Page 5 of Wish Me Home

He didn’t bother to sit back down and waved the bartender over once more. She rolled her eyes at us, which was terrible customer service, but the poor girl was probably overly tired and stuck here like the rest of us.

“Can I close out my tab please?” Cody asked when she made her way over to us. She nodded, turning to the till and printing out a ticket. She ran his card and then tucked it into a tiny clipboard before handing it over to him with his bill.

He signed the final amount, adding a hefty tip. My eyes rounded out at the amount. She hadn’t been the friendliest bartender, but I understood her frustrations as well. Maybe it took working in the service industry to get what she was going through that evening.

Once the bill was signed in an elaborate flourish that I had to roll my eyes at, Cody unexpectedly grabbed my hand. “Let’s go find a place I can change out of this uniform, yeah?”

What the hell was happening here? We’d gone from me waiting for a flight that wouldn’t happen, to awkwardly flirting at the bar, to sneaking off somewhere? I wasn’t this person.

I tried to pull my hand from his grasp but he tightened his hold on me. I scrambled to grab my bag as he pulled me into the terminal and down the long halls of O’Hare. He wasn’t letting up as he directed me into a family restroom and dragged me through the doorway.

Oh shit, this was about to go down… in the fucking airport.

Once the door clicked closed and was locked behind us, Cody unceremoniously shoved me against it as his tongue demanded entrance into my mouth. Gasping in surprise, I allowed him in.

His tongue was warm and smooth as it danced around mine, and his lips were full, yet firm as he controlled the kiss, taking what he wanted. His mouth was still sweet from the egg nog with remnants of nutmeg. As our kiss grew heated, his warm fingers shoved underneath my hoodie, shoving the material over my abs while his other hand hooked into the waistband of my sweats. Cody turned up the heat from zero to a hundred as he touched my skin and claimed my mouth. I damn near whimpered against his lips.

Damn, the man knew how to kiss a guy stupid.

Chapter Four

Cody

Ihadn’texpectedhimto take the drink. It’d been a dumb joke, and he’d taken the damn bait anyway. When his lips rested where mine had been on the glass, it was like something inside had snapped and I needed to have him. There were few options in an airport of places to fool around, but I had an idea and hoped we didn’t piss someone off in the process.

I barely remembered paying my tab, distracted by the throbbing of my cock in my pants. It was bold of me to assume he was into this, but he’d seemed okay with me touching him, his eyes flaring with heat when I’d swiped the drink from his lip.

I probably should’ve slowed down when he fought against me by pulling his hand away, but he followed me regardless. It was interesting walking around with all these people sporting wood like I was but it was so crowded, no one noticed. Bathrooms were so dingey, but there wasn’t any other option.

His lips were soft as I pressed mine to his, and his gasp was an open invitation. I should’ve probably slowed down. Telling myself to take it slow quickly became my inner mantra as I pushed his hoodie up, trailing my fingers across his chest. He was smooth with only a fine smattering of hair and I wanted to pet him.

Breaking from his lips I trailed kisses down his jaw to his neck. He panted and writhed against me. I could feel his arousal pressed into my thigh. It sent a thrill through me knowing that he was just as turned on. I hadn’t realized that I’d grabbed the waistband of his sweats, but there was no stopping me as I trailed a finger along the band. His eyes screwed shut when I tugged and pulled at his pants.

“Emmett,” I cooed as my finger dipped just a little lower, and brushed the base of his cock through his underwear. He bucked against the contact, opening his eyes wide to stare at me. His cheeks were pink and those grey eyes were so intense I was at a loss for words just looking at him.

“Don’t—don’t start something you can’t finish,” he demanded, pressing his hips forward once more.

I smirked at him, and sank down to my knees.

“Shit. Really?” he panted. His eyes twisted shut again, and he planted his hands flat against the door as I worked the material of his sweats down his thighs. He wore red boxer briefs and his erection strained against them with a small wet patch already forming at the tip.

Leaning in close, I ran my nose against the length of him, inhaling his scent. Emmett released a shuddery breath as I closed my mouth over his length, the material of his boxers between us. His hips shot forward again and my hands held him still.

I continued my assault on his dick through the material of his boxers, sucking and slurping. The material was damp, and he trembled with need and want. Finally, granting him relief, I grasped the waistband and pulled them down.

His cock sprang free, standing proud and surrounded by a patch of neatly trimmed hair. He wasn’t overly long or thick, but the perfect size for me to get my mouth around. I grasped the root, angling him upward, licking a trail from base to tip. I looked up and noticed his intense gaze boring down into me.

“Cody,” he choked out. His hand finally found its way into my hair, which surprised me it had taken him this long to touch me. His fingers gently flexed in the strands as if he was deciding on if he was going to grip on tight or not.

“Mmm,” I purred, running my tongue along the ridge of the head. I dipped inside the slit, gathering the pre-cum that was there, running the length of his shaft again.

“Jesus, just put your damn mouth on me,” he demanded.

I pulled back slightly, and his grip on my hair tightened. I smirked up at him. “But, Emmett, my mouth is on you,” I teased.

He let out a growl of frustration, pulling my head forward. He knocked my hand on his cock out of the way, grasping it himself and angling it at my face. “Open your damn mouth and suck.”

My mouth opened on demand, and the head of his cock passed between my lips, shoving it in until the crown brushed the back of my throat making me gag. Maybe I’d made him wait too long? I liked it when my partners got a little dominant and rough with me, so Emmett was ticking all my boxes.

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