Chapter 28
Melody
I ’d choose him over and over again. I would never know when the man would stop acting like I was running. Maybe when we were first figuring things out, but I wasn’t running. Not anymore.
I’d still have questions, but if this was going to work like we both wanted it to, I would have to have patience. Or less, I’d push him too close to the edge, and I wasn’t going to make him start regretting anything.
He started to protest, but I stopped him, “If you ask me if I’m sure, you will be sleeping on the couch and no sex for a week.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “That also means you won’t be getting orgasms too.”
Cheeky bastard, so fucking smug .
“That’s why they make dildos and vibrators. I’ve used them before you, I can use them again. Plus, in your old age, your stamina may not be too high.”
He didn’t like that answer as he softly grazed my backside, sending goose bumps down my spine. I didn’t know if this would either bite me in the ass figuratively or literally.
“That’s a bold statement, awfully cute for someone that could be getting a spanking right now,” he said with a grin. My body started to loosen up, all the tension released from his muscles.
“Well, look who decided to relax,” I cooed, wrapping my arms around him, only to lightly scratch his head through his short curls.
“Knowing that you’re safe right here,” he said leaning into my chest. His hands snaked back around, sliding under my sweater. His rough hands skimmed over the soft curves of my stomach, cupping my breast. He was trying to distract me or tempt me, more like taking back the dominance. I loved the way his hands could silence me from the wild thoughts that edge to my mind.
“Hound,” I started to say, losing the words as his hands started to reach back for the hem of my sweater. He hummed in response. “About next Friday.”
He whipped the sweater off, only to trail kisses along my stomach. “What about next Friday?”
I started to get weak in the knees. My knees started to buck to the point of straddling him on the bed, almost submitting to him, forgetting my own words.
“Um. Well. Oh fuck that feels too good.” Hound Dog’s hand reached around to grip my hair to allow him access to my neck to tell me who’s in charge.
“Keep going,” he said.
I swallowed but my throat was dry. A traitorous moan escaped as I gathered my words. “B.B said that I should try again on Friday night. Ahh shit, Hound, please don’t stop.”
My hips ground against his cock, which pressed against his jeans. He nipped my neck as soon as he heard his friend's name on my lips. “Oh, did he now? What else would you like to say about my friend?” He pulled harder on my hair.
The little act of jealousy only heightened my need for him. He wanted me. “That I should try again, that’s all. Baby, take out your cock, please. Just, ahh,” I whined as he held me down to prevent me from rubbing against him. Denying me the pleasure.
“I see,” was all he said, though he continued his pace of hungry kisses. I reached for his cut, but he stopped me. “You want my cock, you don’t want to play? Such a pretty little thing so needy. Aren’t you?”
I nodded. Yes, I was so needy for him. This was what the man did to me, drove me crazy for him and only him.
“My little songbird wants it rough and quick?” he teased, in between kisses along my collarbone. “She knows what she wants. Right?” His playfulness was also mocking. Something was wrong with me because it just made me wetter to think about it.
“Hound, this was supposed to be a conversation, not a fuck fest.” I whined, then grabbed him by the hair, yanking him from my neck. I pressed against him so I could devour him the way he was devouring me. We both fought for control, but I lost in the end when he grabbed my throat, controlling the air I breathed.
He pulled back, his hand still gripping my throat. “We will, but one thing I will get right now is my girl, in my club, screaming my name, laying her claim on her man.”
I struggled within his hold, but the tightness and adrenaline only fired more desire in me. “I knew you liked it when I squeezed this beautiful neck. Don’t worry, you’ll learn from breath control.” He winked. The smug bastard winked, which only excited me more at the anticipation of his meaning.
Okay, he could be in charge. Because I wanted that too. I pleaded with him. My eyes begged him to let me claim him.
“There she is.” He grinned, “Tell me what you want this time.”
“I want you.”
“Want me to do what, use your voice,” he kept teasing, as he loosened his grip.
“I want you to fuck me hard while I scream your name, for everyone to hear,” I nearly whimpered.
“Whatever my woman wants.” He placed a punishing kiss to my lips sending all thoughts away, leaving only room for him. “I think you’re a little overdressed, honey. In fact, so am I.”
The hunger in me took his hint and scrambled off his lap, shedding my clothes. His gaze set a fire in me, leading to my nipples hardening under his stare. He watched me like I was the only person in the world for him. He leaned back on his hands, gawking at my every movement. I teased him back, caressing my skin with feathery touches, my hands traveling down my body, edging myself with my own pleasure.
My fingertips grazed over my sensitive clit, the building release begging to come undone. I heard the faintest “fucking hell” from Hound Dog. I saw his cock swell beneath his denim. It took everything in me not to bend to my knees and crawl to him like a little kitten wanting to play. I waited for his command. His eyes grew with passion.
He couldn’t wait anymore, the teasing was pushing him past his point. “Come here, now,” he boomed. I sashayed over to him, stepping between his thighs. He gripped my ass, giving it a rough smack. The pain sent me close to the edge of my release. “Take what you want, Melody.” He eyed his pants that were ready to be busted out of, my hands started to tremble from the excitement.
As soon as I pulled the zipper, he helped to take everything off from the waist down, leaving his shirt and cut on. He wanted me to lay claim, and I was going to as I watched his thick, big cock bob from movement.
“Let me see how wet this pretty pussy is,” Hound said before plunging two fingers in. He got his answer as his fingers went in with ease. He stole my breath as he worked his fingers in and out of me. The sloppy wet noise he created from his thrusting only made me wetter. “Fucking perfect. Soaking wet, easy for this cock to fuck you deep.”
His words only made things hard to think to stand firm on convincing him that maybe I was ready to try again. But his tantalizing touch only washed away any ground I was standing on, I was just putty in his hands.
I was there on the edge when his fingers escaped from the soaking heat and I was left with the feeling of emptiness.
He grabbed my hips, adjusting me as he lifted me to straddle him, I lifted as his cock found my entrance. I lowered myself slowly on his cock, feeling every inch of him bury inside me. The stretching of my pussy made my head loll back.
Hound’s deep grunt as his own pleasure was building just made me smile internally. To see him let loose, even to use me as his escape, was part of the reason why he was worth it. I felt safe with him, I felt encouraged to live out my dream, I felt alive compared to the life I had.
I felt full from trying to be seated, but his chuckle grew as I tried to push further. When I said this man was big, it seemed to get bigger or something like he had some magical dick. “You trying to take me, honey?”
I nodded, and before I knew it, he had thrusted further in me, so deep I could feel him everywhere. I yelped with a twinge of pain but there we were connected in his own room in his clubhouse, in the safety of his world from whatever was out there.
“Take what you need, Melody. Come whenever you want, but only if you scream my name,” he commanded as his hand came back to my throat, not tight, but enough to place his own claim on me.
I did just that. I moved my hips and my body to my own pace, just enough that I was rewarded by the sounds of his grunts and moans that encouraged me to keep going.
I felt a fire in my senses, in my core burning for him, and when I rode him I let myself go. His other hand palmed my breasts. He brought it up to his mouth only to suck on my nipple, then to nip it sending shocks of pain and pleasure.
“That’s it, keep going. Being such a good girl riding this cock. Taking it so well,” he cooed once he pulled from my nipple. His grip tightened around my throat as his eyes gazed into my mine with power and force.
I couldn’t hold back any more, I screamed his name, as my body sparked like a burst of lightning through my veins. It continued as if there was no end in sight. His name never left my lips. But his own release never came and through my lustful haze I whined.
As my body slowed down, I went limp. He pushed my wet hair out of my face. “My little songbird already tuckered out? You looked so beautiful coming around my cock.” He kissed my forehead, my favorite little slice of heaven.
I slowed my breathing. “But you didn’t come.”
I squeezed around his cock, and he growled, “You want me to come, Melody? You want me to pound this sensitive pussy until my cum coats it?”
His dirty words made me agree, agree for him to use me for his own needs. “Yes, but you have to scream my name.”
Whatever I did turned him into a feral beast that flipped me to my stomach, gripping the sheets as he re-adjusted at my entrance. He hoisted my ass in the air, only to appease his love for it.
“I’ll scream your name over and over if it means you’ll never leave me,” he whispered in my ear like it was a possibility that I’d leave him. Not after everything he opened in me, and I connected with him on so many levels.
“Then you better howl for me, Hound Dog,” I said with a cheeky smile.
Every thrust was a mixture of punishment and salvation. Every thrust was a connection that was only built stronger.
“Fuck, don’t stop, Hound, please,” I kept begging him as the animal in him continued like he truly wanted to be buried deep in me.
Every groan and moan this man let out caused me to chase a second climax that.
Shortly, we both came crashing down. Hound repeatedly screamed my name like it was a song, his howl. Sweat dripped from both of us, surrounded by the smell of his bourbon and smoke like a campfire, one that you wanted to be around and sing songs.
Hound kissed my bare shoulder, his head nuzzling my back. Our breathing was returning to normal. When his cock stopped twitching from his climax, he slowly left my dripping cunt. His contented deep sigh vibrated against me, probably watching his remnants drip out of me. There was something erotic about a man happy to see his cum drip out of someone he cared about only to wish to do it again.
Slumped on the bed, I twisted my head to see him admire the view. While I thought my mind was empty from his attempt to derail me from my purpose of conversation, it was brought back to the front of my mind.
I flipped back over onto my back, adjusting myself to lay back on his pillows. I reached for him, only to get us entangled within ourselves. I saw the little smile on his face as he brought me closer to him.
We stayed like that, basking in each other, molded like we were made for each other. I started to believe that he was the other half of me, the strong, defensive, brave side.
I needed to get out what I needed to say, or else it would never happen.
My fingers played with his dark chest hair, his even breathing told me it was now or never. “Baby, I think I should try again this coming Friday,” I whispered, but calm with sparked confidence.
His deep breath concerned me as his chest rose and fell. I worried that he was going to say no, or tell me that I wasn’t ready to go back on stage. I was basking in my newfound confidence that I wanted to try.
“Is that what B.B was talking about with you?” he questioned.
I nodded my head. “We got to talking about music and he remembered me from that night and said the stage would be open for me.”
“I’m not sure that right now is the right time,” he answered, but his voice gave little confidence nor encouragement. Internally I didn’t know how to process, like I was waiting for his permission or his blessing. I mean I didn’t need it, but I guess I needed the extra boost of encouragement, or something.
My chest felt heavy with disappointment. But there was a fire still aching to fight back, “And why not? I think I have worked hard on my songs, and your “lessons” have helped me open up.” I was determined to do it, I already set my mind to it.
“Melody,” he started to say.
“Hound Dog,” I mimicked back.
In one swoop, he pinned me underneath him, having taken my hands, pinning them to the sides of my head. “Are you going to let me finish or continue to be a brat? Please pick door number two because I promise that your ass will be redder than a spotlight.”
I could also be a brat.
“If memory serves me right, you did finish, I have the evidence still inside me,” I mouthed off. Which in hindsight, might not have been the best when a giant brute was hovering above me with my hands pinned to the bed. I could have cried for mercy, but it was his fault. He was the one that woke something inside me, not the timid, “doormat” version of me.
His cock gently pressed against my entrance. He could have been ready to fuck the sass out of me. “Same question, little songbird,” he growled.
My eyes widened and I nodded my head submissively.
“That’s what I thought. All I said was right now might not be the right time. I never said it was a bad idea or you couldn’t do it.” His tone was smooth, sincere.
“Tell me why. I think after everything and being called yours, I should know. Because if I’m going to be a prisoner or captive, I need to understand.”
He shook his head in the beginning, but muttered something. I encouraged him, rubbing my body against him, two could play that game. He groaned, fighting back the advance. “Melody, please, listen to me.”
“Make it good then.”
“Fucking brat.”
“You wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Part of being mine, being a part of this club, means I can either completely leave you out and you completely trust me or you can know everything. You can’t pick and choose the information I give you. One option is peace of mind and the other option is shouldering everything we are.”
He was still trying to scare me, thinking that he knew completely what was best for me. I knew he cared for me, maybe to the point of very strong feelings, but he didn't believe me when I said I wasn’t running and that he could give me everything and I could handle it.
I bucked against him, hearing him hiss, knowing that I wasn’t backing down.
“Give me the burden of knowing everything. Give me your darkness.” I wrapped my legs around him, pinning me close to him. His cock was rubbing up my clit. I whimpered at the sensation.
“There’s no going back.”
“You can stop saying that, I didn’t ask for a way out,” I snapped back.
“Where did this mouth come from?” he teased.
“I was Pandora’s box, baby.”
He sighed, letting loose of my wrists, unwinding my legs from him. He sat back against the wall next to his bed. “I said not right now because another club has been pinning murders on us from drug use, claiming it was ours, but we found evidence against that claim and we thought we shut it down.”
I turned on my side, finding a scrap of blanket to cover me up to listen to him. I asked for it, so I was going to listen.
“Actions have consequences,” he said, but it sounded more like a warning.
But a warning for who?