Page 37 of Nothing Like Your Ex

“Not you getting in trouble in front of company,” Saiko joked, interrupting the reprimand. “Hey, Melo.”

“What’s up wit’ it? Yo’ girl don’t like to listen.”

“I do when you make me,” Kwinn defended, letting him know that he had before and could again. That’s if he wanted to. Catching her drift, Melo nodded.

Saiko chuckled. “Well, alrighty then. I’ma let you go, sis. Text me later. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

The call disconnected, and she kept eye contact with Melo. The sexual energy between them was so intense that it made Kwinn’s stance waver. She’d been trying to keep her desire for him at bay since she arrived, and she was sick of pretending. Flirting, kissing, touching, and finding every excuse not to take things all the way were cool, but Kwinn wanted some dick now.

Preferably the one that belonged to Melo’s tall, fine, Black ass. The way his heavy artillery pressed against her in the bed that morning, she just knew she’d be walking different for days. She had enjoyed the anticipation at first, but between the way he looked at her, the things he whispered in her ear, and the way his hands seemed to find her waist whenever they were close, her patience had damn near run out. Her hormones were raging, and she wasn't ashamed to admit it.

Erasing the distance between them, Melo stepped her way. His closeness and musky cologne made her breaths heavy. Kwinn bit her bottom lip out of habit, and the way his eyes seemed to darken made her nerves vanish.

“Every time you look at me like that, it makes my dick hard,” Melo expressed, reaching for her wrist.

Boldly, knowing she was about to stake claim to it, Kwinn slipped her hands inside his shorts and gripped his meaty dick.

“I like that,” Kwinn cooed as he hardened.

“And I like when you listen. Take these shorts off.” Melo tugged at the string, untying it before Kwinn scooted back.

She wanted nothing more than to do as she was told, but she wanted to get clean first. “I will but let me shower first.”

Nodding, Melo adjusted his dick. “A’ight. I’ma let you have some privacy, but I’ll be back.”

She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. “You better.”

Melo smirked and headed out of the bedroom, only to enter another one right down the hall. After being out all day, a nice shower was calling his name. He would’ve preferred taking one with Kwinn, but figured it was too intimate right then. Plus, Melo was a man with discipline. He hadn’t made it this far in life without having restraint.

Back inside the main bedroom, Kwinn tidied up her things before stepping into the bathroom. She took her time in the shower, hoping the steaming water would help calm herself down. It didn’t. If anything, it made her want him more. With a pep in her step, she climbed out twenty minutes later, wrapping a towel around her.

After brushing her teeth and washing her face, Kwinn moisturized her damp sienna skin that had a gorgeous tan. Slipping the tiny red chemise with lace trim detailing over her head, she admired her body in the mirror. The soft fabric clung to her curves, while her pussy played peek-a-boo thanks to the high side slits. It was made for easy access and movement, and Kwinn knew exactly what she was doing when she packed it. She stood in the mirror after brushing her loose curls and cupped her breasts.

“You look good, girl,” she whispered with a small smile. “Now, let’s go put this pussy on him real proper.”

She choked on weed smoke and the pep talk she gave herself when she pulled the bathroom door open. Not expecting him to be there, Kwinn’s heart rate spiked as she placed her clothes inside her suitcase. The lights were dimmed, and music played somewhere in the house. Stretched comfortably across the lounge chair by the windows, Melo was looking entirely too good.

He’d showered and put on a white tank top and black Polo briefs, while a red durag covered his head. A blunt rested between his fingers as smoke curled lazily around him. He didn’t smoke as much as he used to, but his Cali plug had gotten him right.

“Hey,” Kwinn greeted.

“Hey,” Melo responded, smiling. “Feeling better?”

Kwinn nodded. “Yes.”

“Com’ere.”

The lazy drawl of his deep voice, relaxation in his posture, and the intricate art covering his chocolate skin made Kwinn move her feet. He watched her every step, and in seconds, she planted herself between his open legs. Sitting up, Melo kissed her soft belly while dragging a hand up the back of her thigh. Gripping her meaty backside, he pulled her closer and sat back so she could straddle his lap.

“You smell good,” he said, eyeing her with an intensity that made a rush of heat course through her body. “Looking real fucking good, too. How you know this my favorite color?”

“Lucky guess,” Kwinn teased with her eyes trained on his lips.

Coolly, in no rush to slide up in her, though his semi-erect dick was saying otherwise, Melo puffed on his blunt. Extending it to Kwinn, she took a gentle pull and let the potent tree fill her lungs before blowing it out.

“Sexy as a mothafucka and this pussy is so wet, luv. I can feel it through my briefs.”