“You…” Her lip trembles slightly, and I know she’s having a hard time getting the words out. “You can come in if you want… since, you know, you have something to prove.” She teases me, and the shyness seeps right out of her.
My jaw aches from the grin that pulls at my lips. This woman. I’ve never smiled so much in such a short time or wanted to kiss someone as much as I do her.
It’s like… it’s like fate sent her to me for this moment, which is a crazy thought to have.
“Fuck yes, I have something to prove. But if you don’t want this, like really want this then you need to tell me to leave, because I don’t want this to be some drunken hook up.” I grip her by the chin, our eyes holding each other’s. I can visibly see her swallow and wonder if she’s going to take her words back now.
“I want this, Remy. I really do.” She whispers, and those words seal our fates together. I don’t know if she realizes what she just signed herself up for, but she can figure that out later. We can figure that out later.
Right now, I have a pussy to feast on.
Chapter Three
Mel
I’m not sure if I should slap myself in the face now, or in the morning. I can see the wheels in Remy’s head turning. Why did I say yes again? Oh, I know...because I really do want him… to kiss me, and fuck me, and prove to me he’s better than all the other men I’ve ever been with before him.
I want him to ruin me for all men, but at the same time I want to push him away and tell him to fuck off. How is it possible to feel that way all at once?
My apartment is small, but it does the job. I use every penny I make from the bar, and the freelance work I do for the Chicago Tribune, to help pay for my sister’s medical bills. Whatever I have left goes to paying rent, and the tiny bit of bills I have. I flick on the light, and start stripping as he closes the door behind us.
What’s the point in keeping my clothes on when everything I want to do with this man involves being naked?
I shimmy out of my dress, and kick off my heels, gazing at Remy over my shoulder as I do so. He’s watching me like a lion on the hunt, ready to pounce at any given second. I lick my lips and envision him doing all the things he said he could do to me.
Half of me hopes he will pull through; while the other half hopes he’s all talk and I’ll never have to see him again after tonight.
As if reading my mind, he starts unbuttoning his shirt, each button coming undone has my mouth watering as it reveals a piece of toned skin beneath the fabric. By the time he’s got his shirt off, I’m ready to jump his bones.
He smirks, as if he already knows his body looks like a work of art that’s been chiseled from stone. There are eight individual indentations on his abdomen proving that he clearly works out. “You see something you like?” His voice drips sex appeal.
“Maybe.” I twirl a piece of my dark hair around my finger as I eye fuck him. He flicks the button on his dress slacks, revealing a pair of tight boxers with an exceptionally large cock trying to break free. I gulp before leading him down the small hall to my bedroom.
For some strange reason this feels like a cat and mouse game. Like one of us is really going to lose badly.
“You better be ready for me when I get there, Melody.” His voice booms behind me as I walk backwards to my bed, eyes never leaving the doorway. My heart is racing in both trepidation and excitement
Remy enters my bedroom, his eyes moving over the small number of belongings on my dresser before resting on me.
There’s a sadness that flickers in his hazel eyes, and I wish like hell I could unsee it. We can’t... I can’t let emotions get involved here. To bring us back to where we’re supposed to be, I crawl up on the bed and lie down in the middle, eyes on his as I cup my bare breasts.
“Fuck me,” I order, gripping the sides of my panties as I lift my ass, almost daring him when I drag them down my thighs to my feet. Kicking them off as I watch him, I snicker when I see Remy’s eyes on my body. He starts at my toes, traveling up to stop and stare at the pussy I’m sure he can see is almost dripping for him. I can practically feel his touch on my breasts when he continues, and when his eyes finally land on mine, I feel like I’m about to combust.
Remy exhales, his fists are clenched at his sides and he looks like he’s about to lose it. He’s so fucking handsome it should be illegal, like a Ken doll with abs, and a penis size that he wasn’t lying about. I almost stop to ask him if he’s okay when he crosses the small space separating us and sinks to the floor on his knees. His hands reach out, grabbing me by my ankles and pulling me forward until my ass rests at the very edge of the bed. His touch is warm and brings me comfort like I never expected while turning me on beyond belief at the same time.
“I’ll fuck you, but first I’m going to make you come all over my tongue. I’ve got to know if you taste as sweet as you look.”
I nibble on my bottom lip, watching him through hooded eyes as he spreads my legs. His fingers run up and down my thighs as his heated gaze meets my pussy. He leans in, and I can feel his hot breath against my lips, the sensation causing me to shiver. Jesus. I’ve never experienced these sensations with a man before.
“Fuck me, Melody, your pussy is gorgeous.” His words almost make me laugh, but said laugh gets lodged in my throat when I feel his tongue flick against that sensitive bundle of nerves. Something short-circuits inside my head, and I find myself weaving my fingers into his hair, encouraging him to lick me until I’m a boneless wreck.
And he does. Remy devours my pussy, alternating between licking and sucking on my clit, the sensations make it hard to do anything but breathe. For the first time in forever I feel the build of a release. Each nibble and flick of his tongue pushes me closer to the edge of no return. It’s been so long since I’ve had an orgasm given to me by something other than my own fingers or vibrator that I nosedive off the cliff, falling apart and coming within seconds. My body shakes and my thighs clench around his head as blissful nothingness fills me to the brim.
But he doesn’t let up. Nope, not Remington Winston. He continues to lick me, and I almost come again when I feel two of his thick fingers slide knuckle deep inside me.
I whimper when he pulls his mouth from my clit, a devilish smirk pulling at one side of his lips. “Told you I’d make you come, and I’m going to do it again…” He pauses, upping his pace, his fingers thrusting deep inside me while he blows gently against my clit.
It’s just enough to keep me going, but not push me over the edge like I want. “Make me come again.” I plead, gazing up at the man that will own my pleasure for tonight. His eyes darken, the hazel color turning deep brown. I can see the lust, desire, and need pooling in the depths, and I know he wants this just as much as I do. Maybe even more.
With a growl, he ups his pace, driving his fingers into me fast. They slip inside me with ease, curling forward to stroke my g-spot. My pussy contracts as he strums me like a guitar, playing me to his own tune. The orgasm is building deep inside me. My heart flutters in my chest, my skin heats, and small droplets of sweat form against my brow.
“Fall apart baby… you’ll be surprised to see who is there to catch you when you do.” And on his command, I do just that. My body shakes, and in seconds I’m falling, my toes curling into the comforter. Remy doesn’t care that I’ve just come, he sucks my overly sensitive clit into his mouth and laps up every single sweet drop of my release. The moans of pleasure he exudes against my pussy tells me the man likes pleasing a woman and that makes me smile even in my buzzed state.
Before I can get my wits together, he’s pulling away, leaving me cold. I shiver, slowly coming down from my high. I gaze up at him, feeling as if I’ve been laid bare, as if I’ve laid all my sins before him. I worry he can see right through me, into my perfectly broken heart, and that terrifies me.
Yet, before I can make a move to cover myself or end what’s happening, he flips me onto my stomach. I feel one of his long fingers trail up and down m
y spine, and it makes me shiver, and not for the same reasons as before.
“You might not be mine yet, but I can read you like you are. I don’t want to see you get lost inside your head when I’m with you.” His hot breath fans against my ear, and I nod, feeling his thick cock probe against my ass.
I’ve never been so hungry for a man a day in my life before. “Remy,” I moan as he lifts me by the hips, making it so my ass is higher than my head. This way he’ll be deeper, giving me the chance to feel every single inch of him. I peek over my shoulder at him, becoming mesmerized as he strokes his cock.
“Let me fuck you, Melody. Let me own you, and tomorrow you can decide what happens next. Tonight, you’re mine.” And I know he’s speaking the truth. I know it before he even slips inside me, his cock claiming my pussy as if it’s always been his.
I suck air into my lungs as he fills me to the hilt. He’s so deep inside me it almost hurts, that is until he swivels his hips, causing the head of his penis to rub against that sweet spot inside me.
“We fit like a glove baby. Your tight pussy is squeezing the ever-loving fuck out of me.”
My mind and body drift apart as he moves in and out of me, making anything but breathing impossible to do. I whimper and moan as he owns me with every single inch of his flesh inside me. He pounds into me until I come, my pussy strangling his cock as I fall apart again and again. He doesn’t let up either, as he holds off his own release, pushing me over the edge again and again.
“Remy… Oh god… Oh god…” I cry out, as he finds my clit and pinches the bud between two fingers, setting me off once more. It’s then that I feel him coming. His movements become jerky, his breaths turn into pants, and the warmth of his release fills my channel to the brim, leaving me sedated, and content.
It doesn’t even hit me until he pulls out of me that we didn’t use a condom, and as sated as I am right now, I can’t bring myself to care. I let him pull me into his arms and blanket me in his warmth.
Tonight, I get to be selfish.
Tomorrow I can be normal Mel.
The woman who will never find love or give herself over to a man.
Chapter Four
Remy
I startle awake, and for a second forget where I am. Then the memories of the night before filter into my brain and I relax against the sheets. Melody and I had sex. Not once, but twice, and we didn’t use a condom. Sitting up, I rub the kink out of the back of my neck, my gaze sweeping over to the right side of the bed that’s empty.
Where the hell is she?
A soft humming filters down the hall along with the smell of freshly brewed coffee. My stomach grumbles and I get out of her warm bed, my muscles protesting as I do.
It’s been a long ass time since I fucked a woman like I did Melody last night, and I’ve never fucked a woman without protection. With her, I didn’t even think about it. I pull on my underwear and dress slacks, then make my way into the kitchen, my eyes settling on Mel. I’m a bit taken back to find her dressed in a pair of jeans and t-shirt, hair in a braid and her makeup done. My facial expression must show my surprise because before I even say a word, she’s rolling her eyes.
“Coffee’s in the pot, and cups are on the left side, above the toaster.”
I blink at the harshness in her voice. “Is something wrong?” Following her directions to the cups, I pour a cup of coffee and turn to face her, waiting for her answer. She sips from her own cup, her dark blue eyes meeting mine just over the rim of the bright colored mug.
“Nope. Last night was great, but I told you—I don’t date. I don’t do small talk, and I don’t do seconds, so when you’re ready you can see yourself out.”
My blood starts to boil at her words. As if it’s going to be that easy to get rid of me. I almost laugh out loud. Now that I’ve had a taste of her I’m not going to let her go, not that easily.
“I know what you told me. I just don’t care.”
Melody has a sour look on her face at my statement. It’s nice to know I can knock her off her game a little bit. Yet, the fact that she doesn’t have that spark I saw in her last night anymore bothers me.
The woman I went to be with last night isn’t the one standing before me now.
“This isn’t going to happen again Remy, just so you’re aware,” she sneers.
I shrug, acting unbothered. “We’ll see.”
“No, we won’t. You don’t have anything that I haven’t had before.”
Cocking my head to the side, I smile like the asshole I am. “I can guarantee no man has never made you feel as good as I did last night.” Taking a step toward her, I set my cup down on the counter. I’m compelled to take another step and then another until I’m directly in front of her, her sweet floral scent assaulting my senses and making my thoughts race. I grip her by the chin and the contact sends shivers down my spine. “Just try and resist me. I love a good game of hard to get.”
Mel pulls from my grip and pokes a finger into my shirtless chest. “You don’t own me and we’re not dating. This was a one-night stand Remy. Learn to live with it, since I’m it’s not every day you’re turned down by a woman for a second date.”
My grin seems to widen, “We’d have to have a first date to have a second date but since you aren’t willing to give me that…”
Mel’s face goes flat as she realizes what she’s said. “You know exactly what I meant. This isn’t happening again. It never should’ve happened to begin with.”
I’m more confident than ever that Mel is the woman for me, even if she swears up and down, she’s not interested. I can tell just from the look in her eyes she’s curious about what could be... I know I am.
All I have to do is convince her that I’m different, better than the others. I just need to take things slow, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll get to see the look I saw on her face last night as I brought her to orgasm again and again.
“What is this, Mel?” I ask, taking a sip of my coffee, which is burning hot, a lot like the woman standing before me.
She rolls her eyes, but I know it’s a cover up. I can sense it deep down in my bones. Melody wants to feel something, anything, for me, even if she’s convinced it’s nothing more than sarcasm and annoyance.
“Nothing Remy. Now finish your coffee and get out of my apartment. I have important places to be.” She’s back to looking every bit as aggravated with me as I am enthralled with her.
It’s strange as hell to be attracted to a woman that acts like she wants nothing to do with you. But it also makes me crave her more, because I know somewhere deep down, she feels something for me. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t be so out of sorts.
I sip my coffee impossibly slow, and watch as she meanders around the house, picking stuff up here and there. I didn’t get much of a look at the place last night since it was dark, and well, you know we had other things on our mind.
Now in the light I can see that it’s a cozy little place. The kitchen is decorated cleanly, with white cabinets and appliances. There’s a small flat screen and leather sofa in the living room. Pictures I want to study hang on the walls and rest on the book shelves the frame the tv.
I stare at them from across the room. There’s a few with an older couple who I assume are her parents, and lots of ones with a girl that looks like a younger version of Mel.
“Who’s the girl in the picture?” I question, knowing being nosy will only annoy her further. Hell, it’s the least I can do.
She sighs, but after a few minutes tells me, “That’s my sister… not that it’s really any of your business.”
I can tell from the picture she’s happy, or at least she was that day. The woman before me doesn’t reflect a happy woman. If anything, she’s miserable and pretending she’s not. Melody is a puzzle; one I want to solve.
Because I know she’s anxious for me to leave, I finish my coffee at a snail’s pace. She’s getting to the point she’s going to throw me out, so I finally disappear into her bedroom to grab my shi
rt, only bothering to button it halfway. As I’m walking towards the front door, something on the small dining room table grabs my attention. I’m not exactly sure what it is that pulls me in, but my eyes catch on what looks like a receipt.
It says:
TOTAL DUE: $150,000
I swallow around the lump that forms in my throat and push down the desire to grab that piece of paper and look at it to see who she could owe that kind of money too.
“Thanks for the fuck, but I’ve got to leave and that means you do too.” Mel’s annoyed voice comes from behind me, and as much as I want to ask, I push the thought away before I can let it take root. Her debts have nothing to do with me and she won’t take kindly to being interrogated.
Even as badly as I want her, I can’t get caught up in something I know she won’t want me to be a part of. I can’t get her to agree to go on a date with me, let alone tell me about something I shouldn’t have seen.
“I want to see you again.” I confess as I walk out of her apartment behind her.
Mel’s lips purse and she shakes her head. “Hate to tell you, but you won’t.” She says it so matter-of-factly. Her sassy attitude only makes me crave her more, and when she starts to walk away, my eyes move down to her hips and ass that sway with each step she takes.
“You say you don’t want to see me again, but I know that’s a lie,” I growl in her ear as we make it to the elevator together. She pushes the button and twirls on her heels, her dark blue eyes colliding with mine.
“It’s not going to happen, Mr. Winston, but you’re more than welcome to try.” The snarky smile that pulls at her pink painted lips and the way she calls me “Mr. Winston” makes my cock rock hard… again. I’ve got to find a way to meet up with her again, because right now all I know is I need another chance to show Mel I can be the man she needs in her life.
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