Alluring Infatuation

by Skye Turner

  I grin. “You do. You’re crazy about me.”

  She rolls her eyes. “Whatever. You’re an asshole.”

  “I’m not.” I shrug. “I’ve never been an asshole to you. You make me lose control and that’s never happened before. I’m always the responsible one. I’m the one that everyone else comes to for advice. So, I’m going to take my own. We’re going to date. You’re going to sleep in my arms… in my bed. And we’re going to figure it out. Got it?”

  She smirks. “Yeah. Got it. But, one more thing…”

  “What’s that?”

  A knock at the door interrupts our conversation. I call out, “What?”

  A sassy voice comes through the door. “Don’t take that tone with me, Dade Rodrigue! Y’all done screaming at each other, now? I’m hungry and since we’re done here, we’re going grab food. Y’all coming?”

  Melonie laughs. “We’re done, Clove. I could eat. Be out in a sec.”

  I look at her. “What were you going to say? What’s the other thing?”

  She grins at me. “You have to sing me Luke Bryan. It makes me really hot.”

  I feign irritation. “You know, most women find me really hot.”

  She chuckles and nips my chin. Her hands fondle me and I gasp. “I know. I’m one of them.”

  Then that tease walks to the door and unlocks it before opening it and walking through.

  We head to grab food with everyone and head back to her house for the night.

  As we walk in the door, she grins as we see eyes peeping through the blinds next door. She chuckles. “I see we have an audience.”

  Grabbing her, I push her against the door. “Then let’s give her something to see.” I swoop in and kiss her as I hold her hips hostage. Moaning, she grabs my hair and wraps her knee around my hip. My cock instantly swells.

  Thank God it’s dark and her porch light is off because she reaches down and slips her hand inside of my shorts and rubs my rigid length.

  Breaking the kiss and fumbling for the door, I breathe into her neck. “Damn, if you don’t stop, we’re really going to give her a show.”

  She throws her head back and laughs before turning and unlocking the door. “Well, we don’t want to give her a heart attack. Come on in here.”

  We’re greeted by a black bundle of fur and a loud meow.

  Reaching down, I scoop up the cat and she instantly starts purring. Spoiled pussy. Scratching her neck, I walk with her to the kitchen. “What’s the matter, pretty girl? Do you have a bad mommy? Did she not feed you? Where’s your food?”

  The kitchen light flips on and Melonie is looking at me in shock. “Are you trying to steal my baby?”

  I grin. “Nah, but I do have a way with pussies.”

  She gasps and then rolls her eyes before hunching over cracking up. As she straightens, I see tears streaking down her face. She chortles. “Wow, talk dirty to me.”

  I start humming Jason Derulo and shaking my hips. “Oh, I can talk plenty dirty, but first, let’s feed the cat.” She walks into the kitchen shaking her head. As she walks by me, I palm her ass and squeeze. “Let’s feed her, then, you can feed me yours.”

  Her breath catches and then she’s breathing erratically.

  Knowing my teasing, double entendres are affecting her has my cock standing at attention. No half-mast here.

  I like this. This is what I’ve been wanting. The easy conversation that’s charged with sexual energy is exactly what’s been missing with us.

  She feeds the cat and then walks past me, trailing her hands across my groin without a word. As she gets to her bedroom door, she crooks her finger and walks in. A second later, her blouse is tossed into the hall.

  Within seconds, I’m storming down the hall to her room.

  Walking in, I see she’s left the light off, but has a bedside lamp on. She’s standing in the corner and sliding her black dress slacks down her smooth legs. They pool on the floor and she’s in nothing but pink lace. It’s sexy, yet demure and kind of innocent. My already hard dick jumps with anticipation.

  She chuckles as I step into the room completely and close the door.

  Her brow arches as we watch each other. Removing my shirt is the only break in our eye contact. Her gaze follows me as I unsnap my jeans and push them down my legs, taking my socks and shoes with them.

  I’m standing in nothing but my black boxer briefs while she’s in her pink lace bra and panties.

  Crossing the room, I watch her as I near. Her breathing escalates and her chest rises and falls in rapid succession. Once I reach her, I lean down and trail my fingers over her face, memorizing the planes. Her breath whooshes out.

  Leaning down, I lift her into my arms and cross to the bed before laying her gently across it. I want to make love to her tonight instead of the frantic, enflamed coupling we usually do. I feel like we need this.

  My hair is loose as I lean over her and capture her mouth. It creates a cocoon, as if we’re in a bubble and no one can intrude.

  We take our time and explore each other. There’s no rushing as we make long, languid love. For the first time.

  When we’ve crossed the threshold together, I pull her into my side. As her breasts lay across my chest, she tucks her knee between my legs. I hold her close and we fall into a deep, relaxed slumber.

  Chapter Twenty

  Melonie

  I’m having the most delicious dream. I don’t want to wake up, but the light in my eyes makes staying asleep impossible. Sighing, I stretch and feel the weight of an arm across my breasts.

  Cracking open my eyes, I see dark brown ones peering at me and dark stubble on a chiseled chin.

  Holy shit. Not a dream! Dade really is here. In my bed. With me. He spent the night.

  My eyes fly open and I try to sit up as I pat my hair.

  He looks at me curiously. “Morning, Melonie. Everything, ok?”

  I’m naked. He’s naked. I mean, shit of course he’s naked. But we’re naked together. In my bed.

  Melonie Rayne Bird, what the hell are you tripping for?!

  You’ve explored every part of this man’s body multiple times and he knows yours, too. But he spent the night. For the first time, since St. John, we’ve spent the night together.

  This blows my “not a relationship” freak outs straight out of the water.

  Shut up! Shut up, Melonie.

  Wait, is that… Yes, yes it is. It’s morning and Dade is naked in my bed with a very, very hard dick. I think that needs some attention.

  So, shut the hell up you idiot and jump on this man!

  Shit. Don’t mind if I do…

  GOOD MORNING TO ME!

  He’s been watching me freak myself out and then calm myself down. He’s looking at me like he’s not sure what I’ll do.

  Giving him a look, I duck under the covers. “Melonie, what are you… Ohhhhhhh. Oh, God yes…”

  An hour later, we head into the shower since we’re both starving and need to clean up before grabbing breakfast.

  Dade has a towel wrapped around his waist and my gaze is fixated on his abs. I can’t stop watching the way they ripple as he moves. “Do you mind if I invite Clove and Liam?”

  Huh? What’s he saying?

  I blink.

  He laughs and snaps his fingers. My eyes leave his abs and focus on his face. Mine burns.

  “Melonie… earth to Melonie. You with me?”

  I snap at him. “If you want me to pay attention to anything you say, then cover that shit up. It’s distracting! Those things need a warning label!”

  He looks at me like I’m a lunatic. “What things?”

  I point and swirl my finger in the direction of his stomach. “THAT! You can’t have abs like that… that narrow so enticingly to… well, you know. You can’t be naked and expect me to pay attention!”

  He chuckles. “My abs need a warning label?”

  Hissing out, “YES!” I glare at him.

  “If my abs need a warning label, then so doe
s your ass.”

  Whipping my head around in shock, I say, “What?”

  He points. “Your ass. It’s on display. It’s so shapely and tight. It makes me crazy. I want to bite it.”

  Huh? What the hell is he talking about?! How did we go from his abs to my ass?!

  “You want to bite my ass?”

  He glares at me. “Yes!”

  I mutter as I grab my long shorts. “Well, that’s a first. You have a fetish about biting asses?”

  He mutters back as he slips his shirt on. “Only yours.”

  My chest warms at the statement. I’ve never had my ass bitten before. I’ve never had anything to do with my ass messed with before. It’s always been an “exit only”, yet if he’s that into it, I might be willing to try…

  Pulling a billowy top out of my closet, I ask, “Dade?”

  “Yeah?”

  I can’t look at him. “Do you like that?”

  He stops and glances at me with confusion. “Like what?”

  Tucking my shirt in, I stare at my shoes though I’m not seeing them. “You know… anal stuff?”

  I hear something hit the floor. Turning, I peep out of my closet. His shoe is on its side on the floor and he’s staring at the closet with his mouth opening and closing as he rubs the back of his neck.

  I look at the shoe and then at his face. “Well, do you?”

  He chuckles. “Well, yes. I mean I don’t have to have it, but I do like it.” He frowns. “Do you?”

  I shrug and bite the inside of my cheek as I turn back to my shoes. “I don’t know.” I whisper it so softly I’m not certain he can hear it.

  His hand on my shoulder startles me. Pulling gently he turns me around and tips my chin up before placing a soft kiss on my lips. He smiles. “I don’t have to have it, Melonie. It’s fine. I’m perfectly satisfied with the things we do.”

  Hearing him say that… I want to… Can I tell him that though?!

  “Um, well. I want to try it. I want to try it with you. If that’s ok.” My face is burning and I can’t look at him.

  He tips my chin up and searches my eyes. His face is so serious. Finally, he smiles reassuringly. “Ok, when you want to try it, we’ll try it. But honestly, we don’t have to. It’s not a big deal.”

  My heart swells with… something.

  Leaning up, I kiss him. He wraps his arms around me and my hands tangle in his hair as he wraps mine around his hands. We kiss for a long time in my closet.

  His cell going off interrupts the sweet moment.

  Who knew talking about anal could turn sweet!?

  Grinning at me, he grabs his phone and laughs. Arching my brow, I ask, “What?”

  He walks over and holds out his phone.

  It’s a photo of Bradi and Blue grinning with Lexi laughing in the background as Jessie is covered in baby blue pacifier garland with a grimace on his face. And the caption, “Let Doc out of bed, Sexy. Come to Java and Sweeties. Jessie says he’s done and this is woman shit. His manhood is in jeopardy. PS. You can make her scream later. She can tell us all about it.”

  Oh my God. That girl is insane.

  I laugh and Dade shakes his head as he grimaces. “That’s Bradi for you. You about ready to head out then? If we don’t head that way, my phone will be blowing up in about ten minutes.”

  I’ve never had a group of friends like that. I’ve had friends, but they were more like acquaintances and people I hung out with when I was bored or there was a party. I want friends like this group seems to be. They are more like a family.

  Smiling, I nod. “Yeah, let’s not keep them waiting.”

  An hour later after having Dade make a stop on the way in, I’m knee deep in blue tissue paper, garland, and white tulle. Bradi is commanding everyone and all you hear is, “More to the right… That should be higher… That looks awesome… No, plates on one end, cups on the other.” But I have to say, the place looks incredible. It looks like a baby blue and white wonderland. She’s extremely gifted with a great eye for this sort of thing.

  We place the last piece of tulle over the photo-booth backdrop and step back to take everything in. Bradi nods and chuckles. “Damn, I’m fucking amazing!”

  We all nod in agreement though, because she is.

  Clove and Liam are going to be here in about twenty minutes and I look at Dade. “Hey, I need to run out to the car for a second.”

  Everyone looks at us. He asks, “Ok, did you forget something?”

  Smiling, I nod. “I need to grab their gift.”

  He frowns. “When did you get them a gift?”

  “This morning when I made you stop. Walk out with me?”

  He’s been using his muscles this morning and he’s a little sweaty. He smells like musk and Dade. I want to jump on him. Forcing myself not to do that in here, I quirk my brow as I wait for his response.

  Grabbing a bottle of water, he chugs it and inclines his head to the door. I walk and he follows me. Once we clear the door and head towards the Hummer, I hear it unlock. Grabbing the door, I hop into it and sit on the seat as I wait for him to round the hood. As he does, he looks at me with suspicion when he sees me sitting on the leather seat.

  Slowly he walks over. “Whatcha ‘doin?”

  Crooking my finger at him, I silently encourage him to come closer.

  He does. He only stops when he’s between my legs. We’re under a large oak tree, so in the shade, and the angle of the space has us blocked from the door of the building. He still hasn’t spoken. He’s waiting to see what I’m up to.

  Reaching up, I trace his face. He closes his eyes as my fingertips gently explore the planes and angles of his chiseled jaw before stopping on the perfect bow of his full lips. His mouth opens and I can feel his breath on the pads of my fingers.

  His eyes are still closed. Leaning down, I cup his face in both hands and brush my lips across his lightly. His eyes open and he gazes at me as I slant my head and open my mouth. My tongue inches along the seam of his lips and starts to delicately massage his. I advance, he retreats. We are watching each other the whole time. It’s wildly erotic to be making out with someone while looking into their eyes.

  His pupils dilate and his nostrils flare. My core floods and my nipples tighten. This was not supposed to happen. I just wanted to kiss him. I needed to kiss him, but now his groin is perfectly lined up with my center from my position on the seat. Reaching down, I slowly stroke him through the fabric of his pants. He elongates in my hand as I continue to stroke and caress him. Breaking the kiss, his lips trail across my jaw. He sucks my ear lobe into his mouth and runs his tongue along the shell of my ear as his hand slips into the waistband of my shorts.

  He whispers, “We can’t do this here. Not right now.” Even as he’s saying it, his finger is between my slippery folds. My head falls back and my hair tickles my waist. My stroking gets harder. “I know. Mmmmm. I just wanted to kiss you. Ohhhhhhhh.”

  His fingers are moving at a steady rhythm and my muscles are holding him tight. I’m strung so tightly, I could cry.

  He breathes into my neck and bites me as his tempo increases. Looking over his shoulder, he sighs and then turns back to me. “Lay back.”

  He wants me to lay back on the seat? Right now?

  His thumb rubs my clit as two fingers thrust inside of me, my eyes roll back in my head as I struggle to stay upright… if I lay back, I can’t touch him.

  He looks over his shoulder again. Glancing behind him, I see no cars around us. I lean back. His hands unsnap my shorts and slide them down my legs to my ankles, yet he leaves them on. Ducking under my trapped legs, he rests my bound ankles on his shoulders and leans down. He licks as his fingers pulse inside of me.

  “Ohhhhh. Ohhhh God. Dade… Someone could see. Mmmmmm.” Leaning over me, he sucks on my clit and rubs it between his teeth as his fingers start to frantically fuck me.

  He hums as he sucks and bites my clit and adds a third finger. My hips are grinding into his face and I feel the wave s
tart. It’s so intense. The public place, the things he’s doing, and the sensations are too much. Clamping my lips shut, I muffle my scream as I shatter.

  My legs and ass are shuddering as I grip his head tightly with my thighs. He chuckles and lifts his head. His mouth and chin are wet with my juices. He grins.

  “Oh my God. You just ate me out in the parking lot with your friends in there!”

  Groaning, he says, “I did.”

  He slips out from under my legs and I sit up. He points to the floor where I didn’t notice a towel before. Gabbing it with a red face, I mutter, “Dear God, Dade. I can’t go face them.”

  He chuckles as I clean up. My face explodes with embarrassment. My knee brushes his groin and he groans. Looking down, I see his massive erection. Smirking, I slide down between him and the Hummer, making sure to glide my body across it. He groans. “Yeah, thanks. I have a problem.”

  Cupping him and rubbing him, I squat down and peep around his legs. Still no one. Unsnapping his pants, I remove his cock and engulf it in my mouth just as he says, “No, you can’t…” It ends on a moan and he holds the back of my head as he starts fucking my mouth. Hollowing out my cheeks, I deep throat him and scrape his balls with my nails. I need him to blow quickly. This is so hot, but I really don’t want to get caught by his friends with my mouth around his dick in the parking lot.

  He groans out, “Where?”

  Without stopping, I grab his ass and take him to the base. “Ohhhh. Fuck. Ohhhhh.” His cum hits the back of my throat and I make sure to swallow it all.

  Looking up at him, I see him watching me as he catches his breath. He smirks. “You are a bad, bad girl.”

  Smiling, I tuck him back in before standing up to check my hair and face in the mirror. I mutter as I fix my lipstick, which only slightly smeared, “I’m really not, but you sure make me want to be bad.”

  Wrapping his arms around me, he leans up and kisses my nose. “I’m glad.”

  My brow wrinkles. “You like that you make me want to be bad?”

  “I do. I like that I affect you enough to break out of your comfort zone.” He shrugs. “Because you sure as hell affect me that way.”

  My heart starts racing and not from the sexual release we both just experienced.