

He looks back at me, his eyes shining with intensity, and I gulp.

"When was the last time you were fucked?" Stunned at the question, I pause, not knowing what to say.

"Uhm - uhm," he takes his thumb and slides it across my lips.

"So where do you want to go, princess?" he continues sliding his thumb on my lips while his other hand holds my waist possessively.

"I was on my way to Atla-" he sticks his thumb in my mouth. I stare at him stunned. Never in my life has this ever happened.

"I wonder if your pussy is as wet as your mouth is right now," he takes his thumb out of my mouth, wiping away the drool from the side of my mouth.

We continue staring into each other's eyes, no one breaking eye contact.

He grabs my thighs and draws me closer to him.

I breathe in his scent, and my gosh, does he smell amazing. Before I knew it, I moaned, not because he did something, but simply because his scent was that desirable. The body it’s clung to matches the scent so well.

He smirks, looking at me. I know he knows that he smells good; that's the only explanation.

"Why don't you spend your trip with me?" he offers, placing my hair behind my shoulders.

"Sorry, I can't. I wanted to explore the States on my own," I shrug, hoping I’m not offending him. I look into his eyes, and a hint of disappointment flashes in them.

"If I wasn't having blue balls from feeling your pussy throb on my dick, I would probably convince you otherwise," he says, tightening his grip on me. He throws his head back, looking at the ceiling.

When our eyes meet again, he grabs my face and kisses me with urgency. My natural instinct is to pull away, but those blue eyes, that voice, and that scent made it very hard to even think about pulling away.

The kiss is intoxicating; it’s almost as if I have an addiction, and he’s the only one who harbors the cure.

He draws my face closer to him, deepening the kiss, and I moan into his mouth. I shouldn't have because it awoke something in him.

He deepened the kiss to the point I didn't know whose air I was breathing. He brought my waist closer to him and fisted my hair, pulling it back by the ponytail. He starts kissing my neck, and by now, I'm pretty sure he could feel how wet I am. Almost like hearing my thoughts, he brought his fingers underneath my skirt.

"You’re so wet for me, princess," he groaned into my hair, making me feel all kinds of emotions, but desirable was definitely one.

He brought his lips to my face, but just as I was about to go in for another kiss, he backed away, yanked my underwear to the side, and started rubbing my clit.

"Stop squirming, princess," he said, grunting in a hushed voice. He continued rubbing my clit with steady movements. I brought my lips close to his ear and pleaded.

"Please," that one word alone made him stop, almost contemplating whether he should continue or not. He grabbed my lips, kissing me again with so much desire and lust I felt my sanity melt away, merging with his.

All I wanted right now was him and him alone. He started kissing my neck, and he went up to my ear.

"Princess, I’m rough and demanding, but I’ll fuck you for your pleasure until you forget your last name, and the only name you'll remember is mine," he says the words like a warning.

But I don't care; I grab him by the tie and smash our lips together. He’s taken aback; he really thought I was going to shy away.

He picked me up, and we continued kissing. He took me to a room that had a king-size bed, and he placed me on it. I felt sad about the distance between us, but he made up for it.

He spread my legs, looking satisfied with how wet he made me. He grabbed my panties and ripped the thin material off me and then took off his pants. Without warning, he rammed himself into me, making me arch my back.

Once my walls adjusted to his length, he started rubbing my clit while thrusting into me. Tears ran down my face as I felt pleasure enter my being, ripping me off everything I know. Who would have thought that meeting a stranger at the airp-

"Princess, are you okay? You've been moaning in your sleep for the past 10 minutes." Looking at my surroundings, I realize that I fell asleep, and Matt has been staring at me this whole time.

With my mouth gaped open, I took my fingers out of my underwear. I asked to be excused and headed to the bathroom.

I closed the door, and I silently screamed. I am literally such an embarrassment. I hear a knock at the door, and I open it, trying to maintain my composure.

"Are you okay?" he says concerned. I brush past him, taking a new seat as I orgasmed all over the other one, and I'm too embarrassed to wipe it right now. I cover my face with my hands; I sigh

"Hey, uhm, I'm sorry to ask, but were you having a wet dream about me?" he says, smirking, clearly amused.

"This day can't get any worse," I whisper, but he hears me.

"If it helps when I heard you moan out my name, I went to the restroom and jerked off to your moans," he says, sitting next to me.

"For real?" I ask, looking at him with a little hope.

"Nope," he grins mischievously. I swear if the day I was going to die was somewhat close, I wish it was today because fuck me.

I feel embarrassed. I can’t stand the second-hand embarrassment, and right now I'm feeling it.

He places his hand under my chin and makes me look at him. "You know...we could make your dream come true if you wanted." He firmly cups my throbbing mound, making me gasp.

"No need to feel embarrassed, princess. I find it cute," he kisses my neck, and now I know I’m definitely not dreaming.