I took her hand and brought her toward me. She wrapped her other hand around my neck, spilling wine down my back in the process. I laughed as the cold liquid ran down my back.
“Here, I’ll fix it,” she said, turning me around.
I laughed as she licked the length of my back.
“All better, see?”
“How much have you had to drink, exactly?” I chuckled, taking the glass from her and setting it on the table next to the bed.
She shrugged and pushed me onto the bed, her hands moving around the crown of my cock. She moved down onto her knees. Without breaking eye contact with me, she closed her mouth over my shaft. I moaned softly, my cock hard as fuck as her lips moved over it.
God that felt good. I groaned as she began to suck my dick, her mouth moving slowly over its length, sucking hard as her tongue massaged my shaft. I closed my eyes and imagined it was Mia taking my dick in her mouth.
I pictured her kneeling in front of me, her hands resting on my thighs, her eyes directly on me as she sucked. I’d stare at her, because there is nothing sexier than watching a woman give you head. I gasped as she took more of me in. My cock hit the back of her throat as she moved her lips along fluently, creating the most incredible pressure between her mouth and my cock. I gasped and gripped the back of her head, trying to resist the urge to push myself further down her throat. My hand grabbed at her hair, clutching a handful of strands and moving her head back and forth faster and faster.
“Mel, I’m gonna come,” I gasped as the pressure continued to mount in my cock. I groaned as I released in her mouth, her lips working the tip of my cock, sucking and licking away the remnants. I let out a s
igh, incapable of saying much more than that.
She stood up and smiled. “Take a few minutes, Coop. I might take a bath.”
It took another ten minutes before I was able to stand and clean myself up. Melinda was still in the bath, so I slipped on one of the hotel-provided thick white robes and walked over to the sofa.
Switching on the TV, I saw that Doctor Phil was on. If anything was going to get me in the mood for round two, it was him. Lying down, I stretched out my legs and thought about things. Things soon turned into Mia. Why had I just let her leave like that? Maybe I should’ve said something to her, before I lost my chance. Or maybe my chance had already passed.
I reached for my phone, which I had discarded on the coffee table. Without overthinking it, I typed her out a message and pressed Send. What the fuck have I done? Glancing down, I re-read the message over and over and over.
I don’t want to be your friend. I want more. I need more.
Standing up, I paced the short space in the living room. What if I had just made a fool of myself? What if I had been reading everything wrong? I threw my phone down on the table like it was diseased. God, I didn’t even want to read her response.
Unfortunately, that didn’t stop me checking it for a reply every five minutes, and half an hour later when Melinda re-emerged, still no reply.
“Come over here, Coop.”
I followed her back over to the bed, my fingers trailing down the curve of her back. She pushed me onto the bed, her hand curling around my cock.
“You make me so wet. Feel how wet you make me.” She lowered my hand to her pussy.
I slipped my finger inside of her, gently moving it in and out. “Mm,” she sighed.
I took the finger up to my mouth and tasted her. She bit her lip as she watched me.
“You taste so sweet, Mel,” I mumbled, catching her nipple with my lips. I sucked, enjoying the feel of it hardening against my tongue. “Do you like that?”
She nodded, her hand stroking my cock. She pushed me further back onto the bed and climbed on top of me. I put my hands on her hips to help her keep balance as she fumbled with a rubber. Rolling it over my erection, she lowered herself onto me.
God she felt good. She laughed as I dug my nails into her ass cheek, grinding her hips against me, as my dick moved through her tightness. Her palms lay flat on my chest, her fingers pulsating as she pushed herself further down.
“God, Coop!” she cried. A pained look crossed her face as she closed her eyes, about to come.
I chuckled, amused at how relaxed she got once she had a few drinks in her. She pressed her body against mine.
“Someone’s worn out,” I smirked, kissing her neck.
I rolled her onto the bed until she lay facing me, staring at me. Only she wasn’t staring. There was no light in her eyes, nothing. My heart pounded as the reality of this began to sink in. I frantically searched for a pulse. Nothing.
Fucking hell. Shit, shit. Fuck.