Part 12 - Mile High

It's finally the day we're getting out of this catastrophic hotel and we're going back home. I can't express how glad I am I woke up alone in my own room. I packed my suitcase to be ready because after the meeting we're only coming back to the hotel for a while since the flight is early.

The morning was very calm and it lacked any kind of unpleasant surprises. Me and Downey had a friendly breakfast together and then went back to the offices for our second and last meeting. It went by the book fortunately. No mistakes, no questions we couldn't answer, no awkwardness. A perfect way to end this business trip.

We acted like nothing ever happened between us. We didn't refer to the events, we didn't flirt, we didn't do anything else. Actually we didn't even exchange many words all day. I'm not sure if I prefer him not talking to me or talking to me. I don't even know which one is less awkward.

I saw him again when we were leaving the hotel. He has a different outfit than I usually see him in. He's wearing dark jeans, a deep red blouse with a light brown jacket on top of it and matching sunglasses with red contacts. A beard is starting showing which also suits him beautifully. That's his casual look and I'm actually fond of it. It makes him look less bossy.

We followed the same drill and soon we were in the airplane on our first class seats. They're so comfortable and silent, just what I need to relax during our time here. The flight started and Downey turned on the TV in our booth. It had a movie playing, probably a comedy since I heard him chuckle every now and then.

He started getting more comfortable in his seat, spreading his arms and legs. I certainly didn't feel happy with my personal space being violated by him. I sighed and kindly moved his leg back to his space. He didn't even turn to look at me, maybe he didn't notice it. A few minutes later he started laughing intensely and his leg was even further into my space.

"Would you mind?" I ask annoyed pointing at his leg.

"Sorry, Ms. Beck, I didn't know I was bothering you so much" he says teasingly and takes his leg back.

I sigh desperately and look outside the window. It's been like half an hour since the flight started and I don't know if I can handle the one hour we have left. He laughs again loudly and moves his arms and legs up and down like a child.

I can't believe I'm attracted to this man.

His hand lands very close to my leg and at this point I'm not sure if he's doing that on purpose or not. Like, does he seriously want to annoy me this much? And like that wasn't enough, I can feel his knuckles brushing against my thigh. I exhale deeply and stand up. He gives me a quick look before looking back to the screen.

I go over to the first class bathroom which is much less crowded and better than the other one. I shut the door and before I even have the chance to lock it it gets wide open, almost hitting me. I try to scream but Downey's lips covering mine stop me from making any sounds.

I try to set myself free but he's kissing me so roughly and holding me with his hands that makes it impossible. He closes the door with his foot and locks it quickly. He breaks the kiss to breathe and just when he's ready to come back to me I keep him away with my hand on his chest.

"What the hell are you doing?" I ask.

"Following your lead" he replies like it's something obvious.

"What lead? What are you talking about?" I shake my head trying to understand him.

"You gave me the look and then came in here. What else could that mean?"

"I looked at you super annoyed and came here to throw some water on my face to relax" I explain.

"I'm also here to relax, what a coincidence" he overpasses my hand and kisses my neck.

"You're such an as*hole" I groan pushing him away.

He crashes his lips on mine again and grabs the hair in the back of my head. His hand finds its way between my legs, inside my skirt. I try pushing it away but he's stronger and finds the way to insert his fingers inside me. I gasp as he pumps them in and out of me and then then push him away.

"You know what? I'm not going to beg for you. And I said it before, I'm not a rapist" he sighs and steps back.

The bathroom is not very spacious so by taking the step back he hits the wall. He seems like he's waiting for my answer. Listening to my heart and my urges I curse under my breath and pull him by his blouse. The kiss might be rough but I can feel his grin against my lips.

"You made the right choice" he says in between kisses and doesn't waste any time.

"I doubt it" I groan.

I jump and he helps me sit on the counter behind me. He pulls my skirt up and my panties down quickly. His hands undo his pants and he takes them down as much as needed for his glowing erection to be free.

"No time for foreplay I'm afraid" he whispers and aligns himself on my entrance.

I roll my eyes at his little comment and then feel him entering me. His hand is covering my mouth to avoid making any sounds. When he's all the way in he starts thrusting his hips back and forth, filling me with satisfaction. I grip his blouse tightly to express the tension I'm feeling and wrap my legs around his exposed waist.

"Don't scream" he says in my ear and removes his hand from my mouth.

He holds my hips powerfully and thrusts even faster. I'm biting my lip and pulling his hair to hold back my moans. It's not easy. Especially when you're are as turned on as I am right now. I can hear him groaning in my ear and then I also feel him biting and sucking my earlobe as well as the spot under my ear.

I have to admit he knows what he's doing and he does it well. Even though he has to be fast he focuses on me with these little things. His thrusts reach the point where they're very fast and deep and along with his groans I get the message that he's close. I'm doing everything in my power not to moan loudly which includes lip biting, pulling his hair and even biting his shoulder. Anything to keep me quiet at the moment.

"Get on your knees" he orders suddenly.

"What? No!" I refuse.

"Do you want me making a mess all over your clothes? I'm okay with that" he continues and I sigh deeply.

He slips out of me and I kneel in front of him. He wraps his hand around his member and strokes himself. When he's ready to climax he puts himself inside my mouth and then shoots his orgasm.

He relaxes against the wall and I stand up to spit it out in the sink. I turn to look at him and he's already dressed again. I lean down to pull up my panties and when I'm back on my feet I can feel him glued on me from behind.

"You know, it would have been a lot hotter if you swallowed that" he whispers in my ear and kisses the back of my neck.

"In your dreams, Downey"

"Believe me, hun, you do much more than that in my dreams" he smirks.

"Piss off" I turn around and say abruptly.

He laughs and caresses my chin with his thumb and index finger. He doesn't say anything, instead he gets out and leaves the door wide open.

I roll my eyes and shut it because I still need to readjust my clothes and throw that water I really need in my face. Before I get back to my seat I make sure there are no people watching me. I take my seat next to Downey, who's smirking so proudly it makes me want to punch him.

I ignore him for the rest of the flight and after half an hour or so we land. We take our luggage and leave the airport. I'm about to call a taxi when Downey stands in front of me and holds my free hand down.

"Don't be ridiculous, we came together, we're leaving together" he says and looks at me.

"We're not the same we were when we left" I shake my head.

"Yes, we are. But anyway, I'm not letting you get a taxi when I'm here"

"What a gentleman" I roll my eyes.

"Thank you" he smiles. "C'mon now, it's a long way to your house"

"Fine, but you're not coming up" I say sternly.

"Ms. Beck, in case you've forgotten I'm 50 years old. I need to get some rest from all our activities the last three days. I have a wife waiting for me back home"

"Oh, now you remember you have a wife?" I ask sarcastically.

"I always remember that. Now, please follow me"

I exhale sharply and follow him. We get in his car and share a long silent drive to my house. Thank God radios exist for such awful moments as this one. He parked outside the building and helped me get my suitcase out of the boot.

"Have a nice night, Ms. Beck. I'll see you around" he smiles at me while resting against his car.

"Good night, Downey" I reply and leave without looking at him again.

A/NDo you like how the story is going so far? 😄How do you think things are going to be now they got back?