Saving Mel

by Rye Hart

  “I’m so sorry. That’s such bullshit. I don’t know why women do that to all the nice guys.”

  “You think I’m a nice guy?” I asked.

  “You’re on a second date. You’ve officially gotten further than eighty percent of the men I’ve ever dated,” she said.

  “I’ll consider myself lucky, then. So what about you? Any terrible heartaches for you?”

  “Not really, fortunately. I mean, I dated a guy through high school and we broke up once we went to college, but it wasn’t a big thing. I was here in Montana, and he was at NYU. That’s some serious long distance, so the decision was logical.”

  “It makes sense for sure.”

  “My parents do bug me about it, though. They were horrified when I told them I wanted to go to college.”

  “Why?” I asked.

  “Well, I’m the youngest of four girls, and my three older sisters were all married before they were twenty-one, and all mothers before they were twenty-three. That was just their legacy as daughters in my family.”

  “Wow. That’s pretty old fashioned,” I said.

  “My family’s been in Bozeman for five generations. We’re steeped in old fashioned. When I was younger, I wanted to move to LA and become an actress, but that was practically forbidden. I did theater in high school and participated in community performances as often as I could, but they wouldn’t relent. So I kicked that dream and decided to go to college. I wanted the option to be able to support myself and not have to rely on anyone else to do it for me.”

  “Well, for the little it’s worth, I think you’re an amazing woman who has an amazing life ahead of her with all you’ve accomplished and seen,” I said.

  “Thanks,” she said, smiling. “That actually means a lot.”

  It was getting a bit cold and Layla was starting to shiver. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her into me, feeling her thread her arms around me. But even though the sun was just beginning to dip down beyond the trees, the air was growing frigid in a hurry.

  “You ready to go?” I asked.

  “Yes and no,” she said.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, I’m freezing, but I’ve really enjoyed my time with you.”

  “Oh, I’m not giving you up just yet. I was going to see if I could interest you in a movie,” I said.

  “Then yes, I’m definitely done with the park,” she said breathlessly. “If you don’t want to sit in a movie theater, we can watch a movie at my place. And I have a fireplace, so we can get warm by the fire.”

  “That sounds awesome,” I said. “Lead the way, beautiful.”

  CHAPTER 5

  Layla

  The moment we stepped into my townhome I could no longer contain myself. I grabbed Daniel’s shirt and pulled him in for a kiss, not even allowing him to get the door closed first. I could feel him grinning into my skin, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care if this was his plan and I didn’t care if he was running some sort of game on me. All I wanted was to feel his lips against my skin and his hands on my hips.

  He spun me around and shut my front door with my back. Little by little, we slid our clothes from our bodies, leaving a trail from the front door to my bedroom. We fell into bed and I could feel his rock-hard cock throbbing against my thighs, just begging to be inside.

  I rolled him over onto his back and slid my lips down his body. My hands took in his rippling muscles, lean and taut from hours of working out over the years. I kissed every single one of his abs, smiling when they twitched at my touch.

  His cock was leaking for me, and I was eager to get my lips around him.

  His dick was warm and thick. It hurt my jaw just to suck on him, but I didn’t have to do it for long. My lips started to swell with my efforts and he tangled his hands into my hair, pulling me from his cock before he rolled me over. His perfect lips wrapped themselves around my nipples sending electrical shocks all the way down to my toes.

  Then I found him between my legs before he licked a thick stripe up my pussy.

  He flicked and he sucked, his tongue carving a deeper cavern to where he wanted to be the most. My body undulated into his lips, coating his face with my arousal. His tongue went wild across my clit, jolting my body as he tossed my legs over his shoulders.

  But before I could reach my precipice, he pushed forward.

  His body rushed up mine and folded me in half. His cock sat at my entrance as he kissed me, allowing me to taste myself upon his skin. I sucked his bottom lip between my teeth and pulled a groan from his throat, feeling his dripping cock pulsing at my entrance.

  “Should I get anything for us?” he asked breathlessly.

  “I’ve been on the pill for years. I’m good if you’re good.”

  He slid into me as my legs stayed over his shoulders and I moaned. My back arched into him and my jaw unhinged as fire rushed through my veins. He throbbed against my walls and stretched me in a way that left me breathless. I could tell he was going slow, trying his hardest to abate his urges until he bottomed out to his hilt.

  But the moment he did, he spared no expense.

  He pulled back out and slammed into me, his beautiful eyes hooked on mine as I cried out in pleasure. My hands were digging into his forearms, trying to find any leverage I could as he pinned me to my bed. I could feel myself dripping down my ass crack as he hit that sweet little spot. The one that no man had ever been able to hit, no matter how much he twisted me up.

  Until now.

  I came with a resounding groan around his cock, squeezing the breath from his lungs as my pussy milked him. I could feel my body pulling him deeper as he stuttered, his breaths coming in short pants as he pressed another kiss to my lips. My legs slid from his shoulders while my body shivered, recovering from the orgasm that just washed over my body.

  But I was soon flipped over and straddling his thick cock.

  My hands were planted onto his chest as his hands started to guide my movements. Daniel was covered in a light sheen of sweat and his chest was rising and falling underneath my fingernails. Holy fuck, he felt so good. So right. So big and warm and comforting. I followed the movements of his hands until he was nothing but a groaning mess below me, his beautiful hair mussed with sweat and his skin flushed with a luscious red tint.

  “Layla. Oh, Layla. Just like that.”

  Hearing my name fall from his lips struck something alive inside my soul. Never had my name sounded so perfect falling from the lips of another man. I felt my clit raking against his tightly-wound curls that decorated his fabulous cock, and I lost myself in the bouncing I was doing. I felt his thickness pulsing inside of me as he rose his hips to meet my bounces. My tits were jolting and my legs were jiggling. His balls were smacking my ass and I could feel how wet his skin was growing underneath my pussy. I rode him off into the sunset as my bed started to knock against my wall, and soon I saw him bite down onto his lower lip.

  He had the body of a god and the cock of my dreams, and the last thing I wanted was for him to mute himself.

  I crashed my mouth onto his before his groans escaped. They rattled my ribcage as I swallowed them whole, his cock pulsing as he filled me to the brim. Feeling his hot cum paint my walls triggered my own climax once again, and soon the two of us were coming against one another as his hands clung to my back.

  Our tongues lazily danced as our bodies calmed down. I dropped into his skin and I could feel him dripping from between my legs. The air around our heads smelled of the proof of our lust, and all I wanted to do was nestle into the crook of his neck and lay there with him.

  But his phone rang out from the hallway, ruining our moment as he helped me off his body.

  “That might be my grandmother. I’m sorry. Hold on,” he said.

  I laid there panting as he rolled off the bed, stumbling down the hallway to try and locate his phone.

  I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath. I could hear him murmuring down the hallway but was too tired to try and conce
ntrate on what he was saying. My body was humming with delight and my pussy was throbbing from the assault it had just taken.

  And still, I could’ve gone yet another round with him.

  I felt the bed dip back beside me before a blanket was draped over me. I opened my eyes and found Daniel staring back at me, his smile bright and his eyes twinkling. He kissed my forehead and I smiled, my hand finding his as I laced our fingers together.

  “Grandma?” I asked groggily.

  “Yes. She needs some things from the store.”

  “I understand. Go and get her what she needs,” I said.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. That’s Miss Gerdie. She’s a saint in this neighborhood. Give her my love.”

  “I’ll make sure to tell her,” he said.

  He kissed me one last time, and I could still smell my pussy on his skin. I was reluctant to let his hand go, but I knew I had to let him. I listened to him backtrack down the hallway and open up my front door, and I sighed as he shut it behind him.

  I loved how much he loved his grandmother, but there was a part of me that wished he could’ve stayed.

  At least long enough for me to get a fire going.

  CHAPTER 6

  Daniel

  “So? How did things go with Layla at the sandwich shop?”

  “Really well,” I said as I put groceries away.

  “I’d love to see that girl again. Such a nice smile. And knows how to hold her own. A strong one, she is,” my grandmother said.

  “Well, if you want to see her, I’ll bring her by,” I said. “I’m sure she’ll say yes in a heartbeat.”

  But then, a better idea struck my mind.

  “Grandma?”

  “Yes, Danny?”

  “Do you like lasagna?” I asked.

  “I like your lasagna, if that’s what you’re asking.”

  “Thanks, Grandma,” I said, smiling. “Let me call Layla and see what she’s up to for dinner. Maybe she can come by and eat with us.”

  “I think you just want to see her again,” she said.

  “Well, you expressed an interest in seeing her too. So we can knock both out of the way and have a nice dinner in the process.”

  “That sounds fine with me, Danny. I’m just glad you have your sights set on a decent girl.”

  I pulled out my phone and called Layla, and I could tell right away she had fallen asleep. Her voice was heavy with it when she picked up, and I debated on whether or not to ask. But then I thought about how comforting her presence was and how much I enjoyed being around her. Plus, my grandmother wanted to see her, and I wasn’t going to deny that woman anything.

  Not with how sick she was becoming.

  “So I have a proposition,” I said.

  “Interesting. I’m listening,” Layla said.

  “I make a mean homemade lasagna, and that’s what Grandma wants for dinner tonight. But, I always make way too much. Interested in helping us eat it?” I asked.

  “I mean, if it’s going to keep Miss Gerdie from being overloaded with lasagna for the next week, I’ll put in my due diligence.”

  “I knew you were a hard worker,” I said, grinning. “What do you like to drink? I was thinking about putting a salad and garlic bread with the dinner as well.”

  “That sounds so good. And I drink just about anything. Except green tea. Fuck off with that shit.”

  My eyebrows rose in shock and a chuckle slipped from between my lips. Layla had this wonderful way of balancing the line between grace and crass, and I loved that I couldn’t ever predict which one I would get.

  She kept me on my toes, and I enjoyed that very much.

  The trip to the store was quick, and by the time I got back I was ready to start cooking. Grandma was insistent on helping with things, but I could tell she was staring at me. Her eyes would flicker over to me and when I tried to look at her, she would dart them away. It was like she was sneaking a peek at something and trying not to get caught.

  “Okay, Grandma. What is it?” I asked.

  “What’s that, Danny?”

  “You keep looking at me funny. What did you do now?”

  “I haven’t done a thing. Though I can tell how smitten you are with Layla.”

  “I have no idea what you mean,” I said.

  “Are you even aware that you keep talking about her?” she asked.

  “What?”

  “Yep. We’ve been cooking for about an hour, and for at least half the time you’ve talked about nothing but her. Don’t worry, it was bound to happen to a good-looking boy like yourself. Just know I approve.”

  I tried to shrug her off, but I knew she was right, and I was embarrassed at the fact that I’d been caught. For fuck’s sake, I was a thirty-year-old man who owned his own damn business, but Layla made me feel like a high school boy with his very first crush.

  “When is she due to be here?” my grandmother asked.

  But before I could answer, the doorbell rang.

  “You keep setting the table. I’ll get it,” she said.

  I pulled the lasagna out of the oven just as my grandma went to open her door. I placed it on the kitchen table along with everything else, and I peeked around the corner just in time to see them embrace. Layla was hugging my grandmother tightly and I could see the smile on my grandmother’s face.

  But then I saw what Layla was holding in her hand and my heart melted into a puddle on the floor.

  “For you,” Layla said.

  “Oh, sweetheart. I love this stuff. Thank you. Danny! I’ll be having sparkling cider with dinner!”

  “You want me to open the bottle and stick a straw in it?” I asked.

  “Only if it was chilled,” my grandmother said.

  “Hey there, Daniel,” Layla said.

  “Hello, Layla.”

  It was amazing to me that she had brought something like that for my grandmother. I could tell she was just as excited to be here as I was to have her, and the three of us quickly sat down to eat. It was hard for me to get a word in with both of them talking their heads off with one another, but I was privileged to simply listen. I’d been with my grandmother for an entire month now, and I hadn’t seen her face light up like this one time. Layla kept her laughing and smiling while she hummed over my lasagna, and there wasn’t anything that could have made that dinner any more perfect.

  Until it was finished.

  “You cooked, I clean,” my grandmother said.

  “I can help you, Miss Gerdie?” Layla asked.

  “No, no, no. That’s not how it works with me. Danny cooked, I clean, and the two of you get some time to talk. I’ve taken up enough of your time.”

  “You could never do that, Miss Gerdie,” Layla said.

  “Let me walk you to your car,” I said.