by Christa Wick
"You should take it," she coaxed when he let it go to voicemail. "Or you can tell me why they keep calling."
"I'll do both," he said, planting a kiss on her forehead and standing up. "Then I'm turning it off for the night."
She pulled him down for another kiss before he could disappear into the suite.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice going husky.
"Or," he rasped, "I could leave the phone out here and take you inside."
A thrill shot through Melanie. Her grip on his shirt tightened but she shook her head.
"I want to ride you with a clear mind," she purred.
Declan groaned, buried his face against her neck then growled as the phone started vibrating again.
"Bunch of sadists."
Sighing, he pulled the phone out of his pocket and stabbed at the screen as he walked into the suite and closed the French doors.
Staring out at the water, the foam caps on the waves catching the moonlight, Melanie let the ocean calm her. Tomorrow, they would return to the mansion. She'd finish up her dress and they would both pack for the trip to England and fly out the morning after. They planned at least a month in one of the cottages at Roger's estate outside of London, with a trip or two during the stay to places like Dublin and Edinburgh.
She only worried that whatever had the attorneys frantically trying to reach Declan would cause the trip to be delayed or cancelled until further notice. But as long as she was with Declan, it didn't matter where she was.
Exhaling, she tried to match her breathing to the waves, but they ebbed and flowed too slowly. Still, their rhythm helped her relax. Out there, time and pressure were grinding rocks and shells to sand. On the balcony and in the suite, time and patience would build up what others were trying to destroy.
Peeking over her shoulder, she looked past the lace curtains framing the French doors and caught a glimpse of Declan. He still had the phone pressed to his ear. His eyes were closed, but Melanie thought she detected relief on his features.
Forcing herself to turn back to the ocean, she waited for him to finish the call.
A few minutes later, the lights in the suite went out. Heart suddenly jackhammering in her chest, she jumped to her feet. Yanking open the door, she froze as Declan struck a match and held it to the wick on one of the many candles decorating the room.
"Sorry, love," he said, lighting a second candle.
"No," she whispered, coming fully into the room and closing the door. "I'm sorry. I guess I'm more worried than I realized that things could still quickly fall apart."
Finished with the room's lighting, Declan crossed over to Melanie and drew her toward the small loveseat. Sitting down, he pulled her onto his lap and nuzzled at her neck.
"I should have been more open about the calls...and the meeting." His embrace tightened and he brushed his nose against her cheek. "I almost lost you because I didn't want to worry you this morning."
"Well," he chuckled in self-deprecation. "Because of that and other things."
Turning in his arms, she curled one hand around the side of his face and pulled him into a kiss. Heat infused her body as he responded with a slow sweep of his tongue inside her mouth.
"Curling my toes," she murmured, hooking the heel of her shoe on the edge of the couch and easing it off then repeating the motion with the other shoe. Pulling her legs onto the loveseat, she rested her cheek against Declan's.
"Are you ready to tell me what's up with the attorneys?"
"I'm more ready for something else," Declan teased and gently bit at her earlobe. "But, yes. Best to get it out in the open so I have your full attention when I take you to bed."
Grinning, she pressed her face against his neck. If he kept talking about what he was going to do to her, she would forget about the calls and the attorneys entirely.
"Stop stalling," she admonished when she could straighten out her smile enough to talk.
"Fine, but my way's more fun."
He gave her bottom a light tap then started.
"Strake's attorneys threatened a counterclaim yesterday evening. Basically, if I was telling the truth, then most of what happened to his face occurred when you were out of harm's way, meaning I didn't have the 'defense of others' excuse to excuse pulverizing him. In addition to wanting ten million dollars and untold punitive damages, he was threatening to press criminal charges."
Melanie's mouth dropped open and she tightened her grip on Declan. Words stumbled on their way past her lips.
"What is he thinking? I can still press charges against him!"
"His attorneys pointed to the fact that no charges having been filed already as proof that any contact between the two of you was consensual and, in large part, misunderstood mentoring on the costume challenges of a film that includes bondage."
Melanie's blood started to boil for all the wrong reasons. "That's exactly what he would have told the police."
She started to pull away but Declan wouldn't let her.
"That was the bad news from this morning, baby girl." He gave another soft tap to her ass then squeezed. "Strake issued a video press release forty minutes ago. He publicly apologized for any misunderstandings and poor judgment on his part, blamed it on interactions with a new prescription medication and checked into rehab. Half an hour before that, he signed a settlement agreement."
"He settled?"
"Barely -- he'll cover my legal fees and drop the counterclaim, in addition to the retraction he's already made," Declan explained. "But I imagine the studio will be quick to kick in a couple million for their breach of contract. Even if they don't, I'm glad there's one less threat to us."
"Us," she repeated, a smile in her voice.
"Yes," he purred and slid a hand under her shirt. "Get used to hearing that a lot because I'm all about us now, Mel."
She hid against his chest, one hand fisting his shirt.
"I love you, baby."
She nodded furiously, her throat too tight to repeat the declaration.
With a soft chuckle, Declan coaxed her off the loveseat and toward the king-size bed with its four posters and gauzy drape of white fabric. He made her stand long enough for him to pull back the comforter and then he sat her at the edge of the mattress.
"I took your Boston cap," she confessed nervously as he gripped the hem of her top and began to lift. She didn't know why she felt more vulnerable than the other times they'd been intimate, but she did.
"I know," he said with a ticklish laugh at the back of his throat. "The exterior cameras are set to always record."
When the blouse cleared her head, she was staring up at him with wide eyes and an open mouth. "You saw..."
She didn't want to reference or even contemplate her escape over the side fence.
"Yes, Nancy Drew," he teased. "I saw you climb on top of the trash can and disappear."
His smile sobered. "It's funny now, but I felt like my heart was getting ripped out when I watched."
She dropped her head, unable to meet his gaze. "I'm sorry."
Declan was right when he said she was a little bit crazy. Going over the fence had been irrational and cowardly.
Cupping Melanie's chin, Declan tilted her head up.
"Just promise me that if you ever feel that desperate about us again, you'll talk to me."
"I promise."
Her hands curled around his hips and Declan let her rest her cheek against his stomach as he stood over her. His fingers smoothed at her back for a few seconds in a light massage and then he unhooked her bra.
Grinning, she looked up. "How is it you always have me at least half naked while you still have twice as much clothing on?"
He had shed his jacket and tie before dinner, but the dress shirt and undershirt were still on. as were his shoes, socks, briefs, pants and belt.
Melanie wiggled her arms out of the bra's straps then dodged his hands as he sought to push her against the mattress so he could finish undressing her.
"Not
so fast, buddy," she joked as her fingers worked his belt buckle. She loosened the belt then undid the button on his slacks before tugging his dress shirt and undershirt clear of his waist band.
Declan started to unbutton his shirt while Melanie worked at freeing his cock.
He groaned when her fingers curled around the beast and tugged it up past the elastic band of his briefs. When her wet lips closed over its freed head, his knees almost buckled.
"This," he said, capturing her shoulders and forcing her to yield, "is exactly why I stay dressed longer."
Uncurling like a cat along the mattress, she relented and let him strip her pants and underwear away.
"I get to taste you first," she said as he tried to coax her into position on the center of the bed.
Skirting any opportunity for him to protest otherwise, she slid off the mattress and onto her knees on the floor.
"Mel--"
He stopped talking as she yanked his slacks and briefs down past his hips. He stood there, his dress shirt unbuttoned and his hard cock yearning toward Melanie as his abdominals tightened in anticipation.
"You can reprimand me later," she purred, wrapping one hand around the thick shaft and pointing the head at her mouth.
Slowly, she licked swirls, starting at the flared edges and circling in toward the thin slit at top where a pearl of pre-cum was already beading. Reaching the drop of liquid, she curled it onto the tip of her tongue.
Declan's hands braced against her shoulders, the fingertips digging softly at her flesh.
"Baby--"
"Sit down," she ordered.
His ass landed hard on the mattress. She made quick work of stripping his bottom half free of clothes as he removed the dress shirt and tee. When they were both done undressing him, she settled on her haunches and looked at his body bathed in candlelight.
A small grin tugged at her mouth.
"What are you thinking, Mel?"
"That I want to lick you all over," she answered.
His eyelids fluttered shut and his cock bobbed forward.
Lifting up onto her knees, Melanie smothered Declan's cock with her breasts as her mouth sealed around one small nipple. With a groan, he grabbed the sides of her breasts and squeezed them together, forming a mold that slid along the length of his cock.
"Mmm," she purred as she switched nipples. "Salty."
She took a light bite at the sensitive tip then pulled away. She brushed his hands off her breasts and pulled a little further back, his cock still trapped between her flesh. Dipping her head, Melanie rocked on her knees, his cock pushing up from between her breasts to meet her mouth.
Her lips sealed around the head. Moaning, Declan spread his legs a little wider and leaned back on one arm to watch her. His free hand reached forward to pluck at her nipple.
"You're killing me, love," he half groaned, half growled.
Grabbing both of her nipples, he tried to tug her up onto the bed so that she would have to abandon sucking on him.
"Not fair," she moaned. The forceful tugging made her wet pussy throb.
"We can taste each other at the same time," he suggested. "Just get up here and turn around."
Was Declan saying he wanted her to sit on his face?
"You know you want my mouth on your pussy," he teased when she hesitated.
Insides clutching in agreement, Melanie moaned.
"Sounds like a 'yes,'" Declan purred and gave her nipples a playful tug.
Happy that the low light of the candles would hide her blazing hot cheeks, Melanie freed her breasts from Declan's control and got on the bed. Sitting next to him, she continued to stall. Even side-by-side oral was beyond her experience.
"I haven't done anything like this," she confessed as Declan turned his head and gazed lovingly at her.
"Mel, love, you've made yourself vulnerable to me dozens of times," he coaxed. "And not one of those times made me desire your body any less. There isn't an angle that makes me unhappy, baby."
Turning on his side, he brushed her knees apart as she knelt next to him. Watching her face, Declan slid his hand between her legs. Dread at the thought of planting herself on his face had dried her up. He set about making her wet again.
His thumb feathered its way down the length of her clit. The back of one knuckle stroked a firm line up the top split of her labia. Then he treated her to the feathery touch once more. Her eyelids grew heavy and her nipples turned into small, hard points.
"Look at me, love," he rasped.
She obeyed, forcing her eyes to stay open as the mouth of her pussy began to swell shut from his expert teasing.
"Lift," he ordered. "You can brace your hands on your heels."
She did as told, gasping when he surprised her with the hard slide of two fingers inside her. His thumb stayed on her clit, the strokes of his hand seesawing between deep inside her and along the length of that aching exterior spine.
Her breathing became erratic and she started to squirm.
"Seems like we're at a bit of an impasse," Declan teased. "You want to come now, but you also want to suck my cock."
Her head nodded vigorously as her body jerked with need.
"And I want devour that sweet pussy."
She moaned at the dirty promise his voice held.
"Look at my cock, Mel."
She did. He was rock hard, swollen to capacity, a fresh pearl of pre-cum glowing like a gold bead in the candlelight.
"That's what seeing you does to me, baby. Seeing, tasting, hearing those choked little cries that tell me you're at the height of your climax. Everything about you makes my dick hard, Mel."
Her cheeks flushed with an embarrassed pleasure.
"Okay," she relented shyly, lifting up from his touch and getting into position atop him.
Declan curled his hands around the back of her full thighs, urging her lower. Propping her weight on her forearms, she brought her pussy down to his mouth then stretched her spine so that his cock bobbed against the underside of her chin. Tilting her head out of the way, Declan rewarded her by tensing his abdominals, the motion raising his cock from where it laid flat against his tight stomach.
Her mouth swooped left and sealed around the fat crown. Declan groaned against her pussy, the vibrations making her quiver in turn. Her mouth slid lower down his erection as his tongue and bottom lip teased the spine of her clit. Releasing one of her thighs, Declan worked his arm between her head and his leg. She lifted, switching her weight to one arm so that she could curl her fingers around his heavy balls.
When she cupped him, he groaned again and slid the tips of three thick fingers into her pussy. Melanie started to vibrate. Lips and pussy sucked him deeper in, the head of his cock pushing at the back of her mouth as her hips turned wild, her pussy squeezing at the invasion as her clit danced against his forceful tongue.
Tensing her thighs, she tried to push against her climax, desperate to delay it. She wanted to outlast him, wanted him filling her mouth as he came.
Declan chuckled.
"Not happening, love."
He maneuvered until he had both hands resting against her mound, his thumbs and index fingers pinching her labia open so that his tongue could freely lick up and down her clit. Her hips jerked and her eyes slammed shut, her throaty moan vibrating along half his shaft as the back of her mouth squeezed at the broad crown.
Everything Melanie did was involuntary, uncontrolled. Her moans, her sucking and licking, the jerking of her legs and arms. Beneath Melanie, Declan was practiced precision, only his moans under her control. He suckled the pearl of her clit, his tongue flicking inside his mouth. He followed with gently scraping his bottom teeth the length of that swollen spine, turning it incredibly sensitive before he took his next lick.
Melanie shook. Her arms shook, her legs shook, her breasts and stomach and back shook. Her pussy gulped at air, hungry for the big cock her mouth feasted on. Shaking, groaning, she fought not to climax. Tears leaked from her to lubricate the ba
se of Declan's shaft and turn the salty flesh saltier.
Her mouth opened wider. She took shallow breaths through her nose, her throat expanded in one unceasing moan that began to swallow the full length of Declan's cock.
He gasped. The hot air leaving his mouth felt like a dragon breathing against her hypersensitive skin. Then his tongue laved her clit from top to bottom.
Please, she wanted to moan. Let me hold on.
She couldn't. His lips gnawed at her clit, sucked and throttled it. Her joints locked, her muscles trembled and then she bucked, her throat convulsing around the fat head topping Declan's shaft.
He gasped again, his hands abandoning her pussy to lock behind her back and his face pressed hard against her pussy. She waited for the jerk of his shaft, waited for him to spill the contents of his swollen balls down her throat, but he kept control even as she dissolved around him, disintegrating in hard jerks as he rolled them onto their sides.
Slowly he pulled out of her mouth and slid down onto the floor so that his head was even with hers. He kissed her, one long arm extended down her body so he could continue teasing the enflamed flesh between her thighs.
His tongue, coated with her taste, slid past Melanie's lips. She bucked again, her head jerking back so she wouldn't bite him.
"I'm going to claim that sweet pussy now," he warned before pressing his lips against her forehead, his hard words at odds with the softly delivered kiss.
She watched, eyes glazed with pleasure, as he got back on the bed. She tried to move, her bones rubbery and uncooperative. Declan didn't care. With Melanie on her side, he lifted her top leg and stretched it along the length of his torso, her heel hooking against the angular cut of his shoulder. With his weight centered on his widely spread knees, he continued to hold her leg up as he speared his cock into her slick hole.
Tight, swollen, still pulsing with her last climax, Melanie's body mouthed Declan deeper.
They moaned in unison and then he began to thrust.
Hard, pounding, he took her relentlessly. Flesh slapped against flesh. His free hand thumbed her clit until Melanie's eyes began to roll back in her head. Then his open palm came down hard on the engorged tissue.
She gasped, a million neurons exploding in pleasure inside her head.