Nashville pt. 4

Nashville Night – 5 years ago – pt. 4

"Fuck, Jett." Wyla collapses beside me, her body glistening with sweat from our fourth round where she rode me into oblivion. How can someone feel so fucking good? I should be spent, exhausted, dead asleep, but I crave more of her.

" Fuck, Jett, is absolutely right. You should do that again." I roll into her, pulling her to me.

Wyla giggles. "You're insatiable." She wiggles back into me letting her ass push up against my dick.

"Doesn't seem like I'm the only one," I whisper in her ear, and she laughs again.

"I'm sweaty, Jett, let me go." Her body squirms against mine.

"You think I care that you're sweaty, Wy? I don't give a fuck. You're naked and too damn addicting." I nip her ear.

I don't have to see her face to know her little nose scrunch smile is there, but then she squirms again. "Ugh, I'm so sweaty. I can't stand it." She tries to roll away from me, but I don't want to let her go.

I pull her back in and roll us over to the opposite side. I swing my legs off the bed and scoop her bridal style as I stand up.

She continues to laugh her adorable laugh and her nose scrunches. "What the hell are you doing, you caveman?"

"A caveman would carry you like this." I spin around tossing her back on the bed to pick her up again and toss her over my shoulder.

"Okay, you're right, go back to the princess way." She laughs.

"No, no, you made your choice." I carry her into the bathroom, and she squeals when I set her down on the cool countertop.

She marvels at the bathroom again while I turn on the shower. When she came in here after the first time, she talked about the shower for a solid five minutes. Which you would think would be a turn off, but our conversations in between rounds have only made me want her more.

Wyla's funny, smart, and damn, if it doesn't feel like I've known her all my life. There hasn't been even a second of awkward silence between us. Everything with her feels… right .

Wyla continues to look around. "I don't even want to know what you do in order to afford a hotel like this."

"Do you want me to tell you?" One thing is for sure about Wyla—she's not a cleat chaser, she has no fucking clue that I even play baseball.

"Nope, it could be boring. I want to make up my own story of what you do."

I walk back over to her, placing my hands on the counter, leaning close to her. "Baby, I'll be whatever you fucking tell me to be."

"Oh, don't tell a girl that." Wyla hooks her legs around my hips. Her heels digging into my ass to bring me closer. "My sister owns a book store and I have access to smutty books in spades. There are so many book boyfriend things I could have you do. You could be a biker, a firefighter… Oh, oh! You could be a cowboy! Ah, I need my shirt to remind you where your pillows are."

She's smiling and laughing, and I swear, it makes her whole fucking face light up. I don't ever want it to stop.

I brush some of her hair behind her ear and lean in, digging for the southern accent that I've lost a bit over the years and whisper, "Sweetheart, I know exactly where my pillows are. "

A small shiver seems to go through Wyla's body. Her laughter has stopped and her smile turns into a sexy smirk. She wraps her arms around my neck.

I lift her up from the counter. "I think we'll start with any of them that involve a shower."

She places kisses on my neck. "Brilliant plan."

I carry her into the walk-in, tiled shower. I'll admit this hotel room is a bit nicer than when the whole team has to stay somewhere. I don't know if everywhere else was full or if I was just one lucky son of a bitch for the team's assistant to book this place because this hotel room has been fucking good to me.

I set Wyla down, letting her get under the water first… mostly. I technically let her under the water but if you think I'm not going to be touching her body while the hot water falls over her, you're insane.

"So, what do these book boyfriends do in the shower?"

Wyla traces her hands around the lines of my chest and abs, "I could tell you, but it's much more book boyfriend-ish to figure it out on your own."

"That's a little unfair. I haven't read your books. You have knowledge I don't."

"That sounds like a you problem, babe." Wyla taps my arm for us to switch. She grabs the shampoo bottle and squeezes some out in her hand. "I have faith you can think of something."

I shamelessly look at her naked body from top to bottom. "I can think of so many things I want to do to you, Wy."

She smiles and closes her eyes as she works her fingers through her hair. I tug her closer by her hips then take her arms and pull them down. I start to massage the soap into her hair, gently. Her hands wrap around my waist and her eyes shut again.

"I knew you could figure it out."

I laugh. "You said you weren't going to tell me."

"I didn't, I hinted. Girls always hint and book boyfriends know how to pick up those hints." Wyla opens her beautiful hazel eyes and her arms move up around my neck. "Improv moves are also welcome but that's more for the professionals."

My hands leave her head to reach for the body wash. I squeeze some out and start to massage it on her body, giving a few places a little bit more attention. "I'd like to think I'm capable of going pro."

When I finish, I let her back under the water and she pulls me closer. "I think you are very capable." She lifts up on her tiptoes the best she can and her arms around my neck tug down for me to meet her half way. A request I happily oblige.

The hot water falls over us both as our tongues make slow passes. I feel like a fucking teenager again. Ready to absolutely blow my load at any second. Four times tonight. I've had her four times but it doesn't matter because I want more. Just one more.

I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her over to the side, up against the black tiles. I continue to kiss her slowly while my hands travel around her body. From her ass, to her hips, to her perfect breasts.

"Jett," she moans, and grinds against me.

I take that moan as a request for more and without hesitation drop to my knees and hook one of her legs around my shoulder. "This pussy is so fucking incredible. I want to take my time this round." I lightly lick up her center and she shutters against the wall.

"I don't know how much time I can give you," she says breathlessly.

I lick her slowly again and she moans. "I guess you'll just have to give me two then." I give her clit a little nip with my teeth then do small swirls with my tongue. She moans loudly and her body sinks a little lower. It seems my girl loves a little pain with her pleasure .

"Fuck, I love it when you do that," Wyla pants. "Do it again."

I pull out my southern accent for a classic, "Yes, ma'am."

I see Wyla's smile flash across her face. In our four rounds we've done a little exploring. So this time when I bite her clit, I also tease her rim. That smile on her face quickly changes as she moans.

"Jett." Her head falls back and one hand grips onto my hair while the other steadies her on the wall as I slide my finger in her backside.

She screams out my name again and the grip on my hair tightens, pulling me in while her hips roll out her orgasm.

I don't dare slow down or pull back, wanting her to use my face for every second of her pleasure. After a few seconds her body slows and her hips stop. She lets go of my head and looks down at me with a satisfied smile. I meet her eyes and give her clit another slow flick.

Her head falls back again for a moment. "That was amazing." She tries to pull her leg off my shoulder but I pull it back.

"I said I was taking my time, Wy. I'm not done with you." I don't know if I ever will be.

After that round in the shower, Wyla seems exhausted. Her eyes keep closing as she sits on the counter, brushing her hair.

I take the brush out of her hand. "Let me."

She gives me a sleepy smile. "Start from the bottom and work your way up."

"Okay, baby." I follow her instructions. In seconds, her eyes flutter shut and don't open again. When I finish, I scoop her back up and carry her to the bed.

She's wrapped up her towel, so I grab a clean t-shirt from my bag. Her eyes fluster for a moment but stay closed. I put the shirt on her and she gives me a soft smile as she mutters. "I think you'll be a good book boyfriend."

I chuckle, laying her back down and pull the covers up over her. "We'll see. Get some sleep, Wy."

I throw on a pair of underwear and climb in beside her. Her breathing is steady and I know she's deep asleep now.

As I stare at her, there's a pull in my chest. I know this can't be the last time I see her. In just one night she's practically embedded herself so deeply into me that this can't be a one-time thing. Hell, I could see her being a lifetime thing.

I brush her hair back and kiss her forehead.

In the morning, I'll convince her we should see each other again.