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Melody shudders when my tongue teases her lips, demanding entrance. She gives it, shivering and holding me tighter as she tastes my tongue—exploring it as I explore her mouth. Her body trembles, like this is all new to her.
Fuck.
I tense, and for a moment, I almost drop this entirely and back the hell away.
It was always my one rule: no virgins. No girls with fantasies of their first time being with “legendary rock ’n roll sex god Jackson Havoc.” Who the fuck knows why, but for some reason, that was always like my one tether back to reality from the tinsel bullshit world of no regrets or consequences.
I wasn’t going to ever be anyone’s first. Not because some ridiculous Disneyworld idea of a first time “being special” or any nonsense like that. But because to me, fucking or being fucked for the first time is pretty much forever linked with misery. With shame.
With a darkness that’s stayed with me ever since.
That and girls who activelywantto lose their virginity to a sweaty, shirtless motherfucker drunk out of his mind and high off his ass in the back of tour bus are fucking psychotic. Or, confused.
Either one is a recipe for disaster in that world.
I pause, and I swear to Christ I’m about to pull back and skip this whole thing. That is…
Until Melody’s tongue delves into my mouth. Boldly. Teasingly. Igniting me and crumbling whatever plastic hazard signs I was about to put up.
She kisses me back, and the brakes go out.
My hand tightens on her jaw, eliciting a moan deep in her chest as she kisses me harder. The hand at the small of her back slips under her shirt, and she shivers as her fingers tighten against my chest. I grip the hem of her shirt, lifting as my other hand drops to help.
And she goes right for mine. She grabs the hem of my shirt, feverishly shoving it up my abs and my chest as she kisses me with a fucking vengeance that sets me onfire.
Holy shit. The timid little prude mask just fell off. And I fuckin’ like it.
We pull away from devouring each other’s mouths just long enough for me yank my shirt off, and then rip hers the rest of the way too. My eyes drop to her tits, spilling out of her lacy bra, and I growl. I mean I literallygrowl, like a starved beast.
Which, after ten years here, might be exactly what I am.
But it’s not just thirst. It’s not that I’m jacked up and rearing to go. It’sher.
I’ve had…offers, in the years I’ve been away. I mean, not offers like I got asme. But “Robbie”, while not an internationally recognized sex symbol, and, you know,nonverbal, has caught the eye of a woman or three in and around Cape Harbor.
Robbie wanted none of that. Because that hunger for flesh in me died the day I walked away.
So, when I look at Melody, and all I want is to tear her fucking clothes the rest of the way off and devour her fucking whole, it’s not because I’ve been without.
It’s because I wanther.
Her bra falls away as my mouth crushes back to her. I groan, relishing the way her hard puckered nipples dig into my chest, and the way her skin feels so fucking soft against mine. At the way she clings to me so eagerly, like she wants this as much as I do.
Kinky is sexy.
Consent is sexy.
But feverish, wanton, uncontrollable lust? Now that’s the ultimate aphrodisiac. And when I feel that emanating off of her very skin when she slams her mouth to mine and claws at my back, I get rock fucking hard.
Melody whimpers when my hands drop to that tight ass and yank her up into me. She gasps, her legs wrapping around my waist as I turn and move to the couch. I drop us both down into it, one hand still grabbing her ass, the other tangling in her pink hair.
My mouth devours her lips and her tongue. Her moans. Her eagerness. She arches her back, moaning my name over and over as my lips slip to her jaw and then the soft skin of her neck. I dive further down, leaving hickeys down the curve of her tits before I wrap my mouth around a hard, light pink nipple, and suck.
“Ohfuck…” She chokes, jolting from the couch and gasping as her fingers shove into my hair.
I smirk to myself. This is me at like five miles per hour, and she’s about to come in her panties for me. But I’m not taking this to top speed just yet.
Top speed with me is…hard. And rough. And…intense. And while so much of me wants to drag us both down into that hedonistic depravity, I also don’t want to freak her the fuck out.
