by Neal, Xavier
“Drew,” I meekly plead.
“You need to come,” he insists robbing my mouth of the remaining part of that sentence. “I need you to come...” His request has my hips moving to match his movements. “I need to feel that again.”
Without waiting for further invitation my orgasm violently rips through, clamping down on his cock so hard I'm convinced I'm going to bruise it.
I don't think that's possible...but I'm just gonna ask for reassurance here. That's not a thing right?
As my voice softly sings my body's new found devotion in rounds, his body goes rigid, the grip around me so suffocating, I'm not sure if I'll ever breathe again. An animalistic growling comes out of him at the same time a warm rush fills my pussy igniting the orgasm that was fading to combust once more. The undulating blaze of our climax continues until our bodies collapse in an overheated heap.
Holy shit....is that what sex is supposed to be like? Why did I have to wait until I was a dead woman walking to discover that?
Drew
On a yawn I scratch my bare chest, the simple action excruciatingly painful. Unsure if it's from the best sex I've ever had or from whatever seems to be bothering me every morning, I simply stay still a moment longer.
Look, this is gonna make me sound like a giant pussy. I'm aware. But fuck. Whatever that shit was last night, had to be more than sex. I've had a lot of sex. I've had enough sex to last some people lifetimes. Yes. Multiple lifetimes. Up until last night I prided myself in the legend of the McCoy reputation reigning true. Truth is what happened last night, wasn't because I know what the fuck I'm doing. No. That was because of both of us. I need to do that again. Hell, I need to do that shit for the rest of my life. Did I tell you I almost busted a nut twice in one session? That's not even humanly possible. Or is it?
I struggle to raise my body up knowing I need to rinse the smell of Mel away.
Not that I fucking want too. She smells like fresh flowers and oranges. A sweetness that matches her personality. Besides, her pussy loved my cock so much it painted it with five orgasms in the couple of hours we were together. You're damn right I fucking counted.
On my way to the bathroom, I try to stifle the urges to wince. Uncertain that the shaking isn't from an invading infection, I stop and check myself out as best as I can. My veins still look a little blue on my wrists. It could be from the lack of sun I've been getting. It could be nothing more than sun withdrawal.
You know, winter color setting in early.
Looking down I begin searching for other discolorations when my vision blurs.
What the fuck?
I rub my eyes and everything looks clear again. Certain I just need a shower, I grit my teeth through the discomfort and get my shower started. Warm water washes away the evidence that Melody gave herself to me as well as the lingering clay bits, which are proof of my actual purpose here.
“Morning,” Melody's voice echoes in the bathroom.
With a smirk, I pull the corner of the shower curtain back immediately noticing the way the door is slightly shut behind her. “Morning.”
“Take these,” she routinely instructs holding out the glass of water and tablets for me.
“Fine,” I reply in an attempt to sound like our routine.
We have to keep up appearances in the light, even if we get to fuck in the dark.
While ingesting the medication, I can't help but watch her watch me. Her mouth is slightly unhinged, her tongue seems to be outlining my abs on her lips, and her knees seem to be growing in desire to drop.
Fuck. Me. That's hot.
“Here.” Offering her the glass back, I pull the curtain back, and nudge the shower head to hit tile instead of accidentally wetting her. “Anything else?”
Melody places the glass on the counter and states, “Breakfast will be served soon.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
She drops to her knees, her hot mouth engulfing my stiff dick.
I bite my fist to stop the sharp groan from escaping. Knowing I need an exit line, but unsure of how it's gonna sound I sigh, “You can...you can go now.” In hopes that is good enough to sound like a conversation ender, I thread my fingers through the back of her braided hair allowing my cock to slide further down her throat. Her tongue moves in waves on the underside of my shaft as her mouth sucks, determined to eventually taste my soul or whatever else she can squeeze out. Melody's mouth bobs on my cock silently, her tongue at times toying with the sensitive tip that's trickling pre-cum in a way that feels like I'm already busting a nut. She explores, adventures down to my nuts several times before returning to sucking on my cock, the entire time tugging me to the brink of coming. Finally unable to hold out any longer, I tug at her hair, my body tenses as it tries to pull out before it can fill her mouth. Instead of pulling back, she prepares to receive her reward with the quietest hum. The vibration shuts my eyes while my body pours come out of me and into her relentlessly. Shaking through the ecstasy, I grip her hair for aid in my battle of buckling knees.
Melody's jaw frees my dick and I stumble back against in the tile right into the cold water.
Fuck it. I don't even care.
With the pleased grin of the little minx she is, she wipes the corner of her lips, grabs the glass and exits the bathroom leaving more than just my body empty.
Something seriously has to be wrong with me if I can't handle being away from her just a minute right?
After scrubbing down and dressing, I head for the kitchen where I see Mel with her back to me mixing two bowls of something. Curious I ask, “Eggs?”
“Parfaits,” she corrects.
“What the fuck is a parfait?”
Don't laugh. Is there pork in it?
“It's yogurt, granola, and fruit.”
“That's not breakfast. That's a snack.”
“It's a healthy breakfast,” she insists turning around to look at me. Slamming a hand on her hip she snips, “Since when do you get lippy about what you get fed?”
I wink. “Since I can't get my lips on other things.”
Her rubricating cheeks makes me smile proudly. Melody shakes her head. “You are something else.”
“So are you.”
The compliment gets her to hum before she shoves the bowl my direction. “Eat up. You're running late this morning.”
“I slept really well last night,” I answer before shoving a mouth full of the disaster into my mouth. After just a few chews, I nod. “Not too bad.”
Melody offers me a smile and has a bite of her own. The two of us start our standing breakfast rather than waste time trying to clear the table I'm going to be occupying in a short time anyway. Seeing the sight of my materials drying on the table spurs my mind a direction.
“What was the present from The Devil yesterday?”
Her chewing ceases. “Why?”
“Because I asked.”
With a quick shake of the head, she denies, “It's not important.”
“Mel-”
“Drop it,” she cuts me off.
“Mel-”
“I said drop it.” Her bowl slams on the counter beside her. “The message he wanted me to receive came in loud and clear. It's in the trash now. Let's leave the subject with it.”
Not thrilled at having to let the topic go, but thankful I got information I can use, I agree. “Fine.” I have another bite before pushing another issue. “Can I ask a question about something else?”
She folds her arms across her chest, an annoyed glow in her blue eyes.
I know. I know. Not ideal post getting head conversation, but in order to get to more sex outside of this little cell in the middle of hell, I have to make some plans. I have to push some buttons. Wouldn't you to save the person you lov-. We're not gonna talk about that right now.
“Omar,” I start.
“What about him?”
“Do you trust him?”
“No more than I trust anyone else in this business.”
> Trying not to take offense to that, I ask, “You two seem close.”
“Really? Are you implying I'm sleeping with him?”
“Fuck no,” my mouth spews, dropping the spoon in the bowl. “Well. Wait. Are you?”
The redness flashing on her face is not nearly as captivating as it is when she blushes.
Shit!
“Are you fucking kidding?”
“That's...that's not what I was trying to imply. I was just-”
“What were you trying to imply, Drew?'
“Do you care about him?”
Uncomfortable by the question, she fidgets with her braid. “I mean...yeah. He's looked out for me almost since day one.”
Not surprised since it was what I was suspecting, I return to my breakfast.
“But I'm not an idiot.” The addition to her answer lifts my face back up. “I know he wouldn't hesitate to sell me out if necessary. Especially if it meant to save his own skin.” With a hard look she says, “We live in a world where it's kill or be killed. Don't doubt that.”
That's just the thing. I don't.
Changing conversation, I use my spoon to point at the sculpture on the table. “What do you think?”
Mel glances at the sight and shakes her head. “Not quite.”
Disappointed I grunt, “Really?”
“Well look here.” She strolls over. “See these cracks here and here. They aren't on the actual sculpture. Someone who's been studying it for years would notice.” Melody points to a lower spot, “The way it dried down here, indicates an added heat source. It's too smooth. Too perfect. It's a fairly aged sculpture, so the drying is most likely not going to be even because it was sun dried.”
I put my bowl beside hers. “You know an awful lot about forgeries.”
“I've seen enough of them done and fucked up,” she sighs. “Oh. And you're hollowing technique is too obvious. One hit on the wrong spot and it's going to crumble.”
“That's not-”
She taps the center and the sculpture shatters.
“Damnit.”
Melody giggles briefly before the smile is wiped away. She greets, “Morning Omar.”
“Melody,” he states back. He gives me a harsh sneer before saying, “Got you more clay.”
“Thanks,” I reply reaching for the bag that's dangling from his fingertips.
“How the hell are you going through this shit so fast? You making molds of your dick or something?”
With a charming smile I answer, “Not since the first day.”
Melody hides her giggle behind her hand. Omar immediately gives her a sharp scowl, which is when she snaps, “Oh lighten up. That was pretty good.”
He grunts and shakes his head. “I have some appointments this morning, but I will be back to pick up the delivery.”
“When?” she asks.
“When I'm done.” Omar lifts an eyebrow. “Is that a problem?”
“It's a complicated order, Omar. I need a time estimate to insure that it is ready.”
“You should have no problem if that is the only thing you are doing,” he sternly states giving me another glare.
I really hate this guy. Have I mentioned that?
“There are other responsibilities-”
“Cooking for the hostage is not one,” he growls. “Just in case you've forgotten that's what he is. Not a guest.”
Melody press her lips together momentarily. “There are other responsibilities that require action now in order to be used later. This is not the only delivery The Devil has me filling in a timely fashion, so I will ask you again. When?”
Omar shoves his hands in his pockets. “This evening. Before dinner. You have been asked to escort the package as well.”
She whispers, “Shocking.”
“Wear something nice.” Surprised by his words both of us lift our eyebrows. “The Devil has requested you as his date.”
I fight the urge to lunge at him about it.
No good in whooping the shit out of the messenger just yet. Don't get me wrong. It's on the fucking to do list too.
“Fine.” She nods. “I'll be ready.”
Omar turns around and strolls out the way he came. The second the door shuts, I look at her and whisper, “Date?”
Mel denies, “It's not what you think.”
Anger rises in my tone. “I think The Devil is changing your job description...are you gonna...are you gonna sleep with him?”
“Why is that the only thing your brain can come up with?” she snaps.
First instinct. Is that wrong? I don't want anyone touching my girl but me. Especially not that fuck.
“I'm not in the 'fuck him' division of his operations. If he wants me there, it's because he plans to poison someone and wants me to watch. He does this occasionally to remind me of my place in his world.”
Seeing the anguish and trepidation in her eyes, I quickly try to apologize. “Mel I'm-”
“Don't.” She raises her hand. “Just, shut up and follow me.”
I do as I'm told. We make our way back into my room where she turns on the television screen. Unexpectedly there's a sight on it that brings a bit of relief to my system.
“Triple D,” Madden sighs his own reprieve obvious. “You're both alive...You got all your limbs?”
With a small smirk I raise my fingers. “Ten fingers. Ten toes. One large and still functional cock.” There's a squeak from behind me, which makes me smile brighter. “Yeah I'm alive.”
“Daniel said he'd send us a tune,” Madden announces the code. “Jackass has the nerve to joke about Bon Jovi at a time like this.”
Clever. When we were first trying to avoid cops, we made sure we had code phrases we could drop that wouldn't raise suspicions. Things about music. Movies. T.V. Shows. Way of communicating between the lines. Daniel basically promised to send him a GPS signal the moment he could. My guess? The night of the heist. We're smarter than we look and always planning to escape less than pleasant situations.
I try not to smile. “What about you two? Surviving?”
“Barely,” Destin whispers as he shakes his head. “The Devil is fucking us hard. Between spending most the day justifying all our spending to some dickhead auditors and spending most of the night searching for you two, I haven't slept. I forget to eat until Knox shoves a plate of food in front of my face.”
Quickly noticing our female McCoy missing, I tilt my head. “Where is Knox?”
“Dealing with actual customers,” Madden informs. “And I'm trying to deal with actual mechanic work. At this rate the shop won't stay open very long.”
“Which is what The Devil wants,” I sigh. “Don't worry. We'll be home soon.”
“That's what Daniel said,” Madden informs. “You better be. And your asses better be in one piece or when I glue you back together, I'm gonna rip you apart again.”
He's loving in his own way. Just...go with it.
I chuckle. “Noted.”
“Who's the chick?” Destin acknowledges.
“That's Mel,” I quietly answer before turning around to give her a smile. She tries to hide the soft one she's developing. “She kinda likes me.” When she rolls her eyes I turn back around to see a scowl on my big brothers face.
Him and Omar sure have that look fucking patented.
“Drew...” Madden warns.
“We're gonna save her too.”
Destin slowly questions, “We are?”
“Yup.” I answer and watch Madden's jaw twitch even though he doesn't say anything. “She's trapped just as much as I am in this place. She's been...good to me.”
Fucking amazing, but they don't need to know that. I damn sure ain't sharing once she's out of here and I would hate for either of them to get that idea for even a second.
“How is it even while you're kidnapped, you and Daniel still get your dicks touched?” Destin complains. “I'm losing sleep trying to fucking find you. You're losing sleep trying to fucking find pussy.”
&n
bsp; “Don't talk about her that way,” I snap, which stiffens both of them. “It's not like that. And that's the only time I'm gonna warn you.”
Destin surrenders his hands, which is when Madden sighs, “I know that look.”
