by Abby Gale
“Of course I did. It wouldn’t be a celebration without my pizzas,” she winked at me. Since I met Becca I had never eaten pizza outside, she was making the best home-made pizzas anyone could think of. They were small, like the size of a hand, and you could eat five of them even when you weren’t hungry.
We prepared our plates in the kitchen, filled our glasses with wine and turned up the volume of the television. Michael Scofield was my ultimate crush. He was attractive, but I was in love with his mind, his intelligence. I sighed when my mind went back to Kellan again. How much he supported and praised me, how in control he looked. At the end of his speech, people were ready to eat out of his hand.
“Earth to Melody,” Becca waved her hand in front of my face.
“Oops, sorry, what were you saying?”
“Tell me about your boss. You have been working a lot lately, we didn’t have time to gossip,” she told me excitedly, bending her knees in front of her.
I paused the television, no matter how many times I watched this show I didn’t want to miss a scene at least that’s what I told myself. Deep down, I knew I was trying to buy some time.
“It is… a little complicated,” I started.
“What do you mean by complicated?” she frowned.
“I really don’t know where to start… this was why I didn’t talk about that in the first place,” I groaned, thumping my head on the back of the couch.
“Will you just tell me from the beginning? I’m dying here.”
“Do you remember the guy I left with that day in the club?” I started.
“Darren’s party, you mean? Yeah, you went out with that hottie I saw you with, right?”
“Yep, that one…” I sighed.
“How was it? You never told me about that one, either,” she complained.
“That night was great… really. And that same guy is my boss now,” I blurted out.
“Your what?! Oh my God! What are the odds of that happening? This is a sign, I’m telling you. The universe is trying to tell you something,” she sighed dreamily.
“That’s not all… he is also my step-brother.”
Her head jerked toward me so fast I was worried she hurt herself.
“This is really complicated. So tell me what happened from the first moment you realized that,” she urged me to go on and I told her everything.
“So… are you guys what? Like dating now?” she asked, still shocked from everything I said.
“No. That part is more complicated. We are… having sex. He is intelligent, fun, hot, and caring… I mean, he is really encouraging my dreams and all that. But… he is just…” I trailed off.
“He isn’t interested in a relationship?” she finished for me.
“I don’t think so… I’m afraid not,” I sighed.
“Don’t you think it is a little early for that? I mean… it’s only been a week? I know you’re a true romantic, I know you think sex is the same thing as love… but it’s not, Melody. People have sex without emotions. It can be only for fun,” she said.
I knew she was right. I still had that little girl inside me who believed in fairytales.
“You’re right,” I murmured.
“Don’t overthink, okay? Just enjoy the ride as long as you can,” she told me.
Right…
I wished it was that easy…
Then… there was a knock on the door.
Kellan
Closing my eyes I felt her skin on my fingertips, remembering the way her body curved so deliciously. When I opened my eyes the brush was under my command to paint those soft curves.
In the background the music changed to something slower, more sensual… It was a French song that I didn’t even remember putting on my playlist, but I liked it. The soft rhythm mirrored her personality, the relaxing tone made me feel comfortable. It was the sensual undertone that affected me the most, though. Just like her sexuality, she thought she could hide it, but it was in her every step, every smile, every look; trying to burst out of her.
My body was aching with need as I remembered her skin, how it felt under me, around me, on me. Taking a deep breath, I tried to settle myself.
Painting didn’t give me the comfort it used to give. I hoped it would be a kind of celebration after the big exhaustion of music academy project, but that wasn’t it. I considered going out, but I didn’t have many friends. To be cruelly honest, I didn’t have real friends. All my “friends” were business acquaintances, co-workers, and people I’d met in meetings.
Men envied me, got jealous of me, wanted what I had, and finally they were mad at me for having all those things. I couldn’t trust any of them, because at the end if they got the chance, they would ruin me.
Women were another story. They were either after my money or my body. Some of them were even worse –hoping to have my kids and all that shit.
No one really wanted to spend time with me, wanted to know about me… except Melody Crown. She was something else. She understood my passion for architecture. She was fun to be around. She was intelligent, hot, funny, and easy to talk to. I didn’t even know how the time flew by when I was with her. She was the first woman I wanted to fuck again and again, but also the first woman I didn’t want to “just” fuck. I was enjoying the time I spent with her. I wanted to know what she was thinking as we talked. She was sincere… not fake.
Groaning, I dialed Brian.
“Mr. Hawke?” he answered at the first ring. I wondered if he ever stayed away from his technological devices.
“Send me Melody Crown’s address,” I told him.
“When do you need it, sir?”
“Right now, Brian. You have two minutes,” I cut the line.
*****
Twenty minutes later, I was standing in front of Melody’s apartment door and it was too late to realize what a stupid idea that was, because I already knocked on the door.
Melody’s best friend –I assumed- opened the door, narrowing her eyes at me when she saw me. I felt slightly uncomfortable with the way she checked me out, not in a sexual way, but more like a doctor examination, “You must be Kellan,” she finally said.
“And you must be Rebecca,” I answered with the same manner.
“Kellan?” I heard Melody’s voice behind Rebecca, “What are you doing here?” she added, coming closer to the door. She looked so cute with her grey onesie with unicorns on it.
There was one cliché answer I could give “I was passing by…” I shrugged, “I’m sure,” Rebecca snorted and went back inside, leaving us alone.
“Would you like to come in?” Melody asked.
“Actually, yeah, I would love to.”
“Really?” she asked, her eyes got big, making me chuckle.
“To be honest, I wasn’t passing by. My house felt so…” I trailed off, wasn’t sure why I brought this up.
“Lonely?” she offered, looking at me with understanding, adoration, concern, and the most familiar one –desire.
“Yeah… I thought maybe you wouldn’t mind keeping me company,” I smirked, taking one step closer into her personal space. Her smell surrounded me –vanilla and fig, innocent and exotic… just like her.
“That depends on what I’ll get out of it, Mr. Hawke,” she teased, blushing as she said that.
I pulled her to me, wrapping my arms around her thin waist, letting my hands fell to her ass.
How I wanted to fuck that ass?!
“What if I said you wouldn’t regret it? That you’ll get some orgasms out of it? Would you let me sneak into your room?” I asked, nuzzling her neck, loving the way her breathing got faster.
“Is that all?” she teased me, her voice was already husky. I could feel her body heat up in my arms.
“What if I promise a good trip tomorrow? To somewhere I’m sure you’ll like?” I offered. A part of me was shocked I made the offer, but the other part of me felt right.
“Come in,” she smiled.
The balloons got my attenti
on, “Celebrating something?” I asked.
“Yeah, the music academy work. It is my first real job,” she mumbled before changing the topic, “Are you hungry? Becca makes the best pizza you’ve ever had.”
“I could eat some,” I told her. She was moving around nervously, I couldn’t help but watch her.
“Please, take a seat. Make yourself at home,” Rebecca said to me. I forgot she was there.
“You have a nice place,” I murmured.
“It’s small, not like yours,” Melody came back into the room, sitting next to me, “No, it’s really cute,” I protested. The room was cozy and decorated simply but comfortably furnished.
“Thanks,” I said when she gave me a can of soda with my plate, at the same time Rebecca suggested, “We have wine and beer, too.”
“He doesn’t drink,” Melody answered for me. Her voice was full of compassion since she knew my reason… kinda.
“Oh, okay then. I’m tired, you guys don’t mind if I hit the hay, right?” she stood up with her rhetorical question, eyeing Melody and I on the couch before continuing, “Kellan it was nice to meet you. Have fun,” she said and left the room. I got a glimpse of her winking at Melody.
“She looks… nice,” I grimaced, not knowing what to say, causing Mel to laugh.
“I know it was awkward. She likes to observe people around us, especially if they get inside of this door,” she pointed to the door with her thumb, “It won’t be like this next time. Actually I’m pretty sure you two would get along well. Because she is a lot like you,” she added.
No, thanks. I hope I never see her again, I thought. Something about her made me feel uncomfortable, like she wouldn’t approve me for her friend. The worst was, I was nervous that her approval would matter to Melody. I didn’t even know what the approval would be for, but I didn’t want to find out.
Shaking my head, “This thing is cute,” I teased Melody about her onesie, playing with the zipper between her breasts, making sure that the back of my hand was caressing her nipple.
“It’s comfortable,” she blushed, her chest heaving up and down, causing her hard nipple to rub my hand more.
Seeing her blush made me to see her naked, moaning as I thrust into her hot cunt. Her blue eyes were shining bright with desire. Her breath shuddered as I lowered the zipper, slowly. She came closer to me, moaned when I lifted her on my lap.
“God,” she moaned when I pressed her warmth on my hard cock, crooking her head back with the sensation. I wanted to do the same, but she was stunning above me with her unicorn patterned onesie.
“God,” she whispered as she kept rubbing on me.
Griping her chin, I made her look at me. Her eyes were half closed with the sensation, her lips apart with silent moans, “Not God, babe… Kellan,” I whispered.
I didn’t want to hear another name from her lips… not even God.
This girl was fucking addictive and I didn’t know what to do about it.
So…
I did the only thing I knew:
I fucked her good, made her feel good, gave her pleasure… and I felt satisfied when she came on my cock with her eyes on me and my name on her lips.
“You have a cute room,” he whispered, trailing his finger on my back leisurely. Our breathing had just turned back to normal after two rounds of sex.
“Thanks, this intro should have been before we had sex, though,” I giggled.
“I have my priorities,” he chuckled, his thumb rubbing my nipple to prove his point. My body instantly responded to him, goosebumps erupted on my skin, “Give a girl a break,” I moaned.
Chuckling, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to his rock hard body, “You’re right. We should get rest. Tomorrow, I’ll wake you up early,” he said, warming my insides as he put a kiss at the crown of my head.
“You’re staying?” I beamed at him. I was afraid of him leaving my bed after we had sex. It felt so right in his arms.
“Don’t you want me to? Actually I was scared your best friend would break into the room and kick me out after your screaming,” he teased me.
Giggling, I said, “You? Scared? I doubt that.” The heat rose up to my cheeks with embarrassment of my loud excitement so I focused on the other side of the topic, “I want you to stay, of course,” I whispered, loving the way his abs twitched under my touch.
“Good… are you sleepy?”
“No,” I breathed out, my voice became erotic with in anticipation of what this was leading to.
“Me, neither…so, what now?” he mumbled.
“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.
“I’m not used to this post-sex talk. You were good at that, but now you’re becoming silent and I’m lost,” he murmured, like he wasn’t happy admitting this.
I liked this insecure Kellan, he was cute. “So, you want to talk?”
“Yeah… I think.” I felt him shrug.
“Here it comes… what do you paint?”
“Whatever strikes my fancy.”
“And what is it lately?” I insisted, prolonging the small talk with him. I thought his answer would be quick, but a silence fell on him. He was in deep thought, I could tell, drawing circles on the crook of my ass, giving me strangely arousing ticklish sensations.
Finally he breathed out an answer, “A woman’s body.”
I felt a ridiculous grip around my ribcage. I didn’t want to name it as jealousy, but I didn’t know another word to describe it, “Anyone in particular?” I whispered.
“No… faceless figures,” he responded, hugging me tighter like he sensed my uneasiness.
“What do you want from life, Kellan?” I whispered. I had never planned on asking this question, but I wanted to know his desires, dreams, and plans in this life. A part of me hoped to find a place in his plans.
“I don’t want anything. I just want what I have right now,” he murmured.
“Nothing more? Don’t you want to have a family, a relationship, kids? I don’t know… that kind of stability?”
“Do you want those things?” he asked, his voice got distant instantly. I felt the coldness dripping from his words, like he was accusing me.
“One day…”
I waited for him to give me an answer, that one day he would like to have those things, too… anything to give me hope, but that answer never came. Lifting my head, I looked at his face and was disappointed to see him asleep.
Kellan
One day, huh?
I could clearly imagine her perfect little family –a perfect husband with a good job and a smile from a toothpaste commercial, beautiful kids just like her… they would all smile to the camera, happy, perfect, and right. She deserved that image, but this made me angry. I wanted to yell at her. I didn’t know where this anger came from, but I couldn’t keep it under control. I knew I had no place in that picture, I knew I could never give her any of those things… didn’t even have the desire to. But still… I was angry at her, at myself, at her perfect little family… everything.
Just for a second I wondered what would happen if I wanted to give her those things, if I wanted to try, but the possibility was as ridiculous as the idea itself.
So instead of keeping up with the conversation I did the only thing I could think of: I closed my eyes, hoping she’d think I fell asleep.
I woke up when I felt a tickle on my thigh, warmth followed it, leaving goosebumps along its way. The moment I realized what was happening, I felt Kellan’s mouth on my pussy, sucking my lips softly, carefully. His tongue was probing my entrance, making its way to my clit, giving attention to every piece of me.
“Kellan,” I breathed out, bringing my hands into his hair.
Groaning, he separated my folds with his fingers, revealing my clit to his mouth. He was making me forget everything with his tongue, all my existence focused on that bundle of nerves. I cried out when his mouth finally wrapped around my clit, but he didn’t give enough pressure, keeping me on the edge.
“Kellan, please,” I groaned, biting the back of my hand because of the intensity he caused. Watching him between my legs wasn’t helping the case, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. The black ink on his arms looked mesmerizing around my spotless white skin, I liked the contrast. I liked everything about us… especially the moment when he finally put one digit inside me. It wasn’t enough, but it was something. Soon, he added another one and then one more… curled his fingers inside me, rubbing that magical spot, applying the right amount of pleasure, ripping out my orgasm from my body with such force that it was almost painful, but it wasn’t… it was bliss, nirvana.
He moved up on my body, trailing kisses till he reached my lips. I was still shuddering, my insides were still clenching from the mind-blowing pleasure he gave me, but I was fully aware of him, captivated by his grey gaze.
He didn’t say anything as he aligned his cock with my pussy, keeping his eyes locked to mine. I closed my eyes with his first thrust, but he immediately stopped, “Open your eyes, Melody. Look at me… always look at me,” he rasped. There was a different hardness in his voice, a different kind of edge, like he was making a point, but I was too high to make sense into it. I kept my eyes on him, watched every change on his face.
The pleasure was too much I wanted to close my eyes at the sensation, but fighting with that urge only turned me on more and pushed me over the edge once more.
I came with his name on my lips, my eyes locked on his. I saw the excitement of victory in the depths of his grey orbs… like he owned me.
But he did… he’d owned me already.
This feeling was dangerous. A part of me was saying I would end up hurting myself, but I didn’t care. I let his whispers on my skin calm me, the sound of my name on his lips soothe me.
“Will you tell me where we’re going yet?” I asked for the tenth time since we hit the road.
“Nope,” he smirked.
I groaned in frustration, but inside I was also happy and excited.
“Don’t pout. I want to bite that lip when you pout and we know how it would end if I do that,” he warned me, causing that familiar pull in my belly.
