4. Melissa
Chapter Four
MELISSA
I’m dreaming. I must be.
There’s no way this is real, that I’m actually in the backseat of my car making out with Bash Cooper, my high school crush.
I gasp as Bash’s strong hands grab my hips, pulling me onto his lap.
Nope. This is definitely not a dream.
His lips trail hot kisses down my neck as his fingers pinch my nipples through the fabric of my dress. “Fuck, Melissa. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
I arch into his touch, craving more. “Really?” I manage to get out, pulse racing. “How long?”
“Since forever, baby,” Bash rasps against my throat. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you. Wanted to touch you, taste you...”
His hands move lower, bunching my dress up around my waist.
“Why didn’t you ever say anything back then?”
“I was a dumb kid back then, baby. Didn’t have the balls to go after what I wanted.” His fingertips brush against my soaked panties. “But I’m not about to make that mistake again.”
Bash’s lips crush against mine, his tongue plunging deep into my mouth while he reaches between us and circles my clit with his thumb. I grind shamelessly in his lap, feeling his hardness pressing insistently against my core.
I’ve never been this turned on in my life. I’ve always been the good girl, the consummate professional. But right now, I’m seconds away from begging this man to fuck me senseless.
“I wanted you too,” I confess breathlessly.
“Yeah?” Bash groans, capturing my bottom lip between his teeth and giving it a sharp nip. “Tell me, baby. Tell me what you wanted me to do to you.”
My cheeks flush hotly, but I force myself to say the words. “I wanted you to touch me.” I rock my hips against his hand. “Wanted you to make me come.”
Bash hisses. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
Then he thrusts two thick fingers deep inside me.
“Is this what you imagined, baby?” Bash growls, pumping his fingers faster. “Me fingering this tight little pussy until you scream?”
Pleasure sparks through my nerves.
“Yes,” I whimper, rocking my hips to match his pace. “Bash it feels so good.”
I let out a loud moan as I clutch his broad shoulders, marveling at the solid muscle beneath his shirt. Bash may be forty-five now, but he’s in better shape than most men half his age. His body is rock hard from what must be a religious gym routine.
“Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well,” he praises hotly. “I can’t wait to be inside you. Want to feel this perfect cunt wrapped around my cock.”
His filthy words send me hurtling over the edge.
I come with a strangled cry, spasming on his fingers as waves of ecstasy crash through me. Bash works me through it, his thumb rubbing mercilessly on my clit, wringing out every last shudder of my release.
“So fucking sexy,” he pants, withdrawing his hand. He brings his glistening fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan. “You taste incredible. I knew you would.”
I shudder, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm. The sight of Bash licking my arousal off his fingers makes me throb with renewed desire. I need him inside me, stretching me, filling me completely.
“Please,” I pant desperately. “I want you. All of you.”
I fumble for his belt buckle with shaky hands, desperate to free his erection. Bash helps me, undoing his jeans and shoving them down just enough to pull out his impressive length.
My mouth waters at the sight.
He’s thick and hard, the swollen head glistening with precum. I wrap my fingers around him, stroking the hot, silky flesh. Bash hisses through his teeth, thrusting into my grip.
“Shit, that feels good,” he grunts. “Bet your pussy will feel even better.”
I position myself over him, rubbing the tip of his cock through my slick folds. We both groan at the contact. Then slowly, I sink down onto him, taking him inch by delicious inch. The stretch is exquisite, a pleasant burn as he fills me completely.
“Fuck, I knew it. You were made for my cock,” Bash gasps, gripping my hips. “Never felt anything so perfect.”
I moan, savoring the feeling of him deep inside me.
It’s everything I ever fantasized about and more.
Experimentally, I roll my hips, grinding against him. Pleasure spikes through at the friction against my sensitive clit.
“That’s it, ride me, baby,” Bash demands hoarsely. “Take what you need.”
Planting my hands on his chest for leverage, I start to move. I rise up until just the tip remains inside, then slam back down, taking him to the hilt. We both cry out at the intensity.
I set a hard, fast pace, bouncing on his dick with abandon. Bash meets my every downstroke, thrusting up into my heat.
“So fucking good,” Bash pants, his fingers digging into my ass. “Not going to last. You’re milking my cock too good.”
I clench tight around Bash’s thick length, squeezing him with my inner muscles. “That’s because your cock is making me feel so good.”
Bash growls and suddenly flips us over, pressing me back against the leather seat. Then he hikes my leg over his shoulder and starts to pound into me, hammering against my g-spot with ruthless precision.
“Dreamed of fucking this pussy for years,” Bash pants harshly. The wet slap of flesh and our mingled cries of pleasure fill the car. “Spent so many nights stroking my dick imagining it was your hot little mouth.”
I mewl desperately, his words sending bolts of white-hot lust straight to my core. “I used to dream about riding your big dick in the locker room, letting you come inside me.”
Bash snarls, his rhythm faltering at my words. “Fuck, Melissa. I’m about to blow. Come for me right now. Come with me, baby.”
His words send me flying apart, waves of ecstasy crashing over me. Bash follows right after, pulsing hotly inside me as he finds his own release with a groan.
We collapse against each other, panting harshly as we come down from the high. My body is still trembling, aftershocks zinging through my nerves.
I’ve never come so hard in my life.
“Holy shit,” I murmur shakily. “That was...”
“Fucking amazing,” Bash finishes, lifting his head to grin at me. His green eyes are glowing with satisfaction. “Best sex of my life.”
“Really?”
“Hands down.”
I flush with pleasure at his praise. “Mine, too.”
And it’s true. I’ve had sex with guys in that past. But no one has ever made me feel as good as Bash just did.
He kisses me languidly, our tongues tangling in a slow, sensual dance. I could happily stay like this forever, wrapped up in his strong arms.
But reality is starting to creep back in.
We’re two grown adults who just had wild sex in a car like a couple of teenagers. The absurdity of the situation hits me and I can’t help but laugh.
Bash pulls back, raising an eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, just...” I giggle again. “I can’t believe we just did that. In my car, of all places. I feel like I’m sixteen again.”
He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Hey, I seem to remember someone confessing she used to fantasize about fucking in the locker room. A car is pretty tame in comparison.”
I smack his shoulder playfully. “Shut up. I can’t be held accountable for things I say in the heat of the moment.”
“I don’t know, I’m pretty into the idea of you being a naughty librarian,” Bash teases, nipping at my bottom lip. “Maybe we should try that next.”
My clit throbs at the thought. I have a feeling any fantasy involving Bash would be mind-blowing. But as much as I’d like to go again, we really should get dressed before someone catches us. With extreme reluctance, I gently push at his chest.
“As tempting as that sounds, we should probably get out of here,” I sigh.
“I guess you’re right,” Bash grumbles, but he obligingly pulls out and sits back. We both wince as the cool air hits our overheated skin.
I sit up gingerly, grimacing at the sticky mess between my thighs. As amazing as that was, I’m definitely going to need a shower later. Bash seems to read my mind, because he reaches into the center console and pulls out a handful of fast food napkins.
“Let me do it, baby,” he murmurs, gently cleaning me up.
There’s something oddly tender about the gesture that makes my heart squeeze. When he’s done, he presses a soft kiss to my inner thigh before helping me slide my panties back into place. I return the favor, tucking him back into his jeans and zipping him up.
We straighten our clothes as best we can, but there’s no hiding the just-fucked look we’re both sporting.
“So,” I say awkwardly, not quite meeting his eyes. Post-coital reality is starting to set in and I’m not sure how to navigate this new dynamic between us. “I guess this is goodnight?”
Bash leans in and kisses me deeply, his hand cupping my cheek. “It was a great night, baby. When can I see you again?”
I blink at him. “What do you mean?”
He chuckles, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. “Don’t get me wrong, hot car sex was fun. But I really want to take you out on another date.”
My heart skips a beat. He wants to see me again? Like, for real?
“You do?” I ask, hating how uncertain I sound.
“Of course I do, baby.” His lips quirk up in a playful grin. “I want to scandalize the town with public displays of affection and everything.”
“I think we already accomplished that last one.”
“Does this mean you want to see me again?”
“Yes,” I admit softly. “I’d like to see you again.”
Bash’s smile could power a small city. He leans in, brushing a tender kiss across my lips. “Then let’s make it happen. I have to head back to Barton Beach, but I’ll call you. We’ll figure this out.”
“Okay,” I agree, warmth blooming in my chest.
We say our goodbyes and I give him my number, watching him stride off to his truck with a spring in his step.
Already I’m counting down the minutes until I can see him again, until I can be back in his arms.
The next morning, I slowly blink awake, squinting against the sunlight streaming through my bedroom window.
For a moment, I’m disoriented, wondering why I feel so deliciously sore.
Then the memories of last night come flooding back - Bash’s hands, his mouth, the way he made me come undone over and over...
A satisfied smile curls my lips as I stretch languidly, relishing the pleasurable ache between my thighs. Proof that it wasn’t just a dream.
Shaking myself from my reverie, I force myself to get out of bed, wincing slightly at the twinge between my legs. I grab my silk robe and pad to the kitchen, in desperate need of caffeine.
As I wait for the coffee to brew, my phone buzzes with an incoming call from Lisa. I debate letting it go to voicemail, but I find myself eager to talk to someone about this monumental shift in my life.
“Hey Lisa,” I greet, unable to keep the giddy undercurrent from my voice.
“Ooh, someone sounds chipper today. I take it the date went well?”
I can’t keep the huge grin off my face. “It was... amazing,” I confess, biting my lip as I recall every delicious detail.
“Amazing? That’s all you’re going to give me?”
I take a deep breath, steeling myself. “We had sex,” I blurt out. “In my car.”
There’s a moment of stunned silence on the other end of the line. Then -
“You did what?!” Lisa shrieks. “Oh my gosh, Melissa! I can’t believe it! Was it good?”
My cheeks heat at the memory of Bash’s talented hands and wicked mouth. “It was the best sex of my life,” I admit, unable to keep the dreamy sigh from my voice. “He made me feel things I didn’t even know were possible.”
Lisa lets out an excited squeal. “I knew it! I freaking knew you two would be explosive together. So what happens now? Are you going to see him again?”
I pause, biting my lip. This is the part that scares me, the part that has anxiety clawing at my throat. “He wants to,” I reveal softly. “But I don’t know You know my track record with men. They always end up leaving me in the end.”
“Hey, none of that,” Lisa chides gently. “Bash isn’t like those other assholes. He’s one of the good ones. And he’d be crazy not to see how amazing you are.”
Tears prick at the back of my eyes at her words. “You really think so?”
“I know so,” Lisa states with conviction. “You deserve to be happy, Melissa. You deserve a man who will cherish you and treat you right. And from the sounds of it, Bash could be that man.”
I swallow hard past the lump of emotion in my throat. “Thanks, girl. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You’ll never have to find out,” she vows. “I’ll always be here to talk sense into you. Now, quit stalling and tell me every single detail about this car sex. I want to know positions, orgasm count, dirty talk, the works!”
I laugh, shaking my head. Lisa always knows how to snap me out of my insecurities.
So I settle back against the counter and proceed to give her the play-by-play, reliving every earth-shattering moment with Bash.
By the time we say our goodbyes nearly an hour later, I’m feeling lighter than I have in ages.
I hang up with Lisa and start scrolling through my phone, my thoughts still swirling with memories of last night. Suddenly, a notification catches my eye - three unread messages from none other than Bash Cooper himself.
My heart skips a beat as I open the first text, sent early this morning:
Morning, gorgeous. How’d you sleep? ;)
The second message came in a couple hours later:
Can’t stop thinking about last night.
And the most recent one, sent just a few minutes ago:
Hey, you free to chat later? I’d love to hear your voice.
I stare at the screen, my pulse quickening with each word. He’s thinking about me. He wants to talk to me. Maybe this wasn’t just a one-night stand after all...
Before I can even begin to process this development, my phone starts ringing.
It’s Bash.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach, and answer the call.
“Hey, Bash,” I say, aiming for a casual tone. “What’s up?”
“Morning, baby.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “Hope I’m not catching you at a bad time.”
“Nope, I just got up, and now I’m drinking some coffee. What about you?”
“I’m just out running some errands for the bar and thought I’d give you a call. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
I lean back against the kitchen counter, a grin spreading across my face. “Really?”
“Really. What’s my gorgeous girl got planned for this Saturday?”
“Not too much, just catching up on emails. Might go to the store later.”
“That sounds fun. I wish I was there with you.”
My heart flutters at his words. “I wish you were here with me, too.”
“Well, I won’t keep you, sweetheart. I just wanted to hear your voice. It’s Saturday, so I usually work pretty late. But if you’re up, can I call you when I get off?”
I clear my throat. “Sure. I’d like that.”
As I hang up the phone, I lean back against the counter, my mind reeling.
Bash’s words, his genuine interest in getting to know me better, have thrown me for a loop.
And the craziest part?
I think I like it.