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Stuffing the last bit of cheese in her mouth before throwing her plate in the trash, Melody stealthily makes her way to the pool house. Ensuring that no one had noticed her absence, she stepped inside. Standing still, her eyes try to adjust to the darkness of the space as she gathers her bearings.
She came in through a side entrance that fed into a dark hallway. She could hear her own breathing, rough and shallow with… what was it? Excitement, maybe? Naughty anticipation? Or was it apprehension, nervous energy swilling around her gut, making it hard to breathe?
She was feeling the walls, trying to find a light switch, when a pair of strong hands reached out from an open doorway, pulling her into the dressing room.
The space is large and one she is familiar with. It has rows of drawers and cabinets with bathing suits of every size, a large ottoman bench in front of a dressing mirror, several shower stalls, and a makeup table. Everything is bathed in creme and gold accents.
Nash pushes her further into the room and quickly locks the door.
Turning away from the door, he stalked towards her slowly. The dark look on his face, so far from the goofy smiles he had given her earlier, made her heart flutter in her chest and her fists tighten in anticipation. He looked like a man possessed. He had only one thing on his mind. HER.
With only centimeters between them, she leans forward, pushing her body into his, forcing him to touch her. He runs his hands down her body and over her dress in frantic swipes. Stopping suddenly as his fingers explore her ass over the thin material of her dress. She could see the shift in his demeanor the moment he realized that she had given in to his wishes and come to the party without panties. For him. Only for him would she do something like this. Melody can't seem to say no to his wishes, even when good sense should dictate a different response.
He groans into her shoulder, giving it a playful bite.
“You did come prepared, didn’t you?” He says, kissing his way over her exposed shoulder and chest. “Did you come ready to be devoured by me, Melody? I would be more than happy to oblige.” His hands reached under her dress, roaming over her uncovered hips freely.
"I needed to feel your skin, Melody," he mumbles, almost incoherently, fevered.
She gives into the feeling, the warmth crawling over her skin with each word he utters and every lingering touch of his rough hands on her skin. He continues his path, kissing down her chest and onto the swells of her breasts that were peeking out of the top of her dress. He yanks it down roughly, freeing her from the confined space of her strapless top. He stops, his eyes feasting on her. Hard. Breath teased at her nipples, the silence making it hard for her to keep still.
Nash
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After a moment of pure reverence for the beauty of her bare breasts spilling out of her dress, he groans roughly. Lifting her up to sit on the counter. Breasts swaying softly with the movement. He takes a step back. His gaze taking her in. Trying to commit the lines of her body to memory, he quickly steps back into her. He can't help it. He pulls one breast into his mouth, sucking at it gently, testing what she likes.
Her eyes are glued to his mouth, lips parted as her pupils darken with desire. She grabs his hair, roughly pulling on the short strands, simultaneously pushing him roughly into her chest. He groans as his body reacts, sending goosebumps down his arm and right to his dick. A tug on her nipple with his mouth sends Melody's neck arching back. He groans mentally, patting himself on the back at having found something she likes.
Popping her nipple out of his mouth, Nash looks right into her eyes. "I need more Melody." He says gruffly. Wanting so badly to be buried deep inside her, but also knowing he would be absolutely shattered if she regretted a single second of it. She needs to set the pace. He needs to know what her limits are.
She stares up at him, eyes glazed, blinking slowly, almost as if trying to understand the words that just left his mouth. Her chest is heaving with each breath.
Chapter Nine
Melody
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I need more Melody.
She knows she should say something, but what? Yes, I need more, too. Please fuck me.
A small part of her, ok fine, a huge part of her, knows that sex with Nash would not only be earth-shattering, but it would also be the final nail in the coffin. She would either fall in so deep she wouldn't be able to let him go or have a whole lot of guilt and regret. You just can't really come back from something like that.
A sharp knock on the door pulls her out of his gaze. "Graham! Graham! Are you in there?" Jens' shrill voice seems to pierce their makeshift haven.
Nash shuts his eyes in irritation as he lets out an exaggerated sigh. He grabs her jaw lightly between his fingers, bringing her face closer to his, inhaling deeply, and nuzzling her hair.Gooseflesh breaks out on her arms as his mouth closes in on her ear.
He pulls back from the counter and brings her to a seated position between his legs. Her back to his chest. She is still bare from the waist up but completely at ease in his embrace.
"Graham is not here right now. Just Nash." He breathes out, taking a nip at her ear, running his tongue down her neck, sending shivers down her body. She whimpers and wriggles in his arms, feeling the tell-tale signs of arousal running through her body once again. Her head falls back against his chest, relaxing further into his arms. She would let him do anything to her in that moment. It was a heady feeling, the simultaneous trust and want coursing through her.
The knocking continues. Now, it was Melody's turn to sigh loudly. "Jen.” She grates out roughly, eyes locked on Nash. “Graham is not here."
After a beat, Jen huffs out. "Oh, okay, whatever.” Stomping her heels on the way out. They continue to sit in silence, letting the moment pass, neither of them willing to ruin these stolen moments. The party outside is in full swing, voices getting louder and the splashes from the pool more aggressive as more bodies seem to enter.
"What do you want to do, Melody?" Nash asks her, a deeper meaning flickering in his beautiful brown eyes.
