We wrap the game up on a tie, all of us smiling, shaking hands, and then we go our separate ways. My feet eat up the distance until I’m standing in front of Melanie. She’s sitting on the bleachers. We’re eye to eye. Her cheeks are red, and it’s not from the setting sun.
“Fox.” She licks her lips. Her gaze moves to my body, which is slick with sweat, covered in sand, my shirt hanging loosely in my hand.
“Ready to get home?” My voice is deep in its tone.
“Yes, please.” I hold my hand out. She takes it, and then we’re on our way back home. Where I’m finally going to have Melanie laid out in my bed, where she’s meant to be.
16
Melanie
When I was watching Fox play, his body… damn. That man, he literally had me fanning myself at one point, and I’m pretty sure he saw it happen too. That’s why when he came up to me after their practice was over, sweaty, sandy, hair looking like my hands were the ones to muss it up, I was all too willing to get out of here, and fast.
Fox’s stride is longer than mine. That doesn’t stop me from attempting to keep up. I get tripped up at one point, which is when he hoists me up in his arms.
“Hop on. We’ll get there faster.” Fox changes his stance, indicating he wants me to get on his back.
“I can walk, if you’d just slow down half a step,” I bluster.
“This will be faster. And, sunshine, the faster we get home, the fucking better.” I see the desire written on his face, the thickening of his length when he turns to face me.
“Oh, alright, but if you hurt your back, don’t you dare blame it on me.” Fox turns back around while grumbling, “Crazy-ass woman, as if I can’t handle her.” I launch myself onto his back. He’s as steady as an ox.
“I am not crazy.” My arms are around his neck, my center rubbing on his lower back, which is not helping my heightened state of need.
“Nah, you just say crazy shit. I’d never let you go. You know that, right?” Fox is moving so fast it’s like he’s in a jog.
“Well, yeah, it doesn’t mean this won’t hurt your knee though, and that’s what I worry about most.”
“Love that, sunshine. I’m good though. Running every day and playing volleyball helps.” He’s not even out of breath when we finally make it to his back deck. I slowly unwrap my legs from his waist.
“Fine, it’s not like I’d ever win this battle against you, but I might be able to one-up you. Race you to the shower,” I say, then I’m the one running to the sliding glass door, slinging it open, and running through the house. I know Fox is right on my heels, so I’m stripping as I go, playing dirty because there’s one thing he’s told me—he loves my body any way he can have it, but naked is his preferred form, and he hasn’t seen me completely bare yet.
“Christ, are you trying to give me a heart attack?” I’ve barely made it into the bathroom when his arms wrap around me. He’s as naked as I am. Fox’s cock is wedged between the globes of my ass, his hands moving up to cup my breasts.
“Not me, but seriously, you are not getting me off again. It’s my turn.” I pull out of his hold, turning around reluctantly because there is nothing better in this world than feeling his flesh against mine.
“I didn’t give you that so you could pay me back, sunshine. I wanted to do that, for not only you, but for me too.” He reaches around me, one hand gripping my hip, the other turning the faucet on.
“I know that, but I want to do this for you.” My hand fists around his hard cock. The tips of my fingers don’t even meet around his girth, and I already know fitting his length in my mouth will definitely be a task.
“Sunshine,” he rasps, liking the way I’m stroking his cock. “Come on, let’s get in the shower,” I tell him, my hand abandoning him, swaying my hips in an exaggerated motion.
“Just you wait,” Fox mumbles, stepping in behind me.
“Oh, I’m going to enjoy this.” I turn my back to him, tipping my head up, allowing the water to run down my body, trying to entice Fox to really go after what he wants. Though, I have something up my sleeve, and when his hands wrap around my waist, I evade him and sink to my knees instead.
I fist his cock with one hand, stroking him from tip to base, my tongue coming out to lick up the pre-cum that’s gathered at the head. I moan, savoring his flavor, my eyes never leaving his face, wanting to see what I do to him.
“Mel,” he moans, his head tipping forward, watching as I take him in my mouth as much as I can while twisting my hand, giving him that added sensation, and I know from the soft mewling noises he’s making, it won’t be long until I can make him feel just as great as he made me.
My goal is in sight with the way he’s rocking his hips every time I take his length to the back of my throat. Fox’s legs are shaking slightly, his hand tightening in mine, as his body takes over. So, I up my game, hollowing my cheeks, tightening the palm of my hand, and moaning around Fox’s cock.
“I’m gonna come. You going to swallow it for me, Mel?” he questions, as if I’m not trying to do that right now. I nod my head, letting him see my answer. That’s when he doubles his effort, and I relax my throat, letting Fox go deeper than he was before. When his body freezes and I feel that first spurt of cum, I suck it down, not allowing any to escape.
“Fuck, Mel. You’re God damn perfect for me.” I pull back, allowing his length to leave my mouth. Fox has me up in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist. He shuts the water off, and then he’s marching us to the bedroom, already hardening again as my pussy slides along the underside of his cock.
“It’s a good thing I think you’re perfect for me too.” My lips suck on the side of his neck, causing him to stutter in his movements.
“We’re perfect for each other, and I’m going to prove it to you right now.”
“Okay,” I breathe out, more excited than ever to see what he has in store for us, my face lifting to look into his eyes.
“Fuck yeah.” He kisses my lips, fast and hard. I never had a doubt in my mind that once we worked through some things, he’d be the perfect man for me, and he’s proving it with every single thing he does.
17
Fox
I gave zero fucks that we were both dripping wet, probably leaving more of a mess than necessary, but damn, this woman, she sucked me dry. Or so I thought, until I came to my senses. Melanie on her knees, body bare to me, slick from the water, and looking pleased at herself because I lost control and came down her throat.
The way she clung to me when I carried her to the bedroom, how I could feel her hips slowly move, trying to find the friction she needed. That’s all it took. Her back meets the mattress, and I’m between her spread thighs. Melanie’s face is flushed, the redness reaching her chest.
“You okay with this?” I ask her, wanting to make sure she’s still okay with us going forward.
“Yes, if you don’t get inside me soon, I’ll leave or do something like this.” She brings her hands to her tits, cupping them before pinching her cherry-colored nipples.