Ticket Me More

by Tia Fanning

  “Do you want me to help you out of the car?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, then tipped her head to the side, hoping she conveyed how sorry she was for her strange behavior.

  It was so frustrating. Why couldn’t she just be normal? There was so much she wanted to say, so much she wanted to do, but nothing. She stared at the folded hands in her lap and bit her bottom lip. Tears brimmed behind her lashes.

  Michael reached in and unlocked the door. He opened it and found the button that rolled up the window. “Melanie, it’s okay. I like you just the way you are, including your bouts of shyness. I just want to get to know you, and we’ll take things slow.”

  But I don’t want to take things slow! I want to get laid!

  Michael switched off her lights and her ignition, then leaned over and unbuckled her seat belt. He placed his hands over hers, halting her nervous fidgeting. He tuned them over, softly caressing her palms with his thumbs.

  Her blood surged at the small intimacy. His touch was everything. Warm, gentle, electric. Moisture gathered between her legs.

  She signaled to leave the car.

  “Sure,” he said, the relief evident in his voice. He helped her helped out, then closed the car door.

  Melanie was unsteady on her feet. Her senses were in overload. Her vision was still spotted and skewed; her heart continued rapidly beating, her blood roared like a raging river, and her stomach acted as if she was on a rollercoaster. In all honesty, she didn’t remember the last time she’d taken a breath.

  He tilted her head up. “I think you’re an amazing woman and I feel honored to be here with you tonight. No matter what you do, or how you act, my feelings won’t change. Meli, you’re kind, you’re beautiful, and you’re sexy. You’re everything a man could ever want in a woman.”

  Those black spots in her distorted vision grew bigger. Weightless, she fell down a dark hole and landed on a cluster of warm fluffy clouds.

  *****

  Melanie opened her eyes, and recognized the ceiling in her living room. She felt like she’d missed something important. Disoriented, she sat up. Hadn’t she been outside a second ago?

  Dropping her feet to the floor, she got off her couch and walked slowly toward the kitchen, lured by the smell of coffee. Who was with here with her? Michael? Or did she dream all that?

  He was standing beside the coffee pot, too engrossed in a book to notice her. In his hand was the ticket he had thrown at her the night prior. She realized he was reading ‘How to Get the Man YOU Want and Deserve in Ten Easy Steps’.

  The ticket reminded her how she had come home crushed, ready to run to the freezer and drown in a gallon of chocolate chunk ice cream. Then she had read chapter six ‘Confidence in You: Rejection and Your Reaction’, it had motivated her to give him one more chance. She had used the ticket to bookmark the page.

  “Hi,” she said softly, not knowing what else to say to gain his attention.

  Michael laid the ticket back in the book as he closed it, then rushed to her side. “You’re awake. Do you feel okay? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?” He put the back of his hand against her forehead.

  She smiled at concern. “What happened?”

  “You fainted on me.”

  Her cheeks heated as she recalled the words he said to her before she passed out. If she wasn’t careful, it would happen again.

  She pulled away from his hand, wanting to change the conversation to something other than her. “Do you like the book?”

  He stared at the book in his hand thoughtfully.

  Oh, God, what must he think about her? That she is so naïve, she needed a book to help her pick up a man?

  “Melanie, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I wasn’t rejecting you and I don’t want you to think I ever would. You’re perfect. The way I acted last night had nothing to do with you and everything to do with my own stupidity. I’m just glad that you didn’t give up on me so quickly.”

  She tried to hide her smile.

  Michael met her gaze. “Matter of fact, I’m going to write Ms. Aleka Leki a fan letter, thanking her for giving such wonderful advice.”

  When he winked at her, she giggled.

  “You must be feeling better. You’re laughing.”

  She didn’t know what prompted her, but she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms tightly around his body. He returned the embrace, caressing her back and stroking her hair. She lost herself in his scent and sturdy strength. For once, everything felt right in the big, bad world.

  Will you make love to me?

  He nudged her back and smoothed the hair from her face. “Wow. I love your candor.”

  EEK!!! Had she actually said that aloud!?!

  “I-I-I didn’t just say that. I mean, I did, and I do, but I didn’t mean to say it aloud. Ah, I’m so embarrassed. I mean… I’ve never… I don’t have much experience with this kind of stuff and I don’t want you to think any less of me. I’ve never been with a man, I’ve never had… well only with Bob, but I can’t count him. He’s just a BOB.”

  Oh, shit! Shut up! Shut up! Meli, shut up!

  He had the confused look again. “A Bob?”

  “Oh, God.”

  Melanie did what she did best. She high-tailed her ass out of there and ran to her bedroom. Unfortunately, Michael would do what he did best, which was to chase her down. So she fled to her bathroom. Shit! Now she was trapped. She turned on the light and looked at the window. She might just be able to fit out of it if she—

  Michael grabbed a hold of her arm and swung her around. “Meli, stop.”

  His tone suggested she follow his instruction. For some reason, this made her heart flutter. “Yes?”

  “I don’t care who you’ve been with or not been with. That doesn’t matter to me. What matters is here and now.”

  “I have never been with anyone,” she muttered.

  “Then who’s Bob?”

  She felt her cheeks flush. Pulling out of his grasp, she turned around, giving him her back. How could she ever bring herself to explain that? She glanced down at her washbasin and choked.

  As if some great cosmic force was plotting against her, its purpose bent solely on her total humiliation, there was Bob, lying happily on a hand towel next to her sink.

  “Meli? What’s wrong?”

  She glanced longingly at the bathroom window again. How she wished she could flee this embarrassing farce, but she was sure Officer Johnson would thwart her escape. She rubbed the bridge of her nose. Fuck it. The whole situation could not possibly get any worse.

  Frustrated, she grabbed Bob up and shook him in the air. “Michael, meet Bob, my Battery Operated Boyfriend.” She turned back to Michael and looked at her pleasure toy. “Bob, meet Michael.”

  Trying hard to suppress his laughter, he drew her into his arms. “Can I kiss you now?”

  Before she could answer, his lips were on hers. Discarding her toy, she placed her hands around his neck and pulled him closer, thrusting her tongue in his mouth. She wanted more from him than some chaste peck.

  Responding to her enthusiasm with a searing kiss that melted her insides, he grabbed her ass and lifted her onto the sink, and wedged himself in-between her legs. His hands roamed over her knees, then higher, pushing the skirt up and over the top of her thigh-high stockings.

  Thank you! Thank You, Lord!

  As he feverishly placed kisses across her neck, she forced her hands between their bodies and unclasped his duty belt. The heavy black leather fell off and landed on her bathroom rug with a loud thud.

  She went for his shirt next, unbuttoning the blue material. She pulled it over his broad shoulders, exposing his vest and white undershirt.

  She pushed him back. “Off! Off! Get it all off!”

  He wrenched the vest apart and discarded it, then pulled his t-shirt over his head as she unhooked his trouser belt and unzipped his pants.

  Michael’s hands were on her blouse, quickly but carefully undoing the buttons. It wasn’t fa
st enough for her.

  “Rip the damn thing,” she demanded. “Now!”

  Little buttons scattered everywhere as he tore the fabric from her body. He was on her again, his lips leaving a blazing trail down her shoulders as his arms reached around her unclasped her bra.

  Suddenly, he lifted her off the sink. She wrapped her legs around him while he carried her into the bedroom, her hands grasping his muscular shoulders as she nibbled at his neck. He captured her mouth as he laid her on the bed, his body descending on top of hers. The friction of his movement turned on her clit massager.

  Melanie moved to turn off the vibrator, but strong fingers seized her wrists and placed them above her head.

  “Leave it,” Michael murmured between kisses.

  Using one hand to keep her arms pinned above her head, he took the other and removed the remote from her skirt’s waistband. He put the toy on its highest setting, then pushed her bra up and sucked on her nipple. Instantly, her body reacted to the many stimulants. She moved against him, about to come.

  “Don’t,” he rasped. “I’m not done tasting you yet.”

  She clenched and held her orgasm.

  He pulled her bra over her head and up her arms, wrapping the material loosely around her wrists. “Your hands stay put. Do you hear me?”

  “Okay” she breathed. “I’ll be good.”

  He let go and went back to fondling her breasts, offering them to his mouth until she was dizzy and gasping for air. She twined her fingers in the comforter, desperately fighting the urge to release the built up energy between her legs.

  Michael licked and stroked his way down over her stomach and further still. He lifted the hem of her skirt up to her waist and kissed his way around her inner thighs, his hair brushing against her sensitized skin.

  As the toy vibrated on her swollen clit, his mouth retreated in favor of fingers, which moved inward and played with the folds of her pussy. She couldn’t handle it anymore. She would die if he kept going. He had to stop or let her come.

  She squeezed her legs together. “I can’t,” she cried.

  “No, no, no, Meli. Keep them open for me,” he admonished gently and parted her knees again, resuming his torture.

  She thrashed her head back and forth. It all felt too good. It was too much for her. She arched her back. “No, I can’t, Michael.

  “You will,” he insisted, using one hand to push her abdomen back down on the bed. With his other, he continued rubbing and caressing her pussy, but now added his tongue, mimicking the actions of his fingers.

  “Please! Please! Just fuck me!” she pleaded.

  “Not yet, my sweet. Now be a good girl.”

  He inserted a finger into her hole, slowly teasing her as his thumb pressed against the toy, creating more vibrating pressure on her clit. She moaned and he put another finger inside her.

  “You’re so wet and tight,” he murmured. “You’re a naughty, naughty girl. You can barely hold your cum.”

  That was it. His voice, his words, his touch, his tongue, her toy… she was loosing her freaking mind.

  “Fuck me, Michael! Fuck me now or I’ll never forgive you!”

  He lifted her up, pulling her skirt off. His fingers returned to her pussy, working magic and creating havoc on her body. As he licked his way back up her torso, his hot skin rubbed against hers. Somehow, he’d manage to loose his clothing as well. He went back suckling her breasts. She was going to kill him if he didn’t give it to her soon.

  “Please, Michael. I’m begging you.”

  “Oh, Meli,” he whispered. “Your words, the way your body responds, you almost make me forget that you’re technically still a virgin. We need to go slow, or I might hurt you.

  Untangling her hands from her bra, she grabbed a hold of his head and tugged him up. She kissed him deeply, tasting her essence on his lips. Further down, she could feel his hard cock so close, but still so far. She wanted him closer. She wanted him inside.

  Melanie tried to move onto his rod herself, but was unsuccessful. With a frustrated squeal, she broke the kiss. “You will not go ‘slow’,” she growled. “You will fuck me right now.”

  He captured her lips again and plunged into her, all in one smooth glide. She moaned into his mouth as her hole stretched to accommodate his large size.

  Bob had never prepared her for this. Michael was so damn filling, it was painful, but she loved it and wanted more. It actually added to the pleasure she was receiving from her toy and his ministrations.

  “Yes, Michael!”

  With that prompting, he thrust his hard cock into her again. She arched up and put her legs higher, wanting to take more of him. He lifted and grabbed her legs, delving deeper, over and over again, into her wet core.

  Her body shuddered. Her breath labored. She screamed.

  “Come for me, baby,” he demanded.

  Melanie exploded, the mind-blowing pleasure overwhelming her unlike anything she’d ever experienced. He didn’t stop either. He kept on, creating wave after wave of shattering climaxes.

  “Oh, please, I can’t take it! It feels too good! It’s too much!” she shrieked.

  “Stay with me, Meli. Come for me again.”

  His words set off another explosive orgasm. She didn’t know if she was going to cry or faint. He pounded into her, unrelenting, compelling her to give him more until she was she no longer capable of conscious thought. Somewhere in the recesses of her pleasure drunk mind, she felt him tense up and bellow her name. Her body responded by giving one last climax so intense, her vision went black.

  *****

  When she awoke, Michael was holding her against him, nuzzling her ear.

  “You’re the best I’ve ever had,” she murmured.

  “I’m the only one you’ve ever had,” he responded with a soft chuckle. “I’ve never known a woman quite like you, Melanie.”

  “Is that a good thing?”

  He placed a soft kiss on her head. “Yes,” he whispered.

  She yawned and snuggled closer to him, then fell back into a deep, sated slumber.

  Chapter Six

  Michael woke to the muffled ringing of his cell phone. He opened his eyes and squinted, trying to adjust to the light peeking behind the bedroom’s curtains. It was morning.

  Who could be calling him this early?

  Ignoring the cell phone’s incessant beckoning, he stroked Melanie’s hair as he regarded her sleeping form, sure that he was the luckiest guy in the world. She looked peaceful as she slept, with her delicious mouth curved up in a soft smile. He liked to think that he had something to do with that.

  He had never been with a woman who gave so much of herself. She was intoxicating, addictive, and he couldn’t get enough of her. They’d made love three times throughout the night.

  After their first time, like her, he had fallen asleep. He was awakened by Meli’s warm mouth wrapped around his cock, licking and sucking him into another round of bedroom play. He had never imagined that she’d initiate another session so soon, especially having just lost her virginity. But hell, that wasn’t the end to the surprises she’d given him. Meli was damn near insatiable. She soon demanded another encore, climbing up and straddling him, then riding him like an old-west outlaw making a run for the border.

  He wasn’t the fanciful type, but somehow, Melanie had snuck into his heart, and now he couldn’t imagine his life without her in it. He wondered if she felt the same.

  Reluctantly, Michael untangled himself from Meli’s body, taking great care not to wake her. He left the warm bed and went to the bathroom to search for his cell phone, hidden somewhere under the piles of clothing scattered across the floor. When he found it, he checked the missed call log and saw that his phone had been busy.

  Shit. He’d heard ringing during the night’s events, but he thought it was his body’s response to Melanie’s exquisite talents that had caused the phenomena.

  He had over ten missed calls from the station, and three missed calls from h
is psycho ex-girlfriend, Erica. He also happened to have eleven voice messages. Great. He shut his phone and rubbed his eyes in exasperation, not bothering to access his voicemail. His ex must have done something illegal and it involved him in some form or fashion.

  Erica always came in and out of his life like a gust of hurricane force wind, creating chaos on her arrival, then leaving, unconcerned with the disruption she’d caused. The frustrating part was that his ex wasn’t being malicious, it was just her selfish, spoiled, ‘rich daddy’s girl’ nature. She saw nothing wrong with her actions.

  And it wasn’t as if Erica didn’t know that their relationship was over. It was more like she felt that the two-weeks they dated, well over a year ago, entitled her to some form of privilege in his life. Especially since they parted as friends.

  After taking a quick shower, Michael put on his trousers and undershirt before going to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. He thought it best to enjoy some of the morning before he had to face the turmoil of whatever had occurred during the night.

  Walking outside, he drank his coffee on the backyard patio and read more of Ms. Leki’s book, enjoying the peace and solitude of Meli’s private paradise. She had an amazing garden, which included a small tranquil waterfall that led to a tiny pond full of lily pads. Butterflies floated among the flowers and bird song emerged from the trees. Melanie’s little world here was like the woman in so many ways: beautiful, simple, and enchanting.

  “Good morning,” a soft lyrical voice said behind him.

  Michael turned to see a glorious goddess standing at the door, a sheet wrapped under her arms. She was holding a cup of coffee, smiling. The sight of her took his breath away.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” he replied.

  Melanie settled next to him on the padded loveseat, bringing her legs up underneath her. They sat in silence for a while, just enjoying the nature around them. He wished he could do this everyday with her.

  “May I sit on your lap?”

  He was taken off guard by the unusual request. Most women wouldn’t have asked, they would have just done it. He smiled. “Of course you can.”