That’s it. That’s all I can take. While she’s still coming, I drop her hips, slip my cock in her warm heat, and fuck her senseless. There is no rhyme or reason to what I’m doing. I’m just taking everything I’ve ever wanted when it comes to this woman. I’m just hoping she’s willing to hand it all over.
I swivel with each thrust, digging deeper, and deeper, hitting her in that one spot.
“Oh God,” she cries, as if she can’t believe she’s about to have another orgasm. “I’m coming, Hollis. Oh fuck, I’m coming.”
Her pussy grips my cock, my balls tighten, shooting a warm feeling up my spine, turning my entire body into pins and needles. With one more thrust I lose everything. I come so fucking hard I black out, not seeing anything around me besides Melony’s pink lips. Spasms rack my body, chills spread over my skin, and for the first time ever, I feel lifeless. She literally sucked everything from me.
I collapse next to her and pull her similarly lifeless body next to mine so she’s forced to rest her head on my chest. We lie in silence as we catch our breath, my cock still throbbing, my heart pounding out of my chest.
That wasn’t sex. That was . . . how do I describe the best moment of my life? Shit.
When I came over this afternoon, I wasn’t expecting to find myself in this kind of lucky situation, but hell if I’ll complain about it. I just wanted Melony to talk to me, but this is better than that. We’ve prepared a foundation of great things to come. I’m convinced of it. Our path might be slow, but it’s worth the wait with Melony. She is worth the wait. Always.
Chapter Eighteen
MELONY
Dude has cock.
Uh . . . yes. I don’t think I’ve ever agreed with something as much as I do with that statement. Hollis Knightly, Olympic Diver has cock . . . big, girthy, addictive cock.
Right about now, I want to praise said cock, give it a handshake, hand it a blue ribbon for being the best cock this side of the western hemisphere.
And then there is his tongue. I never knew a muscle could do such destructive damage to my sex life. I’m by no means a newcomer to oral sex. Men have eaten me out before and have done a fine job, but Hollis, he’s in his own league. He licked me so methodically, with a rhythm. It was like he could read my body before I knew what was going to happen. Three orgasms from his tongue. Three!
And then his cock, oh shit, his cock. I’ve never felt so full, so complete with anyone else. He’s ruined me forever.
His fingers run up and down my back with light caresses, it’s soothing. “Are you okay, baby? I wasn’t too hard, was I?”
I shake my head against his chest, my fingers playing with the contours of his abs, which can I just say should be illegal? No man should be this cut; it’s not fair. “No, it was perfect.” I sigh.
Yes, I sighed. He’s sated me.
“Perfect, huh? And here I thought there is always room for improvement,” he teases.
“I don’t know what you could improve.”
“Does this mean you’re impressed? And here you’ve been holding out on me for so long.”
I chuckle. “You were the one taking it slow, I could have fucked you a week ago.”
His hand stops moving along my back as he says, “Yeah, but I don’t want to just fuck you, Melony.”
Melony. Whenever he says my name, I know he’s starting to get serious. For some reason, the sound of my name coming off his lips sounds strange, unnatural. Am I really used to his stupid nicknames for me?
God, help me.
“Yeah, I know you want more,” I answer, grateful I don’t have to look him in the eye right now.
He strokes the back of my head as he says, “Please tell me I didn’t just screw up my pursuit by fucking you. I . . . shit.” His other hand goes to his hair where I can feel him yanking on his strands. “I needed you to feel wanted, Melony, to know that you’re so goddamn special. Please tell me I didn’t just fuck this all up.”
“I’ve never been in a relationship, Hollis,” I tell him honestly. “I don’t do commitments.”
His body tenses and I can tell he’s about to lose it. I can feel his panic.
“Listen,” he speaks softly, his voice wavering slightly. “I know this is scary, giving your heart over to someone, trusting another man in your life, but I promise you, baby, I will only care for you. I’m not going anywhere and I don’t plan on ever hurting you. You’re so fucking special, I want nothing more than to be granted the chance to cherish you.”
“It’s a lot,” I answer.
“We can take it slow.” He links our hands together and rests them on his stomach. “If things start to become too overwhelming, just tell me and we’ll talk about it. Just give me a chance to prove I can be the man you need.”
One question has been burning me ever since I met Hollis, and, if I’m ever going to think about giving in, I have to know. “Why me? You met me once at a photo shoot and decided we were going to get married. How do you even know I’m the one you’re looking for?”
He doesn’t skip a beat when he says, “It was fucking kismet the minute you turned and looked at me. Your eyes sucker-punched me, and I fucking knew you were it for me. It’s in the Knightly blood. My grandpa knew, my dad took one look at my mom and knew, and with you, it was as if everything in my life was building up until the moment I met you. Sometimes, you just know.”
“What if I don’t live up to the hype in your head?”
“Not possible.” He shakes his head, so sure of himself. “You’ve already exceeded everything I’ve ever expected. I mean, shit, baby, you keep me on my toes, you make me laugh, and you put up with my obnoxious behavior. And, you’re the perfect fit for my giant dong.” And there he is.
That makes me laugh. “Oh my God, don’t say that.”
“What? It’s true. Your pussy ate my cock. That little lady was hungry.”
“You’re ruining the moment.”
“Were we having a moment?” Hollis asks, laughter still in his voice. “Shit.”
“Why do I put up with you?”
He lifts me up and places me on his stomach, forcing me to look at him. His blue eyes blaze up at me, spearing me right in half. The scruff on his jaw darkens his features, pushing him over the edge of sexy to smoldering. But not only is he hot, like ungodly hot, but he’s sweet, caring, loving, and one cocky bastard. The combination is catastrophic. There is no way I could end this with him right here, even if I wanted to. I still want him, but not just his body. I want his soul.
“You put up with me because you can’t get enough of my witty banter. Repartee is a vital component to a healthy and successful relationship.”
“Why is that something you would say?”
“I read books, remember? My Kindle? Did you think I just found out how to edge out your pussy like a master? No, I read that shit and studied it. Romance novels are my best friend.”
Well, hell. I guess that makes them my best friend too.
“Now, answer me two things. One, what kind of praises do you want to sing to my cock?”
I roll my eyes and try to get off him but he holds me still.
“I’m serious, my dick is self-centered. He loves to hear things that boost his ego. So don’t be shy, go ahead, praise away.”
“You want praise?” He nods. “Okay, it’s not as lumpy as I thought it was going to be,” I tease, but the reaction I get from him is priceless.
“My dick is not lumpy.”
“Really? Have you shoved it up your asshole and felt it? If you did, you would feel a few lumps in the process.”
There are no lumps but it’s good to put him in his place.
“Pretty sure if I stuck my dick up my own ass, not only would I have one massive dick, bigger than what I have already, which I wouldn’t be mad about, but it would be a smooth velvety insertion. So perhaps it’s not my dick but your vagina.” He puts a finger up in the air. “I do recall thinking, wow did Melony get a few pinto beans implanted in her vaginal
canal? Is she trying to make chili in her pussy? Because her meat curtains sure do have some lumps.”
“Pussy chili? What is wrong with you?”
“Wrong with me?” he asks on a chuckle. “You’re the one brewing up corn bread and chili in your vagina. Honestly, Mel, it’s called an oven.”
“I can’t handle you right now.”
“Aw, and yet, you’re still here, caressing my abs like they’re your own personal love nuggets.”
“God, do not call them that.”
“Oh, do you have a nickname for them? I would love to hear it.”
“I would love to hear the second point you were trying to make before your cock became the topic of conversation.”
“Cock talk is always a great topic of conversation.” I try to get up again but he holds me down and laughs. “All right, fine. The second thing I want you to answer is this: will you give me a chance? Will you let me try to be the man you deserve, despite your reservations?” When I glance up at him, the laughing, fun Hollis has been replaced. Serious, sincere eyes look down at me, conveying how much he means what he says.
Will I give him a chance? I think right about now, there is no option. He’s captured me and pulled me into his little world.
It’s clear; I have no choice in the matter. I still want him.
How did he know exactly how to treat me before? How? I haven't made it easy for him, yet he knew what I needed.
Just from the brief moment I spent with your mom, I could tell she is strong and beautiful just like you. Any man would be lucky to call her his.
It’s his loss for choosing not to watch you turn into a gorgeously intelligent and breathtaking woman. He does see my scars, even though they are internal. Somehow, he does understand me.
He was a piece of shit who took off, leaving two perfect pieces of heaven behind. Do not blame yourself for his shortcomings. I have never thought of my father's leaving in terms of what he left behind. My mom is a strong, amazing, and loving woman. And I was just a little girl who worshipped the ground he walked on.
“Why didn’t he want to stay?” I asked Hollis. And his answer? It somehow spoke healing to my heartbroken six-year-old soul.
Some men are too insecure to face what’s wrong with them, so they leave. It has nothing to do with you and everything to do with him.
Does that also mean that by staying it has everything to do with them? What had he said? Let me be the man you deserve, Melony. Let me show you how much you should be treasured. The man I deserve. Do I deserve him?
I know with absolute certainty, if he walked out of my apartment right now and never talked to me again, I would be devastated. In a short amount of time, he’s wiggled himself into my life and become a semi-permanent fixture.
I hate to admit it, but he’s made me want more, something I never thought possible. Let’s just hope he doesn’t mess it up. I only hand out one opportunity to earn and keep my trust. Any kind of screwup and we’re done.
Knowing I have to give him an answer, I run my hand up to his face and cup the scruff on his jaw. “At this point, I don’t think I would be able to say no.” His face lights up. “But I’m going to tell you right now, I’m skittish, scared as hell, and will most likely shut down on you more than once. It will be your choice if you want to stick around.”
“And not if, but when I stick around, will you open up to me? Talk to me? If we hit a bump in the road, I’m going to want you to talk to me, not run away.”
“I’ll do my best,” I answer. He responds with a kiss, a sensual but short one. “But this has to go slow, Hollis, and I would like to keep it between us for now. Involving others at this point will just add pressure.”
He nods. “I can respect that.” Smiling brightly, he says, “You’re in for a whirlwind of romance, Hot Sex.”
“Hot Sex?”
“Yup.” Shifting our bodies, he turns me over so I’m on my back and he’s on top of me again. “It’s your new nickname. Your sex is fucking hot as hell, so you’re Hot Sex.”
“That’s terrible, don’t call me that.”
“Too late, it’s a keeper . . . Hot Sex.”
Christ, what did I get myself into?
Chapter Nineteen
HOLLIS
It’s the first official day of being Melony’s boyfriend.
Well . . . technically being her boyfriend. We didn’t talk about titles, but fuck it, in my head, I’m her boyfriend, therefore I will treat her like my girlfriend. Which is why I’m up early and a sleepy Melony is in bed—yes, I spent the night, again. Chalk it up to the multiple orgasms I delivered. She was too tired to argue otherwise.
Can you smell the rich cinnamon with a slight hint of vanilla? It’s my mom’s French toast recipe and the lucky lady with the hot-pink nails and tasty-as-fuck pussy gets to devour them this morning. It’s rare that I make French toast given my strict eating habits—well, not so much strict, but whatever—but for my girl on our first big day together, she gets it.
The pan sizzles beneath me as I stare at the toast browning. The key to a good French toast: keeping the heat on a lower setting so the center cooks through. You also have to have patience, too many people like to blast the heat and end up with soggy middles. Believe me, I’ve made that mistake.
I take another bite of my apple, loving that she has Granny Smiths in her fridge. Not many people can handle the sourness of a green apple, but I love it. And I love it that my girl does too.
The sun whips through her giant sliding glass door that leads to her balcony. Although smaller than my condo, she still has a very nice apartment. Everything is new and clean. I’m impressed Melony can afford this place actually. I know this complex isn’t cheap to live in and seeing that she lives here all on her own . . . she’s impressive. Just another reason why I like this girl so much, she is self-sufficient. No one likes a clinging mooch of a beast.
Biting my apple, I look around, my spatula in my other hand when I turn to see Melony freshly fucked and out of bed. Her hair is an utter mess, curls from yesterday’s style strewn all over, her eyes are sleepy, and the sweater she’s wearing hangs off her shoulder and comes to mid-thigh. Fuck, she’s so hot.
“Morning,” I say with a smirk. “Apple?” I hold out my half-eaten one to her.
She shakes her head and looks me up and down, her eyes trained on my ass. “Do you always cook in the nude?” That morning voice, fuck, it’s sexy.
“Not always. Don’t want to burn my peter, but given you throw your bedding around in the middle of the night, I couldn’t quite find my clothes.”
She walks closer to me, her curves shifting under her shirt, her nipples poking out at me, her lips so fucking swollen all I want to do is taste them once again. My dick starts to harden just from her approach.
She doesn’t notice . . . at first. “What are you making?” When I turn to her, she glances down and then her eyes widen in a cute-as-shit way. When she looks back up at me, her face blushes.
“Can’t blame the fella. You’re hot as shit, baby.”
She visibly gulps and continues to stare. I can’t help it. Her staring turns me on, causing me to grow right in front of her. She licks her lips and says, “That’s hot, Hollis.”
“What? My erection or breakfast,” I tease, feeling my cock start to throb from her attention.
“Your erection.” Reaching behind me, she turns off the stove, moves the pan to another burner, and then drops to her knees.
Oh shit. I back up to the counter, put my apple and spatula down, and lift her chin. “What are you doing?”
“I want to taste you.” Her beautiful green eyes stare up at me, pleading with me to let her. Hell, pretty sure if there was an earthquake right about now, I would still let her suck me off.
She doesn’t let me answer. Her small hands move up my thighs as my cock juts out at her, there is no controlling it. I grip the counter for support while her hands ride closer and closer to the prize. Shit, was this how it felt to her y
esterday when I was teasing her? If so, I vow never to do it again.
Wait, that’s a lie. I would do it again, over and over because watching her lose her damn mind when I’m inches from licking her clit is a memory I’ll always keep.
When she reaches my dick, one of her hands gingerly cups my balls while the other starts playing with the length of my shaft. She uses the pre-cum as lubricant, stroking me languidly at first, exploring my length.
“Your hands feel amazing, baby,” I say, relaxing into the counter, loving the way she knows how to squeeze my balls in just the right way. I glance down and see her pink painted nails gripping my cock, a fucking fantasy come true.
Working faster, her mouth approaches my cock, and I swear I grow another inch from just the sight of her getting close to me. I groan when she licks the tip, the sensation hitting me all the way to my goddamn toes. Shit, I’m not going to last long.
Swirling the head of my cock, she continues to stare up at me, one hand on my length, the other on my balls. One swirl, two swirls . . . fuck me, and then she’s sucking me into the hot warmth of her mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I shout, my entire body twitching from the onslaught she’s causing.
Sucking hard, she works her hand with her mouth, moving together in tandem, milking my damn cock to the point of no return. I can feel my orgasm fast approaching. I try to tamp it down, to scare it away, to think of something else other than the brilliantly beautiful woman kneeling before me.
Think of your uncle, think of your uncle.
Just when I get control over my impending orgasm, Melony moves the hand that’s gripping my balls toward my ass where she pushes on my perineum, jolting my hips forward and my cock deeper into her mouth. For a second she gags until she takes me just as deep.
My balls tighten up and my legs start to go numb.
Nope, not going to happen.
Before she can tell what’s happening, I disengage her from my cock and pick her up by the armpits and place her on the counter behind me. She’s in utter shock when I push her long shirt back exposing her bare pussy.