Chapter Eighteen
Linc
I check my watch, and it’s a little before one. Audrey and Jax are busy saying goodbye to guests. Marcus and Gigi are at the bar arguing about hockey. Seems like a good time for Mel and me to leave without being noticed. Ever since Mel asked me to walk her to her room, I’ve been ready to leave this party. Lust took over my brain and all I have thought about is removing her dress, feeling her skin, fucking her hard, and making her come as many times as she’ll let me.
I see her crossing the room, her shoes in her hand, and I walk to her. “How late do you want to stay?”
“I’m ready to leave now if you are.”
“I’ve been ready for two hours.”
She laughs and glances around. “Same. Let’s go.”
She drops her shoes to the floor, using my shoulder to steady herself as she puts them on, then we walk out the door and through the halls leading to the hotel portion of the venue. Once we’re in the lobby, she reaches over and takes my hand, causing my blood to rush south. I guess holding her hand is a turn on for me now; that’s how badly I want to be touched by her.
We step inside an elevator, and she presses the button for her floor. As the doors close, I back her against the wall. I run my nose along her neck, breathing her in. Her head rests against the metal, and she lets out a long, slow breath. I drag a finger along the crest of her cleavage, loving the goosebumps that form in its wake.
“I have been thinking about getting you out of this dress since the second I saw you in it.”
“God, Linc, I want you inside me.”
“Don’t rush it, Mel. I want to take my time with you tonight.”
I kiss her neck and then back away. Her eyes open at my sudden absence as the elevator dings for her floor.
The doors open, and we walk to her room. She opens the door, and I follow her into the dark space. I close the door behind me as she sets down her purse, turns on a lamp, and faces me. My heart is beating fast as she walks toward me. I’ve been imagining this moment, and now that it’s a reality, I feel like I might pass out.
“Are you alright, pretty boy?”
“No nicknames tonight, Melonie.”
Her brows pinch together. I bring my hand to her face, my thumb on her cheek and my fingertips in her hair. Her eyes slowly close with the contact.
I tilt her face up to mine, and her eyes open. “I want Melonie tonight. I don’t want memories mixed in. I want only you. Only me.”
Her eyes dance between mine before she grabs my shirt and pulls me to her. Our lips meet, and it’s as if all the air left the room. She shoves my jacket off, and I rip off my bowtie and unbutton my shirt as fast as my distracted fingers will let me. Our mouths never part as her heels fly across the floor, and she reaches around to her back, struggling to unzip her dress. Once my shirt is on the floor, I take her face in my hands and pull back. I turn her around and start placing light kisses on her shoulders. Her breaths come faster as I work my way up her neck. I suck on the skin under her jaw as I lower the zipper on the back of her dress and run my nose along the skin behind her ear where she wears her perfume, breathing in the amber and vanilla. As I bring the straps down her arms, the dress opens, and I discover there’s no bra. When the material falls to the floor, there’s black lace covering her ass.
“Fucking hell, Melonie. How do you make lace look so fucking good?”
“Linc, please.” She says it in a desperate whisper.
I grab her hips and press my cock against her. “Tell me what you want, Melonie.”
She turns around, her breasts pressed against me. “Ruin me.”
Those words fuck with my mind. I might want to ruin her for all other men, but I would never ruin her. I take her mouth, forcing my tongue inside. I take a breast in my hand, rolling her nipple between my finger and thumb. Her head tilts back and her lips part.
I want to make her come; I need to remember how she tastes. I slowly bend down to my knees and look up at her. Her eyes meet mine as I start kneading the flesh of her thighs, running my hands up over her hips. I kiss her stomach, the tops of her thighs, as she stares down at me.
I look up at her. “I would never ruin you, Melonie. I promise.”
Her head tilts just the slightest bit, and she eyes me with suspicion before she runs her hand through my hair. I move her underwear to the side and slide a finger in. Fuck, she’s already so wet.
“Such a good girl, being ready for me.”
“More, Linc.”
I give her what she wants, adding a second finger and placing wet kisses on her clit. My fingers hunt for the ridges inside her. I find what I’m looking for and keep a steady pace while keeping my tongue on her clit. It drives me insane how she rocks her pussy against my mouth, using me to get off, chasing her pleasure. She places both hands in my hair, pressing my mouth against her while she chants my name. I move my tongue faster as I feel her drip down my fingers. I wrap an arm around her thighs to keep her steady as she begins to come.
I slow my movements as she pulses around my fingers. Once I’m satisfied that her orgasm has passed, I place one last kiss and move her underwear back in place. I come back up, wrapping my arms around her, kissing her neck, moving her to the bed. When the back of her legs meet the mattress, I carefully lay her down. I shift us up the bed, pull off her underwear, and lower down to kiss her. She opens for me, and I keep the kiss soft, lazy, and deep.
I press my hips against her and realize I’m still half dressed. I roll onto my back to take off my pants and shoes. She shifts, kneeling on the bed beside my hips, grabs the waistband of my briefs, and pulls them off. She wraps her hand around my already hard length, and my eyes roll back. They open again to see her flatten her tongue on the underside of my shaft and lick from base to tip. Her eyes never leave mine when she takes the tip into her mouth, and my body shakes.
“I’ve imagined my cock in your mouth so many times.”
She removes her mouth but keeps pumping me with her hand. “Are you telling me you get yourself off while thinking about me?” She starts kissing my balls, eyes locked on mine.
“Every time, Melonie.”
Melonie smiles a wicked smile before taking my dick in her mouth. She hums as she takes all of me in, and I hit the back of her throat, and I feel lightheaded. She begins to suck as her head bobs up and down, her hand following the motion around the base. I hear my breaths like an out-of-body experience. This is better than anything my mind has concocted over the past few months. I know I won’t last long with how fucking good her mouth feels.
I sit up, and her mouth leaves me; she comes back up on her knees in between my legs. I look up at her as she wraps her arms around my neck, forehead to mine. I feel her breaths against my lips as I reach up to take the pins out of her hair. One by one, her hair falls in wavy sections, forming a curtain around us. I run my fingers along her scalp to make sure I got them all and comb my fingers through the strands.
Right here, in the silence of this room, it’s just the two of us. We’re both here for some of the same reasons. We know it will be good; we both want to get off, but I’m also here because it’s her. She’s the one that has consumed my thoughts these past few months, and I feel like the luckiest man alive that she’s allowed me to be here—to see her, feel her. The fire in her eyes, her smell, the feel of her skin, is everything. I run my nose along hers and look up into her eyes.
“You are so beautiful.”
She grabs my hair and lowers her lips to my jaw. “Fuck me, Linc.”
I wrap my arm around her and move us until she’s on her back, and she rolls her hips against my cock. My eyes close as my hips rock back and forth. She reaches between us, and before I know it, she’s guiding me inside. We both moan at the sensation. My eyes squeeze shut as I thrust my hips further to get as deep as I can. The feeling of her warm, wet heat around me has me fighting for air.
“Shit, Melonie, I need a condom.” Even though I say it, knowing I need to grab my wallet, I can’t help myself. It feels too fucking good. I begin to move, feeling every ridge inside her as I press in and pull out. She is so fucking slick. Looking down, I see my cock glistening with her arousal as I drag my hips back. I can’t stop staring at the sight of it. I can hear how wet she is every time I thrust. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Holy fuck, Linc, you feel incredible.” Her head presses back on the pillow, stretching her neck. I lean down to kiss the skin she offered me. My thrusts become harder, and I feel like I could come right then and there.
“I’m not going to last like this. Hold on.”
I reluctantly slide out to grab the condom from my wallet and tear open the foil in a near frenzy. Once I’m suited up, I climb back on the bed, sliding back inside. She opens her thighs wide, letting me in deeper, and my hips move at a pace that has both of us sweating.
“I want another one from you, Mel. Can you do that for me?”
“I want to be on top.”
I roll us to change positions. She slides down my dick and starts rocking her hips. I reach to cup her breasts and lean forward, taking one in my mouth. I suck hard, circling the nipple with my tongue.
“I love it when you do that.”
Her praise has me moaning as I pay the other breast the same attention. The sounds coming from her are almost primal. Her back straightens, her head tilting back, giving me a full view of her riding me, and it is incredible. I reach down and use my thumb to circle her clit.
“You look like an absolute goddess riding my cock like this, Melonie.”
“Keep playing with my tits.”
I move my hands back up, she bounces up and down, hard.
“Use me, Melonie. I want you dripping down my cock.”
She keeps her pace and I reclaim one of her nipples with my mouth, gently nipping and licking.
“Linc! Fuck!” She grabs my hair, pressing me against her, keeping me at her breast. “I’m going to come.”
My muscles tighten as her pussy grips me so hard I think she’s going to push me out. I press up, as deep as I can go, as her walls pulse around me, pulling my orgasm right along with hers.
My hips slow, and she’s catching her breath. I pull her against my chest, and I feel our hearts both racing as we take a few moments to come back down. She pushes up on my chest and smiles at me. Her eyes are soft, lazy, yet still a vibrant blue. Something I’ve learned over the past couple of months is her eyes can show me a storm brewing beneath her surface or still, clear waters. And I’ve slowly become willing to drown in both.
We stare at each other for a moment before I remember that I need to take care of the condom. I roll us so she’s lying on the mattress again and place a kiss on her neck.
“Be right back.”
She nods, and I walk to the bathroom.