Chapter 6 #2
Breathing her in deeply, I shiver with desire at her musky, sweet scent. She’s bowing her back slightly as Markus pulls up her short shirt, exposing her black bra and her very hard nipples.
Shit, she looks sexy as hell. The picture of sex and adoration, of temptation and desire.
Markus grips Melody’s head with his hand, turning her face toward his lips so they’re making out.
As he pulls the cups of her bra aside, I get a nice view of her dusty rose-colored nipples while he twists and pulls at them.
The view is so fucking erotic, I have to reach down my pants and hold my cock tightly to keep from coming.
Do not cum in your pants. Do not cum in your pants.
Leaning forward, I lose all finesse and dive right into her pussy. Eating like I’ve been waiting years for her. Because I have.
And I’d wait a hundred more if it meant she was mine.
Licking into her cunt, I feel her walls tighten around my tongue.
Melody grinds down, slotting her cunt over my face perfectly .
My nose nudges against her clit with every movement of my tongue.
I eat and eat and eat, until I’m shaking from need and so is she.
Securing her leg around my shoulder tighter, I plunge two fingers into her and curl them to find the little patch inside her that will make her scream for us.
I really hope it’s not, but if this is the only time I get her, I’m going to make her remember it for the rest of her life. Make her think twice about being without us ever again.
Mel squirms in our hold and her standing leg starts to shake. I pull back, face wet and shiny, and order, “Brace her.”
Markus nods, moving his hands to her ass and I know I can lift her other leg so she’s off the ground, completely supported by us both.
Markus starts whispering in her ear, but with her thighs wrapped around my head, I can’t hear the quiet words.
Whatever he’s saying is helping, because she relaxes under my hands and one of her hands slips into my hair, pulling at the short strands.
Guiding me, pushing me, moving me where it feels best for her. And fuck, I’ll let her do whatever to make sure she comes on my tongue.
“Markus,” she cries roughly, and I look up to see him twist her nipples and bite her neck. That’s definitely going to leave a mark.
“Fuck, Adam!” Her eyes drop to watch me as the little silver ball on my tongue rolls around her clit for the first time. I raise one eyebrow in delight when her eyes roll back in her head and she clenches her inner muscles around my fingers.
I knew I wouldn’t regret this piercing.
Mel clenches again and I wrap my lips around her clit, sucking and rolling the piercing over it gently while I rub my fingertips against the spongy spot inside her.
“I can’t—wait, stop!” She rips her lips from Markus and makes eye contact with me. “I can’t, I can’t,” she cries panickedly, arching her back more into Markus’ chest.
“You can,” he growls knowingly. “Don’t you fucking stop now, Adam. She’s going to give you what you’ve always wanted.”
I double down, moving faster but making sure not to apply any more pressure.
“Adam, Adam, Adam.” Melody chants my name and it’s what I’ve only ever dreamed about. Her breathy moans and the desperate tilt she puts on my name is fucking chefs’ kiss . “You don’t understand,” she cries as she tries to pull away but Markus and I just hold her tighter.
“Do it, Mel. Do it, and get him all messy. He’ll fucking love it, baby. You don’t understand—it’s all he’s ever talked about. I bet he strokes his cock at night thinking about you gushing all over his face. Dripping down his chin. Making him so wet that he’ll smell of your cum for days.”
I groan, slipping my tongue against her cunt and getting her taste all over my mouth. Every word he said is true, though I don’t know how he exactly knows of my fantasies. Maybe they’re his, too. I don’t care about that right now. Right now, I need her to come on my face.
Melody screams and the sexiest fucking thing happens.
Something I’ll forever remember and keep in my spank bank because goddamn, it’s the hottest thing to ever happen to me.
Melody squirts all over me. It’s like a spray of her cum soaking my face.
Her scream is audible even through the earmuffs her thighs have made around my head.
She tries to squeeze her legs shut as much as she can, threatening to cut off my air supply, but that’s okay.
I’ll die a happy man, doing what I now know I love more than anything in the fucking world. Eating Melody Sullivan’s pussy.
I groan, doubling down and continue to lick her through her orgasm, but I lose my control of my own. I moan as I come in my boxers like a teenager.
Fuck, Melody. Melody, Melody, Melody, I chant in my mind, my fingers tightening into the flesh of her ass as I keep going. Keep fucking her through our shared orgasms.
I can feel that she’s starting to stutter, the fluttering around my fingers and my tongue starting to slow. Her squirt drips down my face onto my neck, soaking into the collar of my shirt and I feel my own orgasm pulse to an end.
“Oh my god, oh my god, Adam!” Melody gasps when she comes down from her peak. She physically drops down and stands up, stepping out of Markus' hold.
“I’m so sorry, oh fuck. I’m sorry,” she stammers.
She looks so embarrassed; her cheeks pink and her eyes starting to form tears.
Bending down, she pulls up her skirt as I slowly stand.
When she looks at me with this doe-eyed expression, as if I’m going to throw her away from me, I make sure she’s watching as I stick my wet fingers in my mouth to lick her off it.
My boxers are messy, I’m sure a wet spot is visible, but that’s the least of my worries. I wipe my mouth, but otherwise let her essence dry into my skin.
“Melody, stop.” I pull her into me, getting a good look at her bare breasts, reddened from Markus’ touch.
“I’m so embarrassed.” Her cheeks are a beautiful blush pink from a seemingly satisfying orgasm and from the embarrassment she’s unrightfully feeling.
“Why?” Markus asks, looking as confused as I feel.
She covers her face with her hands and he steps forward, pulling her hands off her face so we can see her.
“I… did that… all over you,” she mumbles and looks down.
Markus looks at me, and with his fucking jokey nature, I know if I don’t say something first, he’s going to make a joke and send her running again.
And that’s not what she needs. I won’t let that happen again. Not now.
Stepping forward, I take her hands from Markus and he nods, stepping back.
“Melody, that was the single hottest fucking thing to ever happen to me. I… fuck.” I take her palm and kiss it before putting her hand on my chest. Right over my heart.
“Markus was right, the nosy fuck. I’ve been dreaming about you doing something like that my whole life.
Never be embarrassed about that. Ever .”
“But—” She starts to stutter and I do the only thing I can think of to put her mind at ease. I wipe my hand across my chin and neck before licking my hand clean. Watching her eyes darken, I smirk before leaning down to kiss her lips.
“I fucking loved it,” I whisper hoarsely, softly enough that she can feel just how serious I am.
“My turn next, okay?” Markus butts in. I want to roll my eyes at him, but a quick glance down and I see he’s just as painfully hard as I was.
“Next?” Mel asks with a shocked look. It’s super cute to me how she looks between us with such surprise. “You mean, you aren’t… I don’t know, you don’t think...”
Markus and I are leaning in, mentally begging to hear the ends of these thoughts, but she just keeps stuttering.
“You have to tell us what’s going through that gorgeous mind of yours, baby, if you want us to help you.” Markus raises an eyebrow, tipping her chin up with a finger so she looks at him.
“You don’t think it’s weird?” she whispers.
“What’s weird?” I ask her, now completely and totally confused. “You giving me the fucking delight of my life and making my dreams come true? No. I don’t think that’s weird at all.”
Markus chuckles, jealousy coloring his tone as he mutters, “Lucky bastard.”
“No, no.” Mel cracks a soft smile and then bites the inside of her cheek. “I meant, you don’t think it’s weird, or that it might be wrong, that I want you both?”
Oh.
Oh.
So that’s what’s bothering her?
“Melody,” Markus steps in, more serious than I’ve ever seen him, as he holds her face in his hands. “Is that why you never…why we never… Why you let us leave? Why you never said anything about wanting us as more than friends?”
Mel looks down like she’s ashamed and pulls her shirt down.
“Melody, answer me.” He steps closer, his voice quiet but strong. I so badly want to know the answer; know if this is the real reason why everything got so messed up between us all.
“Yes, Markus,” she snaps at him with heavy sarcasm lacing her tone, turning around to face us with fire in her eyes.
“Because I was the one who just gave up and left without even a goodbye. I was the one that told you guys to ignore me and leave me.” Melody’s eyes fill with tears, and it physically hurts me to see her like this.
Reaching for her, my freshly-mended heart breaks when she shifts away from me to avoid my touch.
“Sure, spin that story. That this all happened because I was upset and so I abandoned you all. Yeah, fucking right. If you think all that, then you’re fucking deluded.
Get out of my way, I’m leaving. This was a horrible idea.
” Melody charges forward, pushing the both of us out of her way to leave the bathroom.
The best thing that’s ever happened to me quickly turns into the worst thing as I watch her walk away from me. From us.
“No!” My voice booms, echoing through the tiled bathroom and I surge forward to grab her arm, whipping her around to face us. “No, you have it wrong.”
“Oh do I? Which part?”
“The part where you think you’re weird or somehow wrong for wanting us both. Wanting us all.” Markus steps forward, wrapping his hand around her waist tightly. “It doesn’t make you anything but ours . Do you understand?”
Melody scoffs, disbelief clear in her eyes. “You say that now.”
“I say that always.” Markus smiles softly.
“I’ve never had a problem with sharing. Especially if it means I have you for more than just a night.
” He turns to me with raised eyebrows and I know this is a make-or-break moment.
The moment I get the girl I’ve always wanted, or the moment she leaves for good. “Do you mind sharing?” Markus asks me.
Melody turns, looking at me skeptically. Like she doesn’t believe either of us.
I know in my heart I’ll do whatever it takes to have Melody. If that means sharing her with my best friends, then I’ll do it—gladly.