Aleks locks the door and turns to me. I’m already backed up in the furthest corner of the bathroom with my hands clutching the edges of the sink.
One step—that’s all it takes for him to be right in front of me.
His hands find my hips while his eyes explore my body. Despite the big shirt and the oversized woolen sweater I’m wearing, he still manages to make me feel… desired. Craved. Like there isn’t enough money or violence in the world to make him tear his gaze off of me.
When was the last time I felt like that?
Have I ever?
Just like the rest of my scattered thoughts, those questions vanish when he grabs the hem of the sweater and pulls it off. He discards it on what is probably a not-so-clean bathroom floor. Even though it’s my favorite sweater, I let him.
I’m pretty sure I’d let him do whatever he wanted right now. God knows I have so far.
He peels the clothes off me, layer by layer. We don’t speak. I don’t think I could make my mouth form words, anyway. But when he approaches my bra, I tense up. My hands fall over my breasts self-consciously.
“I… I can do this part,” I mumble through awkward lips.
His eyes flash. “Why?”
“I dunno. I guess I’ve always done it myself.”
He runs a hand through his hair, completely bewildered. “How could any man let you deny him that pleasure?”
My body floods with heat the moment he says it. That feeling of being wanted again, so hot and insistent and all-consuming. And just like that, I drop my hands. He undoes my bra so fast that I don’t have any time to feel self-conscious.
My breasts spill free. Aleks’s eyes glow.
He leans in, cupping my right breast while his lips trail my face and neck, leaving a hot singe everywhere they go. Then he pulls my panties halfway down my thighs, finds my wetness, and plunges two fingers into me.
“Oh, God,” I gasp.
It feels like he’s touching me everywhere. Every inch of me is sparking, coming alive. And yet I’m frozen. I stand there, pressed against the cold sink, incapable of doing anything except taking the pleasure he’s giving me.
His fingers piston in and out of me until I’m dripping down his knuckles. I know that only because he raises his hand so I can see.
Then he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean.
My hands itch to touch him. To peel his clothes off the way he undressed me. But I can’t summon the confidence.
Aleks has plenty of that to spare, fortunately. Seeming to know what I want, he unbuttons his shirt and strips out of it.
I inhale sharply. I was right before: he has the most glorious body I’ve ever seen. And definitely the first I’ve seen up close and personal like this.
You could wash clothes on his abs. You could grate cheese on his abs. You could hurt yourself on his abs—which, coincidentally, is exactly what I’m about to do.
My fingers twitch towards him, but I’m still not ready to make a move. Then he starts unbuttoning his pants, and my heart rate speeds up.
I might as well be getting ready to parachute off this plane for the amount of adrenaline crashing through my body right now. I’ve never been more alive, more present, more unconcerned with the past or the future or anything but what’s happening right-in-fucking-front-of-me.
He drops his pants, and I suck in another breath. His cock is like a hammer, thick as my forearm and nearly as long.
He inches closer. Drops his lips to my neck and kisses me there until my nipples are poking his chest.
I can feel his dick pressing between my thighs. Hot. Powerful. I’m suddenly desperate to feel what it’s like to have him inside me.
I open my legs and gently tip my hips forward, inviting him in. But just when I think he’s about to enter me, he twists me around so that I’m facing the mirror.
“Look at me,” he commands.
I glance at the mirror, hating the thought of watching myself like this. Sex, for me, has always meant lying down horizontally, always in a bed, always with the lights off, and sure as hell never with any mirrors in sight.
I’m not sure how to be this person. This reckless. This carefree. I blink at my reflection, trying to summon up the courage to do what he wants…
But I can’t. My head falls. That’s just not me.
Except Aleks doesn’t like that reaction.
“No,” he growls ferally. “I said, Look at me.”
He reaches around and grabs my chin. It’s not gentle, either. It’s aggressive, to put it kindly. Night and day different from the suave, charming man I’ve seen so far.
But if I’m being honest, I suspected from the beginning that there was another side to him.
If I’m being really honest, I was dying to see it all along.
With his strong fingers squeezing my jaw, I meet his gaze. It’s intense, dark. Dangerous. Aleks nods, satisfied.
Then he thrusts inside of me.
My body is ready for him, but my mind isn’t. I cry out in surprise, forgetting we’re in a public bathroom surrounded by other passengers, hurtling through the sky at five hundred miles per hour.
I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood when he pulls out slightly, only to thrust right back in.
I’ve never been filled like this before. So fully. Stretched to my absolute limit.
Aleks has one arm wrapped around my chest and his other hand around my throat, a reminder that he asked something of me and he expects me to obey. When he starts ramming into me, it feels like he’s trying to split me apart at the seams.
No man has ever touched me like this.
No man has ever possessed me like this.
No man has ever made me feel more alive.
His hand curves down my spine as I arch my back instinctively, giving him more access to me, asking for more with my body.
The entire time, I obey him: I keep my eyes fixed on the mirror. On him. His jaw flexes with each thrust. One line of tension thrums in his cheek like a steel wire. His whole body strains with exertion.
My breasts bounce wildly, but any embarrassment is long gone. The unfamiliarity of it takes a back seat to the new range of sensations ripping through me.
When he slaps my ass, I cry out.
When he licks the back of my shoulder, I moan.
When he grips my hips and spears me onto him with every thrust, I wonder if there’s not some fated reason he came into my life.
Maybe this isn’t just some random hookup. Maybe this is meant to be much more than that.
The orgasm builds quickly and there’s no chance I can delay it or deny it. My body is at his mercy, and there’s nothing merciful about the way he is fucking me. We left all those niceties on the ground.
“Oh, God,” I groan desperately, gripping the sink so hard that my knuckles turn white. “Fuck.”
He’s still fucking me hard when I come, moisture breaking over his cock, writhing like he electrocuted me.
And just like that, I turn into an idealist. Realism is for the birds, anyway. This doesn’t have to start and end as a simple in-flight hookup. Maybe I’ll see Aleks again after we land.
You don’t share something as intense as this and just walk away from it…
Right?
Before I can come all the way down from my high, Aleks grips the back of my neck and bends me further over the sink. My breasts press against the cool countertop, in stark contrast to the heat building between us.