“But you didn’t bring your car?” She arched an eyebrow.
“I can walk. It will only take me fifteen minutes.”
She eyed me suspiciously. “Maybe. But it's cold out there. And dark. Why don’t you just stay on the couch?”
“Sure, if you’re OK with that, it’d be great.”
She nodded and got up. “Let me bring you some bedlinen or something. The couch is comfortable. Trust me. I’ve fallen asleep there more than once.” Somehow the idea of a sleeping Melinda did nothing for me wanting to fall asleep. Instead, certain body parts suddenly came back alive with a vengeance.
“Here,” she brought me a pillow and a blanket, handing it over to me from afar like she was afraid to touch me. I smirked and took the items from her, throwing the pillow on the couch and started to strip.
Rocket barked.
Melinda yelped.
They were a lot alike. I could see why Rocket picked her out of all people when looking for a sanctuary. “Thanks,” I said, tucking myself in under the blanket.
“Anytime,” Melinda said from her bedroom door before she shut it, leaving me alone.
It was quiet. I could hear her moving around in her room, probably changing, and once I started to imagine her naked, the want for her hit me full force. My cock reminded me of the release it still needed after the build-up of sexual tension in the hot tub. I pushed my boxers down and then lifted my head to make sure her door was shut before I wrapped my hand around my cock.
I hissed. Thinking of her had made me so hard I was sensitive to touch, but it felt too good to stop. I closed my eyes and envisioned Melinda on her knees, taking my cock deep into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat. Her tongue would dash out, licking the pre-come off the slit and swallowing it like the dirty girl she was. I bet she hid her dirty side underneath all those name−brand clothes.
A grunt lodged in my throat, and I took the pillow from around my head and shoved it over my face as I set my sound free. I groaned into the pillow, jacking myself swiftly. It wouldn't take long now.
“Oh, yeah, like that, Melinda. Just like that baby,” I egged the dream Melinda, on and her hand came up, fondling my sack, and I pushed her away, then pulled her onto my lap, spread her legs apart and guided my cock into her tight sheath.
I knew her pussy was tight. Melinda was a good girl. I knew she dated, but I bet that pussy was made for me. It would hug me just right, suck me deep until every inch of me was taken, and my sack was settled against the perfect curve of her ass.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I cursed into the pillow when my orgasm approached. I wasn’t done. I wanted to keep thinking about Melinda, her body on top of mine, grabbing her perky tits as she rode me.
My toes curled.
I hoped this wouldn't wake Melinda. I’d be horrified if she caught me doing something like this. This was something someone did in private, this wasn’t a show, but a part of me wondered what would happen if she came out of her room right now, my cock in my hand, my muscles tensing, my breath harsh.
Would she just stand there?
Would she join me?
Would she touch herself and watch me?
So many ideas, so many wants, so many scenarios that needed to play out. If she came out here, I wanted just to watch as she played with herself. I wouldn't let her have an orgasm until I did so that we would be chasing the high together. It'd be a vision to see her fall apart.
All because of me. All because of her need and desire for me, and then after we took the edge off, I’d bring us right back to it, worshiping her body like it deserved to be worshipped.
The thought of us finally crashing together had my spine-tingling. “So close,” I muttered, dipping my thumb into the slit to gather the fluid to use as a lubricant. I thought of the kiss back in high school, then the kiss in the hot tub, and how different yet familiar it was all at the same time. Familiar, but better.
So much better, hotter, like we knew what the hell we wanted, and we wanted each other. I squeezed the tip of my cock right before the first stream of come squirted on my belly. “Melinda,” I moaned, thrusting my hips up while I still dreamed she rode me.
I was sweating, gasping for air, and tossed the pillow off my face. I was a mess. “Damn it,” I hadn't prepared for this. I had no tissues, and no trashcan near me. I got up and walked to the bathroom to clean up. My reflection stared back at me in the mirror, and that was when I saw just how gone I was for Melinda.
I was nowhere near ready to call it a night thinking about her. My cock was rock hard like the previous orgasm didn't even matter, and my mind still raced with the thought of her moaning my name as she rocked herself to orgasm on top of me.
“Damn it,” I splashed some cold water on my face to slow down the lust. She was only in the next room over. That was all. It would take a knock. One little knock for her to open that door and let her see what she had done to me.
No, that wasn't fair. I couldn't let her see me like this. I'd told her I wouldn’t impose. I meant it. Instead, I turned the knob to the shower, not bothering letting the water heat up and stepped inside. The cold water hit my hot neck and back, and soon it calmed my racing heart. The liquid ice made its way around my front and slid over my shaft, relaxing and soothing the ache.
The last time I had a cold shower because of a woman, I was sixteen years old dreaming about my English teacher. Leave it to Melinda to make me do teenage things again. I pressed my palms against my eyes and let out a breath. No matter how much I wanted her, we had worked too hard to let this get in the way of the resort. She had uprooted her entire life to be here.
