Summary: Drake and Riley can’t keep their hands of each other on their long flight back to Cordonia after the Vegas Bachelorette party.
Drake’s phone alarm sounds, jolting him out of his deep slumber. Six AM is too fucking early to be waking up the day after his bachelor party, but with a 12 hour flight back to Cordonia and a wedding coming up in a couple days, there isn’t much choice in the matter. Drake checks his notifications and sees 7 missed texts, all from Riley. He groans as he remembers his last conversation with her. He can’t believe in his tipsy state he had encouraged Riley to seek closure with Liam, even if that meant sleeping with him to make sure it was really over. He had come back to his room and taken a couple more shots of whiskey to forget about it and put himself to sleep, but there’s no escaping reality this morning. He bite’s the bullet and opens up the conversation, unsure of what he’ll find. He curses himself as he reads the texts:
Why had he been such an idiot? Riley had resisted all of Liam’s advances, even when Drake was still insisting she be with Liam instead of him throughout the social season and engagement tour. Drake should have known she wouldn’t take him up on the free pass now. Had he just waited 15 minutes, she could have been with him for the first time in what feels like forever. Okay, it’s only been like a week, but after having waited so long to give into temptation, they still can’t get enough of each other. He has probably wasted his only chance to have sex with his fiance until their wedding night, and the mental image of her getting off naked in bed does nothing to quell the tenting in his boxer briefs. He considers jacking off in the shower to help prevent his balls from aching for her the entire tortuous flight, but there isn’t even time for that.
The group gathers in the limo and rides to the airport in relative silence. Nobody looks awake and most are too hungover to socialize. Despite wishing he could crawl back in bed, Drake is feeling pretty good. Riley is sitting directly across from him looking way too chipper for the morning after her bachelorette party. She raises her eyebrows at Drake flirtatiously, a mischievous twinkle in her deep brown eyes. She keeps her gaze trained on him, slowly inching the hem of her already short skirt up. Drake knits his brows in confusion, wondering what kind of game she’s playing with a car full of people. He sees her look around at the others whose head are all tilted back with eyes closed, and then she spreads her legs apart giving Drake a show. Fuck, she’s not wearing any underwear. Why is she trying to torture him? She seems to be as wound up now as she was last night. He shakes his head at her but his hungry expression is probably giving away what he wants to do to her right now.
They board the private jet and everyone but Drake and Riley is asleep withing minutes. Drake places a hand on Riley’s bare thigh and gives it a gentle squeeze. “Are you trying to make me self-combust here, Bennett? Those texts last night…that stunt you pulled in the limo…It’s not fair to tease me like that when I can’t do anything about it.”
Riley smirks back at him. “And how many times do I have to tell you I don’t play fair when you are concerned? Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” She slides her hand up his thigh in turn, the crotch of his jeans tightening. “See! That bulge in your pants tells me all I need to know.”
Drake chuckles. “My body betrays me. You better calm down before I blow my load in my pants.”
Riley shudders. “Charming.“
“Heh, what do you prefer I say? Ejaculate my milky white semen? Spurt out streams of jizz?”
She covers her ears in mock disgust as a smile pulls at the corners of her lips. “I don’t need to talk about it in such detail….Anyhow no need to worry. I’m not going to let it get that far. I plan to keep you on edge until I can have my way with you when we get back.”
Drake feels his cock twitch at her admission. “Fine, two can play at that game. Drake’s hand disappears under her skirt and he can already feel her juices seeping out before her reaches the apex of her thighs. He swipes a finger through her slick folds and circles around the outside of her clit. She shifts in her chair trying to get him to hit the bullseye. Drake lowers his voice and leans in. “You don’t have to be concerned with making a sticky mess like me, but at the rate you’re going, you are going to leave a puddle on that seat.”
“Stoooop.” Riley playfully pushes his hand away. “Maybe this game isn’t such a good idea.”
“Sorry, Bennett. No going back now. It was already over the minute you flashed your perfect pussy at me back in the limo.” Drake darts his hand back between her legs and plunges two fingers inside her.
Riley gasps as he strokes her g-spot. “This is going to be a looong flight.” Drake bends to kiss the hollow of her neck and she whimpers, her walls flexing around his fingers.
Drake nicks her earlobe and whispers. “I don’t think you are going to last more than 10 minutes.” Thankfully Riley is attentive enough to notice the lone flight attendant strolling back to check on them from the front of the plane. She nudges Drake in the side and covers up with her blanket.
The flight attendant flashes her overly white smile. “Can I get you two anything?” Riley declines but Drake orders a water with ice.
“Not whiskey? I’m shocked.”
“Haha, very funny Bennett.” You know I don’t drink whiskey for breakfast. Besides, I have plans. Riley scrunches her features in contemplation but before she can come up with a reply, the flight attendant returns and hands Drake his glass. He takes a sip and then fishes a cube out of the clear plastic glass.
Riley’s eyes widen. “I think I’m in trouble now.” Drake ducks his hand under the blanket and traces the ice up her leg, leaving a frozen, wet trail. Riley flinches but she appears determined not to make any sound, goosebumps dotting her previously smooth skin. Drake feels her muscles tense as she braces for impact, and as he reaches his end destination, a yelp escapes her throat.
Olivia stirs in the seats behind them and Drake places a finger to Riley’s lips. “Shh. You are going to wake everyone up.” She shoots a glare at him because he knows its all his fault, but he’s enjoying it too much to care. He glides the ice over her most sensitive place and she squirms and bites her lip. He pushes it inside her and the heat of her core quickly melts it away. He waits until she warms his fingers to brush her still chilled clit again and the collision of hot and cold has her moaning again. She crushes her lips to Drake’s to drown out the sound. He smirks as she pulls away. “Maybe I do need to slow down.” Riley nods and starts to unbutton his pants. “What are you doing Bennett?”
“My turn to inflict pain on you,” she says with a devilish grin. She unzips his fly and guides his already rock hard cock through the slit in his boxers and it stands at attention. She grips his shaft in her hand, pumping up and down a few times before a bead of pre-cum appears. She runs her thumb over it and circles around the tip and it feels so fucking good he can’t help but groan. “Who’s the loud one now?” she teases and then takes her own ice cube out of the glass and pops it in her mouth before descending down on him.
Drake’s jumps in his seat from the sting of the cold and his jaw drops. “Bennett, what are you doing? What if someone wakes up and sees you?” She doesn’t stop but instead pulls the blanket over her head. He hopes it could pass for her sleeping on his lap if anyone catches them, but that might be wishful thinking. The ice leave a prickling yet pleasurable sensation which fades as her mouth heats up. She massages his balls through his underwear as she expertly licks and sucks his hard length. He feels the pressure begging for release when he hears Bertrand and Maxwell start talking towards the back of the plane. He tugs her hair to signal to stop and she pulls off. “It’s too risky. Anyway, aren’t you trying to drive me crazy all the way home?”
The desire in her eyes tells him what she’s about to say before the words come out. “Plan B. I need you now, Drake.” She stands and Drake barely manages to get his zipper back up before she’s dragging him along with her.
Maxwell catches Drake’s eye with a puzzled look on his face. “You guys know there’s only one bathroom back there.”
“Drake, um, needs my help with something.” Riley replies as she breezes past and practically pushes Drake through the bathroom door. The bathroom is a bit larger than a standard commercial jet but it’s still a tight fit. There’s just enough space beside the sink for Riley to sit,so Drake lifts her up and settles between her hips. He kisses her hungrily and hastily moves down her body because he’s desperate to taste her. He shimmies her skirt up to gain access and laps up sweet, spicy juices and flits his tongue over her swollen clit. She arches into him to increase the friction and he can tell she’s already close, but before she gets there she pushes his head back.
“I want to come on your cock. Fuck me, Drake.” Riley doesn’t have to tell him twice.
Drake drops his pants ravishes her with kisses, Riley licking his still glistening lips. “See how incredible you taste?” he asks, Riley moaning into his mouth in response. He guides himself past her entrance and feels her walls stretch to accommodate him. There’s no better feeling in the world than being inside her. She rocks her hips in rhythm with him and he circles his thumb over her clit, her breaths coming faster. “You ready to come for me, baby?” She nods and he grips her hips, pounding into her hard and fast like he knows she likes. She throws her head back ecstasy, crying out as her body tenses, and she pulses around him. He covers her mouth to try and stifle the scream, but he’s too late. She brings their mouths together again and fists his hair, and that’s all the more he can handle. He can’t hold back his own guttural groans as he finds his release in her.
Drake kisses her forehead. “Well, Bennett, if everyone else wasn’t already awake, they might be now.”
“Hey!” She punches him in the shoulder. “I’m not going to take all the blame, Walker. It’s not like they haven’t heard us before anyway.” She helps him clean up and they compose themselves before heading back to their seats, greeted by a plane full of alert and awake passengers, all eyes on them.
Drake sees Maxwell and knows he isn’t going to let this go without commentary. “It sounds like you both helped each other out in there. Glad you could take care of your ‘issues’.” Bertrand swats at him. “Ouch! You know we were all thinking it.” Bertrand rolls his eyes but snickers can be heard from the rest of their friends. Drake avoids eye contact with anyone else as they sit back down. Riley rests her head on his shoulder, and both satisfied, they drift off to a peaceful sleep.