Summer Heat: Anthology

by Sonya Jesus

  His hands found her hips and showed her the pace he wanted. His hands squeezed her breasts as she rode him. He groaned as she moaned. He thrust up into her, meeting her as she came down. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room. Their thrusts were soon out of sync.

  “Ahh fuck yeah!” he moaned.

  She let out a startled cry when he suddenly flipped her over and got on top. He continued to pound into her. Harder and faster and she wrapped her legs around his waist. The headboard of the bed smacked into the wall with each thrust. All she could think about was how good it felt to have him in her. Pounding into her.

  “Tell me how much you love to get that pussy pounded.”

  “I love it. Harder! Please more,” she responded in between moans.

  “Cum for me,” he demanded. She felt the same toe-curling rush as she had when his mouth was on her sex. She wanted the release to come so bad. The feel of her breasts bouncing to every thrust, the feel of his pelvis slamming between her legs and the feel of his big, hard penis filling her so full pushed her release. She screamed with her orgasm as he moaned his release with her.

  He fell on top of her as they caught their breath. She felt him slide out of her as he pulled back and laid beside her. He pulled her to him as she cuddled next to him and as they fell asleep, she thought about how much she was going to enjoy their two weeks together.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Present…

  Tuesday

  Melonie woke alone. She felt cold again, and for a moment she thought Matt had just been her imagination until she turned over and saw his jacket on her chair. It brought back the same feeling she felt when she’d woken up the next day after their first time together.

  ***

  Seven years ago…

  She woke up feeling satisfied. She turned to look for him and found the place next to her empty. That startled her a bit and worried her. She hoped Matt wouldn’t regret what happened between them. She didn’t. In fact, she wanted to do it again and again. She checked the bathroom and then his bedroom. She listened for him and called out to him but found herself alone in the house. She saw that his bags were still in his closet, so he hadn’t left her. But, where was he? She decided to head downstairs to eat. Maybe she’ll go wallow in ice cream for breakfast.

  She grabbed the carton of ice cream, grabbed a spoon, and leaned her elbows on the counter as she ate the ice cream out of the carton, feeling sorry for herself. What had she done wrong? Well, alright, so seducing your almost-uncle wasn’t right. But she thought that he enjoyed it, he’d cum four times throughout that night. Why did he leave?

  She let out a startled yelp and jumped when she felt two hands grab hold of her waist. She turned to find Matt grinning behind her. She was so lost in her thought that she hadn’t heard him come in. He was sweaty, and she noted his running clothes. So that’s where he went. She placed the ice cream on the counter and turned back to face him with his hands still on her waist.

  “You scared me,” she tried to look mad. He pulled her body close to his. She could feel his bulge against her stomach instantly warming her center and puckering her nipples.

  “Were you pouting?” he asked, his grin getting bigger. She could see the laugh in the twinkle in his eyes.

  “I was not…I was thinking,” she lamely replied.

  He gave her a knowing smile and then swooped down to kiss her. The kiss was wet and very thorough. Her arms automatically went to his neck, trying to pull her body closer to his. His hands found her bottom and lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He slowly kissed down her jaw, then neck and on to her shoulder. He pulled away and placed her on the counter. When she finally got her vision to focus, she found him smiling at her. Almost sweetly.

  “I was hoping I’d get back before you woke up, so I could have woken you up properly.”

  She grinned. “You can properly wake me up now,” she responded. His response was to take her mouth in another kiss. She loved the taste of him. She loved the feel of him. She loved everything about him.

  He almost ripped his t-shirt off her, leaving her sitting on the counter, naked. She hadn’t put on anything but his shirt which she had picked up from her bedroom floor. He leaned her back onto her elbows on the counter as he spread her legs wide.

  His fingers found her breasts. They pinched and pulled at her nipples before he leaned down and took one in his mouth. She moaned as he sucked, driving her insane with his tongue playing with her nipple. She felt his hand make its way down towards her center. She knew she was ready for him. She groaned at the feel of his fingers rubbing her clit. He kissed his way down her stomach and then pulled away to watch his fingers sink into her.

  “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

  The thought of him seeing other “pussies” beside her, irritated her but she soon forgot her thoughts when she felt his tongue on her clit. He sucked, licked, and played with her as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. She found herself meeting the thrusts of his fingers.

  “Fuck,” he suddenly pulled away. She watched him pull his shirt and shorts off and put on a condom, she neither cared nor knew where it came from. He picked her off the counter, placed her feet on the ground and turned her around to bend her over the counter. He entered her fast and hard, his groan mixing with her moan. He paused for a short moment as if savoring the moment and then started thrusting in and out of her in a fast rhythm. She found herself meeting his thrusts. She felt fuller with him behind her. She could feel herself gripping onto him. She wanted to feel him inside her for the rest of her life.

  Her cries, his moans and the sound of their bodies hitting each other filled the kitchen. Filled the house. She loved everything about it. The feel of her breasts bouncing, the feel of his cock filling her, stretching her, and pounding into her. She loved the feel of his hands gripping her body hard. She wanted the world to see them like this.

  She felt her orgasm built and she thrust herself back against him hard. Her legs shook, and she collapsed as she came. He held her down against the counter as he continued to pound into her while she came. She could feel the wetness between them, their juice mixing, the sound of their wet skin meeting each other. He plunged through her orgasm.

  As her orgasm ended his release followed. He continued to thrust into her as he emptied himself. He stayed in her, leaning over her body on the counter as they caught their breath.

  He slowly stood up but kept his penis buried in her. She looked at him over her shoulder.

  “Good morning to you too,” she whispered.

  ***

  Present…

  It was night, and she realized she was hungry, starving even. Ashley and Jenny had tried to get her to eat, but she hadn’t had an appetite, at least until now. Something changed in her as she watched them lower her father. It was as if she’d accepted that he was gone.

  Her long nap seemed to have helped too. For the first time in days, she was feeling okay. She got up and took off her stockings before heading downstairs. She heard voices as she came down the stairs. Matt, Ashley, and Jenny were there. Melonie joined them in the kitchen. Matt was the first to notice her since he was facing towards her direction, standing on one side of the breakfast bar while Jenny and Ashley sat on the bar stools facing him. He nodded in her direction causing her friends to turn.

  “How are you feeling?” Ashley asked coming towards her and escorting her closer to them as if she needed help. She chose to stand at the end of the breakfast bar, between Matt and her friends. She wanted to go to Matt, but she didn’t know if he would want her.

  “Hungry,” Melonie answered honestly.

  “That’s good. We brought a lot of food back from the banquette,” Jenny responded as she got up and started taking food out of the fridge.

  “Why don’t we all just sit down and eat. Matt get the plates,” Ashley ordered as she led Melonie to the table.

  “I can help,” Melonie protested.

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sp; “No, just sit,” Ashley ordered. Melonie sat as she watched them get dinner together. Matt surprised her by sitting next to her. Ashley and Jenny sat across from them. There was plenty of food, leftover from the event. She chose the honey baked ham and macaroni salad, but there were chicken casseroles and a couple of pasta. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was until she looked up and found the three of them staring at her.

  “What?” she asked.

  “Nothing, here, take some more,” Jenny answered as she handed Melonie a creamy pasta.

  Melonie realized that their plates had barely been touched while hers was already empty. She forced herself to slow down knowing it’ll make her sick.

  “Sorry, I guess I was really hungry,” Melonie explained as she blushed.

  “It’s good that you’re finally eating,” Ashley replied.

  They settled into the meal with small chatter. Matt didn’t say much if anything at all. Jenny and Ashley tried to chat with her about things they normally talked about when they were all home in Los Angeles.

  “When are you guys heading back home?” Melonie asked as she pushed her plate away and leaned back.

  “I have to be back for work on Friday afternoon,” Jenny answered.

  Jenny started as a waitress at the restaurant she has worked at since they’d first arrived in Los Angeles. She eventually made her way up and was now the assistant manager. Now that they were older and more financially stable, they rented a three-bedroom apartment as opposed to the tiny one-bedroom apartment they started out with.

  “I can stay for another week,” Ashley answered. Ashley taught yoga and Pilate classes at an upscale gym. She had a little more freedom than Jenny, but Melonie knew Ashley would be taking the leave as unpaid.

  “What about you?” Melonie turned to Matt. He’d stayed silent most of the meal.

  “I’ve got a week leave. I need to get back on base Monday night.”

  “What’s your plan?” Ashley asked her.

  “I don’t know. I have two weeks off. I spoke to Steve on Saturday about the will and stuff. The house is mine and some money from dad’s life insurance… I guess I need to pack up the house,” she explained. She’d inherited a pretty good amount from her dad’s life insurance alone, and she wondered if maybe, it was a good time to start a new life. As much as she hated this town growing up, it’s changed. She couldn’t help but notice how nice and charming it was now. Los Angeles was great, but there was something about the small-town charm that made her feel welcomed. She tried not to think about her dad in the last couple of days, so she’d been thinking about her new life. Maybe it was time to voice it.

  “I was thinking,” the three of them looked at her expectantly. “I know we’ve talked about owning a bed and breakfast as a fun idea, but maybe we could do that now.”

  “You want to turn this house into a bed and breakfast?” Ashley asked.

  “No. I want to sell this house and buy that old lakefront property,” Melonie answered surprising, not only Ashley and Jenny but herself as well. She hadn’t thought that she’d made up her mind about it until now. Ashley and Jenny didn’t say anything. The bed and breakfast had been her idea from the beginning. “I know that-”

  “I’ll put my savings into that if that’s what you really want to do,” Ashley cut her off.

  “I don’t think it’s a bad idea,” Jenny added.

  “Really?” Melonie was surprised at their quick answer. She turned to Matt, who gave her a reassuring smile.

  “I think it’s a great idea,” Ashley replied. “We’ve talked about it before, and a bed and breakfast was one of our choices.”

  “It could work,” Jenny added. “This is a tourist town, and the lake property is in a great location.”

  “I think that we could use the house sale as a down payment and dad’s life insurance and our savings to turn it into a bed and breakfast,” Melonie explained.

  “You really want to sell your home?” Ashley asked.

  “It’s just a house, and the bed and breakfast will be our new home,” Melonie answered.

  “We should check the property, make sure it’s still there and fixable,” Jenny suggested.

  “I’ll ask my mom who owns the property,” Ashley said as she left the table to do just that.

  “If this is what you really want, I’m in,” Jenny told her. Melonie couldn’t help but love her best friends even more. They were a team, and they supported each other. She turned to Matt.

  “What do you think?” she asked him.

  “I think that it’s a great idea. If it’s what you really want, I think that you’ll be great at it. You should do it,” he answered. “And if you ever need my help, just let me know.” They shared a look, and she wondered if he was offering himself beyond just help. Ashley came back breaking the connection between Matt and her.

  “You’re never going to believe this!” Ashley announced.

  “What?” Melonie asked, concerned that maybe it’s out of reach.

  “My mom’s firm is representing its owner! They’re selling it!”

  “Wow, damn,” Jenny retorted.

  Excitement filled her. She really loved the idea of a bed and breakfast in Clyde. Clyde seems to have evolved into a nice town. There were more stores and restaurants around. More houses have been built, and the population had grown to 20,000 according to the welcome sign. Its vintage look and popular summer lake made it an ideal place to have a bed and breakfast. It was a popular summer location for many who were looking for a little throwback and the lake. The property she’d wanted was right on the lake with its own dock, large space with plenty of trees and a beautiful ten-bedroom Victorian house. Melonie, Ashley, and Jenny had spent time there growing up. Many high school kids did. It was abandoned for a long time, just falling apart, owned by an old doctor.

  “Where are you staying?” Jenny asked Matt. Melonie hadn’t even thought about it. She’d assumed Matt would be staying there with her.

  “I hadn’t made any plans. I came straight here when I got off the plane,” Matt answered.

  “Then you’ll be staying here, with me. Right?” Melonie asked. She was direct and wanted a direct answer. She needed to know if there was a chance between her and Matt. If he declines to stay here, then Melonie knew there was no chance at all, and she would move on for good. But if he stayed?

  “I’ll stay here for as long as you’d like, at least until my leave is up,” Matt carefully answered as his eyes connected with her. They had something between them, and they needed to figure it out.

  “Great, then that’s settled. Jenny, are you going to see your parents?” Ashley took charge and changed the direction. Ashley was good at controlling situations. She also knew how to defuse moments. While Melonie and Jenny grew hot and cold fast and often, Ashley was level-headed and calm.

  “No, and I’m not sure I want to. Someone already mentioned them to me, but I haven’t seen them,” Jenny answered. Jenny’s parents were drunks. They were self-absorbed and never cared about Jenny. As far as she knew, Jenny hadn’t even talked to her parents since they’d left Clyde seven years ago.

  “Maybe we’ll get lucky and not see them,” Ashley added.

  ***

  Ashley left just a little after nine to head to her mother’s house. Jenny who had been staying in Melanie’s room had moved into the guest room since Matt was there to stay with her. It wasn’t that she needed someone to stay with her. Her friends just knew that she needed to be alone with Matt to figure things out.

  The guest room shared a connecting bathroom with Melonie’s bedroom. The house was meant to be a family home, a home filled with children and loving parents, but her parents’ less than stellar marriage and her status as an only child had turned the connecting bedroom into a guest room.

  They hadn’t talked about it, but Matt had taken his things to Melonie’s room indicating that he’ll be sharing her bed. He’d told her to go ahead while he went through the house to make sure that everyth
ing was locked and to set the alarm. She didn’t have to wait long. He entered her room and closed the door behind him before leaning on it to watch her.

  “What are we doing, Melonie?” he asked as he came towards her.

  “That’s up to you,” she answered. “I know what I want, but I need to know what you want.”

  “I want you. It’s wrong, and at a time like this…I’m a son of a bitch for even thinking about you after what I’d done to your dad, behind his back. But I want you.” His declaration shocked her.

  “I want you too. I always have. And if it feels so right, how can it be wrong?” she responded.

  “I’ve asked myself that and I know the answer, but it doesn’t change how I feel.”

  “Maybe we should just do what feels right,” Melonie suggested as she walked towards him. She reached for the hem of her dress and drew it over her head. She stood in her black bra and panties staring at him as she dropped her dress onto the floor.

  He devoured her body with his eyes and his stance turned ridged. She saw his hands flex as if trying to stop himself from reaching her. She took her bra off and dropped it on top of her discarded dress and walked closer to him. She was relieved when his hands went to her waist. She reached out to touch him, first his face, down to his shoulders and then his muscled chest and arms. He was hard all over. She loved touching him. She began unbuttoning his shirt as his hand explored her waist, ribs, and the side of her breasts. She slid his shirt off his shoulder and leaned down to place a kiss on his chest. He was strong and beautiful. She kissed him next to his nipple as her finger found his other nipple. He tilted her head up, pulled her up to take her mouth into a deep kiss. His hands explored her body; one hand cupped her breast and the other cupped her butt as he lifted her against him. He sat on the bed with her on his lap. She straddled his sitting form, rubbing her clothed heat against the ridge in his pants. The feel of his fingers, gripping her tightly against him made her wet. She could almost feel his fingers sliding in and out of her from memories.