by Tabatha Kiss
“Robbie...” She moans my name from beneath my hand. “I’m gonna come...”
The tension breaks and I feel that satisfying twitch deep inside of her.
She buries her face in my chest. I wince as she bites down on my skin. The pain sends me over the edge. I come with her. I thrust forward, filling her completely and I stay there. We ride it out, kissing and moaning for each other. Once it’s over, we lie still. Our hearts race. My blood doubles back toward my cock and I feel my erection coming back as she rolls her hips again.
Someone pounds on the door.
“Oh, Rooooobbie!”
Shit.
It’s Val.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Melanie stops and frowns. “Who is that?” she asks.
I think hard for what to say, though that’s never been easy after blowing a load like this one. “Uh…”
“Yoo-hoo! You in there, baby?”
“Baby?” Melanie repeats.
“Not baby. No baby. She’s my neighbor and she, uh…” I cringe. “Well, she’s throwing a party tonight, and I was… gonna go, but—”
Melanie tries to push me off. “Oh, goddammit, Rob—”
“Shh!” I slap a hand over her mouth. “Hold on…”
Her eyes roll but she lies still, listening as Val’s knocks grow even more urgent.
After a minute, Val finally gives up. I exhale with relief at the sound of her loud heels clacking down the hallway.
Melanie forces my hand away from her mouth. “You did have a date tonight!” she says.
“No, I didn’t!” I say. “I was going to the party to help a friend. That’s all.”
She squirms, trying to squeeze out from under me. “A friend who calls you baby?”
“No! A different friend.”
“Well, aren’t you popular?”
I sigh. “Come on, Mel. Don’t be like this.”
“I can’t believe I came out here just to be lied to again.”
“I didn’t lie to you! Can we please just… chill for a second? I’m still inside of you, for Christ’s sake.”
“No, Rob. This is not okay!”
“Yes, it is.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re my fucking soulmate,” I say, making her pause. “Nothing else matters to me. You showed up, and I dropped everything to put you first. Isn’t that what I was supposed to do? Isn’t that what a husband is supposed to do?”
Melanie exhales hard. She touches my arm, putting pressure on it until I give in and roll off her. She tumbles off the couch onto the floor, sliding the blanket along with her to cover herself as she stands up.
“Mel, where are you going?” I ask, sitting down.
She reaches into the grocery bags, keeping the blanket pinned to her chest with her other hand. “I need some popcorn,” she says.
“Then, what? Are we going to talk about this or are you going to bail?”
“I don’t know.” She tears the bag open. “We’ll see how I feel after the popcorn.”
I smile as she tosses a handful into her mouth. “Can I have some?” I ask.
She hugs the bag. “No.”
I chuckle. “Okay.”
Her eyes fall to my exposed groin. “Can you please cover yourself up?” she asks, her mouth full.
“Why?” I ask.
“Do you have no shame?”
I grab a throw pillow and place it on my lap. “There,” I say.
“Thank you.”
I watch as she silently munches on popcorn, allowing for the last few minutes to sink in.
Melanie is here. Here with me.
And naked. We’re both naked.
Because we just fucked. On my couch.
Holy hell. It worked.
She’s here because I worked my ass off and got clean for her. I got an apartment and a job and I did it all one day at a time for her. I wanted to show her I could be the man she always wanted me to be.
It fucking worked.
“Rob?”
I blink out of it. Melanie puts the popcorn down on the table and clings to the blanket now wrapped tightly around her body.
“Yeah?” I ask.
“I said I should probably go,” she says, glancing at the windows. “It’s getting bad out there…”
I look outside. Snow tumbles from the sky, practically whiting out the moonlit city.
I shake my head. “No,” I say.
“No?” she repeats.
“No, you’re not going anywhere.”
She sighs. “Rob…”
I stand up, dropping the pillow on the couch. She looks down, but quickly averts her eyes as I cross the room toward her. “You’re not going anywhere,” I say again, stopping in front of her.
Those big eyes quiver as she looks at me. “Robbie, I think we both just need to take a minute—”
“I don’t need another minute.”
“—and think about what we’re doing.”
“I don’t need to think about it,” I say, placing my hands on her hips. She flinches, but she doesn’t move away. “I’m done thinking about it. I know what I want… and I think you want the same thing.”
“I do want the same thing!” she says. “But what I want and what actually exists haven’t always meshed well.”
“I know.” I ease closer. “And that’s my fault. It was all my fault.”
She tenses as my lips touch her neck. “Robbie,” she whispers. “We shouldn’t—”
I kiss her, enveloping her lips with mine.
Give us another chance, I want to say.
Let me prove it to you.
Melanie kisses me back before I can say it. She lets go of the blanket and it falls to our feet as she cups my face and pulls me closer. I wrap my arms around her, bracing her against me as I blindly guide us into my bedroom.
I’ll say it later.
Thirteen
Melanie
When I considered how I would ride out this snowstorm, I didn’t think on Robbie’s face would be an option.
But when life gives you lemons, sometimes you just have to make do with what you have, am I right?
Even if that includes moaning like crazy while your ex’s stubble scratches your inner thigh as he goes to town on you.
C’est la vie.
I let my fingers roam through Robbie’s thick hair, guiding him exactly where I want him to be. Not that it’s entirely necessary; he remembers what I like. Over half a year since we’ve been horizontal like this and the man still knows how to get me off with a few flicks of his tongue.
I shudder as a pleasure wave travels from my core to my toes. They curl, practically digging into the flesh of his back, and Robbie sucks my clit harder in response.
“Fuck!” I shout, nearly out of breath.
He chuckles, sending vibrations through me as his tongue plunges inside.
I grab the bedsheets. I tighten my entire body. I bite down hard to keep from screaming like a wicked animal.
Shit, this is bad.
Well, not bad as in quality, but bad in the naughty sense.
Is this really what I should do right now?
Body says yes, but my brain says… okay, also yes.
Just shut up and ride, Melanie.
I dig my nails into his scalp. “I’m gonna…” I take a breath. I quiver. I moan even louder. “Robbie, I’m gonna— “
He stops.
The son-of-a-bitch actually stops.
“Hey—” I gasp. “Don’t—”
“Shh,” he whispers, his sinister lips pressed against my thigh.
“No, seriously, I’m like there.”
“I know.”
I sputter between breaths. “Then, why would you stop?”
He laughs. He kisses my inner thigh, then kisses the other one, mere inches away from my tender, throbbing, going to explode at any moment, clit.
“Because it’s fun,” he says.
I collapse on the bed. “Unbelievable.”
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nbsp; He purses his lips and blows out. The air strikes my bud and I mewl from the frustration. “Just relax, Mel,” he whispers. More gentle kisses. “We’ve got all night.”
I raise my head to look at him. The living room lights are still on, barely illuminating the dark bedroom and casting shadows on us. The window beyond that shows nothing but snow and darkness. We really have all night. Possibly tomorrow, too.
I run my fingers through his hair, wondering once again if I’m making a mistake.
But I guess that’s future Melanie’s problem.
Robbie kisses my mound, his tongue just barely grazing my folds. I watch him in the shadows, kissing and licking and enjoying me. I lie back, spreading my thighs even wider, and I feel his finger gently teasing my entrance.
He enters me, and I gasp. His fingers slide inside, wet and easy, as his tongue gently tortures me again. He targets my G-spot, making me see fucking stars.
“Robbie…”
I moan.
I gasp.
I want this feeling to last forever.
“I know,” he says, smirking up at me.
Another lick. Another smooth thrust. Another breath and my body takes over. I come hard, harder than I’ve come since the last time I was in his bed.
Robbie presses his tongue against my clit and leaves it there, letting me grind on it as pleasure attacks every nerve.
“I’ve missed the way you taste,” he says.
I laugh as I try to catch my breath. His finger stays deep inside of me as he kisses my navel. He leaves love bites on my breasts, stopping to suck on my nipples as I squeeze his hair a little harder.
I feel a climax building in me again, the heel of his hand pushing hard against my clit. He kisses my neck, my jaw, my cheek, teasing the kiss on the lips I so badly crave.
“You like that?” he asks.
I nod, my non-verbal contribution as my tongue turns to jelly in my mouth.
“Do you want more?”
Again, I nod.
“How much more?”
Dammit. That’s not a yes or no question.
“Her-bag-ik,” I manage to say.
Robbie pauses, chuckling hard. “Okay, then.”
He pulls his finger out and takes hold of my arm. With one swift tug, he flips me over onto my stomach. I grab the nearest pillow, holding on as Robbie forces my legs apart. I tilt my pelvis back, feeling his cock dip between my thighs.
He thrusts slowly, easily finding his way inside as he settles into a prone position. I gasp in pleasure, turning my head around to watch as his cock disappears inch-by-inch.
Robbie lays a hand on my shoulder, his grip tight with desire. “You always feel so fucking good,” he whispers.
I pull the pillow closer. I stuff the nearest corner into my mouth, biting down as he thrusts again.
Robbie balances on his right arm. I catch sight of his black sleeve tattoo in the dark and my brain sends more pleasure down my spine. I never realized how much I missed watching his inked arms tighten and flex while he fucked me.
I moan with my mouth full of cotton as he pumps me from behind.
Robbie grabs my hair with his left hand. “Look at me,” he growls.
I turn my head again, pulled by his strong hand. His pulsing cock never ceases as he leans forward, coming close to my lips.
“Does that feel good?” he whispers, quivering my ear.
Between the hard grip on my hair and the firm cock deep inside of me, it’s all very much a resounding yes.
“Yes,” I say, laughing with pleasure.
He kisses between my shoulder blades. “You want more?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to fill that pussy full of cum?”
Christ.
“Yes!”
Robbie lowers down, pinning me to the bed. He continues grinding his hips, but he slows it down. He takes me with long, slow thrusts as his warm breath grazes the back of my neck. I feel everything, every inch and tease. The slow movement makes every sensitive nerve sing like a canary. He kisses my neck. He grabs my arm, my breast, anything he can touch. His groans of pleasure become moans and the only thing I can do is bite down on the pillow and scream.
“Melanie.”
His voice is heavy, so full of warmth and desire. I prime myself for what he’ll say; for what filthy line he’s saved for exactly this moment.
But he says nothing. He kisses the back of my shoulder and holds me as our bodies blend in the most perfect way.
I climax again, my entire body shaking beneath him. Robbie lets out a grunt and thrusts hard and deep. I feel his cock swell and release, filling me with enough cum that it spills out onto my inner thighs.
We lie still, our bodies still locked together as we breathe each other’s air. After a few moments, Robbie props himself up onto his arms and I spin around onto my back beneath him. His spent cock hangs between us, dripping a filthy mixture of both of us onto my belly.
I touch his chest, dragging my fingers down his heaving abs. I let my touch linger on his left ribs, dancing along a multi-colored tattoo that wasn’t there last time.
“Goddamn,” I say.
“Goddamn,” he repeats with a weak nod.
“That was…”
“Nice.”
“Nice?”
“Really nice.”
“That’s all I get?” I ask. “Nice?”
“Well, since we can’t agree, we’re going to have to do it again.”
My lips curl. “Oh, I see what you’re doing.”
Robbie lowers down, his kiss finally finding my mouth. I cup his face, feeling the sweat drip down his forehead as I pull him closer. His flaccid cock rests between us, but if I remember Robbie, it’ll be up and ready to go again any second now.
“But seriously,” he says, kissing my chin. “It was everything I wanted.” He looks at me, those deep eyes locking on mine. “You’re always everything I want.”
“Smooth,” I tease.
“Hey, it’s true.”
“I haven’t even blown you yet.”
“Still true.”
Robbie rolls over onto his back next to me, instantly raising his arm to draw me in. I slide into place, resting my head on his chest as he wraps his arms around me.
I eye his cock. Still flaccid. “We going again, or what?” I ask, poking it.
He sighs. “He’s probably just scared of you.”
“Scared?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“To be fair, the last few times you’ve touched him ended with us having a screaming fight, so…” He laughs. “Can you blame him?”
I exhale. “No, I guess not.”
“But…” He kisses my forehead. “I’m sure if you gave him… some reason to rise to the occasion—”
I sit up, slapping his chest as I mount him. “Okay, okay. You’ve been more than generous to me, after all.”
“Wait…” Robbie stops my hand as he lies back.
“What?” I ask.
He looks down, admiring my naked body on top of him. “Just want to enjoy this view first,” he says. “It doesn’t happen every day.”
I place my palms on his chest to hold me up, and his gaze rises to my tits. “I figured you’d be balls deep in some bimbo a few times a week.”
“Nah,” he says. “No time. No interest, either.”
“Really?”
He shakes his head once. “What about you?” he asks. “Has anyone been balls deep in you since me?”
“No,” I answer. “Not physically, anyway.”
He raises an inquisitive brow.
I hesitate. “I have this… fan.”
“A fan?” he repeats.
“A secret admirer. He’s been sending me roses. We talk… sometimes. More like text, but…” I shrug. “I don’t know. Sounds dumber the more I say it out loud.”
“Have you met him in person?” he asks.
“No.”
He smirks. “Then, how do you kn
ow it’s a guy?”
“It’s a guy.”
“But how do you know?”
“I know.”
“But how?”
I scoff. “He has a man’s way with words.”
He nods with curiosity in his eyes. “Why are you here?”
“What do you mean?”
“If this secret admirer is so special, then why are you here with me?” he asks.
I bite my cheek. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“It is,” he says, his hands gliding up my sides. “But I want you to say it.”
Shivers dance up my spine as he sits up and holds me close. “Because I wanted to be with you instead,” I say.
Robbie kisses my collarbone. “Because you like the way I make you feel,” he whispers against my skin.
“I like what you do to me,” I say, chuckling. “We’ll see how I feel about it in the morning.”
His tongue travels up my neck, and I shudder. “Story of my life,” he says, amused.
I smile, my lips finding his cheek. “Positive marks so far.”
His eyes shine in the dark as he tilts his head. “Yeah?”
I turn away, playfully putting pressure on him to lie down. He obeys, slowly moving as I lean over him. “Yeah,” I say. I press my breasts against his chest and his hands crawl down my back to cup my ass. “So, you better lie back before I change my mind…”
He chuckles. “Yes, ma’am.”
I linger over his lips, a few seconds of harmless teasing before kissing him. He kisses me back, his breath full of passion and need for me. For us. For a relationship that never should have come back, and yet...
I shift my kiss to his neck. His fingers curl in my hair, just barely tugging at the roots as I drift lower. His collarbone. His pecs. The taste of his sweet sweat on tight skin. His breath quickens. I already feel his erection pressing against me, ready for round two or possibly three, but I’ve hungered for him in my mouth since the first moment I felt him inside of me tonight.
I lick his abs. He flexes, exhaling softly as my tongue glides up the length of his happy trail, just barely touching the thick base of his cock.