by Allen, Sara
“Are you here by yourself?” I ask another question I already know the answer to.
Melody shakes her head. “A friend of mine and a few of her friends are here.”
“Good,” I say, looking directly into her eyes.
“Good?”
“Yup. If you had said you were on a date, I would have said too bad for him.” I watched as her eyes widened a bit as realization of my words sunk in. I had meant every word of it. Right now, having had her curves pressed against me while we danced, it didn’t matter if she’d been here on a date.
“Dance with me. Again,” I say after a few heartbeats, taking her glass from her hand. The band is playing another slow song. Perfect. I pull her in close, and her body responds by curving into mine just like it was meant to fit there all along. She’s all soft curves against my hard body. That scent of hers overtakes me, and I find my head lowering on its own accord to inhale more. Her arms come up to wrap around my neck. Within seconds her fingers make their way to the hair at the back of my head and my cock instantly stiffens. I have a thing with being grabbed at the back of my head, and these feminine fingers gripping me are turning me on. I can’t stop the last words from spilling out of my mouth. “You know you’re in trouble, right?” I growl low in her ear, before gripping her arms and practically dragging her out of the club.
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Melody
I have no idea how I got here. I mean, I know I went out with my best friend Lina and some of her friends. I remember dancing with a few men, and then he appeared out of nowhere. I remember him from the pool earlier. How could I forget those eyes the same color as the Puerto Rican sky, dark brown hair, and strong chiseled jaw? He’s got this whole Chris Evans thing going on except, even better looking. When he appeared at the pool, out of nowhere, I couldn’t control my eyes from sneaking peeks at those rippling muscles as they sliced through the water. His body was magnificent.
Now, here I am standing outside of Nuyorican Café, my back pressed against the side of the building, and those piercing baby blues looking at me as if I am prey.
“You’re beautiful, Red,” he says, and I crinkle my brows in confusion.
I’ve told him my name is Melody. Why is he referring to me as Red?
The smile that touches his lips is almost lecherous. “Your bathing suit from earlier…red is your color,” he says as he runs his finger along the seam of my bottom lip, which is of course covered in Ruby Woo red lipstick. I too, came to the conclusion that red is a great color on me. Hence, the choice to purchase a high-waist red bikini.
“Thank you,” I respond, my nerves growing. “Are you here on vacation?” I ask, not knowing what else to say, as he just continues to stare, that damn finger wreaking havoc on my nerves.
He nods. “I already surmised so are you,” he says. I nod agreeing with his assumption. “And I’ve just figured out the perfect way to spend my first night of this vacation,” he says as his finger now trails along my jaw line.
I raise an eyebrow, silently asking him to elaborate. He places one hand above my head on the wall behind me and the other grips my hip, stepping in closer to me. I feel his hardness against my abdomen, and on their own accord, my hips attempt to press even closer. Even in the darkness of the night, I can see the knowing glint in his eyes. He knows I want him badly.
Leaning down he practically growls, “With my cock getting acquainted with this,” he says as the hand on my hip moves around to cup the space between my thighs. I gasp, both from the bluntness of his statement and the way my nipples harden and wetness instantly pools in my panties. I’ve never had a man be this blunt, not even that dumbass ex of mine, but I can see the desire in his eyes, and it feels good to be wanted. Even if it’s for one night. Hell, maybe this will be the self-esteem booster I need to get back on the market once I return home.
As I raise my eyes to take another look in those hypnotizing eyes, I’m not thinking about when I return home, or my ex. All I’m thinking is how I want nothing more than to allow my body to get acquainted with his. He must see the decision I’ve made in my eyes.
“Let’s go tell your friends, you’re leaving,” he orders, pulling me from the wall and into the entrance of the club. He leans down to ask me where my friends were seated. I look around and point to the table, thinking I’ll go retrieve my clutch, let Carol know I am leaving, while he waits. He quickly and silently dissuades me from this notion, when he places his hand at the small of my back and escorts me to the table.
“Lina, I’m leaving,” I say to my best friend who is nearly two sheets to the wind and curled up in a booth with her boyfriend.
“Wait. Leaving?” she asks, uncurling from her boyfriend to stand.
I go to step closer to her, only to feel an ironclad grip around my waist. I look up and see Landon staring at me. His gaze uncompromising, silently making it clear he has no intention of letting me go anywhere. I shiver at the promise in his eyes. “Uh, yeah, I’m heading back,” I turn and say to Lina again, before glancing at Landon again so that she gets the hint.
“Oooh,” she sings, her mouth spreading into another knowing smile. “Get it, girl,” she praises. “Have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she said laughing returning to her seat. I smile, shaking my head, knowing there is very little she wouldn’t do. That’s my best friend. I love her.
Again, before I know it, Landon is pulling me toward the door. “I’m parked up here.” He points toward the large parking garage. A few minutes later, we’re on the third level of the garage.
“This is me,” he says, aiming his key at a dark colored Range Rover. He opens the passenger’s door for me, and I find myself spun around again, facing those piercing eyes of his. A few heartbeats pass before he lowers his head, and I want nothing more than to feel those lips that are now aimed at me. A millisecond later he gives me what I was craving.
I kid you not; the first feel of his lips on mine was electric. It feels like a jolt of electricity passes through me, but pleasurably so. He runs his tongue along my bottom lip, causing me to moan into his mouth. When my lips part he seizes the opportunity to spear my mouth with his tongue. Within seconds, I feel his hand at the back of my head, gripping my braids, forcing my head back to give him better access to my mouth. This is unlike any other first kiss I’ve shared with anyone. His mouth is like a fantasy land. My nipples harden to the point of being painful, and I can’t stop the moans that escape from my mouth. I’ve never been this turned on from a mere kiss.
All too soon, he pulls back, his hand still gripping the back of my head. He looks down at me, his eyes filled and hooded with desire, but there’s something else there. Almost confusion? As if he’s trying to figure something out. Well, that makes two of us because I can’t figure out what just happened between us from that kiss, but I know I want more. Much more. I reach up and attempt to get closer, to pull his head back down to mine, but that’s like trying to move an impenetrable wall with a feather. Instead of giving me what I am silently begging for—the feel of his lips on mine again—he smiles that damn wolfish smile again.
“Soon, Red. Soon.” That promise causes another shiver to shoot down my spine. He steps back and helps me into the Range Rover. On our drive I attempt to make conversation to distract from the sexual tension in the air.
“Is this your vehicle?” I ask.
He briefly glances over at me before returning his eyes to the road and shakes his head. “Rental,” is all he says.
“How long are you here for?”
“Couple weeks,” he says, shifting in his seat a little. Just then, he lowers his right hand from the steering wheel and places it on my bare thigh. He begins to trail his hand up and down my thigh.
More shivers.
“D-do you have any plans?” I attempt to ignore the urge to tell him to pull over so I can jump him right then and there in the car.
“Right now my plan is to be buried so deep inside you, you won’t know where I begin and you e
nd,” he says, never taking his eyes off the road.
My mouth goes completely dry. I open and close it a few times, attempting to say something, but I’m too turned on to come up with a coherent thought. “A-are you always so blunt?” I ask finally finding my voice again.
This time he does take his eyes off the road just for a second to throw me a half smile. “What do you think?” he asks, and I instinctively know that he is indeed always blunt.
He’s clearly beautiful. He looks as if he stepped right off the pages of GQ magazine. I bet he has no problem getting women. I wonder why he chose me. I toss that thought out as soon as it enters my mind. I’m not going there tonight. This night is not about doubts or insecurities. It’s about letting loose on vacation. I can pick those doubts up and work through them when I return home. For the rest of the ride, he keeps his hand trailing up and down my thigh, and I simply stare out the passenger’s window, willing cars out of the way so we can hurry and get to our destination. I am ready for this.
Chapter Three
Landon
“Ever since I saw you in the red bikini, I’ve been imagining what you look like underneath it.” I have no idea where these words come from. Yeah, they’re true, but I rarely reveal so much to a woman I’ve just met. Barely a few hours in her presence, and she has me doing things I don’t normally do. Again, I chalk it up to being less inhibited while on vacation. “Come here,” I command as we stand in the living room of my rented two-bedroom condo.
She bites her lip again, seemingly hesitant, but that won’t do.
“Come here,” I say again a little more forceful. This time, she takes tentative steps until she’s in arms reach, and I pull her in, pressing her against my muscled chest and abdomen. I enjoy the feel of the lushness of her body against mine and can’t wait until there are no longer clothes separating us. Just from the softness of the skin on her thighs, I know she’s smooth and soft all over.
I lean down and pull her head back so she has no choice but to look up at me. “Are you afraid?” I challenge. I need to make sure she’s okay with what we’re about to do. Again, something else I don’t usually make a habit of, but for some reason, I want her to be comfortable with me.
“No,” she whispers.
I see the want in her eyes and know her answer is the truth. I lean down and place a kiss just at the corner of her mouth, then another one on her jaw line and again, until I reach her neck. I pull her head back even more, and snake my tongue out to lick and suck on the sensitive skin there. I feel her shiver in my arms and I smile.
“I-I j-just don’t do this mmm…”
Her statement cut off by a moan due to my prodding lips.
I’ve heard that same statement many times by women, feigning innocence. Most of the time I could care less, but with this woman, I believe her.
“Shhh,” I shushed her with my lips once again covering hers. Within seconds the kiss turns deep, and I’m attempting to devour her. I move my hands down to that delectable ass of hers and squeeze, pulling her in so she can feel from the hardness through my jeans how much I want her. In return, she pushes her breasts into my abdomen, and I can feel the stiffness of her nipples through her clothing.
“Let’s take this in the bedroom,” I say at the same time I lift her up. I see her eyes widen in astonishment.
“I can walk. I know I’m heav—”
“Shhh,” I say, placing another kiss to her lips, not wanting to hear the rest of that sentiment. I carry her into the master bedroom of the condo. We enter the simply decorated room, and I place her on her feet in front of the low sitting king size bed covered in a thin silver and white bed sheet.
“I’m going to remove your clothes,” I inform her, and my fingers find their way to the zipper at the back of her romper. Slowly, I lower the zipper, never breaking eye contact with her. I push the straps of the romper down her shoulders and arms, and the feel of her skin sends little tingles to my fingertips. When the romper is at her waist I finally remove my eyes from hers to look over her top half. Her breasts are covered in a black lace bra, and my mouth waters to taste them.
“Damn.” I hear the hoarseness in my own voice as my want for this woman grows. I push the romper down past her hips, and I’m happy to find she’s wearing black lace panties. “Step out,” I tell her once her romper is pooled at her feet. She follows directions like a pro and steps out of the clothing kicking them to the side.
“We’ll keep these on, for now,” I say tapping the ankle boots she’s wearing. “Get on the bed,” I order.
Again she hesitates.
Smack. The sound of my hand landing on her backside reverberates around the room. I’m not a very patient man, and I am rock hard with need to be inside this woman. Her hesitation won’t do. I stare into her eyes, and slowly she lowers herself, sitting on the bed and scoots back.
“Lean back on your forearms,” I instruct, wanting to get the full view. “Put those heels on the bed and spread your legs wide.”
“Damn,” I curse as she bites her bottom lip again, but follows instructions. I take this time to view all of her. Her eyes are hooded with desire, but the biting of her bottom lip tells me she’s a little nervous. Truthfully, the way I’m feeling she should be nervous. I’m planning on spending the better part of the night, balls-deep in that pussy. I continue to stare over her body, taking in the luscious curves and the way the lace panty and bra set cover the most intimate parts of her body, as I crawl toward her on the bed and see goose bumps rising on her arms. I pause, hovering over her. We’re staring each other down, taking in every minute detail of each other’s face. I notice the flecks of gold in her brown eyes and the small mole at the corner of the left side of her mouth. I want to kiss it, so I do.
“You’re gorgeous,” I confess. And, I’m not just saying that. It’s true.
She reaches up and runs her palm along the side of my face, then trails her finger along the hardness of my jaw. “You’re no slouch either,” she purrs just above a whisper. “Touch me,” she begs.
Never being one to deny a woman in need, I do just that. “My pleasure, baby.” I kiss the side of her mouth again while my hand rubs along the side of her abdomen. Moving down, I caress her neck with my lips, moving down with each kiss until I reach her breasts. Positioning myself between her legs, I push her so that her back is completely against the bed. I latch on to the left nipple, while letting my fingers massage the other through the lace.
“Mmm, that feels sooo good,” she purrs, arching her back, thrusting her breasts more in my face.
I love that shit. “We’re just getting started, baby.” I lick the top of her breast before turning my attention to her other one to give it the same attention. Her hands reach up to stroke my upper arms. That’s when I need to feel more of her skin. Thank God for front clasp bras. I easily removed the black lace bra and toss it carelessly over my shoulder. My fingers itch to feel the softness of those breasts. I clasp one in each of my hands and massage and push them together, licking and sucking on her nipples.
“Oooh, Landon,” she cries, and my cock jumps from her lustful cries.
I need to get inside her soon, but not before I get a taste of this pussy. Letting go of her breasts, I begin kissing down her belly, relishing its softness.
“Landon, please,” she pants.
“I know. I’m going to take good care of you,” I reassure while sliding her panties down her legs. I sit up and stare at the neatly trimmed hairs of her pussy. I’ve always liked it when a woman has a little hair down there. Makes me feel as if I’m not fucking a little girl. I only do grown women. I stare so long that she seemingly gets nervous again with her body completely bared to me while I’m still fully dressed. She begins to close her legs.
“Don’t,” I warn with a glare I know has almost stopped many a defensive players in their tracks. “You have a very pretty pussy,” I growl. “Spread your legs wider,” I tell her. I want to see everything.
She wisely l
istens and spreads her legs.
“Good, girl,” I say as I lean down gripping her thick thighs. “Now, it’s time for my dessert.” I snake my tongue out and lick from her opening all the way up to the bulging nub.
“Oh shit!” she yells, and it sends my senses into overdrive.
Having one taste of her I am already over the licking bullshit. I dive in head-first, putting my entire mouth on her, licking, slurping and nibbling every inch of her pussy. I can’t get enough of her delicious cream that tastes like strawberries and some other delectable shit I can’t be bothered to name right now. I continue to eat her pussy like it’s my last meal when I feel her hand come around to cup the back of my head. I’ve already told you how that shit turns me on, right? Yeah, well this time it sends me into overdrive, and I slide my hands down her thighs to grip her ass cheeks to pull her even closer to my mouth. I hum into her pussy, causing her to moan and rotate her hips as she arches her back off the bed. She’s agile. Within seconds I feel her thighs tremble around my head just as a scream erupts from her mouth.
“Awww fuuuckkk!” she yells, as her orgasm slams into her.
I continue to lick and suck her through it, only letting go when the last tremors subside. I sit up between her thighs. “Take off my shirt,” I order. She immediately sits up and pulls my Polo shirt over my head. I toss it to the side. “Now, my pants.”
She smiles, never taking her eyes from mine while reaching down and unbuckling my belt and dark jeans. That smile is so inviting I lean down and take her lips in an intense kiss. I allow her to taste herself on my lips.
“Uh, fuck!” I grunt as she pushes down on my pants and boxer briefs, and they are pushed over my bulging erection. Moving back, I stand to let my clothing fall to the floor, and kick them to the side. I stand there completely erect, stroking my throbbing cock. I am hard to the point of pain right now. I see her eyes trail over my body in appreciation. I’m a professional athlete. Keeping in shape is a part of my job requirement. I have to keep in shape to avoid being run the fuck over by three hundred-pound defensive tackles each week. I see how women respond to my chiseled abs and taut body. I enjoy it. But when this woman’s eyes light up in appreciation, I can’t help but feel a sense of pride. I notice her eyes widen in shock and she begins to bite her lip when her gaze reaches my cock. I know I’m above average…well above average. Again, my pride rises, but I don’t want to alarm her.