Page 23 of If the Suit Fits
Things like how she’s an embarrassment. Not good enough. Not special enough.
I discreetly rearrange my cock and ignore everyone who attempts to step in my way, circling my nieces before they think to slap my butt too, then I turn my fast walk into a frantic sprint through the tiny house I still call home.
I don’t live here anymore. But this is my heart. My beginning. This is where my soul comes for replenishment, and my love comes to be refilled.
“Melanie?” I check the dark living room, only to be metwith shrugs and ‘I don’t knows’ from the people who chose to stay inside, so then I move into the hall and open door after door. “Princess? Where’d you go?”
I open my mom’s bedroom door, though I know she would never have come in, then closing it again, I move to the next, and then the next, until I make it to the room I grew up in.
Could she be?
Slowly cracking the door open, I step inside to find her sitting on the end of my bed. But where a young boy’s mind might consider that the ultimate dream, she’s not draped across the covers in Leia’s gold bikini, kinda how I imagined once upon a time. Instead, she hangs her head in shame and hiccups on her breath.
Closing the door at my back and flipping the lock to ensure we’re not interrupted, I meander the five feet to my bed, but when I see the first tear drip from the edge of her chin and splash on her lovely summer dress, I rush to my knees. “Wait. You’re crying?” I inch closer and take her face in my hands, pushing hers away and forcing her eyes to mine. “Why are you crying? You didn’t want that kiss?”
“No! I?—”
She breaks my heart with her ‘no’, and mends it again with the rest of her sentence.
“I liked the kiss.”
“Good.” I release a breath of relief and swipe her tears with the pads of my thumbs. “I was raised by women, with women, around women. But I swear to you, I never quite mastered the myriad reasons women cry. So if you could fill me in, that would be really fuckin’ helpful.”
“I liked the kiss!” Baby blue eyes, wet with her heartache,swing up and hold me prisoner. “And I like this family. I like this home and the love and the acceptance I feel, purely for existing. I like who I could have been, if only I’d known this kind of life. But I don’t, and I didn’t, and I won’t. And the only time I get to experience this is by paying a man for a week.”
“Mel—”
“I’m tryingreallyhard not to trick myself into thinking this is more than it is. Of course it’s not,” she groans. “I’m literallypayingfor your time, so this is a business transaction and nothing more. But I like how itfeelsbeing here.” She chokes on a chest-heaving cry, dropping her head and shaking it side to side. “I like how I feel when you’re doing your job and convincing others we’re real.”
“You liked the kiss?” I scoop her closer, and when she’s on the very edge of the bed, I pull again and drag her onto my lap. Her eyes flicker with fear and wariness. Stunned disbelief, and beneath the tears, treacherous hope. But I have her. Even if it’s just for tonight, even if it’s just for an hour, I have her. So I cross our boundaries and slide my hand beneath her dress, caressing her thigh and working my way around to cup her ass. Before she can talk herself out of what we both so desperately want, I take her neck in my free hand and force her down until our lips touch again.
She tastes of her tears this time, and her lips tremble with heartache instead of nerves. But she takes what I’m offering, sliding her tongue into my mouth and grinding down against my hardened cock like she knows what she does to me.
“Nick…”
“Let us have this.” I reach around and bring her zipper down, the tight cotton of her dress releasing and revealing her back formy touching pleasure. And when she cups my face, her nails digging into my jaw and her teeth latching onto my lips, I dive all in.
She wants me.
It might not last forever, but fuck it, she wants meright now.
“I’ve been dying to know what you taste like since the first moment we met.” I steal my lips from hers and latch on to her neck instead. The gap between her collarbones. Over her racing heart, where her heaving lungs search for more air, and her chest lifts and falls to a dangerous staccato that could undo me if I let it. “It wasn’t part of the deal, I know.” I drag the front of her dress down, allowing her tits to spill free of the material and perfect rosy nipples to fall into my palm. “Fuck, Mel. I’ve thought of you since the beginning.”
“You’ve already tasted me.” She rides my lap and straightens her spine, exposing her chest and whimpering when I take her between my lips. “You kissed me already.”
I bite her peaked nipple and squeeze her ass when she releases a moan that reverberates down to my cock. Then I shake my head and slide her dress up to reveal delicate underwear already soaked through for me. “I meanttasteyou, Princess. And I didn’t mean your mouth.”
She stills and looks down, tears still on her lashes and her lips swollen from my teeth, but when shecouldpanic, or shecouldput a stop to this, she grins instead. “Please do.”
“Fuck!” I throw her backward and slam my hand to her mouth when she squeals. Then, tearing her underwear aside, I bury my tongue in her pussy and revel in the way she bites down on my palm. I thrill at how she attempts to squeeze her knees closed and trap me under her power. But I slap them open againand groan when the crack of my hand against her skin only makes her wetter. “You taste so sweet, Princess.” I suckle on her clit and roll my hips. Though fuck knows, they have nowhere to go. Nothing to grind against. “I sleep in the room beside yours every fucking night and touch my cock while I’m thinking of you.”
Stunned, she attempts to sit up. “What?”
But I push her down again and lap at her delicious release, sliding my tongue from her ass to her clit. I slip two fingers into her tight slit and hold my breath when my balls would embarrass me if given half the chance. When my orgasm teeters on the edge of desperation, and my cock grinds against the zipper of my jeans, begging to burst free and weeping for the touch of a woman. “So tight, Melanie.” I bury my tongue against her asshole and clamp my hand over her mouth when she screams. “So responsive.”
“Nick—”
“I’m gonna need you to ride my cock, beautiful.” Desperate, I reach down and unsnap my jeans. Because I’m afraid if I don’t, I might die. “Slide onto my lap and milk me until there’s nothing left. I’ve wanted this since I first saw you, and I’ve let my imagination do a lot of heavy lifting lately.”
