The following chapter contains explicit material intended for an 18+ audience ONLY.

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I hate this airport. Good thing it will be the last time I have to see it. California, here we come or whatever.

Mickey walks back from the check in counter with a mischievous grin on his face. "What did you do?" I ask as he sits down next to me.

He holds up our boarding passes, and they look different from before. "I got us upgraded to first class, that's what."

"Mickey!" I squeal excitedly. I've never flown first class. "How did you manage that?"

He runs his fingers through his hair with a handsome smile. "Sometimes it pays to be pretty."

I purse my lips at him. "Don't be cocky or anything."

He chuckles. "You love me and my cock."

"Yeah, but one more than the other," I say in jest. Mickey laughs, his eyes squinting with his huge smile.

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When the plane is done boarding, I notice that first class is still half-empty. Oh, shit. That means I'm a pessimist, I think to myself before giggling. The chairs up here are so roomy and comfortable, and they recline. I happily take advantage of the complimentary glass of champagne while the perpetually sober Mickey sits next to me near the window.

I catch him staring at me. "Why are you smiling so much, you fucking weirdo?" I ask as I laugh at the cute smirk on his face.

"I'm just remembered that when we land ..." he starts to say. He brushes my hair behind my ear then lets his fingers trace my jawline. "You never have to leave again."

I take in a small gasp, and then pout. "Ow," I whine. I lean forward and press a kiss to his lips.

I try to pull away but he pulls me in for more, placing both hands at my cheeks. His lips slide slowly over mine. He coaxes my jaw open and slides his tongue over mine before taking my lips again. He's getting carried away but I don't care. There's hardly anyone here, and honestly, I like the foreplay.

"Can I get you two lovebirds anything else?" We pull away quickly and turn to find the male flight attendant standing behind me.

"No, I think we have everything we need. Thank you," Mickey says graciously.

The flight attendant's eyes widen and his mouth twitches into a smile. I know that look. I brace myself for the impending fan girling.

"Oh my lord, are you Mickey Vale?" he asks with his southern twang.

Mickey's eyes flicker to mine briefly. He shifts back in his seat. "I am."

"I knew it! We always get celebrities on the LA flights," he explains as if we had asked. He's a chatty one it seems. "It's so great to meet you! I watch you all the time!"

"Oh, really?"

"Sure do! Especially..." he trails off and leans over me a little to whisper to Mickey. "Your earlier work, if you know what I mean," he finishes with a wink. "I'm such a huge fan, I really am. Oh, I know just the thing," he says as he dashes off.

I breathe easier with him finally out of my personal space. I look over to Mickey who seems like he is enjoying my misery. "I can't take you anywhere, can I?" I ask him jokingly. He laughs.

The flight attendant scurries back over. "Here," he hands us miniature champagne bottles. "Compliments of a very loyal fan."

"Oh, thank you," Mickey starts. "But that's completely unnecessary."

"You deserve it," the attendant says flirtatiously. "Keep up the great work." He winks again and leaves.

Everyone has a crush on my boyfriend, I should be used to it by now. I sigh heavily. Mickey laughs quietly next to me and I roll my eyes. "Shut up," I say in jest.

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My second glass of Prosecco is empty. Mickey has been absentmindedly stroking my inner thigh for the last ten minutes. The combination of the bubbles and the idea of Mickey's fingers somewhere else turns me on. I'm excited to get home so we can properly fuck, but for now, I need the toilet.

I get up and find the lavatory hidden in the fancy first class galley. I do my business quickly and clean up. When I open the door, I nearly run into Mickey who pushes me back inside. "What are you doing?" I ask as he closes the door behind him. He's practically pressed up against me in the tiny space.

"You wanna join the club or not?"

"Join what -- oh..." I figure it out halfway through my sentence. Mickey wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me against him. I press my hands against his chest to keep him away. "We can't do this, Mickey. They'll know we're in here."

His hands slide down and grip my ass. "We can be quiet."

I roll my eyes. "You can be quiet."

Mickey chuckles before pulling me in for a sensual kiss. He runs his teeth lightly against my bottom lip. "Tell me no. I dare you," he says against my lips. I really don't want to fuck next to a toilet, but ... I've done much worse.

I try to fight his hands as they slide to my breasts, but my body is already coming alive for him like it always does. He teases my nipples through my blouse, making me hum against his lips. 

He turns me around and pulls down my pants. I grip the rim of the counter, looking at my own face close against the mirror. My breath fogs the glass when I feel him insert a finger.

He moves it in and out of me, and then adds another. "Why are you already so wet?" he growls against my ear.

"Because you're pretty," I say. He chuckles.

He removes his fingers and unfastens his pants. I feel him against my ass as he strokes himself and rolls on a condom. His fingers grip my hip as he places himself at my entrance and pushes himself in slowly. I toss my head back as I stretch around him. I spread my legs wider to take him even deeper. Fuck.

He eases himself in and out slowly, coating himself in my wetness. He moves a hand to the back of my neck and it makes me clench around him. I involuntarily release a quiet moan and he shushes me. He thrusts into me roughly, and I stifle my moan with a sigh.

"That's right, baby," he whispers to me.

He starts to move faster and faster and I press my hands against the mirror to keep my head from knocking into it. His hips smack hard against my ass as his cock rubs vigorously against my most sensitive areas. I am lost to him completely.

"Yes!" I whimper. My teeth gnaw my lip painfully as I try to keep quiet, but I don't think I can do it much longer.

The sound of our bodies mixes with our panting, all of it hidden beneath the humming white noise of the plane. Mickey thrusts into me harder as he places a soft kiss against my neck, and the combination makes my whole body quiver. A moan escapes my lips.

There is a tap on the door and we barely notice until it happens a second time. His hand covers my mouth as I feel him grow harder inside me. "Occupied!" he yells, never stopping his relentless pace.

He slides a hand between my legs, and I can't hold myself together any longer. My legs quiver beneath me as I start to climax. I whimper against his hand as quiet as I can manage as I succumb to the feeling. Just before I do, Mickey presses the flush button. I toss my head back as I come, my loud moans drowned out by the even louder sound. He stills, and I feel him twitch inside me as the sound stops.

I lean forward onto the counter and pant as look back at him. He gives me a sexy smile as he withdraws and carefully removes the condom.

We bump into each other as we resituate our clothing in the claustrophobic space. Mickey smiles and presses his lips to mine before he opens the folding door. He scans the area and heads out.

I comb my fingers through my unruly hair as I wait a moment before following him. Did we really just get away with that? I think to myself, just as I run into the flight attendant.

"Have fun?" he asks with a devious smile.

My heart drops. Shit. "I-I'm so sorry," I stammer. This is it. I'm getting arrested.

He grins laughingly. "You two are fine, no worries, Honey. If I got to call that mine, I'd be sitting my ass on that dick as much as possible." I cover my mouth as I try not to laugh. He leans closer and pretends to whisper. "I'm just happy you didn't do it in the seats. You wouldn't believe some of the shit I've seen on international flights!" I give in to my laughter as my fear fades away. When I move to go back to my seat, he catches my arm lightly. "Do a lonely boy a favor. Is he as good as I imagine?"

I feel my smile spread slowly across my face. "He's better."

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