Ray, Helena - Taste of Pride [The Pride of Savage Valley, Colorado 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Helena Ray

  His hands began their descent from her shoulders, down over her upper arms, and tantalizingly slowly over her waist. They lingered at the hem of her T-shirt, and he lifted it only enough to stroke her sensitive skin there. She moaned into his mouth as he finally, finally moved his hands over her hips and took her ass in his hands. As if performing choreographed movements, his hands moved even lower, and he broke their kiss and moved his lips down to her chest as he hooked both his arms underneath her thighs. Marta curled her arms and legs around him, rubbing against him as he carried her to her bed, his face buried in her cleavage.

  He threw her onto the bed and pounced after her. He climbed on top of her, and she took the opportunity to grab the hem of his T-shirt and pull it up. She needed to see the chest that his tight T-shirts had hinted at. Once she had pulled it halfway up his stomach, he understood and sat up, pulled the shirt over his head, and tossed it aside. He started to lower himself again to her chest, but she placed one hand on his waist.

  “Wait,” she whispered. God, the outline she saw hadn’t done justice to the real thing. She ran her hands over the smooth muscles of his stomach and up to the hard planes of his pecs. She ghosted her hands over the dark circles of his nipples and was gratified with a hitch in his breath as she did so. What most fascinated her most were the hard indents over his hips and pelvis, which hinted at another muscle Marta very much so wanted to explore. With a brazen motion Marta hadn’t expected of herself, her fingers toyed with the button at the top of his jeans.

  “Now you wait.” Mel’s hand closed over Marta’s, and his watery blue eyes sparkled with mischief. “This isn’t very fair.”

  “What’s not?” Marta panted.

  “You still have a shirt on.” The words were spoken at the same instant Mel plunged back toward Marta, and this time, his hands pulled at her T-shirt. He had her topless with one smooth motion, and suddenly, his hands were everywhere. Her neck, her breasts, her stomach, the soft skin of her sides blazed when he traced his fingers over them. One hand snaked underneath Marta’s back and had her black bra unsnapped in an instant. Before she could even move her arms to wiggle out of the garment, Mel had already pushed a hand underneath and pinched one very hard, very sensitive nipple. As he twisted it, she squeaked and opened her mouth in a silent scream of pleasure. He soon tossed her bra aside and moved his mouth to her chest. As his mouth closed over one nipple, Marta moaned and pushed her hips upward. God, she wasn’t going to last long. Just writhing against him already had her at the brink of coming.

  Mel seemed to sense this as he traced his mouth lower, leaving a trail of scorched flesh in the wake of his tongue and teeth. Soon his hands were unfastening her jeans.

  “Not fair,” she breathed, but there was no conviction in her words.

  Marta lifted her hips to allow Mel to slip her jeans over her hips then pull them off of her. His hands smoothed up her legs, and she watched his face as he studied her. Marta had never thought of herself as particularly attractive, but she thought she may need to revise that notion in the future. She watched Mel’s eyelashes as his gaze raked up her naked flesh, open admiration visible on his face.

  Finally, his eyes locked on hers. For that one moment, time seemed to stand still. Marta could hardly believe what was happening to her, but nothing had ever felt as real, as completely vivid and visceral as that very second.

  “Do you really want me to stop?” It took Marta a second to register Mel’s words. She merely smiled and tangled her hand in his shaggy black hair. He laughed, allowing her to push his head downward, and the feeling of his hot breath against the damp crotch of her panties only served to propel her need higher and higher. She could only moan in response and push her pussy closer to him, closer to what she needed.

  One finger ran along the cleft between her pelvis and her inner thigh, starting at her hip. When it reached the point closest to her soaked folds, Mel dragged it over her panties. Marta yelped a little as it traced over her clit. The sound must have signaled to Mel that she could wait no longer because next thing she knew, that finger hooked underneath her panties and dragged them down. As the elastic waistband raked over her thighs, Mel’s other hand covered her mound. Marta pushed against it and was rewarded with a single finger pushing into her folds.

  “More,” she breathed. “God, please, more.”

  “You can call me Mel.” His words were spoken inches from her pussy, and she could feel her underwear being pulled over her foot, leaving her completely available for Mel’s taking.

  “Bastard.” Her insult had no venom to it, instead spoken reverently.

  His finger penetrated then, and her pussy muscles clenched around the welcome invasion. It was quickly followed by a second finger, and Marta’s hips involuntarily bucked in rhythm with his finger-fucking. Her orgasm felt so close, and if he’d only add another finger, she knew the erotic stretching would force her over the edge. As she opened her mouth to whimper her plea, a cold, sharp sensation silenced her. Mel laved at her clit, sending her close, so close to the launching pad for her orgasm.

  He continued his relentless finger-fucking as he teased the stiff bud with his tongue. Marta heard a loud moan escape from her throat as he hooked his fingers forward inside of her right as he sucked around her clit, pulling all the triggers that sent her rocketing into the stratospheric ecstasy of her release. Cream pulsed from her cunt and onto Mel’s fingers and mouth as she found the climax she had needed since her arrival in Savage Valley.

  Mel withdrew his fingers from her and rubbed once over her sensitive mound, eliciting a soft moan, and pulled himself up to lie next to her.

  “Did I earn my jacket back?”

  Marta gave a breathy laugh, all she was capable of in her postorgasmic state. “So you just get a girl off and take what you came for?”

  She turned her head just in time to see him shrug and give her a beaming smile that lit up his gorgeous eyes.

  “Are you objecting?”

  “Oh, hell no,” she said with a laugh in her voice. “I was just clarifying.”

  She rolled onto her side to face him and ran a hand through his hair. His smile turned from mischievous to sweet, and Marta marveled at the stark contrast between his alabaster skin, his dark eyebrows, and his sparkling blue eyes. Even if he didn’t have the body of a male model, he would be indisputably attractive. Lucky for Marta, he was the whole aesthetic package.

  He placed his hand on her waist and pulled him to her for a soft kiss. Marta could taste her flavor on his lips, the sensation marvelously erotic. He pulled away and ran his fingers delicately over her face, using his thumb to stroke her bottom lip.

  “You know”—the sarcastic edge to his voice was gone for the first time—“I’m really glad you decided to try the moonshine the other day.”

  “Why? Because you got to see me all silly and drunk?”

  “No.” His voice was completely sincere and his expression earnest. “Because I got to see you, period.” His fingers danced along her jawline then tangled into the hair that had come loose from her ponytail. “I’ve never met anyone like you.”

  Marta felt warmth rising to her cheeks. Either she had turned into Heidi Klum in the past few weeks, or the men in this town were crazy.

  “I’ve never met anyone like you, either,” she confessed. “I thought the leather-clad rebel died along with Dennis Hopper.”

  Mel laughed and looked down, his hair falling over his face.

  “I appreciate the comparison, but I’ve always thought myself more the Kerouac type.”

  Marta studied him for a moment then cocked her head to the side.

  “I can see you hitching a ride cross-country.”

  He looked away suddenly and stilled his caress, something dark flashing across his features. The moment ended quickly though, and Mel continued his soft touch.

  “I’ve read On the Road more times than I can count.”

  “Really? That’s my favorite book. It’s what made me want to become
a writer.” Marta ran her hand over his face as she spoke, feeling the muscles of his jaw as they pulled into a smile.

  “Mine, too.” He took her hand in his and held it against his chest. Marta could feel his heart racing. “That’s what it is about you, Marta. You’re one of the ones Kerouac talked about. You don’t shy away from life. You live it to its fullest.”

  “Why wouldn’t I? I want to do everything, experience everything that a mere human can experience.”

  A wide smile spread across Mel’s face at her remark. “I’m very glad to hear that.”

  “Why? Did you have something in mind?”

  Mel dragged her hand down across her chest. He gave her a questioning look when their joined hands reached the waistband of his jeans. Marta nodded, granting him the silent permission he sought. He tugged at her hand, bringing it only an inch lower to where the material of his jeans began to tent with his erection. Marta finished the journey for him, releasing his hand and softly brushing hers against his cock.

  He hissed as she continued to run her fingers up and down the flesh, outlining it through the fabric of his jeans. Marta wiggled closer to him on the bed and closed the space between their faces.

  “Time to make things fair.”

  She popped the button on his jeans and unzipped them. He groaned as she dragged them downward, and she saw that he had neglected to wear any sort of undergarment today.

  “Were you expecting something?” she whispered with more than a hint of mischief in her voice.

  “Expecting, no. Hoping, y—” He couldn’t finish the word when Marta closed her hand around his cockhead. She created a ring with her thumb and middle finger and ran it from the head to the base and up again. Mel broke her contact as he kicked off his jeans, but Marta quickly resumed her caress. He lay on his back, displaying his perfectly formed cock to her. It was long and framed perfectly by the defined muscles of his hips. She bit her lip as she examined it, wondering if she could take all of his impressive length inside of her.

  Mel then resumed control of their encounter and rolled Marta onto her back. He straddled her, and she could feel his wet pre-cum on her stomach and his heavy balls against her pelvis. She took his cockhead in her hand again and stroked along the sensitive ridge.

  “Marta.” She looked up at him and stilled her hand’s ministrations. He captured her lips with his as he pulled his hips back. His tongue plunged into her mouth, and she felt his impossibly hard cock against the slippery folds of her pussy. He lifted his head up and looked at her with a gravity she hadn’t expected from him. “I want to make love to you.”

  The combination of his hovering on the brink of penetration and his frank admission had her completely flustered. She couldn’t speak and responded to him by ghosting her lips over his, lightly licking his bottom lip as she lowered her head back onto the bed. Slowly, she nodded.

  He pushed forward a little bit, closing his eyes and hissing as his head popped into the sheath of her cunt. Marta lifted her hips, and he penetrated her fully. He opened his eyes again and stayed still for a few seconds, allowing Marta to adjust to his long, thick cock.

  A small smile played at the corner of Mel’s lips, and he quirked an eyebrow.

  “And I want to fuck you, too.”

  He started moving then, at first slowly, each stroke a gentle embrace. Then he sped up, pounding harder and harder into Marta. She felt her need climbing, her pussy dampening with each emphatic thrust. His eyes had drifted closed again, and a look of sheer ecstasy took hold of his features. He pulled out completely, sat up, and took Marta’s hips in his hands. At that moment, he thrust back into Marta, shocking her and filling her and pushing closer to the brink.

  The changed angle meant he hit her G-spot, that little button inside Marta’s pussy that robbed her of her senses in favor of all-encompassing bliss. His fingernails dug into her sides, and groans escaped from his throat as he continued pounding into her. The pace of his fucking escalated, driving his cock into her pussy over and over and faster and faster, and his nails dug deeper.

  “Oh, god!” She felt a sharp sting on her side, and Mel’s grip on her hips loosened. He fell forward again, and the movement caused the angle of his hips to change and brush against her clit. That was it. That was all Marta could take. Her heart pounded as her entire consciousness focused on where she and Mel were joined, where her cunt clenched around all of his substantial length. Colors of light burst in front of her eyes, and her spasming pussy must have driven Mel to his breaking point, too. He groaned in ecstasy as her cunt milked his release from him, absorbing every last drop of his hot seed.

  Mel’s chest crashed onto Marta’s when reality finally pulled them back into its clutches. They lay silent for a moment, their panting breaths and the choking of the heater turning on the only sounds in the apartment. After several long moments in silent, sensual embrace, Mel pulled himself out of Marta, and she sighed, suddenly bereft. He fell to her side, and Marta realized that she missed his touch. Fortunately, he took one of her hands in his, dispelling her anxiety. Even after what they had just done, the simple touch felt impossibly intimate.

  Staring at the ceiling, Marta finally broke the silence. “Well, that’s not what I was expecting to happen tonight.”

  Mel released her hand and rolled onto his side. He propped his head up on a crooked elbow and looked down on her, long locks nearly obscuring the smile on his face. Nearly.

  “To be honest,” he said, lazily tracing one hand over her stomach, “I didn’t expect it, either.”

  “You liar!” Marta gave his hair a soft pull, and he crinkled his nose in response.

  “I’m not lying.” Any joking left his voice. “I came over here because I couldn’t stand not seeing you for another day.”

  Marta’s heart did a backflip at his words, and she tried—quite unsuccessfully—not to show it.

  “You hardly know me, though. How could you want to see me so badly?”

  Mel sighed and took Marta in her arms, giving her the opportunity to snuggle into his hard chest. His spicy male scent overflowed her olfactory senses, and she swore it spilled into her taste, her sight, and that she could nearly feel it against her cheek. If she had thought it robust before, it was positively potent as her naked form melded against his.

  “Like I said, you’re not like anyone else I’ve ever met. From the moment I first saw you, I knew I would never forget you.” Without warning, his muscles tensed, and he went rigid.

  “What’s wrong?” She looked up into his face, which was now creased with concern.

  “Um, we didn’t use a condom. Are you—”

  Marta breathed out a sigh of relief. That was all he was worried about?

  “Don’t worry. I have an IUD, and I’m clean.”

  He breathed a matching sigh.

  “Oh, thank god.” He froze again. “Not that I wouldn’t—I mean if you did, I would be—”

  Marta’s chuckle interrupted his rambling.

  “You just don’t want anything to come between us right now.”

  He relaxed again, pulled her hair out of its ponytail, and ran his hand along the thick locks.

  “I just found you. I would be devastated if I lost you so soon.”

  Marta could only bury her face in his chest again and smile. Regardless of what was going on with Sam and Phil, Marta knew that she had this. Something occurred to her.

  “Mel?”

  “Yeah, baby?”

  His use of a pet name sent a flurry of butterflies loose in her stomach.

  “Is your name short for something?”

  “Guess.”

  She lifted her face to his and studied it for a moment. That smug smile had settled across his lips again.

  “Melvin.”

  “Nope.”

  “Mel…lificent?”

  “No, silly.” He tickled her with the hand resting on her side, and she giggled in response.

  “Okay, okay. I give up!”

  “Melbour
ne.”

  “Like the city in Australia?”

  He nodded, but his thoughts seemed to race to somewhere far away.

  “I think it was an aspirational naming by my parents.”

  “Have they ever been there?”

  “No,” he said as he shook his head solemnly, “but they plan to.”

  In an attempt to draw his thoughts back to the apartment, back to the two of them, Marta wrapped a hand around his chiseled bicep and used her grip to pull herself up to his face. Her eyes sought his gaze, and she explored his rough black stubble with her fingertips.

  Her touch seemed to bring him back to the moment, and his hands smoothed down her back. Before she could register the action, his mouth had claimed hers. But this was not a kiss of sexual abandon. No, Marta thought the kiss more…tender, a promise as opposed to a conquest. His lips moved deliberately over hers, and she responded in kind, trying to put all of the feeling even she couldn’t verbalize into the sensual touch.

  “Stay.” She breathed the word on the end of the kiss.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Don’t go, not yet.”

  “I wasn’t planning to.”

  “Good.” She snuggled into his chest, the emotions of the day finally wearing her down completely.

  “Go to sleep, baby. I’ll be right here.”

  Mel’s words sounded far away as blissful unconsciousness beckoned. She had begun her slow glide into sleep when she thought she heard a breathy whisper come from Mel’s lips.

  “I’ll always be right here.”

  * * * *

  Sun streamed from slats in between the blinds. Mel blinked his eyes, wondering when exactly Cleve and Ezra had sprung for a home improvement as practical as blinds. The warm figure tangled in the blankets beside him reminded him that he wasn’t at the Yeats cabin.

  No, he had awakened in a much, much better place. He rolled over and saw the sleeping beauty snuggled beside him. He pushed the bangs back from her forehead and studied her delicate features. Her high cheekbones and cute, little button nose contrasted to give her a striking appearance that would catch any man’s attention. She had certainly captured his.