Wilson 13.
“Hi, Wilson.” Chastity sits down at one of the three empty chairs at the table I’m occupying in the clubroom. I’m anxious, waiting for Tilly to call. I want to hear her voice again, want to talk to her, but honestly, I wanna hear her cum with her fingers pumping between her legs.
“Chastity.” I continue to peel the label off my beer bottle, spinning in my hands.
“You ok?” I glance up at the tone of her voice and smile at the sincere concern in her wide innocent eyes. Interesting that a woman I’ve heard sucks cock like a hoover vacuum can still, not only appear innocent, but be genuinely sweet.
“Yeah.”
“I almost believed that.” She chuckles. I shrug, my eyes darting around the room, unsurprised to see Langley watching us closely. I cross my eyes and stick my tongue out at him, and he shakes his head with a small smile. Boy’s got it bad.
A chair scrapes to my right, Quinn dropping into the seat, her shrewd eyes pinned on me. Here we go. A second later, Audrey takes the last chair. Chastity gives them a quiet greeting, then makes to stand up. Quinn holds her hand out.
“Stay. We need ya, Chastity.”
“What?” Poor girl. She’s so shocked her jaw hangs open as she blinks rapidly.
“Sit, girl. Help us, help Wilson.”
I shake my head, “Whoa. Whoa. I don’t need help. I’m good.”
“Is that why you’re stripping your beer bottle wishing it was a certain exotic branch manager and flinching like an addict in withdrawal at every noise?”
“I’m not doing that.” I argue, then stare at all three women and sigh in defeat, “On purpose.” To get their attention off me, I open my mouth and insert my booted foot. “Why don’t we help you with Ford?”
Quinn scowls at me, turning in her seat to find Ford. He isn’t hard to find, fondling Taffy’s fake tits while she pets his crotch.
“Ain’t nothing to help with.” She says matter of fact, making Audrey frown at her best friend.
“I don’t think he does it to hurt you.” Chastity says softly, then sucks her lips in as if she’s afraid of Quinn’s reaction.
Quinn pats the lobbyists hand, comforting her when it’s clear to see Quinn has it bad for Ford…although the more I look at her, the more I see her resignation. She had it bad for him. Fucker’s gonna lose the best thing to ever happen to him if he doesn’t pull his head out of his ass. “I know he doesn’t. He’s…he’s not what we’re talking about now.” She shakes her head and focuses back on me. “What’s your plan for the night of the gala?”
“Uh…” I look around, my eyes pleading with my club brothers to help me. Langley and Lincoln raise their drinks to me but remain where they’re talking or playing pool. Traitors.
“We know she’s holding out until the event is over to preserve her reputation and the integrity of the auction. But once that proverbial clock strikes midnight, you need to bring your A-game and woo her so hard she swoons and has no choice but to fall in love with you and join our ranks and become another ol’ lady and bestie.” Audrey is out of breath by the time she finishes.
Quinn slowly swivels her head to stare at her best friend, an eyebrow cocked. “You ok there, Aud? Need a moment? A change of panties?”
“Shut up.” Audrey says, raising both middle fingers. “Point is, we booked you the Talia suite at the Lytle Park Hotel in Cincinnati. There will be a lavish charcuterie board spread, wine, and sparkling water set up in the living room area when you arrive. You have it for two nights, so make it count.”
“Why…why…why thank you.” I was gonna question them, because, hello, I’m a grown man and can handle my own business, but why argue when they’ve done most of the leg work. And I hate leg day. “That was very kind of you to arrange.”
“Chas, check his temperature.” Quinn demands. Chastity raises her hand hesitantly to check for a fever, I’m assuming, but I grab her hand and gently squeeze it, setting it back on the table.
“No need, I’m not sick.”
“But you thanked us and didn’t argue.” Audrey is as stunned as Quinn. Chastity giggles.
“Wilson is one of the more reasonable brothers.” She tells them with a broad smile.
“Thank—” I cut off when my phone rings. I’m up and running down the hall and up the stairs as I answer it, ignoring the sounds of my brothers and their women imitating whips cracking.
“Hello? Tandoori?”
“Wilson? Are you alright?”
“Yup, just…walking at a normal adult pace to my rooms so I can speak to you.”
“A normal adult pace?”
“I wasn’t running.” She laughs at my vehement response, and I could listen to that beautiful sound for all of my days. However, I want to hear something else first. “Are you home?”
“I am.” Her voice strains, but not with amusement like a moment ago. She’s nervous and, I hope, excited.
“Good girl. Are you in your room?”
A breathy whisper, “I am.”
I can’t help myself, “Do you need to use the bathroom, Tandoori?” Her kitten growl is adorable and does nothing to assuage my arousal. Just picturing her in her room, near her bed, her body poised to follow my every command…fuck.
“No, I do not.”
“Are you wearing pajamas? A nightgown? Are you naked?”
“I-I’m wearing my robe.” I swallow hard. “Sh-should I take it off?”
“Slowly. Let it fall from your slender shoulders, let it tease the sensitive skin of your tits, let it pool around your waist…” I hear her shift and the creak of her bed, my cock jerking in my jeans. “Are your nipples hard? Do they ache?”
“Yes.” Putting my phone on speaker, I set it on my nightstand, and swiftly remove my own clothing. I lay with my back against the headboard, prop my phone on a pillow at my feet, and hit the button to change our call to video.
“Answer my video request.”
Her sharp intake of breath triggers something, my blood pumping as it races through my veins. A predator with prey in his sights. “Wilson.”
“Matilda. Accept it. Now.” I growl, my right hand dropping to my straining erection, squeezing tight. A second later, the ceiling of her room fills my phone screen. “That’s not what I want to see.”
She whimpers, tentatively panning from the ceiling to the top of her head, her dark brown hair glistening in the lighting of her room. Creased forehead. Wide but hesitant chocolate eyes above pinkened cheeks. Bottom lip caught between white teeth. Smooth caramel shoulders. Delicate collarbones. Handful of soft heavy tits, rich colored nipples distended begging for my tongue. Dip of her waist to the flare of her hip bones. In a word: extraordinary.
“Tilly…” I groan, stroking to the base and gripping tight, the pain bringing me back from the edge. “Baby, get rid of the robe. The sheets. Let me see…”
I slouch a little in bed, bending my legs, the phone still resting on the pillow between my feet, giving her an unobstructed view up my body, my heavy balls, thick shaft, wiry torso with sinewy muscle.
“Wilson. You’re…you’re so beautiful.” She speaks in a reverent hush.
“Yeah?” I ask, holding her gaze. “You like the view?”
She nods hard, swallows. “Wilson, you’ve always been beautiful to me. I know…I know we are still getting to know each other, but there isn’t a doubt in my mind that you are…a good man. I wouldn’t be here…here, naked and vulnerable with you, even over the phone if I didn’t believe down to the marrow of my bones, I was meant to call you that day, that you were meant to answer instead of Kadisha, that we were meant to…be.”
“You can’t say shit like that, Tilly, and I am not there to hold you, feel you, kiss you like you deserve. Like I need to.”
Her eyes lose some of the sheen from the emotional moment, a devious smirk overtaking her perfect lips. “Soon, babe.” With a sensuous arch of her spine, she thrusts her perky tits skyward, and so fucking slowly slides the sheet and robe from her bottom half, revealing my Heaven on Earth inch by inch. A narrow thatch of brown hair covers plump darkened lips surrounding a glistening pearl above the opening to my salvation. “In the meantime, tell me what you want me to do next.”
With a deep inhale, I let my eyes run over the length of her body. “Massage your breasts.” Her delicate fingers go straight for her nipples, but I tsk, stopping her before she touches them. “No nipples. Not yet.” Her eyes narrow, but she complies. Tracing the tops, around the areola, then lifting them, feeling their weight, and kneading the flesh. Her eyes glued to mine, her breathing increases as her fingers move. Her thighs tense and she shifts them closed, needing friction. “Open!” I command in a deep growl. She snaps them back open wide, her eyes flaring with heat. “Don’t hide that pussy from me.”
Spreading my own legs wider, I cup my balls in my left hand, the right working my shaft absently as I watch her. “Slide a hand down…don’t touch your clit. Good girl. Spread your lips. Look how wet you are? I can see you gushing even over the screen. Pinch your nipple. Tighter. Pull. Good girl.” My hand moves faster, my tip leaking, balls tingling. “Circle your opening. Are you drenched? Soaked? You desperate for me?” She nods over and over, her breathing choppy. “Pinch your clit. Fuck. Rub it. Harder. Faster. God, yes. So good. So perfect. Wish I was there. Imagine it’s my tongue on your clit, my fingers pinching your nips, my lips demanding your release. Cum for me. Fall, baby. I’ll catch you. Just like that. Fucking hell!” Her body flushes from her feet to her ears, her head thrashing back and forth, her back arching, tits quivering. She whimpers, her breath stalls, then she screams with her mouth closed as her pussy gushes.
Lightning shoots up my spine as my balls pull tight, my cock spasms violently as I shoot over my hand, my cum splattering my chest. I lay back with a contented sigh, my eyes closing as my chest heaves. All I can see is her cumming, the way it consumed her entire body.
“Baby.”
“Mmm.” I chuckle at her lazy response. Forcing my eyes open, I watch her stretch and roll around like a cat and smile.
“You good?”
“Mmhmm.” After a few moments, she grabs the phone and brings it close to her face. Her pupils dilated, a serene smile. “I didn’t know…didn’t expect…”
“Never had phone sex either, baby. Far exceeded my expectations.” She giggles, closing her eyes once more.
“Can’t wait to do this in person. Wanna feel you fill me up, Wilson.” She murmurs, having no idea what those words do to me.
“Sweet dreams, Tandoori.”
“You too…” Her eyes pop open, looking clearer. “I just realized; I don’t know your name.”
Chuckling, I tell her, “Yes, you do.” I continue when she looks adorably confused, “My name is Brady Wilson.”
“So…are you named after Woodrow Wilson?” She looks so proud of herself.
I shake my head, “No. He was never a U.S. congressman, and he’s not from Kentucky.”
Her brows furrow. “Oh. Then how did you get your road name?”
I’m not a fan of how my road name came about, but she’s so eager to know and I don’t want to disappoint her. “Cast Away.”
“Cast away? Cast Away?” She taps her finger against her lips, her eyes darting back and forth as she thinks it over. “The volleyball?!?”
“Yes…when I was younger, my hair was longer, and I looked a little like Tom Hanks in the movie after he’s been stranded on the island for a while. And the founding members of the Congressionals MC are a bunch of assholes.”
“WILSON!” She bellows dramatically, then dissolves into a fit of giggles. I just stare at her unimpressed as she works through her humor. “Can I call you Brady?”
“If you want.” I shrug. I know some guys prefer their road names to the exclusion of anything else, and others insist that their ol’ ladies call them by their birth name. It doesn’t bother me either way, so long as it’s me she calls. “No one else does anymore.”
“Then…good night, Brady.” I can tell she’s not done yet, so I wait. “I’d be happy if I was stranded on an island with you.”
Smiling, I lean in close to the screen, “Your body would sustain me.” I wink lasciviously. Her face screws up in disgust.
“Like a cannibal?”
“NO! Like I’d eat your pussy everyday to stay alive.”
“Oh. That…well…that sounds dehydrating.”
The phone shakes as my head falls back, a laugh bursting free. “Tandoori, you’re all right.”