Blake Hart
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Walking the Line - Part 9
🕑 Added 2025-02-02 13:04:05 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+
The low hum of the engines vibrated through the cabin. The dim light was broken only by the soft glow of reading lamps and the occasional flicker of the seatbelt sign.
Walker and I had spent the entire flight talking and messing around, a stark contrast to the tense journey on the way in. My usual fear of flying had barely surfaced—Walker had kept me grounded the whole time.
Most passengers were either dozing or lost in their in-flight entertainment, completely unaware of what Walker had just whispered in my ear.
“Come with me,” he murmured, his lips barely brushing my ear, his green eyes gleaming with his usual mischief.
I swallowed, my pulse spiking. “W, are you serious?”
“Dead serious,” he grinned. “Let’s make this trip even more memorable.”
Before I could think too much about it, he was already out of his seat, stretching with casual ease as he sauntered toward the lavatories. He didn’t even glance back, knowing I’d follow. And of course, I did.
By the time I slipped inside, locking the tiny door behind me, Walker was already pressing me against the wall, his breath warm against my skin. “Tight fit,” he murmured, grinning.
“We’re gonna get caught,” I whispered, even as my hands found their way under his hoodie, sliding over the firm muscles of his back.
“Only if you can’t keep quiet,” he teased, his lips capturing mine before I could argue.
Walker’s hands roamed my body with urgency, yanking at my waistband as my fingers fumbled to do the same to him. His breath hitched as I wrapped a hand around his length, stroking him slowly, teasing him the way I knew would drive him crazy. His forehead pressed against mine, his green eyes heavy with desire. My dick was already rock-hard as he started jerking it, his movements syncing with mine, each stroke sending a pulse of heat through my body.
“You’re gonna have to be fast,” I murmured, my own voice shaking with need.
He grinned, lips ghosting over mine. “I can make it fast and make it count.”
Walker pulled down my sweats and boxers, his hands moving with urgency as he hoisted me easily up against the cramped sink. His strong hands gripped my thighs, spreading me just enough as he positioned himself between them. I smiled as he pulled up a small bottle of lube from his pocket. “Where did you get that?” I asked as he slicked himself up, the clear gel catching the dim light of the lavatory.
“At the duty-free shop while you were helping your mom find a perfume,” he smirked, coating himself thoroughly before meeting my gaze again.
Then he kissed me, deep and slow, before pulling back. “Ready?”
“Yes, fuck me, W,” I said hoarsely.
The moment he started pushing inside, my head tipped back against the wall, my teeth sinking into my lip to keep from moaning too loud. The stretch was intense, the cramped space amplifying every sensation. My fingers clawed at his shoulders as he filled me, the lube making it slick but still leaving a delicious pressure that sent a shiver up my spine. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me steady as he started to move.
Each thrust sent waves of pleasure rolling through me, the slight turbulence outside only adding to the wild, uncontrollable sensation. The small bathroom filled with the faint slap of skin on skin, muffled groans, and rushed whispers of my name spilling from his lips.
“Fuck, Evs,” he gasped, his voice rough, almost desperate. “You feel so fucking good.”
My hands tangled in his hair, tugging as I pulled him into another kiss. The way his body pressed against mine, hot and slick with sweat, was almost overwhelming. My legs tightened around his waist as I felt the pressure coil deep in my stomach, the pleasure mounting too fast, too intense.
“W—” I tried to warn him, but it was too late. My whole body tensed as my cock unloaded streaks of my cum between us, covering my stomach and his. The sensation must have sent Walker over the edge, his thrusts growing frantic until he lightly bit in my neck with a final, deep groan, emptying himself inside me yet again. His forehead dropped to my shoulder, both of us panting, coming down from the high.
We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies still pressed together, our breaths mixing in the small space that smelled of lube, cum and sex.
Walker let out a breathless laugh. “Shit, we really did that.”
I grinned, stealing another quick kiss. "Your idea, and yeah. Guess we’re part of the mile-high club now."
He smirked. “It was my idea, but you seemed really into it.” He kissed me again before continuing, “I’m glad we did this. And that I get to call you mine.”
My heart clenched in the best way possible. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he murmured, brushing his lips over mine again. “Now let’s get out of here before we get arrested.”
We cleaned up quickly, adjusting our clothes before cracking the door open. The second we stepped out, we nearly ran face-first into a very unimpressed flight attendant.
She raised a single, perfectly arched eyebrow. “Sir,” she said coolly, “this is not a private lounge.”
Walker, ever the smooth talker, grinned shamelessly. “Oh, we were just freshening up. You know, long flight and all.”
Her eyes narrowed, but she sighed, waving us off with a muttered, “Just get back to your seats before I have to report you.”
We didn’t need to be told twice.
Slipping back into our seats, we barely contained our laughter, exchanging small glances that held way too much meaning.
Then, as the plane started its descent, Walker’s fingers brushed over mine. “Hey,” he murmured. “Let’s do it.”
I frowned slightly. “Do what?”
He glanced toward the front of the plane, where our parents sat. “Tell them.”
As we made our way over, tension reverberated in my chest, my heart pounding. When we finally reached them, Mom’s face lit up with a warm smile.
“Hi! Evan, Walker—how was the flight? You look nervous, is it the fear of flying again? Has Walker been taking good care of you?”
I swallowed hard, the weight of what we were about to do pressing down on me. My throat felt tight.
“Yeah,” I managed, my voice shaky. “Walker’s helped a lot. But I’m not really nervous about the flight.” I took a deep breath. “We have something to tell you…”
I hesitated, nerves clawing at me. But then Walker squeezed my hand, grounding me, his voice steady and sure.
“Go ahead, Evs,” he murmured. “I’m here.”
And then—
Comments
Devin
Oh you brat Blake! They didn’t say the words As always. Beautiful story and so well written. Every time o read the first few sentences, I always think it’s poetry. The it leads into the most beautiful story. What a special person you are!
Brendan Gavin
I actually hate you right now! Just kidding. I love all your stories but that cliffhanger 😫
