Ticket Me More

by Tia Fanning

  Of course, he didn’t think she meant naked. Melanie slid into his arms, minus the sheet. Her skin was soft and smelled wonderful, rivaling the roses in her garden.

  She moved around and changed position. She did it again. She squirmed, she wriggled, and she tried to get comfortable, but to no avail. His dick got hard and near broke through his trousers.

  A coy smile formed on her lips. Could it be that his little forest nymph was plying for attention?

  She shifted again into a sidesaddle position. Her ass was now on his bulge and her breasts were practically in his face, like forbidden fruit tempting him to taste.

  He put one arm behind Meli’s back and reclined her slightly, then captured a nipple, licking and sucking it until it was like a jellybean on his tongue. Meli arched her back, offering more to his greedy mouth. He doubled his assault, lavishing his attention on her other breast. She threaded her fingers in his hair and pulled his head closer while grinding her body against his restrained cock.

  Michael slid his hand down her abdomen. She pulled her knees up and spread her legs open wide for him. He cupped her pussy, letting his thumb rub gently on her clit while his fingers teased at the entrance of her moist center. Her breath grew heavy as he caressed her.

  “Michael… Oh, God. I love your fingers inside me.”

  Technically, his fingers weren’t inside her yet, but he understood the hint. However, he wasn’t going to give in to her that easily. He pulled away from her breast and kissed her mouth deeply, all the while stroking her pussy, his handing gliding up and down the smooth wet folds. He trailed kisses up her neck.

  “What do you want me to do, Melanie? I want to hear you ask for it,” he whispered in her ear.

  “Please, put your fingers inside me.”

  He slid two fingers into her warm, wet hole, but he didn’t move them around. He just let them sit there, filling her.

  “More,” she breathed.

  “What else do you want me to do?”

  She bit her lip and tried to slide her ass forward in an attempt to move her body into his stationary hand.

  Her muscles tightened around his fingers. “No, no, honey. You can’t take what you want. You have to ask for it.”

  “Please, I want you to make me come,” she begged.

  “How?” he asked, increasing the pressure of his thumb on her swollen clit.

  “Fuck me with your fingers.”

  “Good girl.” Michael withdrew slightly and plunged back in. He did it again, and again, building a rhythm that rocked her body with his wrist’s movement. She threw her head back, moaning, her breath unsteady. His lips wrapped around her nipple and flicked it with his tongue. Her body shuddered.

  “Oh, God, yes, yes!”

  Melanie’s pussy clenched, then doused his hand.

  Increasing his speed, he sucked harder on her breast, coaxing more orgasms from her dripping cunt. She grabbed on to his shoulder and dug her nails in, as her shrieks of pleasure filled the air—loud enough to wake the neighbors.

  He lifted his head, but continued his hand’s onslaught of her pussy. “You’re a naughty girl, Meli. Good girls don’t let men finger-fuck them outside, then yell to the world how much they like it.”

  His playful reprimand set off another round of powerful climaxes and she shouted his name. Her juices trickled down his wrist. Was it possible for her to get any wetter?

  “More!” she demanded.

  Oh, he’d give her more, but in turn, she’d give him more.

  He inserted a third finger into her tight pussy and pumped her harder, milking her. “Give it to me, Meli. You give me all your cum.”

  He clamped his mouth down on her nipple, his teeth grazing the taunt bud. Her body shuddered and she cried out. Warm cream spilled forth and flowed over his fingers

  “Again. Now!” he muttered against her breast.

  “I can’t”

  His pinky finger grazed lower, against the soft hole of her ass. She let out a piercing scream and bucked up, then cum gushed over his hand.

  “Good girl.”

  Melanie’s body went slack in his arms, her breath ragged and tears streaming from her eyes.

  Panic engulfed him. “Did I hurt you?”

  She shook her head. He pulled her close and began rocking her.

  “Melanie, tell me what’s wrong.”

  “I’ve-I’ve-I’ve just never come so much,” she sobbed into his neck.

  “You didn’t like it?” he asked as he stroked her hair.

  She sniffled and pulled back, wiping her eyes. “No, I loved it. It was amazing. You’re amazing.”

  Michael couldn’t help but smile. “Then why are you crying.”

  She hesitated, then shook her head as if she answered her own internal question. “I don’t know,” she hiccupped, then put her head back on his shoulder and started sobbing more.

  Michael reached for the sheet and wrapped it around her, then started rocking again. He had a suspicion that his little nymph just told him her first fib.

  “Are you sure?” he asked lightly.

  When she didn’t say anything, he thought he might have offended her. Then she let out a heavy breath.

  “I don’t think any man will ever make me feel what you make me feel. I don’t think I’d be able to let another man try.”

  Michael’s chest swelled. No other woman had ever made him feel so appreciated. He lifted her in his arms and carried her inside, wondering if he could ever find the courage to tell her how much she really meant to him.

  *****

  After they shared a hot shower, Meli lay on the bed and watched him put on his uniform.

  When he was done, Michael sat down next to her and caressed her cheek. “Why don’t you get some rest?”

  “Are you sure you have to leave?”

  “I’m sorry, honey,” he replied. “I have some things to take care of at work. But I’d love to see you this evening? I’m off tonight. How about dinner?”

  Melanie scrunched her cute nose. “I have to go to the shoppe.”

  “That’s okay, I’ll stop by later. Maybe you can show me your creations in process.”

  Her face brightened. “I’d love to.”

  He leaned in and gave her a searing kiss. “Get some rest. I’ll see you soon.”

  She nodded with glazed eyes.

  He smiled and rose from the bed, fighting the urge to stay. He’d like nothing more than to crawl under the covers with Meli and waste the day away holding her in his arms. But sadly, he had to face whatever absurd situation his ex had probably got herself into instead.

  Just as he was about to show himself out, a knock sounded.

  “That’s just Buster from down the street. Tell him I haven’t made the grocery list yet and to come back later,” Melanie hollered from the bedroom.

  He opened the front door to find a teenage boy. He watched recognition dawn on the kid’s face. He stepped out on the porch and shut the door behind him.

  “I’m—uh…” Buster stuttered.

  “Just here to collect your binoculars?”

  The kid’s face turned beet red. “Uh, no… um… grocery list.”

  Michael suppressed his smile at Buster’s embarrassment. Instead, he folded his arms and leaned against the doorframe, leveling the youth with a hard stare.

  “Really. Are you sure?”

  The boy squirmed under the intense scrutiny. He didn’t feel bad for intimidating the kid. Hey, better to deal with this now than later when the kid was older, and getting arrested for being some kind of peeping pervert.

  “Yes?” Buster squeaked.

  “Miss Darling says to come back later.”

  Buster didn’t even say good bye. He practically stumbled over his own feet to rush back to his car. Jumping in, he sped off, then slammed on his brakes to slow down. He must have remembered who was watching him from the porch.

  When the Escort was out of sight, Michael shook his head and got into his cruiser, wondering i
f he and Melanie ever had kids, would they do stupid teenage things, too?

  Michael drove home, contemplating whether or not he should call his ex. His day had been wonderful so far, so why should he ruin it? What could she have possibly done to warrant his immediate attention?

  Unfortunately, his answer stared him in the face the moment he turned onto his street and saw the charred remains of what was once the top level of his two-story house.

  Chapter Seven

  It was late night when Michael drove his truck toward Meli’s shop. On the way there, he replayed Erica’s voice message for the billionth time, hoping to find some clue to her location, or least find some peace of mind in her fateful words. Of the eleven messages left on his phone, ten being from his department, her one had the most impact on him.

  The voicemail recorder came on, announcing that the call was from yesterday, 11:23pm.

  The message started with a ‘shhhh-shhhh’ sound.

  “Hi, Mike. Um, I’m at your house. I was looking for my pair of black crotch-less panties for my date tonight. Since you weren’t home and you didn’t answer your cell the two times I called, I kind of just broke in. I didn’t want the neighbors to know, so I used a—oh, shit, hold on.”

  There was more whooshing noise and mutterings. Then there was a definite “Ouch, friggin’ hot, shit, my nails are melting,” before she continued.

  “Yeah, I didn’t want the neighbors to know, so I used a candle to look around. About that… well, I accidentally caught your bedroom on fire. Don’t worry though, I’ve called 911 for you. Look, I can’t stay much longer, I didn’t find the panties and I still have to get ready for my date. I’ll do the best I can, but the damn fire putter-outer guys had better get here soon. Okay, hugs and kisses, talk to you later. Ciao!”

  Michael slammed his phone shut. He’d spent most of the day trying to get what was left of his house in order. Then spent most of the evening trying to track down Erica, who had vanished from the scene the moment the fire trucks had arrived. One of the firefighters saw her running away, a small fire extinguisher in her hand. She’d been missing ever since.

  Thankfully, the damage to his home looked worse than it was. His bedroom, the attic and the roof were gone, but the rest of the house was okay, just wet. He sniffed his clothes, which had been in the laundry room, and made sure they didn’t smell of too badly of smoke.

  He called his ex’s cell, but she didn’t pick up. He had tried all day to reach her. He’d driven to all her hangouts, even paid a visit to her father’s house to look for her. She wasn’t there. However, the rich bastard offered to pay for all repairs and then some, as long as Michael didn’t press charges on his ‘wayward’ daughter.

  Michael wouldn’t press charges for breaking and entering, or sue for damages. He wouldn’t turn in the claim to the insurance if her father would pay to fix everything, but that still didn’t guarantee Erica’s freedom. She had an arrest warrant out for unpaid tickets.

  Pulling into the parking lot of Darling Bouquets, he parked next to a red Porsche 911 Turbo that looked very familiar.

  It couldn’t be. There was no way.

  He jogged to the entrance of the shoppe and looked inside. So much for Meli not coming out to greet her customers, because there she stood, next to Ben, listening to his ex’s animated speech.

  Fuck! If it wasn’t for bad luck, he wouldn’t have any luck at all.

  Michael opened the door and walked in.

  Erica never turned around. “So needless to say, I have to fly all the way to Paris to get another pair of those panties. And look! Look at my nails.” She held out her hand to Meli and Ben. “The acrylic actually melted. No worries though, I’m getting them fixed first thing tomorrow.”

  “Please tell Ms. Darling why you want to get Officer Johnson flowers after setting his house on fire,” Ben requested, then fixed a pointed glare in Michael’s direction.

  At least Ben bothered. Meli wouldn’t even acknowledge him.

  “I’m just here because Daddy said that Mike was super angry at me about it. So, I thought I’d be nice and get him some flowers. Unique ones, something he couldn’t get himself. I’d buy him a car or something, but Mike was never one you could pay off. I just don’t know what else to get him so he’ll love me still.”

  “He loves you?” Melanie asked quietly.

  Meli turned her gaze to him. Though she appeared calm and composed, he could read the pain in her eyes. She was devastated.

  “Oh, totally. Please, Ms. Darling, you have to take my order. I’ve already filled out all the paper work, spent hours doing so. I’m sorry I couldn’t answer all your questions about his favorite color and such. Just make a quick romantic bouquet, put ‘Officer Johnson’ on the card, and drop it off at the police station. I’ll pay anything you want.”

  “That’s enough Erica. I don’t want your damn flowers,” he growled.

  “Mikey!” she screeched, then ran to his side and threw her arms around his neck. “Do you forgive me then?”

  He uncoiled Erica’s limbs and nudged her away. “I don’t love you Erica. I never have. We dated for two weeks over a year ago. During that time, you slept with three different men. We broke up. That’s that.”

  She pushed out her bottom lip in a pout. “I only cheated on you once.”

  “No, I came home and found you in my bed doing three men. I don’t care if you were fucking all three of them at the same time. To me, that’s still three infidelities.”

  “But—“

  He held up his hand. “That they were brothers means little to me. We’ve had this discussion. They don’t count as one person because they’re related. If anything, it makes the whole thing that much more twisted.”

  Erica stomped her foot. “I only went to your house because all the hired helped at mine are spies for my father. I’d never been with three men before. I was just experimenting. I knew you’d never agree to such—”

  “Damn right I wouldn’t have.” He pointed toward the door. “Now, take your ass to the police station and turn yourself in.”

  “But I thought you weren’t pressing charges?” she whined.

  “I’m not. Fortunately, this little stunt didn’t kill anyone and my house is insured. But you haven’t paid your traffic tickets and that’s against the law. There’s a warrant out for your arrest. So go to the station, have your daddy meet you there, and pray he can clean up this mess, because I’m not doing it this time.”

  Erica touched his arm. “Please go with me?”

  He jerked away. “I’ve played the nice guy ex long enough. When you broke into my truck, shattering my window for a damn lipstick you thought you lost, I let it go. When you went all Zsa Zsa Gabor and slapped the officer that stopped you for speeding, I talked my friend into dropping the assault charges. I could go on, but I’d be here all night.”

  “I thought we were friends,” she said, raising her nose and flinging her hair over her shoulder.

  “We’re not friends. You only call when you’re in trouble, and I’m not going to rescue you anymore. I have better things to do, such as spend time with the wonderful woman I’m in love with.”

  He turned back to the table. Ben sat there, an expression of astonishment on his face, but Meli was nowhere to be found.

  “Where did she go?” he demanded.

  The clerk shrugged. “She left when your ex jumped into your arms. She said something about cleaning up the studio and heading home.”

  As if on cue, Michael heard tires squealing out of the parking lot.

  He took off out the front door.

  *****

  Michael pulled his truck up along side her Volvo speeding down the interstate at eighty-eight miles per hour. He flicked his headlights and gestured for her to slow down. Meli ignored him and actually sped up. He changed lanes and moved his truck behind her car, then pressed his foot further down on the accelerator. He glanced at his speedometer. He was doing ninety-five now.

  The dist
ance between their vehicles increased. Shit. She had to be hitting at least a hundred. He never thought a Volvo could go that fast.

  Fear for her safety mingled with his fury. It was foolish to drive at such high speeds. Thankfully, this portion of the highway was straight and fairly empty, and the weather was perfect. But what if she had a blow-out and lost control of her car? What if an animal ran out in front of her?

  Meli stayed in the left lane, even slowed down to eighty-five and signaled when she had to change lanes to get around some other cars. However, once she was clear of traffic and the road was wide open, she tried to lose him again.

  “It ain’t happening, honey. I’ve been in enough car chases to know how to play this game.”

  The Volvo’s interior lit up. Keeping one hand on the wheel, she dug in the passenger seat, brought something to her ear, cocked her head to hold it to her shoulder, then turned off the light.

  Damn it. She was talking on the phone while hauling ass down the interstate. He was going to beat her, if he could ever catch her.

  His own cell rang. For a moment, he thought Melanie was calling him. Then he remembered, even after all they’ve done together, the never exchanged cell numbers.

  He picked up the phone. “Yeah?”

  “Hey, it’s Erica.”

  “What?”

  “Look, I’m sorry. You’re right. I haven’t been a good friend. So to make it up to you, I’ve convinced Ben to call Ms. Darling to tell her the truth about us.”

  “There is no us,” he bit out.

  “I know. That’s what Ben’s telling her right now. Then afterwards, he’s going with me to the police station. If I don’t go to jail tonight, we’re going to go out for drinks.”

  Michael was surprised to find Meli slowing down to the speed limit. He was still pissed. No matter how angry she was at him, she should never have put her life in danger like that.

  “I have to go. Good luck on your date,” he said, hanging up on Erica as she offered her thanks.

  He followed Melanie the rest of the way to her house, pulling up behind her in the driveway. Parking and turning off the ignition, he jumped out of the truck and went directly to her driver’s side window.