Chapter 5 #2
I tip up on my toes and kiss him. When I open my eyes, his eyes are still wide open, staring into space, not really kissing me back the way I want. I could try to talk to him about it, but he's just gonna argue. That's how he is.
So, I take his hand and lead him back to the bed.
Reaching down, I pull out his dick. It's dark and meaty. He has a small penis head, which is something I actually love about him because it makes the rest of the shaft look way larger than it already is. Leaning down, I start sucking.
The crazy thing is, he's not hard.
For about two whole minutes, I suck, and he's still completely flaccid.
He sighs.
I feel like garbage right now.
Sitting up, I start to peel off my lingerie, letting my dark breasts fall forward.
They're nice and perky.
He licks his lips and looks away, his eyebrows furrowing almost as though he's nervous. Or maybe my eyes deceive me. It's like… he doesn't wanna do this.
Well, I'm not gonna give him the chance to pull away.
Maybe it's just stress. I start sucking him again, fondling his balls and pulling at them slightly to stimulate him.
He groans, his hands still flat at his sides.
Finally, he begins to harden in my mouth.
One of his hands moves forward, gripping the back of my head, pulling me firmly onto his length.
I gag a little bit, but as I push through it, I sweep my tongue flat against the underside of his shaft, swirling it around with every pull of my head.
My eyes look upward, and from this angle, I can see the line of his jaw and the underside of his chin.
His eyes are shut tight. I'm waiting for him to look down at me, to connect with me, but instead, he turns his head to the left, staring blankly out the window as I keep sucking him right here at the foot of the bed.
His mind is not here. Where is he?
Then he suddenly looks at me. I smile up at him as I let his dick slide out of my mouth, thinking this is the moment.
Instead, he grabs my shoulders. He shoves me down so that I'm lying flat on my back, but he positions me so my head is hanging completely over the edge of the foot of the bed, my legs drawn up.
He inches forward, standing over me, and drives his dick straight down my throat.
He clamps his hands tightly on either side of my face, pinning me in place.
With my head tilted back at this extreme angle, his shaft slides extremely deep, hitting the back of my throat.
I try my absolute best not to gag, even though my eyes are instantly watering from the depth of it. He starts to thrust into my mouth hard, punishingly fast, but he still won't look at me.
His eyes are sealed shut as if he's lost in his mind or somewhere else. It breaks my heart. It feeds my paranoia. Because there's a little part of me that's telling me he's there with someone else, simply using my body as a means to simulate being with her.
Of course I don't know if that's true, but… what am I supposed to think?
My husband hasn't seen me in over a week, and he's not even happy to see me. I'm standing here completely decked out in lingerie I bought just for him, and his grand greeting is to basically roll his eyes and act bored. It’s like he’s looking at a piece of paper with a water stain on it.
His eyes are still closed tight.
I want him to have sex with me, to make love to me, so I raise my hands to rub his abs, needing that physical connection.
But he quickly rips one hand off my face, slaps my hands away from his stomach, and clamps his grip right back onto my jaw.
He just keeps pinning my head down, pumping forcefully into my mouth, completely fucking my throat.
But I have to speak up for what I want. So I push him away, and I slap at his chest.
His dick slides right out of my throat, causing me to gag and gasp for air, and then I sit up.
"I was close," Daniel says, looking down at me. "Why did you do that?"
"Because I wanna make love to you," I tell him, trying to catch my breath. "I haven't seen you in a while, and I figured you'd wanna go inside. Do you not wanna have sex with me?"
"Why would you ask me that?"
"You didn't answer the question," I say, a little bit more firmly.
He rolls his eyes and starts to walk away from me.
"Danny, please don't walk away from me," I plead. "Is there something that I did? Are you… mad at me or something?"
"No," he says, not even looking back. "But I'm getting there."
"Why? What have I done? I literally am just existing, and you walk in here with this devil on your shoulder."
"Devil?" he asks, turning around to look at me. "Who'd you buy that for?"
"Buy what for?" I ask him.
"That. That thing you have on," he says, gesturing toward me.
I look down at myself. "The lingerie?"
"No, the parka," he says, completely annoyed.
"I bought it for you!" I say, my eyes wide, wondering what the hell he's getting at. Is he seriously accusing me of cheating?
"I don't know," he shrugs, acting as if he's just talking to some random roommate. "I'm not here with you most of the time, so I don't know what you do or who you let into the house."
"We have surveillance all over the house, Danny. You can check the outside and see exactly who's coming in. It's at all the entrances and exits."
"Yeah. Well, I don't have it inside the house, so I don't know what you're doing."
"So you think that someone magically teleports inside the house to come fuck me and then, what, they evaporate into thin air?" I ask him. I'm fully aware that my attitude is implying he's stupid.
He just shakes his head and rummages around until he finds a T-shirt. "I'm going down to the golf course."
"What? Why?"
"I'm not gonna come, so why... what do you want me to do?" he asks.
But I rush over and get right in front of him. "We need to talk."
"There's nothing to talk about."
"Are you serious right now? I'm trying to be patient with you.
I really am," I start to say, putting my middle finger to the bridge of my nose and closing my eyes for a second before letting my hands fall away.
"But you're pulling away from me, and I have no idea why.
I've let you have your space. I don't ride you about every little thing. "
"You kinda do, though."
"I literally don't! What the..." I force myself to calm down.
He just looks at me, smirking. Then he scoffs and walks right past me.
"Danny, wait," I say, following him into the bathroom.
"What do you want?"
"Why are you angry with me? What is your problem?" I ask, desperately wanting the answer, even though deep down I feel like I already know what it's gonna be.
He looks at me and squares his jaw.
"Is there someone else?" I ask.
"I don't know, Melody. Is there?" he asks, throwing it right back at me. I'm painfully aware that he completely skirted the question.
"The way that you're accusing me..." I say slowly, narrowing my eyes.
I look up at the ceiling for a brief second before looking right back at him.
"It almost seems as though you cheated, and you're hoping that I cheated to deflect from the fact that you did.
You still have not answered the question I asked you. "
"When would I have time to cheat?"
"You're still not answering the question," I say, much more firm.
"No, I didn't cheat, Melody. Have you?"
"No! I'm literally here by myself all the time, talking to my damn gerbils!"
He just gives me a look. That annoying stare that tells me, loud as ever, he doesn’t believe me.
I shake my head.
"I had already texted you and told you about what happened with Terry."
"Uh-huh," Daniel mutters.
I scoff and roll my eyes before looking back at him. "If I really was gonna cheat, why would I be open and honest with you about everything? About every time a guy hits on me? I feel like I'm the only one throwing in all the work in that regard."
He scoffs a smile right back. "Right. Because Melody can do no wrong."
"And, apparently, neither can you. The fuck?" I snap.
"Do whatever you wanna do. Don't let me stop you."
"I'm literally not doing anything," I shoot back. "And what you're not about to do is try to completely derail this fucking argument by trying to pin everything on me to make it look like I'm somehow unfaithful. Honestly..."
My eyes crinkle as I look up at the ceiling, not really staring at anything, before I point a finger right back at him and rest my hand on my hip.
"It seems like you're the one who's cheating, because why are you actually projecting so damn hard?"
"Everything you see is a damn projection," he bites back. "Maybe you should ask yourself that question."
"You're doing it again."
"So you mean to tell me you haven't fucked anybody?" I challenge.
"Okay. I'm gonna play one of your games," I say.
I give him a completely sarcastic smile before saying, "Have you?"
Standing there with my hand on my hip, I wait for the answer.