Make Me Scream

by P. J. Mellor

  More than ready for the play to be over, she opened her mouth and sucked in the meatball, promptly chewing and swallowing it.

  Through the dimness, she saw Devon’s eyes widen and then crinkle with his smile.

  “You ate my toy,” he said in a teasing voice. “I guess I’ll just have to find another one.”

  “Please.” Her foot on his thigh stopped him from getting up. “No more food. I’m not hungry for any more appetizers. Let’s get to the main course.” She couldn’t believe she was being so assertive, but since Devon hadn’t run from the room, she must be doing something right.

  He rimmed her opening with the tip of his finger and smiled down at her. “Not quite yet.”

  His smile was contagious. “Okay…what do you have in mind?”

  He rummaged around for a few seconds and then sat back up. “Have you ever tried vulva stimulators?”

  “Um, no. I—”

  “Relax,” he said, placing her left leg up along the back of the sofa. “You’re going to love it.”

  She regarded the device in his hand. It looked like an attachment for a mixer. Maybe she wasn’t as ready for a sexual adventure as she thought. Before she could sit up or even say anything, cool gel was stroked up and down and all around her labia.

  A soft hum filled the air, immediately followed by the delicious sensation of her genitals being gently vibrated. The gel heated, combining with her own excited moisture.

  “See? I told you it would feel good.” His voice sounded smug, but she couldn’t force her eyes open. She didn’t want to miss a delightful second of sensation.

  “Now I’m going to use the accessory to the stimulators.” His voice floated somewhere above her, almost lost in the buzz of her blood rushing through her ears. “This won’t hurt, but it may feel a little tight to begin with. Don’t worry. You’ll love it.”

  Tight was a bit of an understatement, but as long as the gentle buzz kept going it wasn’t all that uncomfortable. “W-what are you doing?” she finally managed to say in a breathless voice. “What kind of accessory?”

  “Vulva clamps. They’re padded. If they’re too tight, there’s an adjustment. Relax. If you don’t like it, I’ll take them off. I just wanted to see what they looked like on a woman and see exactly how they worked.”

  If she could have formed a coherent sentence, she’d have told him they worked fine.

  Cool air bathed her. Poised on the brink of what promised to be a record-breaking orgasm, it felt as though her vagina was a vortex, wanting to suck in any and everything around it.

  Coolness filled her, deep within. She forced her heavy eyelids open.

  “Flavored gel,” Devon said in an equally husky voice before bending to the task.

  His hot tongue bathed her exposed labia, flicking her engorged clitoris and then probing her vagina with smooth, sure strokes. After each tongue lashing, he blew softly on her wetness, ratcheting up her heart rate and respiration.

  All the while the little stimulator did its thing, keeping her poised on the brink of orgasmic oblivion.

  His hot erection bumped her inner thigh.

  Suddenly her climax roared through her, taking her breath, altering her thought processes. Fireworks detonated behind her eyelids.

  Abruptly Devon sat up, releasing her still vibrating tissue from the loving jaws of the stimulator and clamps. Pushing her legs together and up, he bent and licked her still vibrating pussy.

  Small mewling sounds filled the air. She thought they were probably coming from her but didn’t care. She wanted him. She wanted him now. She’d never wanted, needed as much as she did at that precise moment.

  Unfortunately it was all her overworked lungs could do to continue breathing. Speech was not a possibility.

  More cool gel soothed her swollen labia, only to be licked off by Devon’s hot tongue.

  Out of her mind with longing, she made animal-sounding grunts and tried to pull him up, to position his erection for greater access.

  After much stretching, she was able to grasp his penis. But she couldn’t guide him to the place that ached for it without contorting. She sighed and stroked him, content for a while to just hold his heat while he licked and sucked her toward another orgasm.

  Contentment was short-lived. Soon, achy and restless, she made a decision. If he wouldn’t make love to her yet, she could at least return the favor of oral sex. Funny, she’d always abhorred it, but now, for some reason, it was different.

  She craved it.

  It took some persuasion, but she eventually got him where she wanted him and took his hot length deeply into her mouth.

  He groaned.

  Against her arm, the big muscles in his thigh vibrated.

  His hips paused their rhythmic thrusting for a few seconds while he reached for something on the floor.

  The red glow of the Red Hot and Ready vibrator bathed them in its beam. He pushed a button, filling the air with a soft hum.

  As they were lying on their sides, he hoped they wouldn’t topple from the couch before they finished. While Jamie sucked his cock until he thought he might explode, he positioned the vibrator. He licked the strawberry-flavored gel from her swollen labia and then dragged the tip of the glowing vibrator along the plump folds.

  Jamie moaned, her hips bucking against his shoulder, her teeth nipping at his erection.

  He found her clit, now swollen from its shield, and fastened his teeth around it, drawing it into his mouth and sucking. As expected, she gasped and arched her hips. He plunged the vibrator deep within her, flicking the nub with the tip of his tongue while he moved the heated phallus in and out in a languorous rhythm.

  Jamie screamed, her cum rushing out to wash the vibrator and his hand.

  Deftly he switched positions, his mouth firmly fastened on her, his tongue buried deeply within her, licking her slick walls, while the vibrator worked its magic on her clit, bringing her to another screaming release.

  She gently bit down on his cock, sucking him deeper. It fueled his excitement, took his breath.

  But he didn’t want to come in her mouth. It had been too long to settle for second best. He wanted to be buried deep within her tight pussy.

  He stood on shaky legs and scooped her up from the couch. As soon as her legs came around his waist, he flexed his hips, burying himself to the hilt in her wet warmth.

  Staggering, he walked toward his bedroom. Jamie came twice more before he lowered her to the mattress. Then it was his turn.

  It was his new personal best.

  16

  “I should go home.” Jamie stretched and smiled against the pillow at the feel of Devon’s renewed erection nudging her hip.

  “Mmm,” he said, heating the skin on her shoulder. “Not yet.”

  Rolling over, she held him close and kissed his temple then sighed. “It’s getting late. I really should go.” She sat up, pulling the top sheet with her.

  “Wait.” He scooted across the mattress and stood. “I’ll walk you home.”

  Transfixed, she stared at his still inspiring package. What was the hurry? It wasn’t like she really had anything to rush back to or do.

  She blinked, drawing back to her original plan. No. She had to go home. When she’d walked away from her life with Fred, she’d vowed not to get involved with another man until the whole Fred debacle was over and done. Besides, it was past time she learned to stand on her own two feet and not depend on anyone else. A sigh threatened to escape when she looked at the broad capable shoulders before her. It would be so easy to let Devon help…

  “You know,” he said, pulling up his boxers and reaching for a shirt from the pile next to the bed, “I usually enjoy being stared at. Especially by a hot babe like you. But somehow I get the impression lust isn’t what’s on your mind.”

  Their gazes met.

  Dang. He was good. Too good to get involved in the mess that was currently her life.

  Clutching the sheet to her, she backed toward the bedroom doo
r. “I, ah, was just thinking about everything I had to do. You don’t have to walk me back. It’s not that far, just across the courtyard.”

  He paused and then continued pulling the T-shirt over his head. “Not a problem. Just thinking about stuff to do, huh?”

  She nodded and stepped into the little hall connecting his room to the kitchen and bath.

  He was right behind her.

  “’Cause, I thought maybe you were thinking about what’s his face. Fred.”

  His name hung like acid rain in the silence of the apartment.

  Dang. She was just such a coward. She was running again. Running from Devon. Running from the way he made her feel. But what choice did she really have? If Fred found her, she could be putting Devon in danger, and that wasn’t fair.

  Scooping up her clothes along the way, she turned toward the bathroom. At the door, she turned to face him. “I’m not lying to you, Devon. I do have things I need to do. And I have my own apartment, and that’s where I need to go. I’ll be fine.”

  He stopped her from closing the door by placing his palm on the edge. “Can you look me in the eye and tell me this has nothing to do with Fred?”

  Clutching her side of the door, she took a deep breath. “I could, but I won’t. You’re going to believe what you want to believe.”

  He released the door, allowing her to close it just in time to hide the tears she blinked away.

  Maybe Fred had ruined her life. Living with him had been torture, and the fear was alive and well, thanks to his relentless pursuit. The question was, what was she going to do about it?

  After pulling her clothes on and shoving her feet into her sandals, she took a cursory look in the mirror over the sink.

  A blond stranger with terrified eyes looked back at her. Blond, terrified and…She leaned closer. And with one boob noticeably smaller than the other. Crap. Where was the errant gel blob?

  Devon kicked the adult toys under his sofa with considerably more force than was necessary.

  Damn. What was his problem? It wasn’t like he didn’t have stuff to do. The new catalogs were due to come out soon, and he still had a good hundred items to describe.

  Thoughts of his time with Jamie filled his mind. The sex was so damned good, so right. And, the fact was, he wasn’t ready for it to end. But he wouldn’t beg.

  Jamie walked into the room, the sheet clutched in front of her like a shield. Shit, what did she think he was going to do, strip her and have his wicked way with her against her will?

  She bent, looking for something. He’d offer to help, but the sight of her firm, tan legs short-circuited his brain for a few seconds.

  In his mind, he saw himself walking over and flipping up the sheet, dragging her panties down and off. He’d spread her legs wide, gripping the smooth ass cheeks, and plunge into her hot, honeyed pussy.

  She’d scream in ecstasy, pulling his hands around to play with her tits.

  He blinked and frowned. Her tits…her tits. What was it about them that tugged at his memory, buzzing around his sex-fogged brain like an irritating gnat?

  She chose that moment to wrap the damn sheet around her like a mummy, drawing his attention back from whatever it was he’d been thinking.

  What the hell was she doing under there? He watched her gyrations for a few seconds. “Is there something I can help you with?”

  She jumped at his question, looking damn guilty, in his opinion.

  “No! No,” she repeated in a softer voice. “I’m fine. I just realized my top was twisted.” She folded the sheet and laid it on the arm of the sofa and then arched her eyebrow. “Or would you like me to put it back on the bed? I can help you make it before I go, if you want. The bed, I mean. I can help you make the bed.”

  He bit back a grin, watching the color rise up her neck to her cheeks. “No, that’s okay. I can do it later.”

  Her shoulders slumped in obvious relief, and he told himself not to take it personally. Unfortunately he’d never been very good at listening to advice.

  He strode to the door and grabbed Killer’s leash from the hat rack. “Let me get Killer, and we’ll walk you home.”

  “I told you, that’s really not necessary.” She hovered by the couch, her body language telling him she wouldn’t argue if he just did it.

  With a stay gesture that always worked with Killer and Petunia, he hurried to the spare room and took his dog out of the kennel. When they returned to the living room, Jamie was gone.

  “C’mon,” he said, clicking the leash to the dog’s collar. “At least you can get rid of your piss. Nouns are like that. It’s the verbs that get to you.”

  17

  Heart thundering in her ears, Jamie power-walked across the deserted courtyard. Eyes wide, she scanned the area constantly, jumping at every shadow.

  It had been Fred she saw on the beach. She knew it. Didn’t she?

  After jiggling her key in the old lock, she threw her shoulder against the door and half fell into her darkened apartment.

  A little whimper of fear escaped her. She banged the door shut and threw the bolt home while her other shaking hand frantically felt for the light switch.

  The light came on, illuminating the bright decor to a blinding level. As soon as her eyes adjusted, she glanced around. Everything was the same as she’d left it. There was the basket of laundry and her beach sandals.

  She forced a laugh at her panicked state and put her groceries in the fridge. But, just to be on the cautious side, she checked all the window and door locks, looked in all the closets and under her bed before going into the bathroom. Maybe a nice hot shower would help her sleep.

  He stepped from the shadows and watched as Jamie’s apartment blazed with light. Little fool. He counted to ten, but it didn’t help his frustration. Why didn’t she realize she belonged to him and stop her stupid little games.

  His cock stirred when her bathroom light filtered through the darkened bedroom to the window where he stood, hidden in the shadows. Instant recall of her body, wet and slick in all the right places, raced through his mind.

  He stepped back, deeper into the shadow between the units. A group was congregating around the fire again tonight. It wouldn’t do for any of the testosterone-laden tenants to see him. Ditto for the old lady and her bloodthirsty dog.

  He rubbed his calf, still tender from the rottweiler’s nip the day before. He’d take care of the damn dog.

  Then he’d find Jamie and convince her he knew what they needed.

  They belonged together.

  Jamie clutched her towel tighter and edged along the wall toward the side window.

  “Stupid,” she whispered. “You’re being stupid, jumping at shadows.” With slow, deliberate movements, she reached out and tugged down the cord, releasing the blind.

  The metal sound echoed in the room as the blind unfurled to land with a clang on the sill.

  She edged around the corner until she came to the window facing the courtyard.

  The amber glow from the fire pit cast her neighbors in a glow, bronzing their buff bodies.

  She spotted Todd by the edge of the group and wondered again about his sister and what he would do if he ever caught up with the man who had ruined both of their lives.

  The man she recognized as Drew sauntered across the space and paused to speak to Todd before bending to extract a beer from the cooler by his feet.

  Before they spotted her, she let the second blind down and leaned against the cool wall. Whew! She grinned. Her friends back home would be drooling at the sight of her neighbors.

  Sobering, the thought hit her. She would probably never see any of her friends again, thanks to Fred. She tucked the towel more securely. At least she knew her friends were safe now. She’d led Fred away from them when she allowed him to chase her far away.

  So far away that her old life seemed more like a dream than her past.

  Devon logged off and sat back with a satisfied sigh. He’d just sent the latest batch of catalog c
opy to the Ballbreaker editor. His check should arrive within the next week or so.

  He picked up the Float Like a Butterfly, Sting Like a Bee and flipped its tiny stinger with the tip of his index finger, careful to avoid the activation button.

  All sorts of hot, raunchy ideas of how he could utilize the innocuous-looking gel insect on Jamie had him shifting in his chair.

  He put the bee next to his computer and adjusted his shorts to accommodate his erection; then he flopped back in his chair.

  Sex with Jamie was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. That was the only reason he wanted to howl at the moon and crawl to her, begging for more.

  He stood and turned off the desk lamp then walked to start picking up the clutter they’d left behind in his living room.

  A knock echoed through the quiet apartment, Killer’s bark immediately following as he pranced toward the door.

  “Damnit, if that’s someone wanting an apartment at this time of night, I’m going to kick their ass.”

  Killer growled his agreement as Devon swung open the door.

  A brown cardboard box rested on the doormat. A glance confirmed it was from the Talk Dirty To Me company and probably included the latest models of dildos for the new line the editor told him about last week.

  He sighed and picked up the box, absently tapping his finger on its side. The idea of working anymore tonight held no appeal. Still, the sooner he wrote the copy and turned it in, the sooner he’d get another check.

  He walked back in, not stopping until he reached the kitchen, where he rummaged around for a knife.

  He pulled the first dildo from the box, matching the packing slip with the numbers on the clear wrapper, and began laughing.

  Inspiration struck.

  Jamie had just finished applying coconut-scented lotion and pulled her nightshirt over her head when a knock sounded, rattling her door.

  “Jamie? You up?”

  A peek through the peephole confirmed the identity of her late-night visitor.