Page 24 of Meeting Melody
Fuck her walls she’s trying to erect between us. I kick her legs out wider and stroke deeper, my movements getting rougher. She’s caught off guard by the change.
Just the way I like her.
She doesn’t have leverage in this position.
I grip the back of her neck and her hip, pinning her in place as I fuck her. I growl at her continued defiance, her struggle.
“What are you so afraid of?”
She glowers. “Nothing.”
“Bullshit.” My hand at the back of her neck slips around the front, wrapping around her throat. I pull her upper body away from the window, and she arches toward me. Suddenly her face is right below mine. I lean down and kiss the corner of her lips, but my dick is getting most of my focus.
She doesn’t give me anything else. If I push too hard, demand too much, she’ll never be mine in the way I want.
I release her throat and lift her, changing her angle. Giving her the control, her feet under her. She puts her palms against the now-fogged window. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and I brush her hair off her shoulder. I pepper her skin with kisses, rub her clit in circles, and wait for her to shudder and tense around me.
Her orgasm is quiet, restrained. Her pulsing cunt tips me over the edge, and pleasure slingshots up my cock. She makes a surprised noise when I still inside her.
“That wasn’t part of the plan,” she says.
“I know.” I’m fully inside her, and the crazy part is that I don’t want to move. I stay impaled, keeping my cum in her pussy, until she squirms against me. I meant every word I said to her, and this is just another step toward making it happen.
8
MELODY
Jacob convinces me to stay into the evening. I don’t fight too hard—I don’t want us driving in the snow, truck or no. And I don’t really want to be alone.
A weird feeling, I know. But after we put our clothes back on, I had the strangest sense of melancholy.
If Jacob noticed, he didn’t say anything. But he did hold my hand when the movie started and pulled my legs into his lap. He traced little patterns on my shins. I spent more time with my gaze on the flickering fire than the movie.
My thoughts are running rampant. Especially now, as the credits scroll across the screen. I just had sex with one of my students. I mean,yes, technically he’s an adult. But that won’t matter when I’m fired on the spot for inappropriate conduct.
“What’s on your mind?”
I cringe.
He rubs my leg, his hand slipping up over my knee and back down. “I have a confession of my own.”
“You first,” I manage.
“I think I like you more than just a fuck.”
I choke.
He grins. “I know. I thought if I could just… get you out of my system, it would be fine. But you’re utterly fascinating. I meant every word of what I’ve threatened. I’m going to keep you, Melody Cameron.”
I extract myself, curling my legs under me. “I’m notkeepable.”
“That’s not a word.” Jacob smirks. “Professor.”
“Well, it’s an action,” I mutter. “I think I need to go home.”
His smile fades. “There’s something you’re not telling me.”
“There’s a lot I’m not telling you.” I take my mug into the kitchen and rinse it. I feel him following me, and my shoulders automatically hitch up.
