17. Melody
17
MELODY
I t’s cold as hell out and I wish I brought a jacket. Thankfully, we don’t have far to walk. Especially since Chase must be freezing in those short shorts. I don’t know what I was thinking coming here, hoping to get someone to notice me just so I can get Chase out of my mind? Stupid. I know better than to need any guy’s attention or approval.
“So, what happened to your hand?” I ask trying to fill the silence.
He looks down at his hand as if he just now remembered it looks busted. “I punched a hole in our wall.”
“Oh.” I feel my eyebrows raise in surprise.
“I got some news about my mom’s case. The detective in charge is officially closing it. I mean I’ve heard rumblings that they were going to, and honestly, I think they fucked it up.”
“Can I ask what you think happened?”
He pauses for a moment, like he’s warring if he should tell me or not.
“I think my dad had something to do with it.”
“Why is that?”
He breathes out heavily, a small puff of air materializing before him into a wispy vapor, escaping up into the night. “He was the one that had the most to benefit from her death. They say to follow the money, and he has it now. And he doesn’t need her approval anymore. He took over the company. He took over the accounts. The only thing he can’t touch is my trust. But everything else my mom worked for? It’s all his. And no one will listen to me. I feel like I’m screaming into a void, and the void just laughs at me.”
The way he talks sounds like this has been eating at him for a while. He tells it to me like he expects me to tell him he’s crazy and invalidate his feelings. I know all too well what that feels like. Part of the reason I never open up about what I’ve been through is for the same reason. Having disclosed how hurt I was to my mom only resulted in her laughing in my face and calling me too sensitive.
“That has to be rough, thinking your own dad is capable of such evil.”
“Yeah, well. Having to walk around campus in short shorts might top that.”
“They do look uncomfortable. I’m pretty sure your ass crack is eating the fabric because they look even shorter now then when you first put them on.”
“You checking out my ass, princess?”
“No.” I roll my eyes and shove him.
“I know it must be hard not to when I’m wearing these.” He stops walking and bends, twerking his ass at me. I can’t help but bust out laughing at his antics. He’s surprisingly funny.
“You’re insane.”
He jogs over to fall back into step with me. “Maybe, but I think you like it.”
Our building comes into focus. “Fuck this, it’s too cold. Hold onto me,” he says, grabbing me about the waist and hoisting me over his shoulder.
“What the hell, Milford!” I cry out with a surprised laugh as he carries me like a sack of potatoes, running to our building.
His shoulder digs into my rib cage as he runs, and I’m acutely aware of my dress riding up my legs, threatening to flash anyone that we pass. But most everyone is still back at the party because the campus is dead quiet. The only sounds are from Chase’s feet pounding along the cobblestone.
He puts me down on the stairs, out of breath and his cheeks flush. “Shit. I have a stitch in my side,” he says, bending over trying to inhale.
“You good?”
He waves me off and ambles up the stairs, my hand in his. I don’t make a move to remove it. He probably grabbed it just to keep himself steady, I reason.
Once we’re inside, I kick off my heels grateful to finally be free of them. They were starting to leave blisters. Chase stalks off to the bathroom, but he doesn’t close the door as he strips. It’s almost like he wants me to see. I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, watching him as he slides his shirt over his head, revealing that delicious six pack. Then he wiggles out of the shorts, down his toned thighs. He must work out to have such a sculpted physique, but I’ve only ever seen him in class or in our room.
My core heats as I watch him. I have to clench my thighs together.
He comes back into our room wearing nothing but his briefs. I haven’t moved away from the door, too afraid to move.
“You going to stay awhile, or are you planning on running out on me?” He asks walking closer.
“Chase,” I say his name like a plea.
He presses me back until I’m flush with the door, his body heat is palpable through my dress.
He drags his nose up my neck, like he’s memorizing my scent. His hands are splayed on my hips, testing my reaction and God do I want to give in.
“Melody, please put me out of my misery and let me call you mine.” He says, barely audible but I hear every word.
My chest seizes. “We can’t. You’re my stepbrother.” I say weakly. Reminding myself and him why we can never be.
“I don’t care. I can’t stop wanting you. Wanting this.” His hand dips between my legs and finds my clit.
I arch my back, letting him touch me. I’m so wet and needy, I feel like I could come from just his touch. He pushes my panties aside and finds my slit wet and ready for him. He groans and grazes my lips with his.
“But you hate me.” I say, grinding my pelvis down on his hand. He swirls his thumb against my clit. His tongue lightly teases my bottom lip.
“No, baby. I hate that I want you as much as I do. I hate that I feel like I can’t have you. I hate that I wonder if you could ever want someone like me.”
“What will people say about us being step siblings?” I ask, rocking against him, needing to feel more. Just hearing how people acted when we left the party reminds me of why this is a horrible idea.
“We’re not blood. We didn’t even meet until this year. Tell me you don’t want this. You can’t lie to me. I can feel how fucking wet I make you. Screw what everyone else thinks. It’s just me and you that matter.”
I can’t deny it. He can see right through me. My reasons why this shouldn’t happen crumble, and I give in, unable to fight the attraction between us. I need it. I need him.
“I do. I want you.” I murmur.
His lips take mine in a demanding all-encompassing kiss. He pours every bit of passion and longing into it. His mouth opens and our tongues tangle sending bolts of electricity along my entire body. I can’t get enough. I need him closer.
His fingers press into my pussy, and he curls them inside of me. Heat like I’ve never known erupts in my core as he brings me to the edge. I can feel his hard length pressing against my thigh as we kiss. As I’m about to come, he removes his fingers and I let out a disappointed noise.
He chuckles at my reaction. “Open your mouth for me. I want you to taste yourself.”
My mouth pops open, more from surprise than obedience. He presses his fingers into my mouth and a salty sweet taste explodes on my tongue. As he pulls his fingers from my mouth, he leans down and takes my mouth in his, coating his tongue in my taste.
It’s the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen. I’ve never tasted myself before.
“Take this off.” He says, tugging at my zipper.
I help him, stepping out of my dress and let it fall on the floor.
“Fuck. You’re stunning.” He says, running his hand down my side while his eyes roam the expanse of my body. I can feel everywhere he looks as if he’s touching me.
“Turn around,” he demands, moving my hair out of the way from my bra clasp. He undoes it easily, and it drops joining my dress on the floor. “Let me see you.”
I turn and drop my hands from covering my breasts.
“Jesus.” He grabs at his hard cock that’s pressing against his briefs. I can tell he’s so much bigger than I’m used to. “Come here.”
He yanks me against him, pressing his mouth against mine and winding his hands in my hair. I grasp onto his back and pull his body flush to mine. We clumsily walk back together, until the backs of my legs hit his bed. I fall back and once he pulls off his briefs, he climbs on top of me.
His cock bobs, heavy between us. The prominent mushroom tip glistens with precum, and a large pulsating vein runs down his length. If I had to guess, I’d say he measures well over nine inches.
“I’ve wanted you like this since you first showed up,” he says, kissing down my neck and across my clavicle.
“I thought you hated my guts.” My hands are woven into his hair, legs open, feeling his hard dick prod against my center.
“Well, yeah, a little. But who in their right mind could get to know you and keep hating you.”
He leans over and rummages around in his nightstand, revealing a condom. I watch as he rolls it down himself as he sits back on his legs.
As he resumes hovering above me, he looks directly in my eyes. “Are you sure about this, Melody? I want to make sure you won’t be regretting this in the morning, because once I claim you as mine, there’s no going back.”
“I’m sure.” Though I know there are a million reasons why this is a bad idea, I can’t fight it anymore.
“Thank fuck.” He says, lining himself up with my entrance. Pushing in, he feels so overwhelmingly big. “Breathe for me, baby.” He coaxes.
I inhale as he fills me, stretching wide to accommodate his size.
“Look at you taking me so fucking well,” he praises, looking down at where we’re joined together. He’s right. There is no going back after this, because I can never forget how amazing this feels for as long as I live. And the praise he gives me makes me feel like I’m glowing from the inside out.
Chase begins to move his hips and I meet him stroke for stroke.
“Oh, holy shit.” I cry out as he hits the perfect spot inside me. It’s so much better than I could have even imagined.
“That’s right baby, scream out for me. Tell me how much you love my cock inside of your tight pussy.”
My eyes flutter as the pleasure overtakes my body.
“Nothing has ever felt this good. Don’t stop, please,” I beg.
“Oh, baby, I’m never going to stop fucking this pussy. It was made for me. So tight and wet, and mine. Tell me, Melody. Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You. It’s yours.”
“You’re fucking right it is. You’re mine, Melody.”
A primal urge rises inside me at his declaration. Hearing him call me his, claiming me, it undoes something inside of me and a rush of emotions mixes with the overwhelming feel of him moving inside me. I never want this moment to end.
“And you’re mine,” I say, holding his gaze.
He reaches up and cradles my cheek in his hand before bending down and planting a kiss on my lips. “I’ve been yours since you walked through that door.”
Tears spring free from the corners of my eyes at how tender he’s being.
“Now hold on to me, because I’ve been waiting for this moment, and I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be seeing stars behind those beautiful ocean blue eyes of yours.”
He hoists my legs over his shoulders, and thrust into me with so much force, the bed’s headboard smacks into the wall. I’m pretty sure he just dented it, but he doesn’t stop. Chase moves with the ferocity of a turbo engine being kicked into high gear. He hits deep inside of me, my clit rubbing against his pelvis with every vigorous push. He works my body like his very own musical instrument. Expertly wielding pleasure from me and playing with my heartstrings like he’s composing a symphony made exclusively for me.
His hands explore my curves, like he’s studying how they feel beneath him. I feel so utterly beautiful, and appreciated, and sexy with how he looks at me.
“Fuck, baby, you’re the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen.”
His hands settle along my hips and his fingers dig into my skin as he pummels into me.
“I’m so close. Touch yourself for me, baby. Make yourself come on my dick.” He demands.
I reach my hand down between us and rub myself. The extra friction is exactly what I needed to push me over the edge and before I know it, my orgasm is slamming into me.
“That’s it. Come all over me.”
As I come, I scream out, unable to keep quiet. It’s so good. So perfect. So fucking amazing. My legs tremble as another orgasm comes right on the heels of the one coursing through my body.
“Oh, fuck, yes.” Chase’s eyes roll back in his head as he releases into me.
Our breathing slows as we look at each other, still wrapped tightly together.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I say, looking up at him in awe.
“You better believe it, because we are doing that again.”
He releases my legs, and I could melt into the bed from how sated and happy I feel. I didn’t expect to fall for my stepbrother, but here I am, calling the one man I shouldn’t want or have, mine.