by West, TJ
After playing catch up with my niece, I make the decision to go see Melody. I can’t get her out of my head. I am suddenly aching for her.
“Wayne…proud of you, Son,” my dad says as he claps me on the back. “Seeing you in the spotlight…I always knew you’d make it.”
“Thanks, Pop.” Their support means everything to me. I give my mom a hug goodbye before I walk out to my car. “Love you guys. Let Amber know I’ll see her soon.”
“Yes! She’ll be pissed off if you don’t come to your own birthday barbeque, in a couple weeks. You know how much she relies on seeing her baby brother,” she reminds me.
I chuckle. “Yeah, well she has nothing to worry about. I definitely won’t miss my own party.”
Walking away my mom shouts, “Bring those boys of yours too! It’s time they are shown what a good time the Priest’s are.”
No doubt - the Priest family fucking rocks.
Not long after I left my parents’ house I find myself outside Melody’s front door. I knock and anxiously wait; hands jiggling inside my front jean pockets. The click of the locks unlocking get me excited - and it’s not just the hard-on that is developing either, I really want to see her. I suck in a tight breath when Melody opens the door.
Her eyes widen when she sees me. “Rocker Boy,” she whispers out.
Rocker Boy. That’s a new one. I fucking love it. I slowly slide down my ray bans, then look at her from head to toe and take in the sexy woman standing before me. She’s got on these tiny black shorts and tank that make me think dirty thoughts. Her tits are outstanding; so big, so full, so right for my hands and definitely right for my mouth - it’s watering. “Is your sister home?”
“No.”
“Good. Clothes off. Now,” I order. Melody complies and allows me to step inside her condo. She barely gets the door closed when I press her up against it, slamming our bodies together while I take in those luscious, naked lips of hers. Damn, I have missed her. The last time we were together she had her panic attack and I left upset. To have her back in my arms is insanely gratifying. I slide my hands down inside her tiny shorts, squeezing her amazing, plump rump. She follows suit. Her fingers inch their way up inside my shirt, lightly scratching the surface of my skin. We moan in each others mouths from the contact we so desperately have been missing. Our drive to have one another is unstoppable. “God, I fucking need you, Melody baby,” I say as I am devouring the side of her throat.
“Take me,” she begs, huskily.
I rub my hard cock against her belly, showing her how much I want her, how much I need to be inside her. She immediately whimpers and shoves our mouths back together. I take that invitation as a welcome to whip down her shorts. She kicks them off. Soon after she flashes me her impressive tits as she takes the tank off. I lose my breath. I take a second to eye her beautiful, sexy curves. I slow things down. I take one large breast into my hand and allow my mouth to catch the prize. Exquisite. Her nipple is hard, like a small pebble. I bite down on it, hard. Melody squeals from the intensity. I am not taking it easy on her. I continue to lick it, then tug on it with my teeth. Sweet fucking candy. Her hands go to my hair. She pulls on the strands as I take my time. I go to the other nipple and tease it just the same.
This woman - what she does to me. She’s sexy as hell, naked, tan, long legs, big glorious tits, dark hair and a gorgeous face to follow. Hearing and seeing her get riled up just for me, turns me the fuck on like no other. Standing before her, I still have my clothes on, yet I could live without getting naked just to see her like this, at my mercy, for the rest of my life. However, I don’t want to make my voluptuous woman wait any longer. Hell, I can’t wait any longer. I unlatch her plumped nipple, then kiss between her rack, running my mouth and my tongue down toward the middle of her navel. My hands cup the back of her ass cheeks. “Spread your legs,” I softly command her. My hungry, watering mouth awaits her soaking wet pussy. Once those legs are spread, I take one, lift it up and place it over my left shoulder. I dive in. I lick her. I devour her long and slow. She sounds glorious when I enter her heat. Tastes incredible. I’d never tire of this, of her. I want to savor, relish her body like it’s my last meal on earth.
Her breathing is speeding up. She grips onto my hair and tightens the hold on my scalp until it’s burning. I love how I make Melody fight for what she wants - even if it feels as though my hair is going to rip from their roots. After several minutes, I lift her other leg. I place it over my right shoulder and stand up. Her upper body is above my head; she’s on my shoulders and still connected to my mouth. My hands stay planted on her ass, as I guide us toward her open couch bed. The weight of her body is light as can be. To be able to lift her onto my face without struggling is one of the reasons why I workout so much. I feel powerful and strong. Nothing gets me more excited than having my strength help make a woman feel weightless. Especially Melody. She’s a tall, curvaceous woman. That’s what I love. Forget the overly skinny, underweight chicks I’ve been with in the past. I am all into this amazing woman on my shoulders. Sexy as fuck.
After I lay her on the bed I continue to suck on her. Eat her out. Make her body split in two. She’s making those whimpering noises again, pulling on her own hair this time; her head whips from side to side as I devour everything from inside her. I get a finger or two in and pump her flesh until she convulses. I slow down my rhythm, then lick the juices that flow out from within. I lick her dry. Not too dry, though. No. I’m not done. I strip down to my birthday suit, then without any more foreplay I plunge inside Melody - hard and fast. She doesn’t complain about my abrupt move. I know she can handle me. She’s not delicate by any means. We are so in sync. We can have it rough or gentle and still be dynamic. The way we move as one makes us so fucking perfect together, I literally cannot see myself with anyone else. She’s become my fire, my destiny, my equal. Holy fuck, I think I am in love with her. The overwhelming realization hits my inner core. It drives me to go deeper, harder - to rupture every last bit of myself, until it’s buried inside her. I have taken root. I now claim her as mine.
We’re both out of breath and tangled up in each other’s arms. I glide my fingers along her back while she does the same with my chest. I seriously love the way she touches me. I am so drawn to her and completely infatuated. I’m not sure if it’s the age thing or what, but she is nothing like the women I’ve been with. I just know she’s my match made in heaven.
“You never called me,” Melody says.
“You didn’t either.”
“I was waiting for you.”
“I was waiting for you too.”
“What?” She pops her head up. “You said -”
I place my finger on her lips to shut her up. “I know what I said, but you still could’ve called. Would never turn down a phonegasm.”
“What the hell?” she laughs. Fucking love her laugh. “Phonegasm?”
“Wayne Priest language, Baby,” I wink. She scoots herself up to my lips and kisses me. We make out, soft and slow. She nips the bottom of my lip with her teeth then settles her head back down onto my chest. Her hair splays out on my pecks and around her head. I can smell the scent coming off from it. It’s a mixture of something sweet, with a little bit of coconut. Women always have fucking great smells. They use these products that drive me insane. Melody drives me insane.
“Did you sleep with anyone else on tour?”
Where the hell did this come from? “What the fuck kind of question is that? Of course I didn’t,” I irritably respond.
“It’s only natural to ask. You run into hundreds of willing girls, every night, waiting to give you head like I did that one night. Don’t tell me you don’t get tempted.”
I kiss the top of her head. “Believe me when I say I never once got tempted. None of those groupies are you, Melody. Plus I didn’t use a condom again. That should tell you something right there.” On that last word she kisses my belly. It sends shivers up my system. It’s true, though, not using a condom is
huge for me. I’ve never gone bareback until her. It means something to me. I hope it means something to her too. “Did you sleep anyone?” Please say no.
“No.”
I exhale. Thank fuck. “Alright then.” I don’t know what I’d do if she fucked someone else. I need her to be all mine. “Would’ve torn me up if some other dick was inside you,” I mutter.
“I don’t want another dick, but I’m scared.”
“Scared of what?”
“Of having any sort of relationship with a guy. I don’t know how to do it.”
I bring us up into a sitting position; her legs encircle around my ass. She looks so sexy right now. So freshly fucked. I place my hand on the back of her head to make sure she looks into my eyes. “Baby, you don’t think I’m scared too? Shit, you’re the first woman who I came running back to. I have never wanted to come back for a second round. I usually fuck ‘em, and go onto the next. I don’t see the next when I’m with you.” I pause and think about what to say next. This might scare her off, but I’m going in for the kill anyways. “I see a forever with you.” Her hands are wrapped around my thighs; she squeezes them. Her eyes widen as she stares into my eyes. She’s now scowling. “What’s going on inside that pretty head of yours?”
“This…this is just too heavy for me,” she whispers out.
“You don’t see a forever with me?”
“No,” she quickly responds.
I gaze into her gorgeous green eyes. “Who fucked your brain up, Baby?”
“No one,” she shakes her head and looks down. “I just don’t see a forever with anyone. I enjoy a good fuck, especially with you -”
What the fuck? I jerk her chin up with my finger. What she just said hurt like hell. “Don’t say that. Don’t say it’s just a good fuck with me.”
“I -”
I now have the sudden urge to blow off some steam. I need to go to the gym. “Gonna head to the gym.” I kiss her forehead. “Call me.” I unwrap our bodies without giving her a second glance. I don’t understand why I’m so frustrated. I had a feeling I was gonna scare her off, but she still hit me in the gut. I fucking hate being a pussy.
After pulling on my jeans and t-shirt Melody calls my name. “Wayne.”
I turn around and find her gloriously wrapped in her sheet. She takes my breath away every time. “Yeah, Sweetness.”
“Don’t expect me to have all the answers you want and get pissed off if I don’t return your feelings. Give me time. This is not easy for me.”
I put my hands on my hips, releasing a breath. She’s right, I shouldn’t expect anything from her. I’m just not used to these new feelings I have. I so desperately wanted her to endure the same thing. “Melody…I’m not pissed off. Frustrated, yeah, but not pissed. I’ll give you time.” I bend down, then touch my lips against hers. I slowly lick the outer part of her bottom lip, allowing my words to sink in her head. “Call me when you wanna ‘nother round in the sheets.” Shit, that was a low blow. However low it was, I don’t apologize. I want her to want me as much as I want her. I need to make her realize I’m not playing around.
OUCH! WAYNE JUST PLAYED MY card! After what he had just expressed, and how he agreed to give me more time, he blurts out something so egotistical. I so want to slap his white ass. "Wow,” I scoff. “Okay, Rocker Boy, if that's how you want to play it. I'll definitely call you the next time my pussy needs a good smack."
"I didn't mean for it to come out that way, Babe," he scowls.
I tighten the sheet around my body and stand up from the bed. "You didn't, huh?” I get up in his face. “I guess I deserved it. I mean that's what I wanted in the first place. None of this deep, I see a forever with you, shit talk." I have such an attitude right now.
We glare into each other's eyes. His are full of regret, I believe. I don’t blame him, really. I may jump into bed way too easily, but I am way too hard to get along with if things get too deep. I don’t do deep. I usually run away from it.
"I know what you're doing,” Wayne says quietly. He thinks he knows my reasons for pushing him away. He hasn’t got a clue.
"What am I doing, Wayne?” I raise my voice. “I'm just saying how it really is. You know what? I'm going back to my number one rule - I call the shots here,” I point at my chest. “Either you come when I want to have another round in the sheets - like you so graciously put it - or, we end this bullshit right here, right now."
We’re back to glaring. He’s trying to read my real thoughts - my thoughts of having anyone get too close to me scares me out of my mind. My rocker boy here has been getting way too close. Going beyond the bed shouldn’t happen.
"You're fucking whacked, Baby,” he answers back.
I nod my head. I wholeheartedly agree with him. "That's me - whacked in the sack, Melody.” I then lightly laugh. I am totally whacked, I should be put in some mental hospital for not wanting to keep this hot and sexy man in my bed forever. "You see a forever with me now, Sexy?” I cock an eyebrow. Wayne doesn’t say a word. He keeps his eyes locked on mine, yet doesn’t try to touch me. I’ve made him speechless for once. “I didn't think so."
Suddenly the front door flies open. "Make yourself comf -" Harmony cuts herself off and gasps. Standing in the doorway is Faith, June and some other girl with red hair. June has a huge, happy grin on her face, while Faith stands there expressionless and the redhead is wide eyed interested. My sister on the other hand is totally embarrassed; her cheeks are bright red. I know how this looks. Me with nothing on except a sheet. Even though this scene is quite awkward to say the least, I brush off Wayne and fake a really over the top introduction to the girls. "Welcome home, Sister!” The girls slowly walk inside the condo, not really sure what the hell is going on. “Hey there Faith, June.” I make my way up to the redhead and hold out my hand. “Hi, we haven't met before. I'm Melody, Harmony's amazing older sister."
Redhead is trying to hold back a laugh. I think I like this lady. "Uh, hi. Peta. Nice to meet you." She shakes my hand.
"Excuse my appearance,” I chuckle. “Wayne and I just rolled around in the sheets, isn't that right, Rocker Boy?" I am such a bitch. I look back at Wayne and see that he is livid. His blue windows don’t lie. Again, I don’t blame the dude. I am ruining a really good thing here.
"I'll see you around,” he icely says to me, then nods to the others, “Ladies.” He walks out.
My back stiffens the second he leaves. I’ve messed up. Big time.
I am now being pushed away from everyone, and into Harmony’s bedroom. My sister forces me into the bathroom so we are out of earshot from the others. "What the hell was that all about, Mel! Oh, my God, I can't believe you! How embarrassing!"
I have no idea what to say. I know I’ve humiliated my sister in front of her friends, so that is enough for me to apologize. "I'm sorry, Harm."
She continues her interrogation. "And sleeping with with Wayne! When did this start happening?"
I keep hold of the sheet and shrug. "Months ago, at a concert."
Harmony finally calms herself down. She takes a deep breath, then exhales. "Why didn't you tell me any of this?"
"Because it's my sex life,” I scoff. “It's never a public subject, you already know that."
"Obviously it is now."
"It is not.”
"I beg to differ,” she argues.
"Well, beg to differ all you want,” I argue back. “I'm going to take a shower. You guys sticking around?"
"Yes. I'd like you to hang with us - but just…just act normal."
"This is normal, Sister.” I hate defending my behavior, but I’ll do anything for Harmony. “But I'll be on my best behavior."
After I take a quick shower, pull my hair up in a ponytail, apply some makeup and get dressed, I join everyone in the living room. My bed is put back together as a couch and my discarded clothes are out of the way. Things are once again tidy. There are no traces of mine and Wayne’s time together. Why do I wish the traces were still there? My attitu
de toward him makes me hate myself. However, what’s done is done. I’m sure I’ll see him again. I know he can’t turn me down, just like I can’t turn him down. We have this extreme force that always leads us back in bed.
I keep to myself for a few minutes, drinking a cocktail while the others talk about the latest Bachelor show. I despise that program. I want to gag every time the girls sweet talk the bachelor dude. They are so fake. I don’t understand what makes anyone think the show has taste. All they do is fight and whine. So annoying. As quickly as I can I change the subject. I don’t know anything about this redhead, Peta. She seems like a cool person to hang out with.
In a jokingly way I ask, "So, Peta, who’s instrument are you playing?" All eyes turn on me.
Peta seems confused. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, which rocker hunk are you after?" Harmony nudges my foot with her own. I shrug at her, not sure what I said wrong.
"I'm not after anyone,” she lightly laughs. “I’m actually engaged. His name’s Scott. He’s in the Military."
Shit. I am always putting my foot in my mouth. To make up for my no filter question I bring up the huge rock I see on her finger. “Gorgeous ring he gave you.”
She touches the ring and gazes at it with a small grin. “It was a huge, incredible splurge before he went to the Middle East."
"Shit. So he’s still there?"
"Unfortunately so. He's supposed to return by the summer, but you never know,” she shrugs with a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.
Poor Peta. I feel really bad for her. "I'm sorry. That's rough."
“It flat out sucks ass, but having my friends around is the best medicine."
I notice June takes hold of Peta’s hand in comfort. I’ve never had that kind of friendship. "You’re pretty lucky to have such good friends around. I’ve never had that."
“Well…you do now, Honey,” Faith says.
"Absolutely,” June agrees.
