Chapter 6
I d i d n ’ t h a v e to 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 my thighs, 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?”
“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.