Page 52 of The Hitch
"Yes, of course. Just a lively discussion," I lie.
"Um, okay. Your two o'clock is here." She looks over at Roman before scurrying away. I raise my eyebrows at him, and he shrugs.
"Should we alert the others?" he asks.
"Not yet. We need to be sure before we raise any alarms. If it turns out to be nothing, then we'll look like fools. If it turns out to besomething, however…." I huff out a sigh. "We'll need everything we can get. The Seraph can't fuck us over. Not like this."
Melody fidgets with her sketching pencil on the couch, stealing glances at me. She's shockingly easy to read, and she has a secret.
"Spit it out, love." I slide a hand to her thigh.
"I'm sorry I yelled this morning," she mumbles. "And I'm bad at shooting."
"You'll get better with practice." Her thigh is so warm and soft, and I want to crawl under her skin. "Did you yell this morning? I don't recall."
"Maybe not yell. But I was irritated. And I'm sorry." She leans into my touch and nuzzles her head into the crook of my arm. "You've been really nice to me."
"Don't tell anyone, but I like you." I lay a gentle kiss on the top of her head and breathe in the scent of her shampoo. Rosemary mint. Delightful.
She mumbles something into my side. I slip my hand from her thigh and lift my arm, allowing her to snuggle in closer. How adorably domestic. This woman has flipped my life upside down and made me feelemotionsother than a desire to possess. If anyone had told me six months ago that I'd be snuggling with a veritable serial killer, I'd have laughed them out the door. I do notsnuggle. But here I am, holding my wife close, smiling idly at the rise and fall of her chest.
"I said I like you, too," Melody pipes up, shifting under my arm. Fuck. My heart. I so badly want to pull her closer and show herexactlyhow much I like her. I want to shower her with presents. I want to marry her all over again. I want to take her around the world and yell that my wife likes me, from the top of the pyramids.
Instead, I settle on a genuine smile and kiss the top of her head again. She sighs happily, then wriggles away from my arm. I raise an eyebrow as she melts to the floor and positions herself between my knees.
"What are you doing, love?" I ask, genuinely perplexed.
"Showing you how much I like you," she giggles and unfastens my belt. Oh, fuck. In a heartbeat, my cock is hard and fighting to release itself from the confines of my pants. Pants should be illegal. Pants are no longer allowed in this household—assuming no one else is home, that is.
I shift in my seat, helping her slide my briefs down, and I can't help but gasp when she snatches my cock in her hands. Everything about her is so, so soft. Her hands. Her mouth. Her plump ass, her squishy belly. I love her softness.
"Have you been a good boy today?" Melody mumbles as she eyes the tiny bead of precum that's already leaking out.
"Such a good boy, I'm the best boy." What am I saying?Good boy?I've never called myself that in my life. But for her? I'll be the best goddamn boy on the planet.
"Mm, yes. You sure are." She gently licks a trail up the underside of my cock, slowly, slower than I can stand. She's got me squirming in my seat like a school boy. And when she lowers her lips to the throbbing head, my eyes roll back as she slowly wraps her lips around it.
"Fuuuuck," I groan and resist thrusting into her mouth. "Fuck, you're so good at that."
"Mmhm," she vibrates around my dick, and I'm on fire. She'ssetme on fire. I am but a simple flame, and she is the inferno. Every gentle lick burns me brighter. She hollows out her cheeks and sucks me in deep—I can't feel my toes. I don't think I need toes, anyway. Toes don't matter.
All that matters is that my wife likes me, and she's got my cock in her mouth. Her hair flutters as she bobs her head, up and down, gulping me in deeper and deeper.
"Can I touch you?" I whisper between gasps. She shakes her head, and I nearly scream at the sensation—not to mention the denial. Fuck, I want to grab her. I want to shove my cock down her throat. I want to dominate her, but she's dominatingme—from her knees. Every forgotten god, every demon in hell, every man that has ever lived and died has never been as lucky as me.
Fuck. I love her. The realization hits me like a train as she expertly slides her tongue around my frenulum, eliciting another gasp. If I'm not careful, I'm going to come right down her throat. Every groan from me invigorates her, and she sucks me down deeper, again and again. Her tongue is magical. Her mouth is magical. She teases the head of my cock and slips my foreskin up and down, masterfully pushing me closer to the edge.
"Please?" I squeak out. "I'm going to come if you don't stop—"
She pulls back, and my cock leaves her mouth with apop. I whine pitifully, but the noise dies in my throat as I watch her peel off her clothes—I couldn't tell you what she was wearing, but every soft curve is unveiled, and I'm about to come from justlookingat her.
"I thought you wanted to breed me?" Melody teases and trails her finger down my chest.
"I do, I do, please—"
"Shush, my good boy. You'll get yours." She straddles my legs and lowers herself down, rubbing my cock along the seam of her cunt. Oh my god, she'sso wet.
"Do you like that? Do you like seeing how wet I am, just from blowing you?" she whispers into my ear.
