Page 6 of Autumn & Woods
“W-Woods…”
“Exactly. Be a good lil’ freak.” His hand came around my throat, tight enough to control me. Guide me as I bounced my ass on him. “You feel too fuckin’ good,” he murmured, thrusts picking up, hips smacking against my ass like the whole stall wasn’t echoing it. “You like that shit, huh?” he muttered.
I nodded, eyes shut, mouth open. “Fuck, yes… oh, my God…”
“I can feel you tensin’ up already.” My thighs trembled, and I tried to stay up, but it was too much. I was slipping, and he noticed. “Nah, stay right there,” he said, gripping my waist tighter, dragging me back into every stroke.
“Fuuucckkk… this pussyyyy!!! Yessss!!!” I couldn’t hold back the sounds anymore. I didn’t care who heard. His fingers found my clit from behind, rubbing slow circles as he drove into me, and that was it. I came hard. Body locking. Eyes rolling back. Vision blurry.
“Oooh shit,” he growled, voice tightening. “You gon’ make me…fuck.”
He buried himself deep one last time, grunted against my back, and pulled out, quickly moving to shoot his cum into the toilet. As he leaned against the wall, I gripped the edge of the sink, feeling my juices running down my legs. We were both breathing hard.
Then came the announcement over the speaker just outside:
“Flight 723 to Tavern City is now arriving at Gate C14. All passengers, please begin boarding…”
Woods pulled up his boxer briefs and jeans, then grabbed some tissue. He cleaned me up with surprising care, like he gave a fuck. He reached down, helped me pull my leggings back up, then turned me around and grabbed me by the throat gently. Bringing my face up to his, he kissed me again. Deeply.
When he finally pulled back, he looked me dead in the eye and said, “Happy Thanksgivin’, good pussy Autumn.”
Then, he reached for his hoodie and his duffle bag before walking out like he didn’t just ruin me in an airport bathroom. I stood there for a second with sticky thighs and swollen lips. There were no regrets, though. Just a memory that I knew damn well I’d be reliving on that plane the whole way to Tavern City.
A ss o o na sI stepped off the plane, I felt my hometown buzzing. But my body was still somewhere in that airport bathroom stall, pressed behind a soft, soaked woman with her mouth open and my name on her tongue.
Two hours later, Autumn was still heavy on my mind. The way she moved. The way that pussy pulsated around my dick. That woman was trouble. I wasn’t tripping, though. She was fine. We connected. It happened. I adjusted my chain as I stepped into the terminal with my phone buzzing in my hand.
I smirked. Ty was always on ten since we were kids. I was the older cousin by a few years, and that nigga was one of my day ones. I texted back and told this nigga to relax.
As soon as I made it to the exit, I spotted the black SUV bumping music with the windows halfway down and Ty’s loud-ass voice already yelling out the window before I even reached the door.
“Ayyeee! My dawg back in the city!”
I shook my head and opened the door, tossing my duffle bag in the back. Ty grinned from the driver’s seat, grill shining, chains swinging, and a rep cup in the console that I already knew wasn’t just soda.
“Damn, you look like you need a few blunts and a couple drinks, nigga. That delay shit was crazy, huh?”
“Hell yeah,” I muttered, sliding in and dapping him up. “But, uh… I occupied my time during that last stretch.”
“Word?” he laughed, pulling off. “Was she bad?”
“Pussy good too. She was a vibe. Not gon’ lie.”
His eyes got wide. “Nigga.”
“Exactly.”
He laughed so loud the car shook. “You all smilin’ and shit. Oh yeah, she had that good good. Grown woman coochie.”
I didn’t deny it. I just leaned back in my seat, one hand on the console, the other dragging across my beard. “Vibe was crazy, for real,” I admitted. “Whole situation wild.”
“You get her number?”
I shook my head once. “Nah.”
Ty blinked, turned the volume down. “Hold the fuck up. So, you cracked a random, fine, mystery woman in a public bathroom, then dipped? No info? No nothin’?”
“Had a flight to catch,” I said, eyes on the road. “Didn’t even look back.”
