She arched her back, pressing her chest up as her head thrashed back and forth on the bed. “Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!” she screamed as she flew into oblivion. Her body was pure sensation, every nerve alive and tingling with pleasure so intense she was afraid she might pass out.
“Ahhhh,” Darius cried out as he joined her. His hips pressed firmly to hers, and she felt the tight clench of his ass against her feet as she held him close. Her hands buried in his hair, and she pulled him down for one scorching kiss before jerking free and gasping for air.
“Holy shit!” Houston grunted. “Maybe we should take tomorrow off before we do this again. Someone’s going to have a heart attack.”
And just that easily, Melda was laughing. Darius rolled off her with a groan, swatting her playfully on the hip as he did. She stretched, moving and rolling her body. She’d never felt so alive. Or so sexually fulfilled and exhausted. She smothered a yawn. She couldn’t wait to see who was in charge tomorrow and what they had planned for her.
Chapter Five
After sharing Chinese take-out and a rented movie with the guys, Melda had gone home. They’d wanted her to stay, and she was tempted. But it just seemed more fitting in these first three days to return home and sleep alone to build the excitement for the next date and the next sexual escapade. Last night she’d curled up with the letters and sorted all the ones she was certain had been from Cruz. Then she’d re-read every one of them and learned about him all over again.
She was fresh from the shower, wrapped in a towel, pouring coffee when the doorbell rang. It was eight on a Saturday morning. Her date wasn’t starting this early, was it?
She peeked out the window and sure enough, Darius stood there. Holy Mother! He was wearing black leather pants with a long sleeve black shirt and boots. She wanted to strip him and lick him from head to toe.
“I’m not ready yet,” she said as she pulled the door open to admit him.
His gaze skimmed from her wet hair to her red-painted toenails then back up to lock with her eyes. “You look good to me.”
She peeked over his shoulder. “Is that a Harley at the curb?”
“Yes. I hope you like to ride. I thought we’d just set off, do a little exploring.”
“I love it! I haven’t been on one in a long time. Can I drive it?”
He gave her an incredulous look. “No way.”
She pouted. “Please.”
He laughed. “No, but you can wrap yourself around me and let me take you for the ride of your life.”
She wasn’t sure if they were still talking about the bike or not. “I just need to get dressed. There’s coffee in the kitchen.”
“Do you have any leather pants?”
She nodded and turned to go to her bedroom, but Darius caught her hand and pulled her back. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips, a gentle exploration, a warm hello. She wasn’t sure if he helped the towel fall or not, but it hit the floor, covering their feet before he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and let him carry her to the kitchen.
“Darius,” she moaned as he lowered her to sit on the edge of the table and took a chair in front of her.
“Shhh,” he crooned. “I’m suddenly starving, and I know just what I want to eat.”
He leaned in, pulling her hips all the way to the edge of the table and used his shoulders to spread them wide and keep them that way.
“I’ve been wanting to bury my lips here since I got a brief taste of you on your nipples yesterday.” He nuzzled into her, and Melda leaned back, bracing her hands slightly behind her hips on the table, so she could hold herself up to watch him.
He glanced up at her and smiled, sending shivers of lust down her spine. “You’re going to want to lie back for this, sweetheart. I tend to have a healthy appetite. I like to take my time and savor my sweets.”
She reclined back on her elbows and looked down her body, not wanting to miss a moment of what he had planned. She liked the heated lust shining in his eyes, the way his eyelids slid to half-mast giving his face a sensuous cast. He pressed kisses along the center of her pussy lips, and it took all she had not to lift her cunt up toward his touch.
“Darius,” she moaned his name, shaking with need for more.
“So beautiful,” he murmured against her folds. His tongue peaked out and slid through her lips, up and over her clit before he pulled it back in his mouth and groaned. “So sweet.”
His tongue eased over her again, probing and rubbing, this time easing down to her opening and slipping inside. He groaned and pressed firmer against her, his lips forming a suctioning hold around her portal while his tongue fucked in and out.
“Oh, God!” Melda screamed as she fell flat to the table. She lifted her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, holding tight as she lifted a bit higher into him.
His fingers replaced his tongue, pumping slow and easy inside her pussy while he kissed and licked his way back up her slit to where her clit was swollen and ready for his touch. He circled his tongue around the bud, flicked over the top of it, then finally wrapped it with his lips and sucked.
“Yes! Oh, God! Yes! Darius!” She was rocking up into him. He’d shifted her bent legs apart, and now she braced a foot on each of his shoulders, using them for leverage to lift her pussy higher.
“So wet and needy,” he grunted as he pumped his fingers a little deeper, spreading them as wide as he could as he worked them out then back in again. “So tight and hot. I could spend my life between your thighs and die a happy man.”
She moaned and jerked a bit as he teased her clit with fluttering touches of his tongue. Her hands lifted to her nipples, and she pinched and tugged at them. He had her on fire, hovering on the precipice of orgasm.
“You know what else I’ve been thinking about?” he whispered between kisses and licks. His fingers slid free and moved back to rub against her anus, rubbing her juices over it. “Your ass. I want to see you on your hands and knees in front of me while I work my cock deep inside you.” He groaned and pressed one wet finger gently inside her ass to the first knuckle. “I want to feel this snug grasp sucking at my dick.”
“Yes!” she cried out, wanting, needing him to just stand up and fuck her, take her wild and hot.
“Soon,” he promised then captured her clit again and began sucking with greed.
One finger worked her ass while he slid two fingers of his other hand inside her pussy. Her knees lifted and gripped the sides of his head while her fingers found purchase in his short hair. She was riding his face and fingers, so close to orgasm she was helpless to hold back.
“Darius!” she cried his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear as she slammed high into a rippling pleasure and rode each wave, rising higher and higher.
She was limp when she finally came back down. Her legs were hanging off the edge of the table, her hands dropped loosely beside her as she panted for breath. Darius was tracing lazy circles on her inner thigh as he watched her with hooded eyes and wet lips.
“You okay?” His voice was husky as it washed over her.
“I’m fantastic,” she practically purred as she used her elbows to slowly sit up.
He stood and reached to help her, and she found her gaze snagged and held by the large bulge in his leathers.
She stretched her arm out and ran a finger over him before he could move away from her touch. “I could return the favor.”
He hissed and caught her fingers, tugging them away and lifting them to his mouth for a kiss. “I’m okay, just give me a minute. Besides you need to get dressed so we can start our date.”
She gave him a curious look but didn’t say anything. After she let him help her from the table, she walked on shaky legs toward her bedroom, leaving him to cleanup in the kitchen. She mulled things over in her mind as she dried her hair and pulled it back in a braid then pulled on her black leather pants, black combat boots, and a long-sleeved red shirt. She’d pull her leather jacket out of the hall closet before they left. She couldn’t wait to wrap herself around him and feel the pulse of the bike between her legs, feel the wind in her hair. And she’d work on getting him to let her drive it, just once.
He was reclined against the counter, drinking coffee when she returned to the kitchen. She’d managed to make it back out in less than twenty minutes. Her hair was still a bit damp, but that was fine.
“So, is it part of your deal?”
“What?” he asked.
“Yesterday, Cruz greeted me the same way you did, but didn’t let me return the favor. Was that something else you guys agreed on? Like the two not in charge can’t speak or move until the one in charge comes?”
“We agreed we could taste you, touch you, and give you pleasure, but couldn’t take any for ourselves until we were all together.”
“Why?”
Darius sighed. “To heighten the experience of what happens when we’re all together. If the other two don’t get relief until then, it only makes sense that whoever is with you should wait as well.”
“So why not make me wait?”
“Because none of us is stupid enough to think we could keep our hands off of you,” he said, crossing to her and tugging her against his chest. “I just had you, can still taste you on my tongue, and it’s taking all I have not to lay you back out on that table and have seconds.”
She shivered and moaned. His hand rubbed over her ass, squeezing and palming one cheek before patting her softly and easing away.
“You ready to go? I thought we’d just drive around, unless there’s some place you’d like to go. We’ll head back to the house later.”
She knew exactly what they’d be heading back to do later. No matter how many times she got off, she’d still be wet and ready when she entered the door and stripped down to whatever they wanted her in. Would they spank her again? Tie her up? All take her at once again?
“Emerald?” Darius’s voice intruded on her thoughts. “Ready?”
“Melda,” she corrected. “I go by Melda, not Emerald.”
“Sorry, I forgot,” Darius said. “We’ve called you Emerald since we learned it was what Melda was short for. It’s beautiful and suits you perfectly.”
She didn’t think so, but she wasn’t getting into all the reasons right now why it didn’t suit her perfectly. She was just going to enjoy her day with Darius.
“Let me grab a jacket on the way out.” She grabbed the small purse she carried bare essentials in when she was going back and forth to work and slid the long strap over her neck, so she could wear it diagonally across her body, tucking the bag close to her hip before reaching inside her closet and pulling her leather jacket on.
“God, you look gorgeous, more beautiful than a perfect sunset. I look into your eyes and see the promise of what could be, if only I could prove the love you’ll find with me.”
She caught her breath. “You wrote the poems.”
He nodded, took her hand and brought it to his mouth once more, placing a soft kiss against her palm. Then he laced their fingers together and tugged her out the door to the motorcycle. He handed her a helmet before pulling another on and straddling the bike. She grinned at the purr of the motor then hopped on behind him, wrapping her arms tight around his waist and pressing her breasts into his back.
She heard his groan of pleasure and grinned as they took off. He handled the cycle well, driving with the skill of a seasoned rider. She just held him close and enjoyed the ride. She had an idea where he was taking her when he turned off the highway along the road that led to one of the state parks.
He stopped long enough to flash his military I.D. and pay a fee. Then they were off again. She smiled as he drove the bike to a small park. There were swings, a jungle gym, some slides, and a great view of the water. He stopped the bike, easing the kickstand down and shutting it off before pulling his helmet off.
“What do you think?”
“I love it,” she said with a grin and giggle. “But don’t think I’m going to let you chase me around the playground and pull my braid to show me you like me.”
He laughed, but there was fire in his eyes when he looked at her. “If I’m pulling your hair, we’ll both be naked and enjoying it. But I definitely plan on chasing you around.”
He took her hand, and they began walking toward the park, sticking to the path and taking their time as she looked around. A few kids played here and there, and their laughter and screams rippled across the air. Darius was tracing circles across her palm with his thumb, and combined with the way her legs were still vibrating from the bike ride, it was a wonder she could walk.
“What was it like growing up in foster care? You never really said much, except when you talked about your sisters.” It only made sense for him to want to hear about her childhood, but really there wasn’t much to say that she hadn’t already shared in her writings.
“I told you most of it in my letters. I feel like my life really started when I found myself taken in by the same woman they were with.”
“It must have been rough, moving around as a young kid.”
She shrugged, but her memory filled with how it had felt to constantly move from home to home, always hoping someone would want to adopt her, afraid of the same thing. “My first memory is from when I was four. I was staying with a couple. They were so nice, and I was going to preschool. I had the best time. I thought I’d be with them forever.”
“What happened?”
“She was killed in a car wreck, and he fell apart. I got sick and had to be put in the hospital. I didn’t get to attend the funeral, and I never saw him again.”
“Shit!” Darius muttered and stopped, pulling her close. “I can’t imagine. How long were you in the hospital? What was wrong?”
“I was sick a lot, until I turned about eight. I caught everything that came around. I was premature, and my lungs weren’t quite developed fully when my birth mom left me.”
“Jesus, I’m sorry.”
“Things happen we can’t control. It wasn’t meant to be, and I ended up exactly where I needed to be, in a home where I found two sisters.”
“You amaze me, Emerald.” He must have seen something on her face that had him correcting himself. “Melda. Sorry, it’s going to take me a while to remember Melda and not Emerald,” he said sincerely. “We’ve spent the last eighteen months referring to you as Emerald because the name is as unique and beautiful as you are. It’s hard to wrap my mind around changing it. Probably going to be the same for Cruz and Houston. We should have taken more notice of how you signed your letters, and not fixated on how exotic Emerald was.”