Alluring Infatuation

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by Skye Turner


  After our meal, he asked if I’d like to take a stroll through Southeastern’s campus. It’s the weekend, so it should be pretty empty. The grounds are beautiful with a lot of trees. It’s a small campus, but it’s a really pretty one. I’ve walked through it a time or two.

  I nod and we grab some dessert to take with us.

  Dade parks close to the student union and we walk the short distance to Friendship Circle. The trees are old and beautiful here and Dade walks us over to a bench beneath one of the stately oak trees. We’re near what I’m assuming is the music center since there are a few people in front set up having an impromptu playing session.

  Dade closes his eyes and tilts his head back as he listens to the music drifting on the wind.

  “You love music?”

  He opens his eyes and his dark eyes are swirling with something I can’t place. He nods. “I do. Music is life. No matter what’s going on in your world, you can find music to describe it. It can invoke emotion, cheer you up, depress you…

  Music is magical. It’s one of the most amazing things in the world. It’s everywhere. In the richest or the poorest house. It doesn’t care who you are, what color, what nationality, etc. It allows those who can’t speak to express themselves. It’s one of the greatest treasures on earth.”

  I smile at his description.

  He smirks. “What?”

  “Nothing. Just you. You surprise me.”

  Nodding, he stands up. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

  I nod with a question on my face as he walks towards the small group playing music. He talks to them for a minute and I see him sign something and then point this way. The young man smiles and hands him his guitar. Dade smiles as he walks back towards me with the guitar.

  What is he doing?

  He sits and starts strumming the strings. Then, he starts playing. He’s amazing. His fingers glide over the strings effortlessly. I close my eyes and listen to him play. We sit in silence as he plays until I recognize the song. My eyes fly open and he grins at me.

  He starts to sing, too. I laugh in delight at his song choice. Before I can stop myself, I’m singing with him. This is one of my favorite songs.

  Several other people have come closer to hear him play and there’s now a small crowd. I am having so much fun, I don’t even care that people are taking photos of us.

  He finishes the song and plays another before he stands. People applaud and he pulls me up with him as he walks back to return the guitar and salutes as we walk away.

  The young man is grinning ear to ear and asks Dade to sign the guitar. He does and thanks him for allowing him to borrow it. Then, he asks me if I’m ready to head out since we’re no longer under the radar and people are coming into the circle from all areas of campus.

  Good lord!

  I nod as I start to freak out a little. Taking my hand, we start to run back to the Hummer. A few people follow us while filming on their cell phones and calling out to Dade how much they love him and the band. He grins and tosses me into the vehicle. Standing in the open doorway, he calls out to the now large crowd, “Thanks guys! Have a great day and study hard! Education is important!” Scooting into the vehicle, he shuts the door and backs out of the lot.

  He’s grinning from ear to ear as he glances over at me. “Sorry about that.”

  I laugh. “Why are you sorry? That was great. I think it’s cool that you went to school here and returned back today. You probably gave those musicians real hope. You made it, Dade. They can, too. You showed them that. It’s cool. That was fun.”

  “Yeah? The crowd didn’t freak you out?”

  I shrug. “It was a little unnerving, but it was not too bad. And you sang me Luke Bryan!”

  He chuckles and winks. “I happen to enjoy Luke.”

  Throwing my head back, I laugh in delight. “I see that. You were great! You so get brownie points for that.”

  I’m watching his face as he drives and he glances at me again as he smirks. “Yeah?”

  I’m feeling invigorated from the afternoon and the crowd and the sprint to the Hummer has my blood singing through my veins. Glancing at him from under my lashes, I lick my lips. He glances over as I unbuckle my seat belt.

  “What are you doing? Put that back on.”

  Grinning, I scoot over and run my nails over his clothed thigh. He jumps. “Melonie, whatever you’re thinking, stop.”

  Popping my lips, I look at him smugly and shake my head. My hand trails over his thigh and cups him through his shorts. He hisses his breath out through his teeth. “Melonie…”

  Blinking innocently, I pop the button on his shorts. It seems like a sonic boom inside of here. I look around and see light traffic, so I lean down and unzip his fly while I reach in and stroke his satiny length. He groans and mutters, “Dear lord, what the hell are you doing?”

  Licking my lips, I glance up at him. He’s white knuckling the wheel and staring straight ahead as he grits his teeth. Leaning over him, I lick the bulbous tip and his breath rushes out. Before he can say anything, I swoop down and take his entire length into the moist cavern of my mouth. My hands are on his manhood, with one hand cupping his swollen balls and the other pumping him as I suck.

  I feel so naughty and the idea of being caught and someone seeing what’s happening has me drenched. My crotch is soaked and he’s starting to move and fuck my mouth as I suckle. I want him to lose control. I want to taste his cum. This is about pleasuring him. Seeing him at my mercy as he drives, has me elated.

  Hollowing out my cheeks, I take him to the base. The head is hitting the back of my throat as I feel him swell even more. Finally, I glance up and he looks down. His face is tight. He’s close. My nails scrape his sack as I increase the rhythm. He’s moaning and gasping, “Melonie, I’m about to cum. If you don’t stop, I’m going to choke you.”

  Yet, one hand leaves the wheel and is on the back of my head, guiding my mouth. Increasing my friction, I don’t stop. I increase the pace and he roars as he holds my head in place. He shoots into my mouth. Jets hit the back of my throat and I swallow twice. I continue to suck as he starts to soften. Licking him clean, I sit up and wipe the sides of my mouth before I wink at him.

  He lays his head back and breathes deeply. “Holy fuck, Melonie. Where did that come from?!”

  Giggling, I tuck him back into his shorts and re-fasten them. Scooting back over, I look down at my crotch. My white shorts are see through they’re so wet. He glances over to see what I’m looking at. His brows disappear underneath his hair and he laughs. Reaching over, he grabs me and pulls me back towards him on the leather seat.

  I look at him sharply. He grins. “Take them off.”

  “WHAT?”

  Still looking straight ahead, he rubs me through the wet material. I writhe. “You heard me. Take them off. I want your bare ass on the seat.”

  I look around. I can’t do that. I was bent over while I blew him, no one could see me, but I can’t take my shorts off. What if we get stopped or something!? I can’t do that.

  He glances at me. “The windows are tinted, Mel. Take them off. Now.”

  Another flood of moisture pools in my already uncomfortably wet shorts at his tone. My nipples also bead. Looking around one more time, I unsnap my shorts and wriggle them down to my knees.

  I glance at him as my face burns in embarrassment and desire.

  He’s watching me from the corner of his eyes. Reaching over, he clucks his tongue as he grasps them. “No, OFF.”

  He yanks. Lifting my legs, I slide them down and my soaked crotch is on his leather seat. The smell of desire instantly fills the vehicle. He inhales deeply. “I love the way you smell.”

  My face flames even more as he reaches over and taps my thighs, which are tightly clenched. “Open for me.”

  I bite my lip and look over at him with wide blue eyes. He glances at me and smirks. My thighs spread. He runs his fingers through the moisture. “Good girl.”

  I moan as h
e circles my nub with his finger. He lightly dips one inside of me to the first knuckle before withdrawing it and bringing it to his mouth. He sucks it as I watch.

  “Do you play with yourself as you think of me, Melonie?”

  I jerk back. What? What does he mean?

  I’m so taken aback, I stutter. “Wh-What?”

  He smiles slyly. “After I left St. John. Did you pleasure yourself as you thought of me?”

  Is he serious? He wants to know if I got myself off by thinking about him once he left me on the island?

  Well, you did, Melonie. So, so often. You still do.

  He’s in your head. In your blood. One thought of him and it’s insta-wet.

  Shit… should I be honest?

  Fuck it. He asked. He’s going to know.

  “Yes.” Reaching down, I start to finger myself. I’m so wet, there’s a sucking sound as I sink them inside of me.

  He swallows. “Did you cum from thinking of me? Did you imagine your hands were me?”

  I stare at him as I play over myself and the sounds echo throughout the Hummer. Knowing he can hear me and he’s glancing at my fingers sinking inside of my body turns me on even more. I bite my lip and nod. “Yes, ohhhh, yes.”

  His face is strained and his hands are once again gripping the wheel like a lifeline. Glancing down, I see he’s sporting another massive erection. It makes me bold.

  “I did. I do. I use my fingers or a vibrator or the shower head and make myself scream for you, Dade.”

  He growls. It sounds like an animal. His eyes snap to me. “Do it. Make yourself cum. Show me how you cum from thinking of me. I want to see.”

  Am I going to do this? Can I do this?

  Yes, I can. I want to.

  Spreading my legs and propping one on the dashboard, I scoot forward and start fingering myself. I alternate between shallow strokes with one finger to stuffing myself with three fingers, imagining it’s Dade filling me. My moans are ricocheting off of the windows and my juices are running. I forget where I am. I forget he’s watching and listening and give myself to the sensations. My muscles are straining for release and pulling my fingers in. The suction sounds are intense. Pumping furiously, I feel the burn and when I’m on the precipice, I open my eyes. They lock on Dade. We’re parked and he’s watching my hands… my fingers disappear in and out of me. His nostrils are flaring and I scream and shake with my orgasm.

  Before I can move from the passion still racing through my veins, he moves and has me laid back on the seat with his mouth sucking down all of my cream. I’m still convulsing and his mouth and tongue lapping at me, send me over the edge again as my eyes roll back in my head.

  He laps at me until I come to again. Leaning onto my elbows, I raise my head. He’s kneeling between my thighs and stroking his hard cock. Smiling I crook my finger at him. He grins and surges into me. Anchoring my feet onto the seat, I thrust my hips up as he holds onto my waist and fucks me furiously.

  This is not making love, it’s animal fucking and it’s glorious. I don’t know where we are and I don’t care. I just want him to fuck me. To keep fucking me. He grabs my feet and slides them over his shoulders and he supports my back as he slams into me over and over. We’re both breathing hard as our bodies slap together. The seat is drenched underneath me and he has sweat rolling off of his perfect face. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are fixated on his cock ramming into me. He’s fucking me so hard, I can feel it in my cervix. It hurts so good.

  His already frenzied movements get frantic and he grits out, “Play with your clit. Cum with me. I’m about to blow, Melonie.”

  My hands reach down of their own accord and rub my clit as he fucks me and grips my waist so hard I’ll probably have bruises.

  I start to shake as it builds and scream out, “I’m cumming, Dade. FUCK, I’m cumming!”

  Warm, wetness rushes out of me and he pulls out and roars, “Ohhh, shit. Mother fucker. Ahhhhhhhhhh!” as he cums all over my stomach.

  He slumps onto me and I breathe into his neck as he squishes me into the wet seat and his cum smears between our bodies.

  My arms flop off of the seat and my head lolls to the side. I look out of the windshield and see trees.

  Straining to open my eyes, I ask, “Where are we?”

  He cracks his eyes open and grimaces as he pulls off of me and sits up. His cum is like glue between us. “Albany.”

  Giggling, I sit up and slide on the seat. “Um, where?”

  He laughs. “I don’t know. Somewhere no people are.”

  I look around, we’re off to the side of a road under some trees. I’m sticky and slippery, which makes me laugh even harder. “Um, do you have something I can clean up with? I’m on a slip and slide over here. Thank God, for leather.”

  Reaching behind him, he tosses his shirt at me. “Use that.”

  I smirk as I wipe my stomach and sides and then lean up to clean the seat. “We made a mess.”

  He throws his head back and laughs. “You always make a mess.” He looks around and shakes his head, “You make me lose control. I just fucked you in my Hummer!” He sounds incredulous.

  Nodding, I finish wiping the seat and wipe between my legs. I’m a little sore. “You did.”

  He looks embarrassed. Swallowing, he looks out of the window and then back to me. “I don’t do that. I mean, I don’t fuck in my vehicle, Melonie. Not since I was a teenager anyway.”

  That makes my heart swell. I make him lose control. That’s got to be good, right?

  Stop it, Melonie. Do not overthink this. Don’t make it more than it is. And what it is, is the best fucking sex of your life.

  Sighing, I look away from his dark eyes and try to gather my composure. Turning back to him, I smile. “Good to know.”

  He frowns and looks like he wants to say something, but then shakes his head and says, “We should get dressed. Someone might come along and I don’t want to be caught like this. Can you imagine the headlines?!”

  Wow, ok then.

  I nod and stay quiet as we get dressed and head back to Baton Rouge.

  When we reach the city limits, he asks if I’d like to get home. I nod. “I think so. I have some patients to check in on tonight.”

  He opens his mouth and then closes it and nods. “Ok.”

  As we pull up to my apartment, I open the door before he can put the Hummer in park. I have the urge to scream and cry and I’m not certain why. I just need to get away from him for right now. My head needs to get straight and I need to get away from Dade Rodrigue to get it there.

  He gets out and walks me to the door. He’s decidedly more disheveled than when he picked me up. I don’t even want to know what I look like. Unlocking the door, I turn to him. He’s standing with his hands in his pockets watching me.

  Smiling, I lean up and kiss his mouth. “Thanks for today. I had a good time.”

  He leans back and looks at me. He smirks. “Me, too.” He tucks a loose curl behind me ear and grins. “I’ll call you.”

  I nod and open the door. Waving as it closes, I watch him walk back to his Hummer through the peep hole and as he reaches his door, he looks back at my door with a strange expression. Then, shaking his head he opens his door, backs out, and drives off.

  I slide down the door with tears I can’t explain rolling down my face and sit on the floor. Peanut comes up to me meowing. Scooping her up, I bury my face into her soft fur and sob.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Dade

  It’s been a wild few weeks. We’re recording our new album and I’m alone in my house for the first time in years, since Liam and Clove moved out three weeks ago. I’ve spent some time with Melonie, but it’s mostly at night after we’ve both put in a long day, so I meet her at her apartment or she comes here.

  We’ve made another Saturday trip to George’s and she has an event tonight for the hospital she mentioned that I wasn’t able to make because we were in the studio all day. I’m just walking in the door and its 9:0
0PM. I text her so the ringing of her phone doesn’t disturb her.

  “Dade:

  Just walking in the door. I hope your event is going well. If you’re not too tired and want to come by on the way home, let me know.”

  I don’t expect an answer since she’s at the hospital, but I check the display anyway. Nothing comes back for half an hour, so I decide to jump in the shower and try to find something to eat.

  She’s on my mind as the water pulses over me and my dick instantly hardens. This thing is not going to go away, so I use the soap to lube my hand up and pump one out as I picture her here with me in the shower.

  I gasp and take in a mouthful of water as I unload onto the wall.

  Slapping the tile as my knees steady, I laugh at my ridiculousness. I just jerked myself off in the shower while thinking about a woman I fuck regularly.

  Is she going to come by? Things have seemed weird lately, but we’re both insanely busy. Whatever, Dade. It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement between two adults who like each other.

  She doesn’t seem to want anything more from this situation than what we have and while we get along and have a good time together, it’s not like we’re dating.

  She’s not asking and I’m not thinking about it either.

  Yeah, ok, Dade. So why are you having a conversation with yourself about if she’s coming over or not!?

  Shit, I miss her and I feel like things are strained and not as easy as they were on the island.

  Maybe she doesn’t like Dade ‘the rock star.’ Though when I’m with her, I try to keep her away from all of that and we stay in or go to George’s.

  I miss her.

  Ugh, stop being a pussy. Things are fine. She was over here last night before she went home to get some sleep.

  Why don’t we ever stay over at each other’s houses?!

  My phone goes off as I’m throwing on a t-shirt and some sweats and I can’t ignore the tingle in my stomach at the thought that it might be her.

  Swiping my phone, my shoulders slump as I see the name.

 

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