Chapter 5
Melody
I’m woken the next day by the sunlight streaming in through my bedroom window. I must have forgotten to close my blackout curtains. Groaning, I reach over, tug them shut, and close my eyes. I try for what feels like an hour to fall back asleep, but it’s no use. I’m up. I glance at the clock on my bedside table. 8:17 A.M. Sundays I normally sleep in ‘til at least 11 A.M., but here I am, wide awake and remembering the events of last night.
I still can’t believe I matched with probably the hottest guy on that damn app. Throwing an arm over my eyes, I’m feeling embarrassed that I even swiped right. I was probably a joke to him. Ughhh, but he was so hot. He had enough muscles that it probably wouldn’t take much for him to throw me around. OH MY GOD. I really need to stop… or get laid. Probably just stop while I’m ahead, but I can’t help when my eyes dart over to my nightstand. I don’t remember the last time I had an orgasm.
Sighing, I reach over and grab my rose vibrator from the drawer. Since I take antidepressants, reaching climax has always been an issue, but I swear by the rose. It has been a literal sex-life saver.
Turning the device on, I leave it in idle mode while I slip my hand under my shirt. My stomach is soft without any hint of muscle. I continue my slow perusal and make my way to my right breast. I start to imagine Jaxon. My cheeks flare with embarrassment but I push it down. He’ll never know.
I flick my nipple and imagine his teeth biting me, enough to cause pain but not enough that I don’t enjoy it. My back arches, pushing my breasts against my shirt. I roll my nipple before making my way over to my other breast, giving it the same attention I did to its twin. My other hand reaches up and clasps my throat, applying slight pressure to the sides. I let go just as my vision starts to fade around the edges, getting off on the pain and loss of blood to my brain.
I imagine Jaxon kissing his way down my body, not at all repulsed by my curves and softness. I trail my fingers lightly between my inner thighs before reaching the edge of my panties. I cup myself and can already feel how wet I am. I grind my palm on my sensitive clit and buck my hips.
Grabbing my rose, I turn it to the slowest setting before placing it under my panties to the place I’m most sensitive. The sensation is immediate. I’m moaning out and clicking the button to a faster speed. It’s no longer the rose, but Jaxon’s mouth on my clit, sucking and licking like a starved man. My legs fall open and my other hand goes back to my breast. I’m pinching and rolling my nipple at the same time as my clit is being sucked and tugged. I up the speed again and just as I pinch my nipple, I come undone, and it’s Jaxon’s name I’m moaning out with my release.
God, it feels so good that I don’t remove the vibrator. Instead, I quickly get built up for a second orgasm. I’m heaving, shutting my eyes, and imagining Jaxon throwing my legs over his shoulders before he lines up with my center. I fall over the edge again, this time shouting out repeatedly while my hips lift and I ride the sensation out for as long as I can.
It’s a really good thing I don’t live in my parent’s home anymore. I turn off the rose and set it on the nightstand as I lay back and try to catch my breath. That had to be one of the best double orgasms I’ve given myself in a while. I couldn’t help but imagine Jaxon working himself on my body. That man is sin. I bet all the ladies probably do what I did—imagine Jaxon worshiping their bodies and giving themselves the best orgasms of their life. I’m halfway tempted to redownload the app and message him, but I think better of it.
I get up and make my way to my en suite bathroom where I wash my hands and my vibrator with special cleaner. I take a good look in the mirror. There is a flush to my face that hints at being freshly fucked. I peer at myself through my lashes as I hang my head down, arms braced on the sink. I’m definitely a curvy girl, with a soft belly, breasts that would surely spill over a man’s large hands, and thighs that rub together, even when I spread my feet shoulder width apart. My thighs and ass are dimpled with fat, which I usually smooth out with shape-wear. I have piercing green eyes that are actually my favorite feature because they have an inner circle of gold. I’m a brunette with full wavy hair, streaked with lowlights and highlights. Most days I do messy buns because I just have no energy to do anything else with it. I don’t look horrible, but I imagine a man like Jaxon likes his women with toned stomachs and asses and perky tits. I definitely don’t check any of those boxes.
Pushing off of the sink, I make my way back into the bedroom to my walk-in closet to grab fresh clothes. Given it’s a Sunday, I’m not getting dressy. Some gray sweat pants, black sneakers, and an oversized sweater will do just fine. I head back to the bathroom, set my clothes on the counter, and start up the shower. The room quickly fills with steam and I get in, washing away all hints of my escapade in the bedroom.
Toweling off after my shower, I quickly get dressed and go downstairs to make a coffee. Sundays are the best days to explore the downtown area and stop at the library. I used to love doing a little retail therapy and then taking my books to read at the park. Mom and Dad won’t care that I use my card linked to the family bank account a while longer. Actually, they would probably be happy to hear about me going out in the world. There is something so calming about all of these activities; they are a perfect way to end my week.