Chapter 20: Tension builds as Matt pins Andi against a secluded pillar near security, his hands gripping her hips possessively while she grinds against his growing erection. 'You better not come until I get back,' she breathes into his ear before slipping a vibrating bullet into his pocket with wicked smile.
The airport air was stale, recycled through a thousand lungs, tasting of bleach and anxiety. Matthias stood with his hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets, the ghost of Andi’s lips still a brand on his. Across the bustling concourse, near a newsstand overflowing with glossy magazines, her friends huddled—Chloe, Sasha, and the others—a flock of bright-eyed girls trying their best not to stare directly at them.
Andi, however, had no such reservations. She stood close enough for him to catch the scent of her shampoo beneath the sterile airport smell. Her carry-on bag was slung over one shoulder, her boarding pass clutched in her hand like a threat.
“Two weeks is a long time,” she said, her voice a low, intimate hum that cut through the ambient noise.
“It’s fourteen days,” he replied, his gaze flicking from her friends back to her. He kept his face neutral, a practiced calm. “I think I can count.”
Her smile was a sharp, wicked thing. “Can you?” She took a half-step closer, her shoulder brushing his chest. From a distance, it would look like a casual, friendly goodbye. Only he could feel the voltage in the proximity. “Because I’ve been counting. I’ve been counting since you backed me into that changing room curtain.”
He remembered. The plush carpet, the whisper of silk, her aunt’s disapproving heels. The control in his pocket. He let a slow smile touch his own lips. “Is that right?”
“Mmm-hmm.” She leaned in, her mouth near his ear. Her breath was warm. “I’ve been thinking about what I’m going to do to you the second I get back. The second. I’m not even going to unpack.”
He could feel a familiar heat pooling low in his gut. “Yeah? What’s on the agenda?”
Her whisper dropped, the words deliberate and filthy. “I’m going to start on my knees. Right inside your front door. I’m going to unzip your jeans and take your cock out, and I’m going to suck you until you forget your own name. I’m not going to be gentle. I’m going to deep-throat you until I gag, Matt. I want to feel you hit the back of my throat.”
A jolt, sharp and electric, went straight through him. He had to consciously steady his breathing. Across the terminal, Chloe giggled at something, her eyes darting their way. He knew what they saw. The quiet, dependable friend of the brother. They had no idea about the woman currently whispering obscenities into his ear like she was reciting poetry.
“You’re trying to make this hard for me,” he murmured, the double meaning intentional.
“Is it working?” she breathed, her tongue flicking out to trace the shell of his ear. Her hand came up, ostensibly to adjust the strap of her bag, but her fingers brushed against the hardening line of his cock through his jeans. It was a glancing, fleeting touch, but it burned. “Because it’s sure as hell working for me. I’m so wet thinking about it. I’ve been wet since I woke up this morning.”
“Andi,” he warned, his voice a low growl. The public nature of it, the risk, was a drug. It was the boutique all over again, but the stakes felt higher. Here, anyone could be watching.
“What?” she asked, all false innocence, pulling back to look at him. Her eyes were dark with lust and a glittering, unbearable tease. “I’m just telling you about my trip plans.”
The final boarding call for her flight echoed through the terminal, a robotic interruption that shattered the intense bubble they’d created. Her friends began gathering their things, their chatter rising in pitch.
Andi’s bravado flickered for just a second. The reality of the separation crashed down, and in her eyes, he saw the young woman who’d clung to him in his apartment just days ago, not the seductress playing with fire. She bit her lip.
“Two weeks,” she said again, the words stripped of their tease, now just a stark fact.
He cupped her face, his thumb stroking her cheek. He didn’t care who saw. “Fourteen days. I’ll be right here.”
She nodded, a quick, jerky movement, then rose on her toes and kissed him. It wasn’t the soft goodbye from earlier. It was a desperate, claiming kiss, a promise and a plea all in one. When she pulled away, she turned without another word and hurried to join her friends, who engulfed her with laughter and questions.
He stood rooted to the spot, watching her go until she disappeared down the jet bridge. The terminal felt cavernous and empty without her energy. The lingering sensation of her words, her touch, was a physical ache. He waited until the gate agent closed the door, then turned and walked away, the explicit, vivid image she’d painted in his mind already beginning its slow, relentless torture.
The groan escaped him as he pushed through the glass doors into the humid evening, the sound swallowed by the city's roar. Andi’s words—a detailed, filthy blueprint—were etched behind his eyes, making the walk to his car feel like a punishment. Every step was a reminder of the tight, aching pressure in his jeans, a direct result of her whispered promise to choke on his cock.
He drove home through streets glistening from a recent rain, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. The memory of her in that boutique dressing room, the hidden vibrator’s hum and her stifled moans, superimposed itself over the stoplights and pedestrian crossings. His apartment greeted him with a silence that felt accusing, the empty space a canvas for the graphic fantasy she’d painted.
He tossed his keys onto the counter and was about to pour a drink when his phone buzzed, vibrating against the granite. Ben’s name flashed on the screen, a welcome anchor to a different reality.
“Hey, man,” Ben’s voice was easy, familiar. “What are you up to? Feeling abandoned now that my sister’s terrorizing Europe?”
Matthias let out a breath that was half laugh, half sigh. “Something like that. Just got back from the airport.”
“Perfect. Get over here. I need a second player for some vintage annihilation. I dug out the old console.”
Twenty minutes later, Matthias was on Ben’s couch, the worn leather creaking under him. The glow of the television painted the room in blue and gray, the pixelated landscapes of a game they’d mastered in college filling the screen. The controller felt solid and familiar in his hands.
“You’re still shit at this,” Ben said, his character executing a flawless combo move that drained Matthias’s health bar.
“Your nostalgia is making you delusional,” Matthias fired back, his thumbs working the buttons, falling into the old, comfortable rhythm of their competition. The explicit images of Andi began to recede, soothed by the simple, brutal logic of digital combat. For a few hours, the only thing that mattered was the game.
The pixelated carnage on screen finally faded, leaving Matthias and Ben in a comfortable silence broken only by the hum of the console. "I'm calling it," Ben groaned, stretching his arms over his head. "My reflexes are officially too old for this."
Matthias set his controller down, the ghost of Andi’s airport whisper slinking back into his mind now that the distraction had ended. He stood, the weight of the coming weeks settling on his shoulders. "I should head out. Let you get some beauty sleep."
Thirty thousand feet in the air, the first-class cabin was a bubble of muted luxury. Andi accepted a flute of champagne from a smiling attendant, the bubbles tickling her nose. Outside the window, the world was a blanket of endless, featureless cloud.
Chloe clinked her glass against Andi’s, her eyes bright with curiosity. "Okay, spill. What was that intense whisper-fest with Matt about? It looked... serious."
Andi took a long sip, the cool liquid doing little to quell the heat that memory ignited. She felt a familiar, slick warmth between her legs just thinking about it. "Let's just say I gave him something to think about while I'm gone."
Sasha leaned in, lowering her voice. "Something like what? Details, Miller."
A slow, wicked smile spread across Andi’s lips. She glanced around the cabin, ensuring no one else was listening. "I just told him I have very specific plans for his cock the second I get back." She left it there, the image hanging in the air, raw and unfinished. The girls gasped and giggled, but Andi just sat back, savoring the secret and the power.