Page 5 of Autumn & Woods
She tilted her head. “Timing. Place. Second-guessing.”
“Sounds familiar.” I licked my lips and she caught that. Her eyes dropped to my mouth again, then back up to my eyes like she wanted to ask what I meant but already knew.
“You regretted not going further too?” she asked.
“Nah.” I paused. “I just wanna make sure I don’t.” Her breath caught again and she looked down for the first time in a while, like she needed to regroup. I leaned in a little more, lowering my voice. “Sometimes the best shit happens when you stop overthinkin’ it.”
“You assume I’m overthinking?”
“I know you are. Otherwise I might be readin’ you all wrong.”
She shook her head once. “You’re not.”
“You got a wild side, Autumn?” I asked.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, a half smile tugging at her lips. “Is that what you’re trying to find out,Woods?”
I sat back, studied her for a beat. My dick was hard as fuck and had been ever since she started shifting in her seat like she couldn’t sit still. Autumn held my gaze for another second, then downed the rest of her drink like she was making a decision right there. Then she slid off the barstool, smooth as hell, grabbed her purse, and adjusted the hoodie on her shoulders.
She didn't say shit. She just gave me a look over her shoulder with a slight arch to her brow. A look that said,If you coming, come on.I finished the last of my drink, dropped two hundreds on the bar without waiting on a tab, and stood up. My body was already moving before I told it to. Her fine ass wasn’t just walking away. She was leading the way, and hell yeah, I was following.
Id i d n ’ th a v eto look back to know he followed me. I could feel it in my spine. My steps weren’t rushed, but they had purpose. Slow, steady, pulling him with me like I had him on a leash he didn’t mind being yanked by.
I dipped into the terminal bathroom without hesitation. It was one of those single-person newer ones with marble tile and automatic everything. It was super clean, quiet, and had a lock on the door. By the time I turned around, Woods was already closing it behind him.
My pulse was wild as he just stared for a second, like he was making sure I was really about this. So I dropped my Gucci bag onto the sink and proceeded to pull my cropped hoodie over my head, slowly. I didn’t even blink when his eyes dropped to my chest, then back up.
The lace bra I had on had my girls sitting up too pretty, and I knew it. He exhaled once, shaking his head as he moved towards me. He closed the space between us and backed me against the counter with his hands going to my waist like he already owned it.
“You sure you down for this, gorgeous?” he asked, voice low, right by my mouth.
I nodded, breathing hard. “I wouldn’t be in here if I wasn’t.”
That was it. His mouth crashed into mine, hungry and rough, tongue pushing past my lips like he needed to taste everything I hadn’t said yet. His hands slid around my waist, gripping my ass and pulling me forward. My legs parted without thinking, and my back arched. Woods kissed like he had a point to prove, and I let him.
He broke away just long enough to pull the hoodie over his head, then grabbed my jaw with one hand and tilted it just enough to kiss me again, deeper this time. I moaned into his mouth, and that’s when his hand slid down the front of my leggings. He groaned when he felt nothing but skin.
“Why are you like this?” he muttered.
“Maybe it’s God’s way of being funny again.”
That’s all he needed. He spun me around fast, pressed my hands against the cool sink, and yanked my leggings down in one smooth pull. The air hit my thighs, and I gasped, but the warmth of his body right behind me made me melt all over again.
He leaned in, mouth by my ear. “Keep ‘em right there,” he said. “Don’t move.” Then I felt his fingers sliding between mythighs, spreading me apart, and testing how wet I was. “Damn,” he breathed. “You really tryna get fucked, huh?”
I looked back at him, eyes heavy. “You talk a lot for somebody who hasn't pulled it out yet.”
He smirked like I just lit a fuse, then I heard the belt unbuckle and the rustle of fabric. Then, I felt the heavy weight of his dick as he dragged it along my folds first, teasingly, before he gripped my waist and slid in deep. I whimpered. He was big.Thick.Stretching me in a way that made my legs shake before we even found our rhythm.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Take all this dick, baby.” His palm slid up to the back of my neck, holding me steady, bending me lower. “You feel that?” he muttered, deep strokes hitting the depths of my pussy like punishment.
“Yessss… fuck…”
“Say my name.”
“Quamaine…”
He pulled out slowly, then slammed back in hard enough to make me cry out. “Nah. What’s my name?”
