Melt (8 page)

“No, but I do need something else. That gorgeous pussy on my
mouth.”

She rose and gestured to the floor. Much to his pleasure,
her face was as flushed as if she’d had an orgasm. “Lie down.”

A smile teased his lips. Seeing her own form in response—she
had so many variations of smiles, and he’d grown adept at reading her moods
from them—went a long way to smoothing out the rawness in his gut. Bruises and
scratches aside, she hadn’t been injured too badly last night. And Rob hadn’t
broken her. Sexually or emotionally.

She was okay.

He lay down and extended his hand, winding his fingers
around her wrist and drawing her down on top of him. Her hair fell forward as
they linked hands, and she poised above his cock, her thighs widening just
enough for the tip of him to flirt with drenched heat. Back and forth she
rubbed, the fire in the hearth mirrored in her eyes. He felt as if he were
staring into the center of a flame, the blue growing and licking at the dark of
her pupils. Her palms pressed his into the carpet as she angled forward,
dangling her breasts over his waiting mouth like low-hanging fruit. He sucked
one peach nipple, dragging his tongue ring over the sensitive skin until he’d
taken half her breast into his mouth.

“Moan for me,” he breathed against her flesh.

A cry ripped from her throat. She pulled a hand free and
laid it against the side of his face, directing him with the pressure of her
gaze. “How does my skin taste?” Her nails grazed his temple when he skimmed the
ring against her swollen nipple. “Do you like sucking my tits, Justin?” The
question ended on a whimper.

Between the sound of her husky voice, the tight bud pressed
against his tongue, and the slippery cream trickling over his cock, how the
hell was he supposed to remember his promise not to want more than she could
give? She made him crave all her tomorrows. One day with her would never be
enough.

“You’re delicious.” She cried out again as he bit down and
marked her skin. “Just like that sweet pussy of yours. Better than any whipped
cream in the world.”

She released a strangled half laugh. “You say the most
flattering things.”

“Glad you approve.”

“I do. But I’d rather your mouth be busy doing something
other than talking.”

“Oh yeah? What would that be?”

She moved higher up his belly, trailing her enticing wetness
as she forced more of her flesh into his mouth. “Take a guess. It involves that
tongue ring and a waterfall.” She grinned. “Least it feels that way to me right
now.”

He reached down to cup her ass, spreading his fingers wide
to encompass as much of the perfect handfuls as he could. One finger slipped
lower, searching out the source of the flood his mouth watered to taste. She
wiggled to give him room, and he speared her with his fingertip. God, so
fucking hot. Her inner walls rippled to hold him inside as he drew more
strongly on her breast, taking his cues from the liquid coursing down his
knuckles. He pushed against the swollen ridge of flesh and reveled in her
gasps.

Her trembling knees locked around his sides as she rode his
finger, her delicate tissues clenching from the orgasm shuddering through her
body. She threw back her head and bore down against him, moaning her
displeasure when his teeth released her reddened nipple.

Enough was enough. If he didn’t get her pussy in his mouth,
he’d lose his damn mind.

He grasped her hips and pulled her forward on his chest
until she was straddling his head. Even smelling her fresh climax made his
balls feel on the verge of bursting. He pressed the flat of his tongue against
her distended clit. More juice exploded on his tongue as she pinned his left
hand against the carpet.

“Yes, God yes. Suck me.”

He already was. Hard.

Their fingers tangled desperately. No matter what he did to
her, she bent her body to maintain her grip on his hand. That she fought to
hold on to him only increased his own need.

“I’m so close. It feels so good.”

For me too baby
,
he wanted to say, but he couldn’t drag his mouth away long enough to speak.

Trying to slow things down, he probed her with the tip of
his tongue, fucking her slit as gently as he could manage when his cock was
about to spontaneously combust. As soon as he pressed his ring against her
still quivering flesh, she started to come again, her hips bucking against his
face in complete abandon.

“God, yes. Justin. Don’t stop. Just like that.”

He drank her down, swallowing every drop until all he could
smell, all he could taste was Kylie. She was inside him, ruling him. Driving
him past everything he’d known before.

She finally crawled away. Still panting, he turned his head
and tried to focus his blurry eyes on the fire. His lungs ached with his held
breaths, and his cock was so hard a single touch would make him blow. Seemingly
oblivious to his predicament—though he thought the purpling head of his shaft
was a strong clue—she turned back, condom in hand, and moved to sheath him.

Justin shook his head and forced out a breath. “I’ll do it.”
He grabbed the condom and forced the latex over his erection as fast as
possible, wincing at even that much friction. He’d be lucky if he got off two
strokes before he came.

Teasingly, she pinched the end of the rubber. “Barely fits.”
Her smug whisper next to his ear had him grinning.

“Your fault.”

“
Mmmhmm
.” She stepped over him,
cupping her breasts, and stood with one foot on each side of his hips. That she
enjoyed her body so freely stoked his own desire. “And I intend to enjoy every
inch.”

When she started to lower herself, he shook his head again
and reached up to give her ass a gentle smack. “Other way.”

Interest fired in her gaze. “You
are
a bad boy.”

“Not that other way. Not yet.” He let out a low laugh as she
turned around and crouched, wrapping her fingers around the base of his length.
The vise of her hold acted like a cock clamp, simultaneously cutting off blood
flow and increasing the pressure in the tip. “Fuck, woman,” he growled.

She smirked at him over her shoulder. “About to.”

He drew up his knees to give her some leverage. She planted
her feet and sank onto him, her long moan filling the room as she took him all
the way in. Sweet fuck, her pussy was still convulsing, residual waves that
traveled the length of his dick. He grabbed her hips, his thumbs digging into
the swells of her ass. Her peach cheeks were flawless, but the purple and
yellow bruises mottling her back tamped down on his need to brand her skin with
his hands. She was already marked enough.

“Ready for me?”

“Yes,” she hissed, squeezing him until his view of her
supple back splintered with embers from the fire. Except this one was in his
head, enveloping everything.

Groaning, he lifted his hips and buried himself balls-deep.
Staring at himself embedded in her body, feeling the incredible sensation of
being cradled by her damp heat, snatched away the control he had left. Her
thighs and ass flexed as she rode him, her nails digging into his knees while
she bounced. Somehow she reached down to roll her thumb over his sac, and he
cursed, rewarding her with a slow swivel of his hips as he drove home again and
again.

“God, you feel so…”

“Yeah.” There were no words, especially when their harsh
breathing and unintelligible grunts filled the room. Still, a noise distantly
reached his ears. A thump. Once, twice. Kylie never seemed to notice.

With his nerve endings scraped raw, his muscles tautened
like piano wire, he glanced at the foggy front door. They’d been doing enough
heavy breathing to permanently cloud the glass. But with one glimpse of the
hulking shadow on the opposite side of the door, he knew who was watching them.

“Kylie,” he murmured, running his hand up her damp back. She
shivered under his touch, but she only moved faster, taking him into her body
hard enough that he groaned with each pass.

“Fuck me.” The words were a moan. “Make me not remember
anymore.”

Did she know Rob was there? He couldn’t see her face, didn’t
know if her eyes were closed. But he couldn’t stay silent. She had to know—

“Kylie—” He gritted his teeth and tried to speak through the
intense pleasure hammering his system. She was so lubed up, their bodies
separated and joined with delirious ease, the wet sounds of their passion one
more thrill.

She rubbed her clit, her fingers skimming his dick every
time he forged in and out. “Oh yeah. Right there.” Her scream almost tore him
in two, but the follow-up of her juice bathing his cock finished him off. “So
good.” She moved faster, milking her climax for all it was worth. “God, I love
fucking you,” she panted.

“Oh yeah, yeah, baby. Drench me in that cream.”

He surged up again, muscles straining, his gaze ping-ponging
between their unwelcome observer and her sweet, undulating body. The anger
inside him climbed right along with the need until his expelled breaths scalded
his throat.

She’s mine, you
bastard. Watch while I show you. While I make her come like you never did and
never will…

“I can’t take it.” She pulsed around him, white-hot and
tight, urging him to let go. “Justin, please. Give it to me.”

His orgasm roared through him, so overwhelming and
all-consuming his vision blackened and his body numbed. Even as she held on to
his legs, something inside him ripped free. He shuddered again and again,
adrift in the ecstasy she’d brought him.

Finally lucidity returned. As his eyes opened, he saw Kylie
slumped against his
updrawn
legs, her back glistening
with sweat. She rubbed her cheek against his skin and murmured softly, but he
didn’t hear what she said. His gaze was on the man who’d yet to leave the front
stoop. Though he couldn’t see his face, his fury might as well have flattened
the door blocking his entry.

Time to face the
dickweed
he’d
wanted to throttle since last night.

“Kylie,” Justin whispered, but she’d already heard the
sudden renewed pounding at the door, along with her bellowed name.

Her lax, loose form stiffened. He hated watching her
shoulders brace, hated even more when she slid off him and drew herself to her
feet. A flash of pain crossed her face as she rubbed the bruise on her thigh
and flexed her legs. Her muscles had to be trembling from the position she’d
just been in, but she quickly began to dress.

“I’ll handle him.”

“We’ll handle him,” he corrected, standing to pull on his
jeans. “You aren’t alone anymore.”

She shot him an impatient glance, then hurried toward the
front door, flinging it open just as Justin reached her. “Rob, we’re a little
busy,” she began, but Justin only saw the lifted fist in the air, coming down
in slow motion toward her gorgeous face.

No fucking way. Not again. Not in his home. Not Kylie.

His brain didn’t engage, but his body sure did. He pushed
her out of the way and flew out the open door into the blinding snow, his
forward motion driving him into the huge man dominating the stoop. Rob had to
be six feet two and two fifty at least, but the size mismatch didn’t slow
Justin for an instant.

The fucker was going to pay.

“You like to hit women? You like to hurt them to get your
rocks off?” Spitting his words, Justin gripped Rob’s shoulders and shoved him
back, propelling them both down the two steps. A thin layer of ice glazed the
snow, making just maintaining his footing difficult when the other guy decided
to shove back.

“Hit women? Are you crazy? I’ve never hit my woman.” Rob
clearly didn’t have the same reservations about hitting
him
, however, because one of his meaty paws plowed into Justin’s
cheek before he could duck.

“Rob! Justin! Are you two fucking nuts?” Kylie hurtled
between them, her face a pale mask of anger and fear. She grabbed both men’s
shirtfronts, but Justin nudged her firmly out of the way before returning the
gift he’d just received.

Except when Justin’s fist connected with flesh and bone, he
didn’t stop. He rained blows on Rob’s face, not hearing his shouts, not
recognizing Kylie’s frustrated screams.

They fell to the ground, scrabbling like wild beasts in the
packed snow. Justin didn’t feel the cold, didn’t notice the wind-driven flakes
pelting his face. Hell, he barely saw Rob’s watery green eyes swelling shut.
All he could see was the smug smile of the man who’d wielded a belt on his
mother.

Never again.

“He didn’t hit me. He never hit me. Justin.” Kylie yanked at
his arm, pulling him back. “It’s my fault he’s here. I called him to tell him I
was okay—”

Shock rolled through Justin’s system. “You called him?” His
attention switched to her for a moment, just long enough that Rob’s mammoth
fist rammed directly into his eye.

And everything went black.

Kylie paced back and forth between Justin’s living room and
his kitchen, lacing and unlacing her fingers. The police had come and gone, and
both sides had agreed not to press charges. Rob had asked her if she’d lost her
mind to get involved with such a whack job, and at the moment she wasn’t sure
she could argue. The look on Justin’s face when he’d leaped at Rob—

She shuddered. She’d never seen that much fury before. The
kind of fury that could kill.

At first, discovering all the new sides and aspects of
Justin had been fun and exciting. Alluring, even. Clearly she hadn’t scratched
the surface of him in college. But this…what the heck had she done? Jumped
right from the fire pit into the bowels of hell?

She swallowed and pressed her palm against the pain drilling
into her temple. She’d gone from the pinnacle of ecstasy to the depths of
terror with barely a minute to breathe. No wonder a mariachi band had taken up
residence in her skull.