Chapter 6 #2
I wasn’t used to compliments. My chest tightened unnaturally, and I felt the urge to make a joke to lighten the mood a bit. “Is it still romantic if I ask what you’ve got on under that nightgown?”
She blushed, and I grinned at how modest she could be even after all the wicked things we had done together.
“Don’t tell me.” My hands rode the curves of her hips and outer thighs before sliding under the short nightgown. “I’ll find out for myself.”
She sucked in a sharp breath. I gripped her bare ass cheeks in both hands, enjoying the way the heat and weight of her filled my palms. I caressed her butt and captured her mouth in a punishing kiss, pushing all the lust and desire I had for her into it.
She whimpered, the sound traveling right to my cock.
My jeans wouldn’t do much to hold back the beast about to be unleashed by her needy moans.
When I lifted her up, she came willingly, wrapping her legs around my waist. I carried her to the nearest flat surface, the formal dining table in the front room with the bay window that overlooked the side garden. When I put her down, I made it clear what my intentions were.
“Shane,” she said warningly in between feverish kisses. “We don’t have any condoms down here.”
In all the years I had been having sex, I had never wanted to fuck without one. Even as a teenager, I had been risk-averse, fearing an unwanted pregnancy more than anything, even being shot running drugs and guns. Strangely, with Melissa, I felt weirdly calm about it.
Maybe it was because I was getting old and thinking about things like marriage and kids.
Things I had always assumed were out of my reach.
Things that Melissa made me want.
But this was definitely not the time for that discussion. We barely knew each other. She was a level-headed, mature woman who would think I was absolutely fucking crazy if I started talking about marriage and babies to her this soon.
And, most importantly, she had revealed to me last night during our dinner that her piece of shit ex-husband had given her chlamydia.
He had even tried to blame it on her, to accuse her of being the cheater when she told him about the diagnosis and urged him to get treated.
It had all blown up in his face when a nurse at the hospital where he worked had accused him of sexual harassment.
The truth—and a long line of affair partners—had come tumbling out and nearly ruined him.
So, no, even though I was dying to feel her wet cunt wrapped around my bare cock, I wasn’t going to even ask. She had a boundary. She had a rule about safer sex. I planned to follow it until she told me otherwise.
“Actually,” I captured her mouth in a lazy, sensual kiss that had her digging her nails into my shoulders, “I have one in my wallet.”
“Your wallet?”
“I slipped one in there last night for the next time I get you on my bike.”
Her eyes flared with interest. “Your bike?”
“I know some private places to park.” I kissed her neck, finding that spot that made her skin break out in goosebumps. Her thighs tightened around my waist, pressing the bare heat of her pussy against my jeans. “Really good places for fucking you bent over my bike.”
“Oh, God.” She shivered and clutched at me. “You’re going to get me into so much trouble.”
“Good trouble,” I insisted, sucking hard on her neck and grazing my teeth over her skin.
She responded so beautifully, and I thought of all the ways I could make her sigh and gasp.
Last night had been incredible, and I felt a little pressure to keep upping my game, to prove I was worth keeping around for more than a night or two.
“Shane,” she murmured against my mouth. She dragged her nails through my short hair, scratching at my scalp and sending a burning shiver down my spine.
She kissed my cheek and my jaw and then teethed at my earlobe while I fumbled with the front of my jeans.
Her other hand slid down my side until she encountered the metal chain keeping my wallet in my pocket.
She gave it a rough pull, retrieving my wallet and the condom I had promised she would find there.
While she managed the safety side of things, I hitched her ass a little closer to the table’s edge.
I found her slit with my fingertips and traced the lips I had been sucking and licking at for almost an hour last night.
I let my fingers move lower, just testing her entrance.
Already, she dripped for me, the slick heat of her welcoming my thrusting fingers.
“Shane!” She let her knees fall farther apart and moved her hands to my jeans. She yanked and pulled until my pants were out of the way. Her hand snaked inside my boxers, grabbing my cock and freeing it.
I growled her name as she stroked me from the tip to the base, her warm hand feeling like silk against my aching shaft. Still caressing me, she asked, “Are you coming back here tonight?”
“If you’ll let me.” I would beg if she wanted. I would get on my knees right now and promise whatever she wanted if she would let me back into her bed one more time.
“I’ll let you.” She crashed her mouth to mine, the kiss forceful and hot.
“But only if you promise you’ll let me choke on this.
” She gripped my cock tighter, and I nearly came right there, almost on command.
“I want to get on my knees for you. I want to feel you in my throat.” She licked a stripe up my neck, and I damn near blacked out.
“I want to swallow your cum while you tell me what a good girl I am.”
“Fucking hell, Melissa,” I grunted, so overwhelmed by her desire to submit and serve and make me feel good.
She fucking giggled, the sound joyous and excited, and I felt myself falling hopelessly in love with this wild, wicked woman.
“You say I’m trouble, but you’re the real trouble.
” I let my tongue dance with hers. “You’re a walking temptation. ”
“Sin with me,” she ordered, her dark eyes burning into mine.
That was it. That was the moment I knew. I wasn’t ever going to be able to walk away from her. If she changed her mind, I would be irrevocably broken.
But I was willing to chance it for the even the tiniest possibility that she might keep this old dog around.
The moment she had the condom rolled down my length, I gripped her thighs and lined up our bodies.
With one punishing thrust, I sheathed my cock in her tight cunt.
She clawed at my chest, grabbing hold of my shirt and my bicep.
She knew this wasn’t going to be the sensual slow dance from last night. This was going to be rough and hard.
I set the pace from that first thrust. Fast. Deep.
She couldn’t stay upright and fell back on top of the table.
It was an older piece, probably something she had found at a yard sale or in one of the thrift shops around town.
The legs squeaked dangerously as I snapped my hips, burying myself into her slick heat again and again and again.
She cried out my name, her voice hitching in time with her bouncing tits. I shoved up her nightgown, pushing the fabric and bunching it up under chin. I moved my hands from her thighs, grasping her gorgeous breasts as I fucked her like a feral beast.
The table squeaked and whined. Her thighs clenched my hips, and she locked on tight, her body starting to show the signs of impending orgasm. My toes curled in my boots. That telltale buzz low in my core started to pulse. I didn’t want to finish without her.
I licked my right thumb, locking eyes with her as I did, and then brought it right down to the place where we were joined together. Her swollen clit was firm under the pad of my thumb. She groaned as I circled over the nub, giving her the pressure and stimulation she needed.
Her pussy gripped my cock, and she felt impossibly wetter. I breathed in through my nose, trying to get a hold of my own building orgasm. “Come on, baby. Come on. You can get there for me.”
“Shane,” she whined and clasped my forearm and the edge of the table. “Oh, God. Please. Please. Please. Don’t stop. I’m—.”
An erotic groan escaped her open lips, and she bowed up against me as the first waves of pleasure rocked her body. I kept rubbing her clit and fucking her, shoving the table across the floor with each chaotic thrust. She cried out again, her voice rising higher.
I shifted the angle of my hips, and she threw her head back, banging it against the tabletop as she climaxed again.
This one was harder than the first one, longer and deeper.
She gushed around me, making a mess of us, and driving my lust into overdrive.
The intense passion trapped inside her sweet little librarian body was going to fucking kill me.
I couldn’t hold back another second. I fell forward, covering her upper body with mine.
Hand planted on the table next to her head, I thrust so fast and hard that my calves burned.
My orgasm hit me like a haymaker, knocking the wind out of me as my cum rocketed through my shaft in bursts of head-spinning pleasure.
When it was over, I stayed deep inside her, my cock twitching as she shuddered with aftershocks beneath me. I rested my head against her breast, listening to her wild heartbeat thumping away beneath my ear.
“Shane?” She stroked the back of my head and my jaw.
“Yeah, darlin’?”
“I’m really glad my friends forgot about me in that parking lot.”
I chuckled and noisily kissed her breast. “Remind me to send them a gift basket or something.”
“If it’s the fruit one, make sure it’s got extra honeydew melon.” I could hear the smile in her voice as she admitted, “It’s my favorite, and I always get to gorge myself on the leftover baskets in the break room at the school. Nobody else likes the honeydew.”
I laughed and finally managed to find the energy to hoist myself back into a standing position. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“I even keep a bottle of Tajin in my desk, just in case,” she confessed with a silly smile as I walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a paper towel. She made the chef’s kiss hand gesture. “Tajin. Melon. I go absolutely feral for it.”
“Next time we’re out at Margie’s, I’ll have her make you one of her famous margaritas with the top shelf liquor we keep hidden in the office.
” I quickly removed and wrapped up the condom in the paper towel and disposed of it in the trash.
I grabbed a clean dish towel and brough it back to Melissa so she could tidy up a bit. “Margie uses Tajin on the rims.”
Melissa made a little face, just the briefest flash that vanished so quickly I barely clocked it. Gripping the towel, I asked, “What?”
She put both hands on my chest. Her expression turned serious, and my stomach tightened as I expected something terrible to come out of her mouth next.
Was this the moment when I found out she hated the biker scene?
That it had been fun for one night, but she wanted absolutely nothing to do with that part of my life ever again?
“Listen, about Margie’s,” she said carefully.
“Yeah?” I held my breath, waiting for the worst.
“You own part of it?”
“I do.”
“So that means that maybe you could make a few changes around the place?” she asked hopefully.
“Depends,” I answered cautiously, wondering where she was going with this.
“That women’s bathroom, Shane.” She shuddered with revulsion. “I would love to come back to the bar with you, to hang out and meet your friends and spend more time in a place you obviously love—but I’ll have to pee in the bushes out back if that bathroom doesn’t get a makeover.”
Of all the things I had expected, a complaint about the state of the bathroom wasn’t it. I huffed out a relieved laugh and hauled her in tight for a hug. I kissed her cheek and promised, “I’ll fix it up for you.”
“I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings.” She hugged me tightly and rubbed my back. “I’m not trying to be prissy about things, but it was really gross.”
Embarrassed that it was in such bad shape, I admitted, “I’ve never been in there. I just assumed if there was a problem someone would have said something.”
“Well, this someone is saying something.” She kissed me tenderly. “Fix it up, and I’ll spend as much time as you want there.”
“Deal.” I brushed the silky strands of dark hair that had escaped her messy bun back behind her ear. “You want to come pick out the supplies with me?”
“Careful,” she warned playfully. “Could get expensive.”
“I’d expect nothing less.”
“Hey!” She swatted my arm. “I’m not expensive!”
“Your four-hundred-dollar perfume says otherwise!”
Her jaw dropped. “You snooped!”
“Guilty.” I didn’t see the point in hiding it. “I wanted to know what made you smell so damn good.”
“I don’t only buy expensive things,” she argued. “And I’m not looking for a sugar daddy to buy me nice things either.”
“Good thing,” I said with a laugh, “because I’m not sure I’d qualify for the sugar part.” I nuzzled her neck and inhaled the lovely scent still clinging to her. “But I’ll be your daddy anytime you want.”
“Shane.” She shivered and gripped my shoulders as I kissed a slow trail along her throat. “I don’t think this table can hold up to another round of this.”
“That sectional in your living room looks pretty sturdy,” I murmured darkly, my cock already starting to ache for her again.
I slipped my hand under her nightgown and palmed her breast. I brushed my thumb over her nipple, feeling it harden like a pebble.
My other hand moved between her legs, and she gasped as I swirled my fingertips through her still slick labia and around her clit. “What do you say?”
She shuddered against my cheek, her breaths coming fast and shallow. Calling back to my offer, she flirtatiously said, “Let’s go, Daddy.”
Fuck. Me.
I’m done.
I’m absolutely ruined.
I’m hers now.
All hers.