Chapter Forty-Two
Linc
H oly. Fucking. Shit.
Melonie is standing in the middle of her bathroom, legs spread wide, and from what I can tell, her fingers still inside her. I caught her getting herself off. It’s like I walked in on my personal fantasy playing out right in front of me. Blood instantly rushes south, and in seconds, I’m hard. My breathing picks up, not only from the sight in front of me, but I was genuinely worried something was wrong.
I had left to walk to the bar where I’m meeting the guys and realized I forgot to put my gym clothes in the dryer. I figured it would be easier to run back up to the apartment and throw them in the dryer than to try to remember to do it when I got home.
When I walked into the apartment, it was quiet. I figured Mel was in the bath. Then I heard what sounded like muffled sounds of pain. Her bedroom door was open, so I went to the bathroom door. Still hearing the sound, I knocked on the door with no response. Then, after a few seconds, I heard her say my name, so I figured she was telling me to come in. What if she had slipped or wasn’t well?
But no, she is fine. Better than fine. Fucking exquisite as she leans against the vanity, completely naked. I’m frozen in place as my eyes roam down her body. Her tits are bigger now and so perky that they almost look fake. There’s a beautiful pink flush creeping across her chest. Her bottom lip is the perfect shade of red, probably from biting it, if I had to guess.
Then I see her little baby bump. I hadn’t noticed it before, since she’s been wearing less form-fitting clothes lately. And fuck if that doesn’t turn me on. I wonder if I might have a breeding kink or something, because God, I want to get her pregnant again ten times over right now.
Her hands move in a sad attempt at covering her naked body. “What are you doing?”
I run my hand through my hair. “I thought something was wrong. I heard you say my name.” I reach down to her phone by my feet and pick it up, pausing the audio. “I hate to pause it. Sounds like they were just getting going.” I smile wide as her cheeks turn bright red.
“Oh my god.” Her eyes squeeze shut.
“I knew your books were dirty, but—” I whistle and shake my head.
She snatches her phone from my hand. “How embarrassing.”
“Don’t be embarrassed.”
“Don’t be embarrassed? You’ve caught me in a very embarrassing situation.” She reaches for a towel.
“Don’t cover yourself, Melonie. Don’t stop.”
“What?”
“Please, Melonie. You were close.” I lean against the doorway. “You can go right back to what you were doing. I don’t mind.”
“You’re insane.”
“What if I just want to watch?”
She eyes me with apprehension. “You want to watch me?”
I drop the volume of my voice. “More than anything.”
“I don’t know—”
“Mel, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
She pauses. “So, you’ll just watch?”
“Just watch.”
“You’ll miss the start of the game.” She slowly circles her clit while looking me straight in the eye, like she’s challenging me. I’m having trouble believing this is real. It has to be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen in my life.
“There are more important things than baseball at the moment.”
I see the split second of hesitation in her eyes. It takes a few moments for her face to change, for the haze to return to her eyes.
“Can you talk me through it?”
She’s covering her breasts with her arm, not remembering that her pussy is still bare for me to see. I take a cautious step toward her, stopping in front of the mirror.
“Come here, Mel. Face the mirror, hands on the counter.”
She slowly moves toward the vanity, placing her hands on the counter as I requested, and looks down. I step behind her, leaving just a few inches between my dick and her bare ass.
“Touch yourself.”
She lifts a hand from the counter, and I watch her reflection over her shoulder in the mirror. I know when she makes contact because I watch her eyes slowly close and her lips part.
“What are you thinking about?”
Her tongue rolls over her lips, then speaks. “The last time we were together. When you got on your knees for me.”
“Fuck, Mel, that’s a good memory. The way you tasted, the way you were wet for me, was incredible. So fucking wet. Look in the mirror. Give me your eyes.”
She raises her hooded eyes, and we make eye contact in the mirror.
“Remember how my fingers felt?”
She nods.
“Slide a finger in. Imagine it’s mine. Move how you would want me to move.”
Her breaths become quick and shallow. I can’t see her hand, but her arm is moving faster.
“Think about when I first slid into that pussy. God, Mel, you were so tight, so perfect. Like it was made for me.”
“Fuck, Linc.”
“The way you played with your tits, the sounds you made when my mouth was on them. You get so wet when I play with those gorgeous tits.”
She starts to shake, and her head falls forward. Before I can think better of it, I wrap my hand around her neck to raise her chin. Her eyes shoot open, but her hand is still moving.
“No looking down. I want to see your face when you come.”
She keeps her eyes locked with mine in the mirror.
She swallows hard before she speaks. “Can you choke me a little?”
Holy fuck.
“Has anyone done that to you before?”
She slowly shakes her head. My dick feels like it’s going to test the strength of my jeans. I feel pre-cum dampen the material of my boxers.
“Take your fingers out and play with your clit.” As I say the words, I squeeze the sides of her neck for a few seconds. I watch her reaction in the mirror. Her eyes widen and her cheeks turn a bright red. When I lessen my grip, her hips start to rock, risking her ass hitting my dick.
“Are you going to come for me?”
She nods in response.
“Words, Melonie. I want to hear you.” I squeeze her neck again.
She forces out a breathless, “Yes.”
I release her neck and remove my hand. I lock my eyes with hers one more time in the mirror and bring my body against her back, running my nose along the skin behind her ear. Then I move my lips to her earlobe.
“Come, Mel. Be a good fucking girl and come.”
I forget my damn promise not to touch her and reach to pinch her nipple, and it sends her over the edge. Her mouth opens in a silent scream, and her hips buck back as she comes. I grip her hips to prevent from falling back to the wall behind us as her ass bounces off my hard dick. She’s panting, bending over the sink, coming down.
Shit, I want her so badly right now. Her naked body is bent over right in front of me. I want to take her to her bed and fuck her. I deserve an award because it takes every ounce of my self-control to not claim her. But I said I would just watch. I already broke that promise by touching her.
I settle for rubbing between her shoulder blades. She turns her head to the side, still bent over.
“That was so intense.”
“Good.” I smile and lean down, kissing her cheek. “I’m gonna go.”
“This wasn’t weird?”
“Not for me. Was it for you?”
“No.”
I nod. “Good. You should take your bath. I’m going to go meet the guys.”
“They’re probably wondering where you are.”
“I’ll just tell them you needed help with something.” I give her a wink.
“Thank you. You know, for helping?” She giggles.
“You’re welcome.”
I turn and walk to the door. Before I leave, I tell her, “If you ever need help again, I’m just down the hall.”
I close the door behind me, and I immediately go to my bathroom. I take my dick out, and it only takes me two strokes before I come.