Page 40 of Stroked Hard
“What a wonderful thing to put on his résumé,” Melony teases. Kicking off her sandals, she holds her skirt close to her body and bends down so she’s sitting on the side of the pool, feet dangling in the water.
Not even waiting for an invitation, I lower myself next to her so my shoulder bumps with hers, my feet dangling in the water as well. The view in front of us is fucking incredible. There is a cut-out in the trees toward the ocean so all you see are waves for days. Not going to lie; I’m kind of jealous of Reese right about now. He has the perfect romantic setting with his backyard. Right now I have a balcony. Looks like I will have to woo Melony borrowing my buddy’s pad. No problem there.
Nudging my shoulders with hers, I ask, “Thanks for letting me drive you today.”
“It was just a car ride,” she says, splashing her foot around in the water. Her toes are painted an orange-pink color, almost neon. I fucking like it.
“It was a moment you gave me that I could spend with you.”
Leaning back just slightly, she turns to me and gives me a disbelieving look. “Are you really that desperate for pussy?”
“I’m desperate for your pussy, Melony. I’m also desperate for your mind too. I want to know what goes on up there.”
“But you don’t even know me.”
I laugh. “That’s the point of dating, you get to know someone. So, what do you say, should I pencil you in for Friday? We can go out to dinner, maybe take a walk somewhere, and then go back to my place where I can lick that sweet pussy of yours until you scream my name. Sounds like a great night to me.”
“I don’t do that kind of stuff.” She turns away from me, her gaze on the water in front of her, avoiding any and all contact with me.
“Yeah, well when I’m done with you, you will. That’s for damn sure.” Changing the subject, I say, “Now tell me what you know about Reese and Paisley.”
Tilting her head so her hair falls to the side, she peeks up at me through her eyelashes and smiles. “I was hoping you could fill me in with some information. I don’t know much. I just met her.”
My eyebrows rise in surprise. I point to my chest in fake surprise. “You want me to tell you what I know. Well, well, well, looks like I might have some information you’re looking for. My, have the tables turned. What are you willing to do to get the information?”
“If you think I’m about to suck your dick for some measly gossip, you’re wrong.” She stands and I quickly join her.
“Wow, that’s kind of aggressive. I wouldn’t have my dick shoved down your throat for gossip, I would shove it down there if I want you to stop talking.” I wink at her. Unfortunately she rolls her eyes and starts to walk away. I chase after that. “I was just looking for a kiss, maybe a little nip slip. If my hand happens to catch your breast as it falls out of your shirt, I wouldn’t mind that either.”
Stopping in her pursuit toward the house, she places her hand on her hip, her eyes playful. I fucking like this fiery Melony. This is the Melony I met that first go-around. “How do I even know you have good gossip? You could be harvesting some bullshit news about how they both like the color blue and then I have to pony up to you.”
“Do they both like blue? I pictured Reese more of a green type of guy,” I say, pondering.
“You’re so annoying.” Taking off again, I follow her.
“Test me, I bet you I have something good.”
“You have nothing,” she counters.
“What if I do? What if I tell you a juicy tidbit, would I get something in return?”
She crosses her arms over her chest, causing her cleavage to lift slightly. Fuck, I want to bury my head in those breasts. “What would you want? And don’t say my breast in my mouth, because that’s not going to happen.”
What do I want? What a fucking wide open door. Well, let’s see. I want her to let me take her on a date. I want to take a fucking picture with her so I can look at it when I need a fix of her gorgeous face. I want to be able to hold her at night, fuck her to sleep, and then wake her up with my tongue eating her pussy. I want to be able to call her and talk to her for hours without one ounce of awkward silence between us. I want to watch her glossy lips slide over my rock hard cock . . .
Fuck, I want her lips all over my damn body. I want MY lips all over hers. I want her to trust me, to believe me when I say I’m a one-woman man. I want her to open up and be willing to allow me to woo her, to pull a Noah Calhoun on her ass and build a dream house with her.
I fucking want it all.
But that request might be a little much for a little swap of gossip so I make my offer small.
“If you are pleased with my gossip, in return, all I ask is for you to let me hold your hand on the drive home and to walk you to your apartment.”
“That’s it? You’re not going to try to kiss me? To ask to come in, to try to stick your penis in my vagina?”
I chuckle, a deep rumble that vibrates through my chest. “Although my penis being inserted into your vagina is a fantasy of mine, I swear, all I want is to hold your hand and walk you back to your apartment.”
Suspiciously, she quirks her lips to the side, as if she doesn’t quite believe me.
