MELONY
Dude has cock.
Uh . . . yes. I don’t think I’ve ever agreed with something as much as I do with that statement. Hollis Knightly, Olympic Diver has cock . . . big, girthy, addictive cock.
Right about now, I want to praise said cock, give it a handshake, hand it a blue ribbon for being the best cock this side of the western hemisphere.
And then there is his tongue. I never knew a muscle could do such destructive damage to my sex life. I’m by no means a newcomer to oral sex. Men have eaten me out before and have done a fine job, but Hollis, he’s in his own league. He licked me so methodically, with a rhythm. It was like he could read my body before I knew what was going to happen. Three orgasms from his tongue. Three!
And then his cock, oh shit, his cock. I’ve never felt so full, so complete with anyone else. He’s ruined me forever.
His fingers run up and down my back with light caresses, it’s soothing. “Are you okay, baby? I wasn’t too hard, was I?”
I shake my head against his chest, my fingers playing with the contours of his abs, which can I just say should be illegal? No man should be this cut; it’s not fair. “No, it was perfect.” I sigh.
Yes, I sighed. He’s sated me.
“Perfect, huh? And here I thought there is always room for improvement,” he teases.
“I don’t know what you could improve.”
“Does this mean you’re impressed? And here you’ve been holding out on me for so long.”
I chuckle. “You were the one taking it slow, I could have fucked you a week ago.”
His hand stops moving along my back as he says, “Yeah, but I don’t want to just fuck you, Melony.”
Melony. Whenever he says my name, I know he’s starting to get serious. For some reason, the sound of my name coming off his lips sounds strange, unnatural. Am I really used to his stupid nicknames for me?
God, help me.
“Yeah, I know you want more,” I answer, grateful I don’t have to look him in the eye right now.
He strokes the back of my head as he says, “Please tell me I didn’t just screw up my pursuit by fucking you. I . . . shit.” His other hand goes to his hair where I can feel him yanking on his strands. “I needed you to feel wanted, Melony, to know that you’re so goddamn special. Please tell me I didn’t just fuck this all up.”
“I’ve never been in a relationship, Hollis,” I tell him honestly. “I don’t do commitments.”
His body tenses and I can tell he’s about to lose it. I can feel his panic.
“Listen,” he speaks softly, his voice wavering slightly. “I know this is scary, giving your heart over to someone, trusting another man in your life, but I promise you, baby, I will only care for you. I’m not going anywhere and I don’t plan on ever hurting you. You’re so fucking special, I want nothing more than to be granted the chance to cherish you.”
“It’s a lot,” I answer.
“We can take it slow.” He links our hands together and rests them on his stomach. “If things start to become too overwhelming, just tell me and we’ll talk about it. Just give me a chance to prove I can be the man you need.”
One question has been burning me ever since I met Hollis, and, if I’m ever going to think about giving in, I have to know. “Why me? You met me once at a photo shoot and decided we were going to get married. How do you even know I’m the one you’re looking for?”
He doesn’t skip a beat when he says, “It was fucking kismet the minute you turned and looked at me. Your eyes sucker-punched me, and I fucking knew you were it for me. It’s in the Knightly blood. My grandpa knew, my dad took one look at my mom and knew, and with you, it was as if everything in my life was building up until the moment I met you. Sometimes, you just know.”
“What if I don’t live up to the hype in your head?”
“Not possible.” He shakes his head, so sure of himself. “You’ve already exceeded everything I’ve ever expected. I mean, shit, baby, you keep me on my toes, you make me laugh, and you put up with my obnoxious behavior. And, you’re the perfect fit for my giant dong.” And there he is.
That makes me laugh. “Oh my God, don’t say that.”
“What? It’s true. Your pussy ate my cock. That little lady was hungry.”
“You’re ruining the moment.”
“Were we having a moment?” Hollis asks, laughter still in his voice. “Shit.”
“Why do I put up with you?”
He lifts me up and places me on his stomach, forcing me to look at him. His blue eyes blaze up at me, spearing me right in half. The scruff on his jaw darkens his features, pushing him over the edge of sexy to smoldering. But not only is he hot, like ungodly hot, but he’s sweet, caring, loving, and one cocky bastard. The combination is catastrophic. There is no way I could end this with him right here, even if I wanted to. I still want him, but not just his body. I want his soul.
“You put up with me because you can’t get enough of my witty banter. Repartee is a vital component to a healthy and successful relationship.”
“Why is that something you would say?”
“I read books, remember? My Kindle? Did you think I just found out how to edge out your pussy like a master? No, I read that shit and studied it. Romance novels are my best friend.”
Well, hell. I guess that makes them my best friend too.
“Now, answer me two things. One, what kind of praises do you want to sing to my cock?”
I roll my eyes and try to get off him but he holds me still.
“I’m serious, my dick is self-centered. He loves to hear things that boost his ego. So don’t be shy, go ahead, praise away.”
“You want praise?” He nods. “Okay, it’s not as lumpy as I thought it was going to be,” I tease, but the reaction I get from him is priceless.
“My dick is not lumpy.”
“Really? Have you shoved it up your asshole and felt it? If you did, you would feel a few lumps in the process.”
There are no lumps but it’s good to put him in his place.
“Pretty sure if I stuck my dick up my own ass, not only would I have one massive dick, bigger than what I have already, which I wouldn’t be mad about, but it would be a smooth velvety insertion. So perhaps it’s not my dick but your vagina.” He puts a finger up in the air. “I do recall thinking, wow did Melony get a few pinto beans implanted in her vaginal canal? Is she trying to make chili in her pussy? Because her meat curtains sure do have some lumps.”
“Pussy chili? What is wrong with you?”
“Wrong with me?” he asks on a chuckle. “You’re the one brewing up corn bread and chili in your vagina. Honestly, Mel, it’s called an oven.”
“I can’t handle you right now.”
“Aw, and yet, you’re still here, caressing my abs like they’re your own personal love nuggets.”
“God, do not call them that.”
“Oh, do you have a nickname for them? I would love to hear it.”
“I would love to hear the second point you were trying to make before your cock became the topic of conversation.”
“Cock talk is always a great topic of conversation.” I try to get up again but he holds me down and laughs. “All right, fine. The second thing I want you to answer is this: will you give me a chance? Will you let me try to be the man you deserve, despite your reservations?” When I glance up at him, the laughing, fun Hollis has been replaced. Serious, sincere eyes look down at me, conveying how much he means what he says.
Will I give him a chance? I think right about now, there is no option. He’s captured me and pulled me into his little world.
It’s clear; I have no choice in the matter. I still want him.
How did he know exactly how to treat me before? How? I haven't made it easy for him, yet he knew what I needed.
Just from the brief moment I spent with your mom, I could tell she is strong and beautiful just like you. Any man would be lucky to call her his.
It’s his loss for choosing not to watch you turn into a gorgeously intelligent and breathtaking woman. He does see my scars, even though they are internal. Somehow, he does understand me.
He was a piece of shit who took off, leaving two perfect pieces of heaven behind. Do not blame yourself for his shortcomings. I have never thought of my father's leaving in terms of what he left behind. My mom is a strong, amazing, and loving woman. And I was just a little girl who worshipped the ground he walked on.
“Why didn’t he want to stay?” I asked Hollis. And his answer? It somehow spoke healing to my heartbroken six-year-old soul.
Some men are too insecure to face what’s wrong with them, so they leave. It has nothing to do with you and everything to do with him.
Does that also mean that by staying it has everything to do with them? What had he said? Let me be the man you deserve, Melony. Let me show you how much you should be treasured. The man I deserve. Do I deserve him?
I know with absolute certainty, if he walked out of my apartment right now and never talked to me again, I would be devastated. In a short amount of time, he’s wiggled himself into my life and become a semi-permanent fixture.
I hate to admit it, but he’s made me want more, something I never thought possible. Let’s just hope he doesn’t mess it up. I only hand out one opportunity to earn and keep my trust. Any kind of screwup and we’re done.
Knowing I have to give him an answer, I run my hand up to his face and cup the scruff on his jaw. “At this point, I don’t think I would be able to say no.” His face lights up. “But I’m going to tell you right now, I’m skittish, scared as hell, and will most likely shut down on you more than once. It will be your choice if you want to stick around.”
“And not if, but when I stick around, will you open up to me? Talk to me? If we hit a bump in the road, I’m going to want you to talk to me, not run away.”
“I’ll do my best,” I answer. He responds with a kiss, a sensual but short one. “But this has to go slow, Hollis, and I would like to keep it between us for now. Involving others at this point will just add pressure.”
He nods. “I can respect that.” Smiling brightly, he says, “You’re in for a whirlwind of romance, Hot Sex.”
“Hot Sex?”
“Yup.” Shifting our bodies, he turns me over so I’m on my back and he’s on top of me again. “It’s your new nickname. Your sex is fucking hot as hell, so you’re Hot Sex.”
“That’s terrible, don’t call me that.”
“Too late, it’s a keeper . . . Hot Sex.”
Christ, what did I get myself into?