Haunting Melody

by Mackenzie Reed

  “Oh, I'm not laughing. I love watching you lose your iron control.” She squeezed him again.

  Joshua gazed down at her. “Be careful, baby. I'm hanging on by a thread here.”

  “Let's see if I can break it, shall we?” She moved her hand from his aching bulge and reached for the button of his jeans. Slowly, teasingly, she unbuttoned the button. Joshua held his breath, waiting in anticipation of her next move. What she did shocked him.

  * * * *

  Devra watched Joshua from beneath her lashes, smiling inwardly. He was so hard and his body stiff, just waiting for her touch on his flesh. But she wasn't ready to put him out of his misery yet. It was time for a little payback. She unbuttoned his jeans, letting the back of her fingers touch the head of his cock. A drop of pre-cum glistened right in the center and she licked her lips, wanting to drop to her knees and take him into her mouth. But not yet. First she wanted him hot and hungry for her. She wanted him to beg just as she'd begged. With one last stroke of her fingers on his cock, she withdrew her hand and stepped back.

  She leaned back against the counter and looked him over from head to toe. He was stunning. His body was to-die-for. His arms filled with raw power as he stood, tightening and loosening his fists. She glanced at his face and found him watching her through narrowed eyes. He was not happy. Nope, she thought cheerfully. Joshua wasn't happy at all.

  “Is something wrong, Joshua?”

  His jaw clenched. “Why did you stop? Are you going to tease me and then kick me out? Is that your plan, Devra?”

  Devra was taken aback by his tone. She could hear the anger in his words but more than that she heard the underlying hurt. Oh God! She hadn't meant to hurt him, just tease him. She left her perch and walked to him.

  “I'm sorry, Joshua. I was only teasing you. I wanted to see you lose a little of the calmness you always seem to have wrapped around you. I wanted to see if I could make you want me as much as I want you.”

  He grabbed her arms and pulled her close. “Oh, I want all right. I want to strip you out of your clothes and lay you down on a soft bed. To loosen your hair and see it fanned out on the pillow as I fuck you slow and deep.” His hot breath caressed her cheek as he placed soft little kisses along her jaw line. “I want to explore every inch of your body and find out all the places that make you squirm. Then I want to spread your thighs and lick and suck your pretty little slit until it weeps and cries for me. And then, when you're ready,” his voice dropped to a whisper. “When your body is crying out for mine, begging, pleading to be filled, then I will slide my cock into your tight channel and take you hard and fast.”

  Devra whimpered, her juices leaking from her body with each word he whispered in her ear. “Joshua … please.”

  He lifted her into his arms and sat her on the counter top. “I can't wait,” he said as his hands worked her shorts and panties down her legs and off her body. He shoved his pants to his ankles, spread her legs and moved between them. Devra gripped the counter top, waiting for him to enter her. To take her. She braced herself when she felt the head of his cock nudging at her entrance. He slid in an inch and eased out, then eased back in again.

  Oh God! It was too slow. The pleasure was intense, but dammit, he was going too slow. Devra wrapped her ankles around his waist and with a mighty pull, she succeeded in getting him right where she wanted him. With one thrust, his cock slid all the way in against her sensitive flesh. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips and her hands tightened on the counter.

  “Yes,” Devra moaned.

  “You feel so good, baby. I could stay connected to you like this forever.”

  He filled her completely, the head of his cock touching the mouth of her womb. She waited for him to move. To ride her hard and fast like he said. She wanted it. Needed it. Yet, all he did was stay seated inside her. He didn't move but she could feel his cock pulsing inside her. Throbbing with every beat of his heart.

  She lifted her butt from the counter, intending to ride his cock. His hands clenched on her hips holding her still.

  “Don't move. Just feel.” His words were punctuated by another ripple inside her.

  “Move. Please, Joshua. I need you to move.”

  “Not yet, baby. Feel me inside you. You make me so hot. The way your inner muscles grab hold of my cock when I'm inside you makes me burn.”

  “Then we'll both burn because you're killing me.” Devra squeezed her muscles around his dick in the hopes of getting him to thrust. God, she needed him to move that delicious cock in and out of her body. She wanted to explode. She needed to release some of the pent-up energy coursing through her veins. She would break his control. Damned if she wouldn't.

  She leaned forward and nipped his ear, feeling him shiver. That one move got her exactly what she wanted.

  With a growl, Joshua began to thrust into her with such force that she had to grip the counter to keep from sliding all the way across it. His cock rubbed against her inner flesh, touching every nerve ending. God, he felt so good. Her orgasm was getting close. She could feel it rising with intensity and quickness.

  “Joshua … more … more.”

  His hands gripped her hips and pulled her to the edge of the counter. Devra lost her grip on the counter and reached for his shoulders just as he thrust upward. Her climax hit with the force of a hurricane. She screamed out Joshua's name as her muscles contracted around his dick.

  Two more strokes and she felt his body stiffen and his come fill her to overflowing. She was tired, satiated, happy. Sex with Joshua was always the same—fulfilling and totally satisfying. Hell! He was even better than her whirlpool tub.

  “Devra, baby? Are you all right?”

  She sighed. “I'm fine. Just a little sleepy.” A yawn lent truth to her words.

  “Come on, honey. Let's get you into bed. You need to rest.”

  Chapter Eleven

  He lifted Devra and carried her from the kitchen to her bed. After placing her on the bed, he simply watched her. His love, his mate. She immediately rolled to the center of the bed and curled up in a tight little ball, her ass facing him. Damn! His cock hardened. His body wanted her again. To avoid temptation, he pulled the covers over her to hide her tempting body from his gaze. He took a deep breath and sat down in an overstuffed chair. The intensity of their lovemaking took him by surprise. It was even better, more overwhelming before. He rubbed his tired eyes and glanced at the bed. Should he? Devra hadn't said to stay but she hadn't told him to leave either. Too tired to care, Joshua rose from the chair and padded to the bed. He pulled back the covers, and climbed in beside her, lying on his back.

  He stared at the ceiling for a few minutes and grunted when Devra rolled toward him, slung her arm over his chest and snuggled close. Her thigh rested atop his, very near his half-erect cock and he swallowed hard. This was going to be a long, painful night. He rested his arm across her waist, closed his eyes and drifted off.

  He was having a wonderful dream, an erotic sexy dream starring Devra and her wondrous mouth. His hips arched closer as her hot mouth licked his cock from tip to base. “Yes … suck me…” he hissed to his dream gal. His eyes bulged in his head when she gripped him at the base and took him all the way in, swallowing him, and then sliding back up again. His body shook with the force of his arousal, his desire electrifying, as she continued to suck. When her tongue swirled around the head, licking like a lollipop and then sucked hard, his hands fisted in her hair drawing her closer.

  “That's it, baby. Suck me harder.” His hips started pumping upward in time to her downward strokes setting a beat that would lead him to an explosive climax. Just as he was about to reach the pinnacle, to soar into the sky shattering in a million pieces, her mouth was gone.

  “No … finish,” he commanded trying to draw her back. Her resistance made his blood boil, exciting him, adding an edge of urgency to his hunger. He reached out to bring her back where he wanted her without harming her. Joshua grabbed for her body, only to come up empty hande
d. “Nooo,” he wailed, his shouts waking him with a start.

  Wide-eyed he sat up, frantically searching the room for Devra. She wasn't there. Maybe she went for a drink of water or something. He sent out a tendril searching for her and when he found no traces of her anywhere in the house, he pushed further searching the grounds outside. When there was still no sign of her, Joshua began to panic. Where could she be?

  He rolled over to get out of the bed when he noticed the sunlight peeking through her closed drapes and a note lying on her pillow. Quickly he opened the note and scanned its contents, relaxing by degrees when he realized she had gone to work. Of course she would go to work today, it was Monday, after all. He rose from the bed and walked to the window, threw back the curtains and greeted the beautiful sunny day. Normally he would be sleeping at this time. Not because he could only come out at night, but because he was usually up all night and damn tired by the time daybreak arrived. He wiped his face with dry hands, and then rubbed his hand across his naked chest and patted his flat stomach. He was starving.

  He slipped into his jeans, venturing out of the bedroom in search of the kitchen. He checked the fridge for something to eat and found the makings for an omelet. After he'd eaten, Joshua roamed the house, getting a feel for his mate. On the walls, the fireplace mantel and on every table were photos of her and others he assumed were family members. Picking up one, he laughed aloud at the sight that greeted him. His sexy, hard-boiled reporter was dressed from head to toe like a proper southern lady with a million-dollar smile and a look that said drop dead. He found several more of her with a woman who had to be her mother and another with her and two other girls, one of which was her friend, Susan. Joshua would have to remember to send her flowers later. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have gotten Devra back.

  Something niggled at him. He set the photos down. Why were there no pictures of her father, he wondered silently? Did he die when she was a babe or did he abandon them for something bigger and better? Knowing Devra the way he did, he doubted seriously it was the latter. He would have to remember to ask her about her family later. The jangling of the phone caught his attention, her voice drifting through the room as the answering machine picked up. “I'm not here right now, leave a message.” He chuckled. Short, sweet and to the point, that was his lady.

  “Hey sweetie, it's me. Just checking to see if we're still on for tonight? Give me a buzz.”

  Joshua smiled, recognizing the voice of Devra's friend, Susan. The dynamo who had threatened him bodily harm only a few days ago. But she was also the one who'd helped him get Devra back. He was moving away when the phone rang again. Would it be Devra calling to talk to him?

  Joshua's smile faded when he heard the male voice.

  “Joshua. I know you are there. Why don't you pick up the phone? I have something interesting to tell you.”

  Damon. What the hell was he doing calling here?

  “Ah … not going to pick it up? Well, no matter. I will tell you on the recorder. I plan to fuck your lovely Devra today. To open her thighs wide and lick her fragrant pussy. Mmm. I can already taste her juices. You remember what they taste like, don't you Joshua?”

  Joshua leaped toward the phone and grabbed the receiver. “You bastard! You lay one hand on her and I will kill you. Do you understand me?”

  Damon laughed. “Tsk … tsk … what would your mother say if she heard you talk to your best friend like that?”

  “She would tell you to leave my mate alone,” Joshua said through clenched teeth.

  “Then I guess we won't tell her, will we. I promise to let you know if she's as good as I sensed the other night. I really can't wait to fuck her sweet, sweet pussy.”

  “Keep your hands off…” Joshua trailed off as the dial tone registered in his ear.

  “Damon? Damon,” he shouted. Dropping the receiver, Joshua looked at the ceiling. “I will kill you. Do you hear me, Damon? I will kill you if you touch her.”

  First you have to find me. Damon's voice whispered in Joshua's mind, and then the link was broken, severed. Joshua tried to retrieve the connection and find Damon, but it was no use. Damon had locked him out and covered his tracks well.

  He had to get to Devra and fast. Joshua rushed from the living room in search of the rest of his clothes and his car keys. He found his clothes but after a frantic search didn't find his keys. “Fuck. Devra must still have them from Friday.”

  What the hell was he supposed to do now? Contact her! Yes, that was it. He would simply mind link with her and tell her to be ready for Damon. He closed his eyes and opened his mind, searching for and finding the link to Devra. It was strong and burned brightly in the depths of his soul. He followed the pathway to her mind and then cut it off before reaching the end.

  “I never told her about our mental bond.” He threw back his head and roared his frustration. “Damn you, Damon. Damn you to hell.”

  Anger wouldn't help him now. He had to take action. But, what the hell could he do from Devra's home? She was at work. His eyes widened. Work! That was it. He'd call her at work and warn her. Joshua picked up the receiver and dialed information. He got the number for the News Free Press and dialed the number, relieved when he heard it ring. “Come on, come on. Pick up the damn phone.”

  “News Free Press. How may I direct your call?

  “I need to speak to Devra Preston, please.”

  “One moment please.”

  Joshua gritted his teeth and hoped they had a moment. It might already be too late.

  * * * *

  Devra heaved an exasperated sigh as a busy signal buzzed in her ears again. “Who the hell are you talking to?” Slamming the phone down for the fifth time in ten minutes, she rubbed her aching temples. This morning she'd awakened with a headache, a heavy male body hot and aroused beside her, and had to leave for work without so much as one caress. “Damn, sometimes it doesn't pay to get out of bed,” she muttered.

  When she'd gotten to work, Devra had gone to straight to her office and to the phone. She'd wanted to hear Joshua's voice, to make sure last night hadn't been a dream. She'd called home expecting him to pick up the phone. Instead she got a busy signal. The first couple of times she chalked it up to his talking to a friend. But, now she wondered if something else was going on. She reached for the phone to call again, but dropped her hand.

  She didn't have time to dwell on that right now. Her boss was chomping at the bit for her story on Joshua and his piano skills. She snorted. What was she supposed to write? Everything that came to mind wasn't exactly what she wanted to appear in black and white for the whole world to see. She mentally shrugged. Well, maybe there was one thing—Joshua Thomas belonged to Devra Preston. So every willing female from the ages of twenty to forty-something, beware the wrath of Devra.

  She giggled as she pictured Uncle Bob's face if he read those words. His face would turn a deep red, a wild look would come into his eyes and then he would bellow at her. The buzzing of her phone sobered her quickly.

  “Devra Preston.”

  “Hello, Devra Preston,” a male voice all but purred over the phone. She held the phone away from ear as she tried to figure out who it was.

  “Who is this?” she asked. The voice sounded vaguely familiar.

  He chuckled softly. “How easy you forget. Let me see if I can refresh your memory. I watched you writhe and scream repeatedly as Joshua fucked you the other night. Does that ring a bell?”

  She gasped aloud, outraged that this man would call her and say things like that over the phone. There were laws against that sort of thing. “Oh yes, I remember you now. The son-of-a-bitch who came in uninvited to a private gathering for two,” her voice dripped with sarcasm. “What the hell do you want, Damon?”

  “Now is that any way to talk to a future lover?” he purred. “I can make you soar higher than Joshua ever can.”

  She snorted. “Look! I'm not buying what you're selling, so why don't you find some other female who will fall at your feet and le
ave me the hell alone.” She started to hang up the phone when he spoke again.

  “Now, love. Don't hang up the phone. I'm not through with you yet,” he purred. “Don't you want to know what I want from you?”

  “No,” she whispered. From the seductive purr she knew exactly what he wanted and she didn't know why she couldn't slam down the phone.

  “Oh, but I think you do. I want to taste you, touch you. I want to spread your thighs and kiss your beautiful pussy. To lap up your juices like a cat drinks milk. That night your scent reached me when I entered the front door and brought me to my knees. Your power is so potent I nearly came in my pants.” He chuckled. “Of course once I left there I had to find a woman or two to satisfy the hunger you stirred to life.”

  Devra couldn't believe what was happening to her. His words, his voice thrilled her, arousing her as only Joshua could do. How could that be? Her nipples peaked, and her labia swelled with each hypnotic word he spoke. “Who are you?” she panted softly. “What are you?”

  “What's the matter, Devra? Can't take the heat of a little phone sex? Let's see if I can up the ante a bit, hmmm?” Suddenly he whispered a few words that she didn't catch or understand, but her body responded to them. Her juices ran freely, her body pulsed as a powerful orgasm washed over her leaving her no choice but to go along with it. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as it rolled over her in wave after wave of seemingly endless pleasure.

  Silent tears rolled down her cheeks. “What have you done to me?” she whispered brokenly. “What the hell did you do, you bastard?”

  “I have given you a taste of carnal pleasure that you will never attain with Joshua as your lover. Come to me, Devra. Let me sink my dick deep into your cunt until you don't know where you begin and I end. I promise to make it good for you.”

  With what little strength she had, Devra said, “No,” and slammed the receiver down in its cradle.

  She covered her face, allowing her tears to fall freely, not caring about her make-up or if anyone walked in. Humiliation and embarrassment flooded her body, her traitorous body. How could she climax like that without him so much as touching her and especially when she only wanted Joshua? What the hell was going on?