Secret Indiscretions (Carson Cove Scandals 2)

“This feels so good…” she purred into my ear.

“Keep going,” I moaned my response. “I want you to come for me.”

“I might come more than once at this rate,” she exhaled sharply.

“That’s what I’m counting on.” I pulled Melanie closer and pressed my lips to her neck.

It felt amazing, but it was going to take me a little longer to get my second release. If she wanted to ride me until that happened, I was going to make sure she enjoyed every second of it. My hands explored her body—squeezing her breasts—teasing her nipples—and then I let them slide down her back until both of my hands were on her ass. She began to move at a faster pace, and her soft moans got louder. The sound of her pleasure was like a sweet melody in my ears. It turned into a light whimper—a few gasps—and then I felt her body begin to tremble. She was getting close—so fucking close. I squeezed her ass and bounced her on my cock a few times—her muscles tensed up immediately, and she shuddered.

“Yes!” she screamed as her head rolled back, and her mouth opened wide.

Melanie’s pussy started to spasm, and it felt incredible. Her body shook, and she lost control of her muscles for a moment, but I held her in place and lifted up to hammer into her pussy. She fell forward against my shoulder, and the angle was perfect for me to deliver quick thrusts that kept her orgasm going once it peaked. The feeling was so good that it brought me so close to the edge—but I wasn’t going to stop until she got one more trip to paradise. I pressed my feet to the bed, bent my knees, and started to really hammer Melanie’s pussy—after several powerful thrusts, I sat up with her in my arms.

“My turn…” I rolled forward until she was on her back and quickly shifted so that I was in the right position.

“Oh god!” Her body shuddered when I started thrusting—much harder than before.

It only took a dozen thrusts for the pleasure to take hold of Melanie again. I had the perfect angle—every single one of them was driven straight into her g-spot. I could feel an ache in my balls. I was desperate for one more release. I kept the thrusts going and fought back against my desires until I felt her begin to tremble. She was close—and I was so damn close that it was taking everything in me not to explode. The euphoria made her sapphire-blues storm with a craving that rivaled my own. There was no stopping the impending bliss. I felt her pussy begin to spasm on my length, and that was all I could take.

“God damn, your pussy is so fucking good…” I leaned forward, and my arms began to shake.

“Please don’t stop—I want to feel you!” She dug her nails into my back.

An earthquake couldn’t have stopped me—we were practically making our own anyway. The bed was certainly shaking beneath us. The headboard slammed into the wall several times when I drove my cock deep in her pussy. The pressure in my balls started to release as her orgasm seized control of her body. My hips jerked erratically—the cum surged through my shaft—and then I erupted inside her.

That seemed to take her orgasm to a whole new level. Her moans got trapped in her throat—then she screamed with pleasure. I didn’t stop hammering her pussy until my seed was drained from my balls, and she finally began to come down from her orgasmic high. I gave her several quicker thrusts, then fell forward—our bodies stayed connected, even when I pulled her into my arms. We stayed there tangled in a lover’s embrace for nearly twenty minutes as the afterglow settled into our veins. I didn’t want to let go—because I knew she couldn’t stay the night—and I wanted her in my arms as long as possible.

“You make this so easy…” she sighed, and a smile formed on the edge of her lips.

“Sex?” I raised an eyebrow. “It’s not supposed to be difficult.”

“No, I mean—just being with you.” She snuggled closer to my chest. “Relationships have always been so complicated…”

“I’ve had my fair share of complicated.” I pressed my lips to her forehead. “Labels make them complicated—expectations that neither person can meet make them complicated—it’s better to live in the moment than obsess over things you can’t change.”

“We’re going to have labels soon…” she sighed. “On Monday, you’ll officially be my boss.”

“I don’t want that to be a complication.” I shook my head back and forth. “This can still work. We just have to—be discreet for a little while.”

“The wedding isn’t exactly going to be discreet.” She raised an eyebrow. “Everyone is going to see us together.”

“I’m not worried about that.” I shrugged. “Taylor and Bryant are only inviting their family and a few friends. There is one thing we need to discuss though…”

“What’s that?” A slight hint of worry crossed her face.

“Well, you’re not going to be pretending that you’re my date.” I smiled and chuckled under my breath.

“That’s true.” The worry faded. “I like the thought of that…”

“Me too.” I nodded and pulled her closer. “I like that a lot.”

We were both fairly exhausted and fell asleep for a couple of hours, but then it was time for her to get ready to leave. She asked if she could take a shower, and I agreed but only if I could join her. We teased each other—made out underneath the water—and made love one more time with the steam rising from our bodies.

After the shower was done, we got dressed, and I offered to drive her home. She said that she was fine to drive home on her own if I dropped her off at Moretti’s—she didn’t really want to leave her car there until the next day—even though I offered to give her a ride there just so I could see her again. I waited in the parking lot until she drove out of sight and then returned to Alcott Manor. The house felt lonely without Melanie—but I was used to that feeling. I crawled into bed, and the scent of her perfume was still on the sheets.

It’s too early to be thinking about a real future with Melanie, but I’m not going to let someone that incredible slip through my fingers…

Chapter Fifteen