2. Selena

Isit there for a moment, worrying my lip. Was he serious? I don't even know this man. Am I really ready to have round two of fucking a goddamn stranger?

Fuck it! You only live once. I'm horny as hell and damn if I don't deserve to join the club. I stand nonchalantly and make my way to the bathroom. Passing the rows of seats, I keep my eyes locked on my destination, afraid that if I make eye contact with any of the passengers, they'll know exactly what I'm doing and I'll chicken out.

When I get to the back, there are two bathrooms and I have no fucking clue which one he went in. I don't have to wonder for long though as the door to my left opens, and a tattooed muscular arm reaches out, snakes around my waist, and pulls me inside.

He shuts the door, then pushes me against it, flipping the switch to occupied. Leaning his head down, he places his lips by my ear. "I was afraid you changed your mind, and I was going to have to come in here and fuck my own hand. You're the hottest fucking woman I've ever seen." He growls as he shifts his head to the left, devouring my lips in a searing kiss that has my toes curling.

Fuck! If it's this good already, I can't imagine what it'll be like when he fucks me.

His hands slide down my body as he kneads my breasts, before moving to my skirt, lifting it, and ripping my panties off. I feel a slight sting at the sudden action.

"That's better." His fingers glide through my hot core and rub small circles over my clit. "Shhh, Princess, don't want anyone to know what we're doing." He chuckles quietly, the rumble sending shock waves straight to my core.

His fingers continue to slide through my wet folds and I instinctively rock against them as shocks of electricity hum through my body. A second later, they disappear and I let out a disapproving groan.

"We need to hurry. We don"t have much time."

He reaches down before I hear the rattling of the buckle on his belt. Pulling out his dick, one so massive both in girth and length, I ponder on how it will even fit.

What is up with these men? Both in the last two days have had monster cocks.

He grips the head of his beast and strokes it back and forth between my lips, teasing me. "Please, fuck me," I beg, not wanting to wait any longer.

"As you wish."

He lifts my leg up, wrapping it around his waist, and grabs his cock with his other hand, lining up the head of it at my center. Sliding it in slowly, my body tenses as I accommodate to his size. I moan at the fullness while he stops to give me time to adjust before he begins thrusting in and out.

"Oh, God!" I cry out into his shoulder, trying to keep my voice low but failing miserably.

"If you can't be quiet, Princess, I will gag you with your shredded panties."

He places the pad of his thumb over my clit and rubs it vigorously as he pumps into me faster. The scream builds in my throat and right when I think I can't hold it back any longer, he captures my mouth with his, swallowing all my sounds.

A rap on the door has me freezing, but only spurs him on. "Be out in a minute," he calls out with a grunt.

"A minute?" I whisper as I feel a fluttering in my stomach, signaling I'm close.

"Oh baby, I'm close. Once you come, I'm exploding inside of you."

True to his word, not even a minute later, my orgasm hits like a tidal wave, threatening to drown me. When my pussy clamps down around his cock, ropes of hot cum fill me up.

I collapse into his arms as we both ride out our release, breathing hard as we try to catch our breath. When we're both done, he lowers my leg and pulls his cock out, leaving me feeling empty.

Using my ripped panties, he cleans me a little before balling them up and placing them in his pocket.

"I think I'll keep these to remember you by. Now, head back to your seat. I'll meet you there in a minute."

Sliding past him, somehow just now realizing how small the bathroom is, I roll off some toilet paper and wipe my legs, making sure to remove all traces of our encounter.

Looking in the mirror, I see a thoroughly fucked woman staring back at me. I run my fingers through my hair, smoothing it down the best I can. He laughs, but I don't care as we once again maneuver around each other in the tight space.

Taking hold of the knob and turning it, I walk out and keep my eyes on the ground, not wanting to look at the stewardess who is standing there with her arms crossed across her chest, tapping her foot on the ground, like a teacher scolding their pupil.

"Sorry," I mumble sheepishly, as my face heats. Before she can say anything, I scurry off down the aisle to my seat.

I feel everyone's eyes on me, like they all know what I've just done in the bathroom. Shaking those thoughts away, I keep going. It's only when I go to sit that I remember I have no underwear. Damn him.

A couple of minutes later, Elias comes strutting down the aisle like a prized horse at a fair, sliding past me to his seat. Leaning into me, he places his mouth right by my ear and whispers, "Thanks for the mile high fun, Veronica, and the panties. They'll be used as part of my spank bank."

Fuck me! The only saving grace is that when this man brags to his friends about the girl he banged on the plane, it will always be Veronica. No one will ever think we are one and the same. We sit there in silence, him with a smug ass grin on his face and me burning with embarrassment. I can't believe I just did that.

Needing to take my mind off of it, I bend over and search through my bag, pulling out my book. I"ve recently been reading smutty romance, and it's become an addiction. Right now, I'm caught up in this lacrosse romance where the main girl pretends to be a guy so she can get on the team.

Every time he leans in over my shoulder to take a peek at what I'm reading, I shift my book so he can't.

"Come on, Veronica, I want to read and get cultured too," he whines, causing me to just shake my head.

Really? He wants to keep talking? I really thought he was the hit it and quit it type of guy.

He finally gives up, shifting his gaze to the window, staring out of it aimlessly. I know because I sneak glances at him out of the corner of my eye.

He really is gorgeous. But there's something that I'm just noticing now that seems oddly familiar. Is it the profile of his face, the dimple on his cheek when he smiles? Shaking it off, I go back to reading.

The plane begins its descent, and the stewardess starts her spiel. I can finally be on my way to my mom, attend her wedding, and get back home. I love her, but she can be so overbearing sometimes. ‘Selena, it's time you settled down, got married, and had me some grandbabies. You know you're not getting any younger, and soon all the good men will be snatched up.' She just doesn't know when to give it a rest. I already live with the guilt and loss of my father, knowing he will never walk me down the aisle, or be there to bounce his grandkids on his knee as he tells them stories of me as a child.

A tear slides down my cheek and I hastily reach up to wipe it away, but not before he notices.

"Veronica, are you okay?" His concern causes my heart to melt a little.

"Yeah, just thinking of my dad. He passed away a couple of years ago," I tell him softly, my voice cracking. Every time I talk about him, it ends with tears.

"I understand. My mom passed away about six years ago from cancer. We thought she could beat anything. She fought it twice, but it kept coming back with a vengeance, finally winning. We were there with her until the moment she took her last breath. There's not a day I don't think about her or want to pick up the phone and call her. So I won't tell you that the hurt goes away. You just learn to deal with it a little better. The breakdown and tears become less, but never go away." He smiles gently, his eyes holding so much compassion.

God, could this man be more perfect? He knows exactly what to say to console you, and can fuck like a god. Too bad I won't see him again after today. It's for the best, though. I have no clue where he's from and I always self-sabotage relationships, anyway. Especially the good ones. I've never been able to accept that good shit can happen, always waiting for the next shoe to drop that'll throw me for a loop. So I learned to be the one to drop it first. That way, I never get hurt. I'm just alone a lot. Maybe that's why I did the random hookup last night and today.

The plane lands and begins to taxi to the terminal. Almost there. I can see his hands sliding up and down the length of his jean-clad legs nervously.

"So, Veronica, is there any way I can get your number? Call you sometime, maybe meet up and go on an actual date?"

I want to say yes, so fucking bad, but I can't. I'm really attracted to this guy, and I know if it went well, I'd do something to push him away. Until I can learn to deal with that, I can't hurt other people. Maybe hit-and-run sex is the way to go. No ties, no feelings for the most part, and no information. That way we can't contact each other.

"I'm sorry, you're hot as fuck, and I really, really like you, but I don't see it going anywhere. We most likely live nowhere near each other, and a date just seems a step backward after what we just did."

I glance at him just as the stewardess calls for us to disembark and he's staring at me. Without saying another word, I stand up quickly, snatching my bag up from the floor, and race down the aisle, pushing my way in front of the other passengers.

I need to get off this plane before he tries to convince me to change my mind.

"Veronica, Veronica!" comes from behind me and I start walking faster. I know the airport will be crowded and it'll give me the chance I need to disappear into the masses.

I burst into the terminal and hit the ground running. The bathroom up ahead gives me the opportunity to do just what I wanted, to vanish. Making a quick shuffle to the right, I head into it and straight to a stall, shutting the door behind me as I let out a sigh of relief.

Did I really just run like a madwoman from the hot guy who wanted to take me on a date? That would be yes, because I'm a fucking idiot!

Selena, you need to get your shit together. At that moment, I vow the next time I'm asked out or someone wants my number, I'll give it to them. Also, my real name would be good as well.

I hang out in the bathroom, relieving myself, and freshening up until I'm pretty confident the coast is clear and then head out to the baggage claim to collect my luggage.

Luck is on my side. I catch a glimpse of him, bag in hand, heading toward the exit. Crisis averted. But my heart breaks a little, knowing I screwed up a chance for what I bet would've been an amazing date.