Wilde by Abby Brooks

Chapter Twenty-One

Leo

Even from first class, the wait to disembark is taking too goddamn long. And I don’t have time to waste. Not with the memory of Amy’s hand gripping my cock driving me crazy. I need to see her naked body spread across the bed. I need to touch and feel every part of her. I need to hear her scream my name.

When the fasten seatbelt sign turns off, we’re the first into the aisle, officially forming the line to exit. Now if someone will please open the damn door. For a moment, one of the flight attendants and I make eye contact. My focus darts from her to the door and back. Just use a firm grip on that lever there, put your shoulder into it, and push. She smiles politely then turns her attention to another attendant. If they don’t fucking hurry up, I’m taking Amy to the lavatory and things are going to get awkward.

My one consolation, thanks to the rush of normals cramming in behind us from coach, is that I’m physically pinned against her ass. Which presses and rubs against my dick every time she shifts or moves.

Fucking hell.

Then—because fuck my life—the captain comes over the intercom to announce that he’s been informed of a problem with the jet bridge and we’re going to be delayed “a few more minutes.” Groans erupt throughout the cabin. As if even the most infrequent of travelers are fluent enough in pilot-speak to know how flexible “a few more minutes” can be when trapped on an airplane.

Amy looks back anxiously, the yearning in her eyes met by the burning in mine. “This is taking forever,” she whispers while reaching between us and squeezing the crotch of my jeans.

“You have no idea how much I want you right now,” I growl into her ear. “Not the first fucking clue. But I’m gonna show you.” I kiss and nibble along her jawline. “As soon as we get to the hotel, you’re mine.”

“That better be a promise, Wilde.”

A wafer of a woman too posh to stand gasps in astonishment from her seat directly behind us but whatever. We’ll never see her again, so her opinion doesn’t matter. Besides, maybe she’ll go home ‘inspired’ and give her husband a reason to remember why he fell for her in the first place.

Finally, after the longest fifteen minutes of my life, the flight attendant opens the door then steps back and smiles. “Thank you for choosing Sonic Regional.” Stepping off the plane, I hear her recite the same words to each passenger who passes as I snake an arm around Amy’s waist and squeeze her into me.

“Welcome to Nashville. What do you want to do first?”

She turns, something wicked dancing in her eyes. “I thought you had a promise to fulfill.”

“Right. My fault, I was trying to be polite, given all the people. What I was really asking was, where do you want to do it first? You know like, in the bed? Maybe the shower? Or, if you’re feeling particularly voyeuristic, with you naked, pressed against the window.”

“You’re something else, you know it?”

“Are you trying to convince me you don’t love it?”

“I’m saying I don’t understand why it still works.”

I sling an arm around her shoulder as we navigate the throngs of people milling through the airport. “Call of the Wilde, babe. It’s the call of the Wilde.”

* * *

The Uber driver clears his throat before repeating himself. Louder than before. “Uh, here we are. At your hotel…”

I tear my mouth away from Amy’s enough to nod an acknowledgement at him. “Come on Skips,” I say, dragging my thumb across her lip. After she slides out, I close the door and thump the roof—“Thanks again.”—then pinch her ass as I step past to open the door for her.

A young brunette wearing a nametag labeled Helen greets us at the front desk. “Morning y’all. Welcome to The Nashville Majestic,” she says with just the right amount of Tennessee twang.

“Morning. Reservation for Wilde.”

“With an E,” Amy adds with a sultry smile in my direction.

Helen’s fingers click and clack over the keyboard. “Yes sir. I see your reservation here. We have you down for two adjacent rooms. Checking out tomorrow. Is that correct?”

Amy’s hand caressing my ass through my jeans amplifies the urgency for the room. And makes it severely difficult to concentrate. “That’s right! Uh…I know it’s early—” my voice cracks in surprise when she pinches my left cheek “—but we’d like to check in now. If that’s possible.”

“No problem.” Helen’s fingers click and clack again and then her smile fades. “Oh dear. I’m afraid one of the rooms is still occupied. I could look for something on a different floor for y’all. Or, if you don’t mind waiting for the second room, I can check you into the other one now. Would that be all right?”

“That’s fine,” Amy answers. “We’re…pressed for time.”

Helen brings her hand to her mouth to hide a knowing smile as she checks us in. “Your room is on the sixth floor.” After handing me the keycard, she points down the hall. “The elevators are just around the corner there, to the left. If you need anything, press zero from your room phone.”

My hands explore Amy’s body before we even reach the elevator. By the time the doors open on the sixth floor, we need a moment to put our clothing back to rights before we step into the hallway. When we find the room, I insert the card and impatiently wait for the light to turn green, then throw open the door and scoop Amy into my arms. A heavy thud echoes down the hall when the door slams closed behind us. Her skirt bunches beneath her on the bed, exposing her lace panties. “My God. You are so sexy.”

Amy’s attention trails down my torso. She grabs my belt and pulls me to her. “Will you please enter the combination to this damn buckle?”

My dick strains against my jeans. I yank my shirt over my head and toss it on the floor, then unfasten my belt, unbutton my jeans, and set him free. I climb onto the bed and her elegant fingers wrap firmly around the base as she takes me in her mouth.

So warm.

So wet.

The toe-curling sensation as her tongue traces the tip.

She sucks and licks, cupping my balls as she takes me to the back of her throat. Over and over. Again and again. I thrust forward, my body ready to pump my load into her mouth but that’s not what I have in mind for us.

Not today.

Not yet.

“Lie back.”

Amy complies, licking her lips as she opens her legs, fully exposing a lace thong. While she slips her t-shirt over her head, I shimmy the delicate fabric past her hips and line my cock up with her entrance.

Our lips crush as I push into her.

She moans her approval when I pull out and slide forward again.

After weeks of confusion and frustration, I’ve lucked into a second chance. This time I intend to do things differently. I see her now. I know how rare and special she is. I want her to remember every moment.

My tongue swirls and licks her nipple before sucking it into my mouth. I gently pull and bite the tender flesh as my hips rhythmically grind against hers. Her eyes roll closed as her orgasm takes hold. My pace quickens, guiding her over the edge, but before she has time to come back to earth, I flip her onto her stomach and pull her hips into me, snaking one hand to massage her clit.

“Oh. My. Fucking…” Amy gasps. “That’s it. Right there.”

“You like that?” I ask with a slap on her ass. “You like this?”

“Yes. Please…don’t stop.” Her words are rushed.

And just like that I’ve got her where I want her. “Say my name.”

“Oh God—Wilde!” she screams.

“Wrong.” I pause, my diamond-hard cock hovering at her opening. “Say my name.”

Amy’s hips push back in search of me.

“You know what I want to hear. Try again.” I tease my tip along her folds before slipping back in.

“Yes. That’s it!”

“Say it.” I grab her hips and lie back, pulling her on top.

She kneads her breasts and tweaks her nipples as her hips buck and roll against me. “Leo! Yes! Oh, fuck, Leo!”

To finally hear her say my actual name, it’s my undoing.

It unleashes something too big to name.

There’s an unraveling in my heart that feels like a freight train barreling my way.

I chase my own pleasure. Harder. Faster. Our skin slaps as I ram my hips into hers. My balls clench and fuck if she doesn’t come again, just as I pump once, twice, again…then finish with her, grunting my approval as I watch her quiver and shake.

* * *

Forty-five minutes and another orgasm or two later, we lie naked on the bed. Panting. Drenched in sweat.

Amy’s head raises and lowers on my heaving chest. “That was…I’ve never…I mean my legs won’t stop shaking.”

“Same—minus the leg thing.” I run my fingers through her hair. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a shower and some food.”

“Definitely. But I honestly don’t think I can stand.”

I hand her the menu from the bedside table. “Why don’t you order room service while I shower?” Standing naked in the bathroom doorway, I turn back. “And don’t skimp. You’re going to need your strength. We’ve got the entire afternoon together and that? That was just the start.”