Payback

by Lori Toland

As he left work, Bud had slipped a condom in his shirt pocket and patted it. The good luck wishes were for naught because he wouldn’t do that with Mel. The door swung open and his thoughts came to a screeching halt when he saw her.

  “Hi, Andre.”

  The skin tight dress didn’t hide any of her luscious curves, nor her slender waist. He had a real appetite for an hourglass figure, which Mel had to the extreme. With her little black dress, she was a walking wet dream. “You didn’t have to dress up for me,” he quipped.

  “I didn’t,” she said coolly as she shut the door behind him. “I have a date later.”

  When she locked the door, his gaze traveled freely down to her legs to where her garter clips peeked out. Feeling like he had been kicked in the stomach, he blamed his next comment on the lack of oxygen. “You can’t go out dressed like that.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “Who says so?”

  He looked her up and down. “I do.”

  She laughed. “And who do you think you are? My dad?”

  “No, I’m a concerned and caring man,” he retorted. “You’ll freeze.”

  “I’ll wear a coat to his place. He’s coming to pick me up at half-past seven.”

  She was being picked up and since she would have no car to get home, that meant she would probably stay at the faceless, nameless man’s place. No way.

  An hour and a half to kill while he waited for this guy to show up… well, he would find something to do. Once her date got here, Andre would tell him to buzz off. With his above average height and large build, people rarely picked on him, except for his firehouse buddies.

  “Shall we get started?” she asked, gesturing to the table.

  “Sure,” he said, wandering over to the solid wood dinette and pulling out a chair for her. “This is nice.”

  She scooted her chair forward and the underside of her breasts grazed the table top while giving him the perfect view down her cleavage. He bit back a moan as an ache spread through his loins and after a few seconds, his brain returned him to the conversation already in progress.

  “—just bought it at a garage sale. I figured we should have it in case we have people over.”

  The nice set was better than the folding table and cheap plastic lawn chairs at his shared apartment. “People like me?” He flashed her the killer smile full of the dimples that his mother went on about all the time.

  He thought for a second it might have worked because she focused on his mouth before she snapped her gaze up to meet his. All he could think about was what she could do with her glossy lips to him and how she would feel snuggled up next to his body, all curves and softness, while she was wet and wanton just for him.

  “Yeah, people like you,” she said and licked her lips.

  Was it hot in here? He took off his coat and hung it on the back of the chair and scooted toward the table. Luckily, that gave him a chance to discreetly adjust himself.

  If he had been focusing on anything other than her gorgeous body, he would have worried at her wicked, knowing smile. The way she smiled at him, like they shared a secret, it was as if she knew the effect she had on him.

  Little Melanie was all grown up, but did she know she was playing with fire? Suddenly, his mind screeched to a halt, which was the reason he was here. “Listen, Mel, about that class you’re supposed to take—”

  “That’s right.” She leaned forward and rested her chin on her palm. “So shouldn’t you teach me something?”

  Her wide green eyes drove any and all thought from his head. He should not be thinking about all the naughty things she could do with her mouth. “Uh—”

  She leaned forward in her chair and placed one finger on his lips. “Maybe I could teach you something instea.”

  His cock reached full hardness and pressed against his zipper, demanding to know what she meant by that. She could start off slow, like trailing her lips across his chest and moving lower until she reached his hard shaft.

  He groaned. Coming here was a horrible idea because he couldn’t act chivalrous around her, not when she acted like a temptress. “Maybe we should reschedule.” They could do this a different time when he could think with his brain and not with his cock.

  She touched his hand when he tried to stand. “I really want this to happen now.”

  The words were innocent but his filthy thoughts overrode any good sense. Mel looked gorgeous, but she always did. Her perfume wafted over to him, surrounding him and blanking out his brain.

  Being here with her was a lie and he didn’t want to hurt her. The only way he knew to make things right was to tell her the truth. “Mel, I’m sorry Bud tried to trick you but there is no class on fire safety. I mean, there might be, but not for calling 911 if you have a pot on fire. In fact, you absolutely should call 911 if you have a kitchen fire and you think you’re in danger.”

  “I knew it!” She banged her fist on the table and stood, pointing her finger at him. “You set me up.”

  “What?” He shook his head. “I didn’t do anything. You believed Bud when he said you had to take a fire course. There isn’t anything like that and I tried to warn you but you followed him like a little puppy. Then I had to ride to your rescue.”

  “There was no way they could have known I would fall for their joke.” She pushed her hair out of her eyes. “You told them I fall for anything, didn’t you? Well, guess what? This time I didn’t fall for it and you’re the one getting played. How does it feel?”

  In her haste, she had flipped her chair when she got up. She rested her fingertips on the dining table as she leaned forward and her chest heaved from exertion.

  “What do you mean ‘how does it feel?’” His gaze dropped — he couldn’t help himself — to the swell of her gorgeous breasts, and, just above the neckline of her dress, the hint of her black lace bra.

  “The game is up. I knew you were teasing and this is my revenge, seducing you.”

  He licked his lips as his heart raced. This was her revenge? If he had known this was his punishment, he would have shown up for a reprimand ages ago. “I’ve heard revenge is sweet. Do you want me to surrender to you?”

  As he focused on her face, he swallowed hard. What would she do if he kissed her? Would she push him away? He was her brother’s friend; had she relegated him into the same category?

  He threw those thoughts and caution to the back of his mind as he reached for her. He threaded his fingers into her dark blonde curls and moved around the corner of the table that separated them. Her lips parted and she drew in a breath, possibly to ask him a question but the words never materialized.

  Lowering his head, he kissed her. At first he kept his touch light, lest she shove him away and slap him for taking such liberties. When she dug her fingers into his shirt and pulled him close, his heart raced and all he could think was, Oh God, I’m kissing Mel.

  *

  Oh God, I’m finally kissing Andre. She didn’t want to do anything to screw this up and if this was a dream, she didn’t want to wake-up. All she had to do was kiss him, maybe lead him on for a bit, and then leave him high and dry.

  But he tasted too good to let go and his strong arms around her felt divine. She had waited years for this, ever since she knew what a kiss was, and she couldn’t bear to let him go.

  His tongue swept along her lips, asking for entry. She quivered and clutched his shirt to stop from melting into a puddle at his feet. She met him eagerly with every thrust and wished he would move south with his hot kisses.

  The table jarred her and when she broke away from him to ask how she ended up there, he took advantage of her shock to lift her onto the table. She met his gaze and every inch of her body tingled from the lust his touch caused.

  He ran his hand from her knee up to her garter snaps. The stockings had been an afterthought but when he gently fingered them, she was glad she put them on.

  “Baby, you know what buttons to push,” he said, his voice gone rough. “These are killing me.”

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p; The thrill he gave her wasn’t only sexual but also a heady sense of power by letting her know how much he wanted her. Oh God, wasn’t she supposed to be shoving him out the door into the cold night? Just a few more minutes longer and certainly she would have her fill of him, enough to last all the cold nights without him.

  He pushed his finger beneath her garter strap and moved up her thigh, under her skirt. She trembled and unable to break his hypnotic gaze, she stared into his deep blue eyes. His expression dared her to stop him, but she couldn’t even remember how to move her lips.

  When his finger touched the edge of her satin thong, she knew what fire was and it threatened to consume her. His low groan drowned out her gasp. “Oh God, Mel, you’re so wet,” he said breathily. “Is all this for me?”

  “Yes,” she said and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

  He hooked his hands behind her knees. “Wrap your legs around me,” he said as he moved her arms to cup his shoulders. “As much as I can’t wait to be inside you, I think I can hold myself back until we get to your bed.”

  She hooked her feet together, pressing her hot, wet center against his hard bulge. “You’d better hurry because I don’t think I can control myself. Andre, I need you so bad.”

  Chapter Three

  He set Mel on the bed and they both made quick work of stripping back the duvet. Once she sat on the bed sheet, she looked up at him. “What now?” she asked, her voice shaking.

  Was she scared? She shouldn’t be, not of him. Did she tremble from excitement, like he did? “Relax,” he said and chuckled to cover his nervousness.

  “How can I?” she asked, which came out in a throaty purr. “You still have your clothes on.”

  Her wanton behavior sent a pulse of pure lust straight to his cock. He ached to have her, and having her this close without being inside her hot wetness was torturous. “You first,” he demanded and reached for the hem of her top.

  She helped him tug off her blouse and when he saw what was beneath, the material fell from his fingers. The peek before whet his appetite for what was to come, and she was more beautiful than he could have ever imagined.

  Andre swallowed as she wriggled to unzip her skirt. Her breasts bounced, hypnotizing him with their swaying beauty. He couldn’t wait until he unhooked her bra and revealed her dusky nipples. Imagining their puckered beauty made his mouth water.

  She slid her skirt off and once it hit her ankles, she reached for her tiny thong. “Leave those,” he said. She nodded and reached to unbuckle her strappy heels. “Them too.”

  She smiled and quirked an eyebrow as she leaned back on her elbows. “I’ll leave the rest up to you. Your wish is my command.”

  The last sentence was a silly farce because she had him wrapped around her little finger. He was at her beck and call but he loved her reclining like this with her legs spread wide and her eyes blazing with desire for him.

  He kneeled beside the bed and reached for her hips. He hooked his thumbs beneath the stretchy satin and tugged them down slightly to reveal her damp curls. Her wild moan pushed him on but when her fingers threaded through his hair, he stopped and looked up.

  From the need in her eyes, she wanted him to continue. He held her gaze as he slowly pulled her panties down to her ankles and then dropped his head to place a tiny kiss on the inside of her knee.

  She gasped as he tossed the scrap of satin to the side and then he was back, running his hands up her thighs. When he reached her mound, he dropped his gaze from her eyes and grinned when he saw the moisture glistening there.

  He dragged his forefinger across her slit and she groaned with need. He moved up her body and leaned over her. Her blonde hair spread across the bed sheet was her only adornment besides her bra and garters and her very naughty heels.

  His mouth watered with want to taste her. Before they could go much farther, he had to ask, “What about that date of yours?” he asked slowly. “I’m not letting you go until morning.”

  She smirked and said, “Tag, baby, you’re it. You gonna chase me now?”

  He laughed and rubbed his hand over her hip. “Seriously, Mel, am I going to have an angry man at your door to deal with? I mean, I have no problem getting rid of him for you but I need to know if I’ll have to keep my pants on or can I get down to business?”

  She shivered as he trailed his hand back down to her mound and grazed the backs of his fingers across her wet curls. Her voice shook as she spoke. “Just like you, I didn’t exactly tell the truth either. There is no other guy waiting in the night to come pick me up.”

  He grinned. “So all of this, you dressed up like this for me?” He parted her nether lips and slid his finger between them easily and found her hot button.

  “Yeah, I did, to seduce you. My plan was to get you all hot and bothered, and then throw you out in the cold as punishment for tricking me.”

  He growled low in his throat. “You play dirty, Mel.” He pinched her clit roughly. “And I can too, you know.”

  She gasped as her body pulsed with need. “I thought we got past that before. You said you were sorry.” The words rushed out of her and ended off with a thin, whistling gasp.

  “This might be news to you, but I wasn’t really sorry for what Bud did. This night has been the best thing that ever happened to me,” he said and leaned in to kiss her neck. “But Mel?”

  “Yeah?” she choked out.

  “You’ve been naughty girl this year.” He growled and nipped the sensitive flesh at her throat. “Very naughty.”

  *

  Mel shivered as Andre trailed his lips down her neck to her breasts, kissing the tops of them each in turn. “Beautiful,” he murmured.

  He looked at her like she was a goddess, watching her every move with the same hunger she felt for him. It all seemed like a dream, one too good to be true. If it was, she didn’t want to wake up.

  His arms surrounded her as he slid his hands to her bra clasp. He jiggled it for a bit, trying to unhook the clasp and she bit back a giggle as he tickled her by accident. Finally, his shoulders sagged as he admitted defeat.

  “Need help?” she asked.

  “Whoever made bras should make chastity belts too.”

  “They would be outlawed as torture, I’m sure,” she said as she reached behind her and quickly unhooked the offending device.

  “Oh definitely,” he said, his expression darkening. “Bras were created with an express purpose to put a kink in men’s plans of getting down to business quickly.”

  “Andre?”

  “Hmm?”

  “I’m done unhooking my bra,” she said. “Care to take it off for me?”

  He grinned and tugged it gently off her shoulders, revealing her breasts as the cups slid down to her lap. “You are perfect,” he whispered, bowing his head to take a puckered nipple in his mouth. He lapped it gently, making her shiver.

  He paid as much attention to the other one and she sighed as her core pulsed with need. She ran her fingers through his hair, holding him to her. She protested when he moved his sweet kisses to the valley between her breasts but when he trailed lower, she moaned.

  He nuzzled her belly button and she giggled. “Stop that.” Suddenly he pushed up from the bed, his face lighting up. “Oh God, I didn’t mean for you to actually stop.”

  “Wait right here,” he said and raced out of the room.

  Mel frowned at her bedroom door but before she could react, he came back in sans shoes but carrying a champagne bottle. “What’s that for?” she asked.

  He ripped the foil off and twisted the wire. “I bought it as a peace offering.”

  “Oh, you’re forgiven.”

  Andre loosened the cork until it popped. “That’s a relief.” He set the bottle down on the bed table and reached for the hem of his shirt. As he revealed his fit, muscled body, Mel bit her lip to keep from moaning.

  She knew he was in good shape for his job, but she hadn’t realized how thick his build was. She swept her gaze from his br
oad shoulders to his trim waist, taking in his light sprinkling of chest hair. “Wow.”

  He chuckled and reached for the bottle. “Best compliment I’ve gotten in a long time.”

  She sighed as he kneeled in front of her again, nudging between her legs. Spread open like this, she couldn’t help being embarrassed and feel exposed but she reclined back and waited for his next move.

  First his lips grazed her belly button and then a cool tickling sensation. She giggled and then moaned as he dragged his tongue along her skin to lap up the champagne. He spilled little bits of champagne across her curved abdomen, streaking a wet trail to clean it up as he made his way to her pussy.

  He dribbled a few drops between her pussy lips and the cold against her steaming hot clit made her buck. “Whoa,” he said, pulling the bottle back. “Enjoy that?”

  “It was interesting,” she said hesitantly, not sure if she’d enjoyed it.

  “Let’s see if you like it like this,” he said, dipping his head while he tipped the bottle again. The cold, sparkling drops fizzed against her sensitive folds but her nerves sang when his tongue dragged along them.

  She let out a garbled noise, which was her attempt at begging him to continue, which he seemed to understand. More drops fell on her heated pussy and his tongue swiped her clit as he lapped them up.

  The sensation stole her breath, but he never let up, even when he wasn’t dropping champagne all over her nether lips. She barely noticed he set the bottle aside, not when he slid two fingers inside her wet, hot core.

  She cried out and arched her back, clutching at the sheets. The knot inside her curled tighter, with every lick he pushed her closer to the edge. His thick fingers slid in and out, driving her higher with each stroke.

  He pulled away and grabbed the bottle again. She lifted her head and asked, “What are you doing?”

  That wicked smile drove her wild. “Payback, baby. I want to make sure you know what you would be missing if you threw me out in the snow.” He returned to lapping up the rivulets of champagne coursing across her stomach.

  She growled. “I get it, Andre.” Her body jerked uncontrollably, responding to the stimulation. He was going to drive her wild and if he kept going, she wouldn’t be responsible for any of her actions.