Melancholy

by Bella Jewel

  I reach his jeans and take the top button, trying to ignore the pain in my knees as I squat. I can’t lean on them; this is the best I can do. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to have a man’s cock in my mouth, and now is my chance for that. I undo the top button, my heart quickening at the realization of what I’m about to do.

  No words are shared between us as I slowly lower his zip. His cock is hard. I can see it straining against his jeans. Yum. I lower the top of the denim just enough for him to spring free. God, he’s huge. I stare at the long, thick length in front of me for a minute, before reaching up and wrapping my fist around it. I try not to wince in pain at the movement of my bandaged hand, and I pray I don’t hurt him with it.

  He finally hisses.

  I guess it doesn’t hurt.

  His hands are clenched by his sides, and he’s panting, both from his exercise and what we’re doing. I lean in close, breathing him in. Slightly salty, all man. I slide my tongue out, shivering when it touches the soft, silky skin. He growls, low and deep. I lick around the crown of his cock, before tilting my head, and slipping him into my mouth.

  “Fuck,” he snarls, finally speaking.

  I suck, feeling my lips stretch around his impressive length. His hands twitch, and he finally raises one to my hair, tangling it through the lengths and tugging softly. I take him deeper, sucking my cheeks in to give him the best I can. He hisses and groans, jerking his hips forward. I swirl, suck and lick, until he’s rasping my name. He takes my arms suddenly, pulling me to my feet.

  His lips crush down over mine, and he kisses me with such ferocity it takes my breath away. I shake, melting into him, pulling his hips closer and loving how heavy his cock feels against my belly.

  “No more wasting time,” I whisper against his mouth. “I want you to fuck me, Maddox.”

  “Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re fuckin’ killin’ me.”

  He backs me up until my body is pressed against the cold concrete walls. I whimper as he runs his hands up my sides, causing little goose bumps to break out over my skin. His fingers knead my flesh as he moves up, reaching for my shirt. He lifts it and removes it quickly, before making light work of my pants and underwear.

  Soon, I’m fully naked in his arms. He lowers his head, capturing a nipple between his teeth and rolling it about. The stiff peak almost hurts it’s so damned hard. I cry out, but it’s not in pain, it’s in pure pleasure. Maddox clutches me with a ferocity and passion that has my heart pounding so hard it hurts.

  He puts a hand to my belly and slowly lowers to his knees, using that hand to hold me against the wall. With his other hand, he takes my leg and lifts it up and over his shoulder. Heat floods my cheeks as I realize what he’s about to do. He doesn’t allow for protest, because his mouth is against my pussy in mere seconds.

  “Oh God,” I cry out, arching towards him.

  His mouth devours me, every stroke like fire against my exposed core. His tongue goes up to lazily circle my clit, while his finger gathers the moisture at my opening, rubbing it up and down, up and down, preparing me. Just as I start to clench with pleasure, he slips one finger inside me.

  I squirm, feeling a slight burn as he rotates it around, stretching me, preparing me for what I know is coming. He keeps sucking my clit, bringing the pleasure to the surface again. I’m mumbling his name through moans, and God, he looks good down there, his big body crouched, devouring mine. When his finger is slick with my arousal, he slides a second in.

  “M-M-Maddox,” I whimper.

  He says nothing, he just holds his finger still while he continues to lick and suck my aching nub. Finally, when I’ve stopped clenching around him, he moves his fingers gently until they’re sliding effortlessly into my pussy. He tilts them, rubbing over a bundle of nerves inside me that has my knees going weak.

  Then he stops, pulling his fingers out and removing his mouth. He stands, steadying me with one hand while the other strokes his cock, preparing it. “You’re goin’ to come around my cock,” he breathes. “Not my fingers.”

  I stare at the thick length, then back at the blue eyes I trust so much. He reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out a condom, tearing the packet with his teeth and rolling it down his length. He doesn’t take his eyes off mine, and I know he can see how nervous I am.

  “It’s gonna burn, baby,” he says, lifting my leg and putting it around his hip. “But it won’t burn for long.”

  I nod, biting my lower lip as he gently pushes up. His head probes my opening, encouraging it to take him. I close my eyes, terrified after my last ordeal. Maddox is gentle, though, pushing in slowly. His entire body is straining, and I know it’s hard for him, but he doesn’t hurry it up.

  My pussy stretches around his length, burning and protesting as he fills me deeper. “I’m in, honey,” he rasps. “Fuck. You’re so fuckin’ tight.”

  I open my eyes and stare at him. He looks so incredible, looming over me. I stare down at our bodies, joined for the first time, and my heart warms. I didn’t realize until this moment just how much I’ve wanted this. Maddox slowly pulls out, sending a fresh burst of pain through my body, before sliding back in. He does this over and over, so slowly, so beautifully, until finally I grip his arms, my breath coming out in short bursts.

  “F-f-f-fuck me.”

  He makes a low, throaty sound and gradually picks up the pace, thrusting his hips in and out, warming me, filling me. I whimper, my fingernails sliding into the flesh on his shoulders as I tilt my pelvis up to take him deeper. Our moans tangle together, increasing as his hips thrust harder and faster.

  Until finally, he’s fucking me.

  And God, does Maddox fuck good. His big powerful body is overwhelming in the best way, surrounding me, all hot and hard. His muscles flex as he moves his hips so skillfully it sends me climbing higher and higher, my body burning for more. His mouth is everywhere—on my throat, on my nipples, and his finger is on my clit, rubbing and stroking.

  “Maddox,” I cry out. “Oh God. Yes.”

  “Hang on for me, baby,” he rasps. “Hang on.”

  He fucks me harder. His fingers on my hips will no doubt leave bruises. His cock swells inside me, and he barks out, “Now, come now.”

  I was already there before the last word left his lips. I come hard, so hard my world goes white for just a moment. I’ve never felt something so incredible in all my life. My pussy hugs his dick, clenching and unclenching, milking his cock. His bellows are deep and throaty, the veins on his neck bulging as he releases into me.

  I come down from my high first, dropping my head into his chest. My God, that was everything I ever dreamed and more. He runs his hand down my back softly, before slowly pulling out of me. “You hurtin’?” he croaks, his voice husky.

  I shake my head, even though I am a little sore.

  “You’re a bad liar,” he murmurs, pulling the condom off and tying it, before throwing it in a nearby trash can. “Come on, lets get you cleaned up.”

  He takes my hand, pulling me close to him. His lips rest on my forehead for a moment before he helps me get dressed. We walk up the stairs and towards the bathroom, where I get undressed all over again. I’m not complaining though, not even a little bit.

  Because I spend the next half an hour running my hands all over Maddox’s hot, wet body.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  2014 - Santana

  I sleep in Maddox’s bed that night, his arms wrapped around me, his soft breath against my ear. By morning, my body is stiff and sore. My knees and hands hurt, but I’ve had worse. I realize when I roll, that Maddox is no longer beside me. Sitting up, I glance at the time, it’s past ten a.m.—I must have slept longer than I’d thought.

  I throw my legs out of the bed, and dress myself. Then I make my way down the stairs, throwing my hair up in a messy ponytail. The moment I reach the bottom, I stop, and my cheeks heat. We have visitors, and I’m in Maddox’s shirt, panties . . . and nothing else. Everyone at the table turns w
hen they hear me, and my cheeks grow warmer.

  Maddox, Mack, Krypt, Tyke, Ash and two of the old ladies from the club, Indi and Petra. Maddox grins lazily as his eyes rake over my outfit. I’m glad he finds this amusing. I wave lamely. “Ah . . . hi. I didn’t know . . . I mean . . .”

  Mack laughs, loud and boisterous. I shoot him a glare.

  “You are fresh fucked, chante, and nothin’ you can say will hide that.”

  I cross my arms, but say nothing.

  Maddox stands and walks over, wrapping his big arms around me and pulling me up to his mouth. My feet dangle as his lips crash down over mine, and he kisses me with such ferocity I lose my breath. I’m dizzy by the time my feet hit the floor again. I grin up at him. “Good morning to you, too.”

  He lets me go and leads me back to the table, pulling me down on his lap. “So,” I begin. “What’s with the family gathering?”

  Mack is still grinning at me. Krypt isn’t. His face is a hard mask, and it immediately worries me. “Krypt, is everything okay?”

  He turns to me, piercing me with those devastating eyes. “Fine.”

  “You don’t look fine . . .”

  “She’s right,” Ash says, staring at her man. “You don’t look fine.”

  “He’s just broody,” Maddox grates. “He’ll be fine.”

  “Okay,” I say, still not convinced. “So why are you all here?”

  Maddox runs his fingers up my bare thigh and I shiver. “You’ve been busting for company, and I’ve got business to take care of. You get the girls, and, lucky for you, Mack . . . and Krypt, Tyke and I are gonna go do what we gotta do.”

  “You could have just taken me to the clubhouse . . .” I point out.

  “Yeah.” Ash grins. “But there we can’t paint our nails, do our hair, talk about girly things and eat chocolate while drinking wine.”

  I grin. “Girls’ night?”

  Petra grins. She’s a really pretty girl in her late twenties. She’s got short, pixie-cut black hair and green eyes. She’s a busty girl, but it somehow suits her personality, which is big and bubbly. “Girls’ night!”

  I turn to Maddox, grinning up at him. “You’re giving me a girls’ day?”

  He leans down, brushing his lips across my ear. “Mmmm.”

  “And I have to baby-fuckin’-sit,” Mack grunts.

  “Sendin’ somethin’ your way later, bro.” Maddox laughs. “Don’t worry.”

  “It better have tits, an ass, and a fine pussy.”

  “Aw Chief,” I tease. “We could do your hair, if you like?”

  “Ohhh,” Indi finally pipes up. “He does have nice hair.”

  I laugh and high-five her. Indi is close to my age, which is nice. She’s only been an old lady for about six months, but she’s good value. She has to be, to put up with Zaid. He’s a grumpy fool, but he loves the little blond bombshell. And that’s exactly what Indi is. Blond, blue eyed, big breasted and super fine.

  “I’ll fucking drop you, Santana,” Mack growls. “You fuckin’ brat.”

  I laugh. “You love me, Chief. Don’t worry, we’ll make sure your hair looks a million bucks.”

  Maddox pinches my thigh and I squeal. “Hey!”

  “Don’t tease the man.”

  “You offering to take his place, handsome?”

  He snorts. “No fucker is touchin’ my hair.”

  “Aw, precious.”

  He slaps my thigh now, and Ash laughs hard. “Come on, Maddox. It’ll be fun.”

  He grunts and stands, putting me down. “I’m gettin’ a coffee, then gettin’ the fuck outta here.”

  We all laugh as the guys stand, Krypt taking Tyke’s chair and wheeling him out. I rush over to him before he reaches the door. “Hey, Krypt.”

  He turns, staring at me, but not before I see his eyes flicker to Maddox. I put my hand on his arm. “Are you okay?”

  He nods. “Fine.”

  “Krypt . . .”

  He stares at me. “I’m fine, Tana. Just . . . be careful, okay?”

  Careful? With what?

  “I’m safe here . . .”

  “Not with that.” He stares up at Maddox. “With him.”

  Then he pushes Tyke out the door. Ash comes over and we both watch him go to load Tyke on the bike.

  “I don’t know what’s wrong with him . . .” she says. “He’s been off for days.”

  “Yeah,” I say, watching him. “I hope he’s okay.”

  “He’ll be fine,” she takes my hand. “Come on, we’ve got the best day planned.”

  I smile. “I can’t wait.”

  ~*~*~*~

  The guys leave a few minutes later, and we’re left alone with Mack. He doesn’t give us the chance to taunt him, he just disappears down into Maddox’s basement, no doubt to punch the shit out of the punching bag to save his sanity. Poor Mack, he gets left with the girls more often than not.

  “So,” Ash says, laying out bags of food on the counter. “Where do we start?”

  I stare at all the food, hair and make-up products, and movies she’s got laid out.

  “Jesus . . . you thought this through.”

  “Of course we did,” Indi says, pulling out the wine. “You’ve been prisoner for a while now. We wanted to make being imprisoned fun.”

  “Besides,” Petra adds, “We want gossip on you and Prez.”

  I snort. “There’s no gossip.”

  They all stop and raise their brows.

  I laugh. “Fine, there’s a little.”

  Giggles break out between them, and we begin preparing food to nibble on.

  “You finally took the next step, then?” Ash asks, emptying a packet of crackers onto a plate.

  I flush. “Ah, yeah.”

  “Well!” Indi encourages. “Come on!”

  I shake my head with a laugh. “I need liquid courage before I tell that story.”

  “It’s too early in the morning for wine,” Ash pouts. “We have to wait until at least lunch time for that. You can’t leave us hanging.”

  I snort, crossing my arms. “Fine, but it’s graphic . . .”

  They all laugh and we take the plate of food and beauty products to the lounge, where we all throw ourselves down. I get the beauty treatment first, with Petra doing my nails, Ash doing my toenails, and Indi doing my make-up.

  “Come on, you’re killing us . . .” Petra says, filing my thumbnail.

  “Okay,” I sigh. “It was amazing.”

  “More,” Indi encourages. “Where did you do it?”

  “The basement.” I giggle.

  “The basement?” Ash squeals. “Where?”

  “Against the wall. God, it was hot. He was so angry at me, it was kind of like make-up sex . . .”

  Indi fans herself. “Oh boy, I can just imagine. Give us a mental image now.”

  “He had been punching the boxing bag. No shirt, lots of sweat.”

  “Swooooon!” Petra groans. “Maddox is fine.”

  “And his . . .” Indi says, wiggling her eyebrows.

  I share a look with Ash, so much passing between us. She knows what Maddox packs, and at the thought my chest clenches. I have to let it go, it isn’t her fault, but it still hurts like hell when I think of it. She gives me a sympathetic expression, but I decide I’m not going to let it affect me, not today.

  “It’s huge.” I laugh, glancing at Indi. “I mean . . . whoa!”

  They all squeal just as Mack emerges from the basement, sweaty, shirtless, and panting. We all stop and stare at him. Holy hell, Mack is fine. All that lean muscle, no markings on his gorgeous olive skin . . . His pants are dipped low, showing us a nice V. He narrows his eyes at us, and I whistle at him, a big, loud, wolf whistle. “Chief, you fine!”

  He shakes his head, walking past us.

  “Holy, he can paint my skin any time,” Indi calls out.

  “He can paint me with his man juice,” Petra adds.

  Mack grunts as he nears the stairs. He knows they’re joking.

&n
bsp; “Come and play with us, Chief,” I call out.

  “Go away, brat.”

  “Aw, he’s still angry that he’s babysitting.”

  He glances at me over his shoulder. “I’ve just listened to you describe my brother’s cock, and how he fucked you in the room I was just in . . . pretty fuckin’ sure that’s enough to scar me for life.”

  I laugh. He shakes his head and disappears up the stairs.

  “Damn,” Petra says focusing on the task at hand. “He’s fine.”

  “Agreed,” Ash says. “I’ve never seen a Native American man look that good. All that muscle and olive skin . . .”

  “And his hair!” Indi sighs. “Jealous.”

  “Right!” We all say it at once, then burst into yet another fit of giggles.

  We continue our beauty treatments right into the afternoon, when Mack’s little present arrives. Maddox had Austin bring over one of the club whores. Ew. Seriously. Not that I can argue, poor Mack has been stuck listening to girl crap for hours, and it’s sending him over the edge.

  “Ugh, of course you bitches have to be here.”

  Ah, Sandra. She’s the club whore who gets into more fights than it’s worth, because of her big mouth. The only reason the guys keep her around is because apparently she’s a wild cat in bed. Gross. She sashays in, her tiny hips swinging as she walks into the kitchen and picks up a bottle of wine, popping the top and taking a drink.

  I stand, walking over and snatching it out of her hand. “Ew, get your mouth off my wine.”

  “Fuck you, Santana. Maddox invited me here, so you don’t get to say what I do.”

  “He invited you here to get your ass pounded because Mack is bored.”

  She grins. “He invited me here because I fuck like a God damned warrior.”

  I laugh, loudly. “Seriously? A warrior?”

  She crosses her arms. She’s actually a pretty enough girl, she’s just got a disgusting attitude. Her pale blue eyes and honey-colored hair compliment her fair skin. She’s got . . . ahem . . . enhancements in her breasts, making her look curvier then her short five-foot frame really is. Today she’s wearing a tiny bikini top and a short skirt. I suppose she doesn’t really need anymore, it’s only going to come off.