“Thanks.” She thought that was the right answer. She didn’t know what the question was. She didn’t know anything except that if he stopped moving his finger against her for even one second she’d have to hurt him.
“Open wide, sweetheart. You’re so fucking ready for me, I want to fuck you with my fingers before I fuck you with my dick. I’m going to get you off so many times tonight you’re not going to remember your name let alone mine.”
She’d never forget his name. Ever.
She started shimmying her panties down her legs, but Rich grabbed her hand.
“Let me.”
It was pretty much a given that she was going to let him do anything he wanted.
Including allowing him to drag her panties down with his teeth.
Oh God, the feel of his thick, coarse hair brushing against her sensitized thighs… The scrape of his stubble as it rasped against every nerve ending she possessed. The unbelievably hot feel of his breath along her entire leg…
He worked her panties down around her ankles, then over her toes—
Which he sucked on.
She’d never had anyone suck on her toes. Wouldn’t have thought she’d like it if anyone had asked.
She would have been so wrong.
The short, sharp tugs of his mouth on her toes sent a shot straight to her pussy, making it clench with need. He ran his tongue over her big toe, then between it and the next one as if he were fucking her there.
She felt that in her pussy, too.
And the swirl he did on the ball of her foot…
Melody grasped the sheet and moved on the bed. She needed to move. Couldn’t not move, every part of her so alive with what he was doing.
She had to touch him. Had to do something, the sensations roiling through her were too much for her to take. It was too much too soon too fast. And she never wanted it to end.
“Rich, let me touch you.” She bent sideways, trying to reach some part of him.
He caught her hand and looked up at her from where he knelt at the bottom of the bed, his tongue looking shockingly erotic between her toes.
She wanted another part of him between her lips. Either set.
“Let me suck you off.” She licked her lips, and, yeah, that got his attention. “Please.” She palmed her breasts, enjoying the flare of his eyes. She tweaked her nipples, feeling a matching flare in her clit.
Rich peeled off his pants—he gave old what’s-his-name a run for his money, that was for sure—and climbed back onto the bed, changing the angle he was working her toes for a much better one for her to work him.
She circled him with her fingers. His cock jerked in her palm.
“Ah, yes, Melody, that feels so good.” He went back to tongue-fucking her toes.
Talk about something that felt good…
“Rich, I want to suck you. I need to suck you.” She did. As much as she needed to breathe, she needed to take part of him inside her body and give him the pleasure he was giving her.
“We’ll get to that, Melody. And we can; I’m clean. But for now, just jerk me.”
She did but it wasn’t what she wanted. Sure, he felt great in her hand, the thick, throbbing, hot length, but it wasn’t close enough for her. She needed to take him inside. To wrap all of her around him. To drive him out of his mind with wanting her.
She tugged her toe out of his mouth. “I’m clean, too, Rich, and I want to suck you. It’s been way too long since I’ve had a dick in my mouth so get up here and give me some.”
At least the man didn’t have to be told twice. He abandoned her toes, backed up over her, straddling her head in a sixty-nine position, and plunged his dick into her mouth.
God, he tasted, felt, smelled amazing. There was soap, and heat, and the scent of his arousal that only highlighted the rest of the smorgasbord that was Rich.
He was thick and hard in her mouth, filling it, her jaw opening a little more than she was accustomed to, and she didn’t care if she couldn’t move it tomorrow; tonight was all about exploring what it took to get her to that point.
She sucked him harder, smiling around him when he jerked at the action. Then she licked him.
He groaned and rocked into her mouth, his butt clenching above her.
She grabbed his cheeks and squeezed as she licked him again, dragging her tongue up from the base and along the thick throbbing vein to the rim. She circled it as his breath whooshed out, but she didn’t stop. That smooth head was just calling for her attention.
She circled her tongue over it, tasting the hot salty seepage of his pre-cum, and she flicked her tongue into his slit.
“God, yes, Melody.” He rocked into her again, forcing his cock to the back of her throat, as he bent down and licked her clit.
Sweet mother of God, it felt amazing as he worked magic on her. He slid his hands beneath her legs, parting her even more, spreading her wider, and he sucked her clit into his mouth.
That almost did it right there. Only the sheer determination to wring every last bit of pleasure from this kept her from coming.
She ran her tongue over the head of his cock while she slid a hand up to the crease of his ass.
He groaned when she ran one finger along it.
He stopped licking her altogether when she rubbed a finger around his anus.
And probed.
His butt clenched again and he reared onto all fours.
But Melody didn’t stop. He tasted too fucking good and it’d been too fucking long, and oh yeah, she wanted a good fucking.
She slid her finger beyond that tight muscle.
And then he was on her. Like a man possessed, he sucked her clit into his mouth and ran his tongue all over it. Even used his teeth—gently—though the reaction it spiked was anything but.
She arched off the bed, begging, pleading silently with him for something more.
He gave it to her.
He slid a finger into her pussy and another into her ass, his two hands fucking her in opposition to the other. She couldn’t tell if she was coming or going and it really didn’t matter. She sucked him, her tongue mimicking the fast rhythm he’d created, and she bore down on the sensations he was wringing from her. She clenched around his fingers and rotated her hips just a little…
He jerked in her mouth and if possible—though she didn’t see how—thickened even more. She fucked his ass with her finger, giving him the same rhythm, the same relentless pace and pressure that he was giving her.
He moaned as his balls brushed her forehead while he fucked her mouth, their velvety smoothness and soft weight feeling as if they were made to be where they were. He licked her clit with a slow, long, deep caress completely opposite of the piston-style fucking he was doing to her other three orifices. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass… they were all filled with the hot pulsing goodness of Rich.
She curled her finger inside him and rubbed the gland there. Sure enough, his cock jerked and he let out an uncontrollable sigh. “God, Melody, you’re going to get me off too soon if you do that.”
There was no such thing as too soon. She rubbed again.
Rich groaned and threw himself into eating her out. His mouth and his lips and his tongue and teeth were everywhere, all the while pushing back against her finger, rotating his hips when she’d rub that spot again in a gyrating frenzy of lust.
If anyone were to walk by on the balcony right now, Marty’s little display would be deemed suitable for children in contrast to what she and Rich were doing.
She loved every minute of it.
She pressed her hips into the mattress, offering her clit for whatever he wanted to do to it.
And oh did he take her up on the invitation. He licked her again, long slow hard strokes using the flat pad of his tongue. Then he fluttered the tip of it quickly over her clit, alternating the two until there was this perfect blend of hard and soft, of fucking and stroking, and Melody had to concentrate on returning the favor.
“Go with it, Melody.” R
ich puffed his hot breath over her exposed clit as he clenched around her finger. God, his ass was so tight. “Let yourself come.”
Let herself… He’d hit the nail on the head because she’d never let herself do anything. She’d always been doing it, making it happen. And now, here, like this, with him, she could finally let something happen.
And oh did it. A pulsing roar of lust spiraled out from where he licked her. It ran through her veins, flexed her toes, then turned back on itself and slammed an orgasm through her so incredible that she wasn’t sure if she’d ever be the same again.
She grabbed his ass as she came, needing something stable, something tangible to grab hold of, and she pushed down, drawing him deeper into her mouth, panting around his throbbing cock, wanting every bit of him, and she sucked. Hard.
“Ah, shit… Melody…” He throbbed against her tongue, that thick vein pulsing as all his muscles went rigid, and his balls tightened as he came, thick, hot jets of cum coating her mouth, bathing her teeth, and dripping down her throat, so deliciously sinful, she relished every drop with a harsh cry that might have been her name, might have been a prayer, or might have been something completely incoherent.
None of it mattered. All that mattered was that he’d just given her the best birthday gift in the world.
Chapter Three
“What’s with the tattoo?” Rich swirled his hand on the little pink bow she’d had inked on her left hip when the divorce had been finalized.
“It’s a reminder for me to celebrate my life. To love myself first. To make myself happy. Because if you’re not happy with yourself, nothing will make you happy.”
“I think it’s awesome. Just like you.” He kissed her ear and nibbled a little. “It’s also sexy as hell.”
It was a necessity at the time. Now it was what she said. A reminder. She’d put herself second to John for so long. Never again.
But that was another thought for another time and this time was all about enjoying herself.
“I think we should get up.” Melody snuggled her backside into Rich’s front side.
“Someone already is.” He smiled against her shoulder and arched his lower half into her.
Yes, someone already was. “You’re kidding me. Didn’t I just wear you out?”
“No, sweetheart, you just sucked me out. Now you have to fuck me out.” He squeezed the breast he’d been holding. “I’m nowhere near finished with you yet, young lady.”
“I’m not that young.” Now why on earth would she say that?
“Melody, I don’t care what number it is because it’s just a number, but there’s no way you’re going to prove to me by your actions that you’re not a young, vibrant woman.”
“I’m thirty-eight. Today.” She glanced at the clock. There was an hour left of her birthday.
He rolled her onto her back and raised himself up on his elbow. “Then I guess I should say happy birthday.”
Which he proceeded to do, kissing her as if he cared. As if tonight were about something other than mutual attraction, an exciting city, the fact that they’d never see each other again, and pure unadulterated lust.
She let herself believe in it all for the few minutes that the kiss lasted.
“And I believe this calls for champagne.”
She smiled at him. “You don’t have to ply me with alcohol. I’m more than willing to fall into your bed.”
“Ah, but we’re not in my bed. We’re in yours. But next to my bed, is a bottle of champagne on ice.”
“You always drink champagne in bed?”
“I do when I’ve scored a big business deal. I was going to break it open earlier with the room service, but someone derailed those plans. I think you owe me.”
She did. For this. For tonight. For bringing her back to the woman she was before all the crap had gone down with her ex-husband.
“You know? You’re right. I wouldn’t mind some champagne.” She tossed off the covers. “Let me grab a quick shower.”
He grabbed her hand and dragged her back onto the bed. “I can guarantee that if you get in that shower, there’s not going to be anything quick about it, and we wouldn’t want the ice to melt now, would we?” He reached over her head, grabbed something, then dangled the red dress above them. “I’m just across the hall. This will keep the decency police off our backs while we get there.”
And it might keep him on hers. Especially if she didn’t put any panties on under it.
Melody never hopped out of bed so fast, pulling the dress on and shoving her feet into her sandals. Her toes tingled from where he’d licked them. “Well, come on then. What’s keeping you?”
Rich was staring at her, his mouth open just a little. “No underwear?”
She cocked her hip and put a hand on it. “Is there really a reason to go to all that trouble?’
He jumped out of bed and swept her up in another searing kiss. “Damn, woman,” he said when he finally disengaged his tongue from her mouth, “you are so hot.”
“Especially with you wrapped around me.” She patted his arm and stepped out of his embrace. Let the guy work for it a little. Not much, but at least pretend there was some semblance of keeping her wits about her. “I need some champagne to cool off.”
“Baby, in that dress, nothing is going to cool you off.”
He stepped into his shorts—what was he bitching at her about? He went commando, too.
Her pussy flooded again, at the thought—which, maybe, was his point.
He grabbed her hand. “Come on. Let’s go.”
His room was literally right across the hall. Talk about convenient.
It was also a mess.
“Wow, this is, uh…” She stepped over a couple of t-shirts, a pair of underwear that he’d at least thought to bring with him on this trip, an empty pizza box, and half a dozen broken strands of beads.
“Yeah, sorry. We obviously weren’t planning on having guests.”
“We?”
“Me and Dan. We’re rooming together.”
Which put a whole new spin on his earlier comment to Dan about coming back later to see if he could join in.
Would she want him to?
Her pussy swelled at that thought. She’d never had a threesome before.
“…a few seconds to clean this up.” Rich was kicking things out of the way, shoving them under the bed, tossing the clothes into a pile beneath the desk, clearing a path to his balcony’s doors.
“Are you on Bourbon Street?” She didn’t care about the mess. Messes were for real life; tonight was pure fantasy.
“Yeah. You want to take a look?”
“Of course. Isn’t that part of the New Orleans experience?”
He grabbed her around the waist when she went to walk past him onto the balcony. “I’ll give you a New Orleans experience.”
The kiss was hot and heavy, full of tongue and heat and so much desire she was dripping with it.
Literally.
She rubbed herself against him, the sequins stiff enough on the outside of her dress to make her nipples hard and aching on the inside.
Rich grabbed her ass and plastered her up against him, hiking the fabric until his fingers were gripping her bare skin.
He slid them between her cheeks. Probed that one tight area.
Pressed in.
Her legs went boneless as heat flooded her. John hadn’t been into anal, but she’d always enjoyed it before him. She’d missed it.
“You want it there, don’t you?” Rich growled against her mouth, his finger pressing into her a little more.
She nodded and whimpered and tried to crawl inside him.
But he set her back from him.
“What—?”
He grinned and it was wickedly seductive. “I’ll give it to you, babe. But not here.”
“So then why did we bother to leave my room?”
“Oh, we’re not going back to your room. We’re going—”He opened the door—“out there.”
Good thing he still had hold of her because her knees were none too steady. “Out… out there?”
He nodded and turned her toward the door. “Get moving.”
She did. Marched right up the two stairs to his balcony and out into the sultry night.
He followed behind her, his dick rigid against her ass.
God, he was going to do her here. In public.
She ought to be nervous, but she was so turned on, so incredibly thrilled about the idea, she just didn’t care.
He pressed her up against the lattice-work wrought iron railing. “Look at all of them down there. I’m going to fuck you and they’ll never know. They might suspect, but we’ll know.”
He slid her scrap of a dress up, his fingers splayed against her heated skin. “Man, Melody, you’ve got the perfect ass.” He spread her cheeks with his thumbs. “And I am so going to fuck it.”
Her arms were crossed in front of her as she leaned on the railing. She grasped it, needing the feel of something tangible in her hands because he was sending her into the stratosphere—and he hadn’t even touched her yet. Not really.
She heard a condom wrapper rip, felt him step back just a little, and then, oh God, she felt his fingers probe her, slick with lube. “Where’d that come from?”
He worked it into her. “Part of the clean-up process. You didn’t think I meant to do this dry, did you?” He slid his finger between her pussy lips. “Though I guess I don’t really need it, do I? You’re drenched.”
“Can’t help it. You’ve got me so turned on it’s running down my leg.”
“Remind me to lick it off afterwards.”
A fresh batch of cream slid out of her.
She pushed back against his hard-on. “Fuck me, Rich. All your talk has made me want it more.”
He spanned his hands on her hips and probed her hole with the head of his dick. “You ready?”
She dropped her head and closed her eyes. “Do it.”
“Look up.”
She hadn’t been expecting that. She’d been bracing herself for that heavy, pleasure/pain, not any more talking.
“What?”
“I said, look up, Melody.” His voice was tight. “You need to watch those people down there on the street.”
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