Page 27 of Pursued by the Player

Chapter 7

Mel’s heartached for the man next to her. She wanted to soothe his ache, to ease his pain. Jett might put on a good show, but she felt that she was seeing the real man behind the asshole façade, and that man was hurting more than she could possibly imagine.

She reached out and brushed her fingers over his chest. Jett was hard, and his muscles tightened under her touch. She groaned as she tilted her head, inviting him closer. He slid his hand into her hair and invaded her mouth, touching and exploring every inch she had to offer.

When they finally pulled away for breath, she nibbled her lower lip and slid down onto her knees.

“What are you doing?” he asked as she eased apart his thighs.

“You said that some of your best memories were in these bleachers,” she said.

“Yeah. . .”

“Yeah, well. . .” She positioned herself in between his thighs. “I want to add to those memories.”

“Melody, you don’t need to—” Jett gasped as she undid his zipper and eased out his erect cock.

“Oh God.” He eased down into his chair. “Wow.”

She slid her hand over his length, then flicked the tip of his head with her tongue. Something dark and hungry passed through his features as she slowly slid her lips around his swollen head.

“That’s good,” he whispered. “Real good.”

She pushed down on his length, taking as much of him as she could manage. Jett threaded his fingers into her hair, holding her head steady as she moved back and forth along his length.

“That’s amazing,” he said.

She groaned against his shaft and pushed him in as far as he could go. When she felt him touch the back of her throat, she retreated and ran her tongue over his tip once more.

“Take off that stupid jacket,” she commanded.

“Yes, ma’am.”

She grinned as he moved to obey. Once he resettled, she took him once more, sliding down his shaft until he bumped the back of her throat. Grabbing his base, she stroked him with both her hand her mouth as she flicked open the button on his pants with her fingers. With the opening wider, she was able to free his balls, and she started to gently tug on them in time with her mouth.

“Oh God.” He curled his fingers into her scalp as she moved over his shaft. “That feels so good.”

Mel looked up from her work and found him watching her with such lust, such intensity. This man made her feel beautiful and wanted. She wanted to do the same for him in return.

Mel groaned as she quickened the pace, sliding over his now slick length and taking him once more.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked as he tugged on her hair. Before she realized what was happening, he was controlling her movements. In and out, back and forth, she loved how he was losing himself to her.

“Stop,” he said after a long moment.

She retreated but continued to stroke him with her hand.

“On your feet,” he commanded. She moved to obey, and he turned her around so that her back was to him.

“Pull up your dress.” She did, revealing her purple thong.

“Lovely,” he said, rubbing his hand over her ass. “Now sit down.”

She started to sit, but he pushed her back up. “Slower.”

She moved slower and as she approached his lap, and he placed one hand on her hip as he guided his cock toward her opening.

Mel gasped as his rough fingers pushed aside her thong and the tip of his erection parted her folds. Grasping the arm handles, she slowly lowered herself onto his lap.

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