Page 64 of Worth the Ruin
I’ve beenwith many women in my life. Some might saytoomany. But being with Melody, feeling her lips and body against mine, feeling her soft curves and heated skin…Well, it makes me forget every single one before her. I thought maybe I’d been dreaming when I saw her walking towards me, an unmistakable look in her eyes, and wearing nothing but a tank top—a very thin, didn’t-leave-much-to-the-imagination tank top to be more accurate—and lacy panties that barely cover her ass.
I’ve been dying for this moment. She’s spent months pulling away and putting a wall between us. I’ve been trying to hold out hope that we could somehow find our way back together, to really start this again like we’d been so damn close to doing before. And now the moment is here. She’s finally let me back in and I’ll do damn near anything to keep it that way.
She wiggles her hips, pressing herself harder against my aching cock, seemingly as desperate for me as I am for her. I release her wrists and she wraps her arms around my neck again, tunneling her hands through my hair as I kiss her, rolling my tongue against hers. Hard. Demanding. Dominating. I shiftus away from the wall and grip her perfect fucking ass again. I turn and walk across the room to the dining table and sit her down on the edge.
She runs her hands over my chest and stomach. My abs clench as her fingers skate even lower, trailing down, down…
“Fuck,” I rasp, hissing in a sharp breath when she brushes her fingers over my cock. Even over the sweats, it’s fucking ecstasy. I swear to God I might die if I don’t have her hands on me, skin on skin, but that has to wait. I have other plans…but even so, I clench my teeth and arch my hips forward as she continues to stroke.
“Melody,” I grate, somewhere between a prayer and a warning. “You keep that up and this is going to be over before it starts.”
She pulls back and arches a playful brow at me, her hair tumbling over one shoulder.
“Mr. I Have A Different Girl In My Bed Every Night is going to come already from a little over-the-clothes fondling?”
“First off, it isn’teverynight—and it’s been weeks, thank you very much.” I tried to fall back into the old familiar habits, but figured out pretty quickly it wasn’t going to work. So, I’ve been very busy with other things and have promised so many rainchecks that I’d be cashing them out until I die—if I ever actually planned to do that, which of course I don’t. But Melody was all I wanted, all I could see. It felt wrong to be with any of the others, even when she was shutting me out.
She rolls her eyes, but smiles and leans in to kiss my neck. I’m momentarily distracted, completely forgetting what else I was going to say. There was…something…else…Fuck that feels good. Her fingers continue to glide over my shaft, and her tongue darts out to lick lightly before she pressed her lips to the base of my throat, just over my hammering pulse point. I tilt my head back, giving her better access. I tunnel one hand in herhair, holding her to me, begging her silently not to stop. I finally muster enough strength to gather my thoughts, and remember what I was going to add to the conversation.
“And secondly—” I say a little gruffly as I reach down to place my hand over hers, pressing her palm harder against my cock, and moving our hands together. She makes a sexy little half gasp-half moaning sound. “—Youtouching me is entirely different, Melody.”
She pulls back and meet my eyes, looking for the lie, searching for the line that any guy would say in this moment, but there’s no lie to be found. It isn’t just a fucking line. It’s the truest thing I’ve ever said. Sure, I had plenty of fun with the other girls, but it wasnothinglike this. As fucking corny as it sounds, I know that it’s different because I’m in love with Melody. I have been for a long time, and it makes everything different. Every touch, every tease, every breath, every whisper—it’s all different. It’s allmore.
“I could come just like this,” I tell her, continuing to move our hands together, stroking. She inhales sharply, her pupils expanding before my eyes.Hmm, I think Melody might like a vocal man. Which is fucking perfect, because I love to talk. I hold her gaze as I say, “Feel how hard you make me, Melody?”
She whimpers quietly and her pulse quickens, the beat thrumming wildly at the base of her throat. I would bet good money that she’d love to see me to come like this and the idea makes me even harder.Maybe another time, I think with a smile. I have so many ideas for us, so many things I want to do and experience with her, but for now, I need to earn her screams, as she’d so kindly reminded me.
I gently move her hand away through some kind of Herculean effort that I honestly didn’t know I possessed, and lean in to give her another kiss before she can pout about it. She lets her head fall back as I kiss down her neck, knowing the spotsthat make her shiver and moan already. I suck gently at her pulse point and she widens her knees, shifting her hips closer to the edge of the table and tugging me forward to settle between her thighs.
“Mmmm,” I rumble against her skin as I kiss across her collar bone and lower, over the swell of her breast before flicking my tongue over one jutting nipple.
“Fuck!” she cries. I close my lips around the peak and suck hard, and she groans loudly, digging her fingers into my hair and holding me to her. As if I’d ever fucking leave. “Oh God, that feelsgood,” she moans. I suck and twirl my tongue around and around, and soon she’s writhing against me, bucking her hips and digging her nails into my scalp. I can feel the wet heat of her through my sweats and I groan around her nipple.
“Jesus Christ, Melody,” I grunt, shoving my hips forward against her, unable to stop myself. I pull away from her breast, but she quickly grasps the other with one hand and guides my head down with the other. I grin. My girl knows exactly what she wants and how she wants it. I obey without question, hell bent on doing anything and everything she desires. I lick and nip and suck, moving one hand downward and running my fingers along the lace of her panties—her fuckingsoakedlace panties.Jesus. Fuck.
I don’t waste any time. I honestly don’t think I could tease her right now even if I wanted to. I need to touch her too fucking badly. I pull the lace aside and thrust a finger deep inside her. She gasps loudly, digging her nails into the back of my head. I pull back and hold her gaze as I slowly move my finger, in and out, in and out, making her pant.
“So wet for me, Melody?” I ask, leaning in to bite at her lower lip. “That’s my fucking girl,” I whisper.
“Oh God,” she gasps on a breathy moan, jerking her hips forward, sending me deeper. “More,” she demands. “More, Austin.”
A shudder works its way down my spine at the sound of my name—my real fucking name—on her lips, her commanding me, begging me, needing me.Me. Austin, not Traeger. Not the persona I have to wear like a mask. She’s doing all of this for the real me, the one that so few people know anymore. But Melodyknowsme. Whether she knows every detail from my past or not, she knows me in a way that no one ever has.
I add another finger, groaning at the tight fit. She rocks her hips, arching them in time with my thrusts, fucking herself on my fingers. If that’s not the sexiest fucking thing...I gnash my teeth, the desire hitting me like a fucking Mac truck. I curl my fingers as I pull them back, hitting that spot that should?—
“Fuckkkk,”she moans and I can’t help my smirk. I know a thing or two about these things. But I need more. I withdraw my fingers and grip the edges of her panties.
“These need to go,” I nearly growl, voice low and rough. I tug them down as she lifts her ass, and toss them aside. I step back and hold her gaze as I slowly sink to my knees in front of her. Her eyes are wide, her entire body trembling. “Show me, Melody. Show me just how fucking wet you are for me.”
She bites her bottom lip and then with the sexiest, sultriest look I’ve ever seen, slowly spreads her knees.
Fuck. Me.
I scrub a hand over my mouth as I take her in, the sight so fucking sexy I nearly lose it right here and now like a fucking teenager.
“Mm, mm,mmm. The termmouthwateringcomes to mind, Melody.”
She inhales quietly, but quirks a brow in challenge and presses her knees even further apart in clear invitation.
