Nashville pt. 3

Nashville Night – 5 years ago – pt. 3

One block. It took one more block for a ride to be called. One block to be making out with Wyla in the back of the Uber. In one block, we went from tasting each other's ice cream to tasting each other.

This woman is going to be my undoing, but for her? I'll gladly unravel.

With a hand to her back, I walk her to the elevator in my hotel for the night. A Cheshire Cat smile is plastered on her face and once the elevator doors close, we're back. Her legs wrap around my waist and I turn to press her against the wall.

She tastes like bourbon and strawberries. Up until now, I hadn't really cared much for the fruit but now I'm afraid I'll never be able to eat them and not get hard .

The elevator dings a little too early, and the door opens. A man stands with wide eyes looking at us. I reach back to click the close door button.

"Take the next one," I clip, and Wyla giggles.

"Lucky bastard," he mumbles as the door shuts.

"That was rather rude, maybe he wanted to watch," she muses.

I kiss down her neck and she lets out a hum of approval. "Him being in here wouldn't have stopped me, baby. But I don't even want to share the thought of you with someone else tonight."

The elevator dings again at my floor, and I carry her to my door all while having her lips on mine. As I swipe the card and open the door, she's taken control of the kiss and I'm not even mad about it. I'll let her have this.

She starts to kiss down my neck as I carry her back to bed. "Wyla, before this goes too far, I want to make sure we're on the same page."

"The page is"—kiss—"we're going to have a one-night stand"—kiss—"and you're going to make me orgasm multiple times tonight."

"And you're good with that?" Part of me hates the stipulation of one night only. I'm not sure one night will be enough of her, but I also don't know if I could even give her more with my schedule. But for tonight? I want all of her.

Wyla pulls back. "Yes, one night, Jett. Just one night. Now put that mouth somewhere useful."

"With pleasure." I lay her back on the bed, and travel down her body. I pepper the skin peeking out from her crop top with kisses, and she shivers beneath me. I unbutton the top of her shorts and she lifts her hips, letting me slide both them and her fishnets down but I stop around her knees to keep her legs restricted.

I kiss back up her thighs and pepper more kisses at the edges of her black thong. She writhes more with each kiss, each movement trying to bring me closer to the center.

"Fuck. You're every wet dream come to life. All night you've had me wondering what you taste like." I place a few more kisses along the edge of her thong and she groans.

"Jett, mouth… useful."

I smile against her skin, inching closer until I set a kiss to her center over top of her underwear. I can still feel her wetness soaking through as I circle my tongue around her clit. She moans loudly and tries to spread her legs wider but can't because of the shorts.

"More," she groans.

I give one more kiss with slightly more pressure over her underwear but then take it a step further biting her pussy .

Her back arches. "Oh hell, do that again."

I oblige happily, biting her slightly harder.

"Fuck, why does that feel so good?"

"We're just getting started, Wy."