I reached for my work calendar to see when I had a few days off. With a smile, I circled two weekends from today. One quick text to Amelia, and I would be making plans to fly there.
Me: I need to see you again, love. Are you free in two weeks? I could fly in on that Friday and leave Sunday the second.
Staring at my phone, waiting for a reply, I had to laugh at myself.
“Jesus. I’m waiting by the phone.” I chucked my phone across my bed. Heading to the shower, I decided what I needed was a good jacking off to the image of Amelia in my head.
When my phone buzzed, I damn near leaped across my bed for it.
Amelia: I’m free that weekend. Are you serious? You’d come to Texas?
For that sweet pussy, I’d fucking go around the world twice.
Me: Yes. To see your beautiful face, I’d travel the world.
Okay, so maybe I didn’t tell her what I was really thinking, but I meant what I texted.
Amelia: I’ve got you down! I thought I might be able to see you again, but Waylynn has packed a bag and we’re heading to my hotel to get my things. We’re leaving tonight.
My hand scrubbed down my face as Nancy made it clear they had both orgasmed. Hitting Amelia’s number, she answered on the second ring. “What time does your flight leave?”
“We’re taking Jack’s private plane. Waylynn told him she had an emergency and had to get to Texas. He was more than willing to let her take it. Guess he’s spending the weekend with the woman we saw him with at Marco’s.”
I shook my head. “Damn. I’m sorry about that.”
“It was overdue. Her leaving, I mean. Jack never treated her right.”
“Are you back at your hotel yet?”
“A few minutes away, but traffic is a bitch.”
I quickly headed back out of my bedroom, dressed in the same clothes I had on last night. “Text me when you get there. I want to kiss you goodbye again.”
“That sounds amazing.”
Nancy walked out of the kitchen naked. She licked something off a spoon, and I tried my best to ignore her. Grabbing my keys, I replied to Amelia, “I’ll make sure it’s a hell of a lot better than amazing.”
I couldn’t get the image of Nancy and the guy fucking out of my head. Her moans replayed until I finally asked the taxi driver to turn up the radio. By the time we pulled up to the front of the Ritz, I was wound tighter than a damn yo-yo.
My phone buzzed.
Amelia: I’m at the bar with Waylynn. She needed a drink.
Thank fuck.
The moment I walked into the small bar, I saw her. She sat at the bar with that red hair piled on top of her head. My cock strained against my pants, and I needed to sink deep inside her.
Waylynn was deep in a conversation with a lady dressed in a business suit next to her. She didn’t even see me walk up.
I stopped behind Amelia and leaned down, my lips inches from her ear. “I need to fuck you now. Get your ass in the ladies’ toilet.”
Turning, I walked away.
No one responded to a quick knock on the door to the toilet, so I walked in. Not ten seconds later, Amelia walked in.
“Liam,” she said, heat and desire pooling in her eyes.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked.
With a nod, she reached into her purse and pulled it out. I grabbed it and pushed her against the bathroom door, locking it in the process.
“Wow. If this is how you say goodbye, what is hello going to be like in two weeks?”
I smiled and unzipped my pants, pulling my hard cock out. My hand stroked it lightly as I watched Amelia gaze down and lick her lips.
“Do you know how fucking hard it’s going to be waiting two weeks?” I asked.
Ripping open the condom, I sheathed myself and reached under her short little dress. Her panties were soaked and that only made me want her even more.
I pushed them to the side and sank two fingers in. Amelia gasped and grabbed my arms. I knew she had to be sore from all the fucking. I started to slow my pace when the image of Nancy moaning and looking straight at me flashed through my mind.
“Fuck,” I groaned and picked Amelia up. “Are you sore? Can you take a good fucking right now?”
Her eyes widened. “Y-yes. I can.”
Lining my cock up to her pussy, I pushed in. “Good. Take all of me, love.”
Amelia’s face strained, so I backed off a little. “No! Keep going.”
“Tell me to fuck you, Amelia. Tell me how you want it.”
Her fingers dug into my shoulders. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Liam. We’re in a public restroom! But, my God…”