Page 17 of Silent Vigilante
“My turn—” A breathless moan freezes her hands when my fingertips flutter over the tiniest dip in her stomach, but I don’t touch her until she adds verbal confirmation to the permission in her eyes. “Please, BJ.”
I swear I’ve seen her sign those exact words a million times the past decade, but this is the first time they’ve been delivered with sheer desperation sparked in her eyes.
When my index finger sweeps the skin hidden by her panties, it dawns on me that I need to move our exchange to a better location. Melody’s knees buckle so fiercely, I scoop her into my arms without considering where the throbbing rod projecting from my crotch will land. It jabs Melody in the ass, producing a combined moan and whimper from her mouth.
It’s a sexy noise that switches our exchange from innocent to adulterous in under a second. Mouths collide, hands wander, and we land on my bed in a twisted, sexy mess.
I inch back so she can see my lips before saying, “Tell me if you want me to stop.” When she silences my worry by pulling my mouth to hers by the back of my head, I spear my tongue between her lips. I kiss her hungrily like she could vanish at any moment—I’m certain this is a dream because it’s too mind-hazing to be real.
I kiss her all over from the column of her neck to the sexy little indent of her belly button. Then I drop my lips even lower than that. When I stop my pursuit a mere inch from the damp crevice of her hot pink panties, Melody balances herself on her elbows before glancing down at me. “If you stop now, BJ, I will never disclose where I reburied our time capsule.”
“You reburied our time capsule?”
“Yes,” she signs before pushing my head closer to the area growing more heated with each ticking second. “I didn’t want you to find the love letter I wrote to you.”
Like I can get any thicker, my cock makes a quick liar out of me. Even Melody whimpers when it digs into her shin. Or is she moaning? They sound about the same.
“You wrote me a love letter?”
“Yes.” As her thighs spread wider, the musky, mouthwatering scent surrounding me increases. “I also told my mom you were allergic to peanuts because I hated when you gave her gaga eyes every time she made you your favorite cookies.”
“I didn’t give her gaga eyes.” I did, but since I’m an inch away from a pair of panties that no amount of darkness can hide their dampness, I don’t need to admit that right now. “If it makes you feel any better, I told Mr. Ferreter I would poison his apples like the witch did in Snow White if he kept pairing you with Jade Sierra.”
“Jade… the boy I did rubbish duty with for merit points?” When I nod, Melody laughs. I love that even with our sexual chemistry at an all-time high, we can still banter. “That was in the third grade, BJ. What harm could he have done?”
“Who cares that it was the third grade. I saw the way he looked at you.” I playfully suck on the silky-smooth skin high on her inner thigh. “He didn’t volunteer to pick up trash for merit points.” I lick the section of skin I marked before placing another bite a few spots higher. “He was there for you.”
Melody’s laughter vibrates down her body. It’s barely noticed over the frantic shake of her thighs from my hot breaths fanning her barely concealed pussy. “You are poorly mistaken, Mr. James. Jade is gay.”
“Now. He wasn’t back then.” I make my words extra breathy, ensuring her excitement remains higher than her wish to argue. Even though sign language should technically slow her down, she can talk underwater.
“He didn’t flip a gay switch, BJ. He was born that way.” Her knees curve inward when my fingers creep inside the waistband of her panties. She’s always up for a debate, but I’m confident she’s five seconds from waving the flag of defeat.
“He liked you, Melody. I would put money on it.”
“Not as much as I liked you,” she signs sneakily.
Her confirmation that she’s liked me as long as I’ve been fascinated with her spikes my heart rate to an unsafe level, but I play it cool. “You are just saying that because I have my fingers in your panties.”
Her reply is a unique mix of moans and hand gestures. “Is that so?”
“Uh-huh.” It’s the fight of her life to keep her eyes on me when I flutter the tips of my fingers over her wetness. My touch is super soft, but there’s no doubting we’re treading into foreign waters. “Have you ever touched yourself here, Melody?”
My dick throbs with want when she confesses, “Yes. More than once.”
Loving her honesty, I push our friendship into a dark and temperamental zone. “Did you think about me when you touched yourself?”
I’ve never been overly confident. Some would even say I’m shy, but not an ounce of coyness is invading me now. I truly feel on top of the world—even more so when Melody hums out an agreeing moan.
“Will you touch yourself now? Then you can show me what you like.”
I anticipate a stern no—we only kissed on the mouth for the first time twenty minutes ago—so you can imagine my shock when she briefly nods before skimming her right hand down her sweat-misted stomach.
When her panties hide the move she’s trying to show me, I hook my thumbs into the waistband and guide them down her thighs. It feels like someone snaps an elastic band around my cock when the image of her thumb circling her clit swamps my vision.
I’ve never done anything like this before. I thought Mr. Patterson’s graphic sex education videos two years ago were to blame for my lack of interest. Only now am I realizing that wasn’t the case. It was because I didn’t want to do this with anyone who wasn’t named Melody. We’ve done everything together, so it’s only right we cross this off our list together as well.
“Let me try.” The pink hue stretched across Melody’s chest deepens when I replace her thumb with mine. I press down on the little bud that appears to have its own pulse before swiveling it like she did. “Does that feel good?”
