He sucks me all the way through until it eventually subsides. He licks away every ounce of my release, leaving nothing behind. He’s like a child licking his dessert plate clean.
He stands and his eyes flutter as he licks his way around his lips. “Every time I lick my lips on the plane, I’ll get hard thinking of the way you taste and the way you come.”
I think I could come again just from the way he talks.
I start to move, but he holds his hand up. “Don’t move. I want to remember you just like this. Spread for me, dripping for me, satisfied by me.”
He walks backward toward the elevator, never taking his eyes from mine. He presses the button, and as soon as the doors open, he blows me a kiss. “Until we meet again, beautiful Melissa Knight.” The doors close, and I’m frozen in shock at what just happened.
“What do you mean you didn’t fuck him? Explain this again.”
“Relax, Cassandra. It’s exactly what I said. He pushed me down on my sofa. He spread my legs wide. He went down on me. He made me come hard. Really hard. And then he just got up and left.”
Cassandra, Rayne, and Izzy all look dumbfounded. Cassandra shakes her head. “The poor guy probably had blue balls his whole flight to Africa.”
We all laugh. I nod my head. “That’s true.”
Cassandra continues, “I do remember this one time…”
I put up my hand, “No. You know the rules. You aren’t allowed to remotely mention your sex life with my son. You can’t come to our lunches if you start with that shit again.”
“You’re no fun Melissa. Can’t Darian come sometime? She’d want to hear this.”
I shake my head. “No, she can’t. I don’t need to hear about her sex life with my ex-husband, nor does she need to hear about mine. There are certain lines I just won’t cross.”
Cassandra scrunches her nose in disgust.
Izzy asks, “Did you ruin your sofa?”
I roll my eyes. “No, Iz. I don’t piss myself when I come like you do.”
She gives me a nasty look. “I don’t piss myself. I just produce a lot of fluid when I come. I’ve researched it. I believe I’m officially considered a squirter. There’s a lot of porn about it. It’s considered sexy.”
Cassandra narrows her eyes. “You put dog piss pads under you when you have sex. There’s nothing remotely sexy about that.”
We all laugh again.
Rayne looks at me. “Did you exchange cell numbers? Anything?”
I shake my head. “No. I didn’t even get his last name. He’s gone indefinitely. It’s over.”
I take a deep breath. “Ladies, it was a really helpful night. I learned something new about myself. I learned that I get off on a dominant man. I’d never been with one before. The aggressive way he completely manhandled me, and the dirty way he spoke, genuinely turned me on. I now know that I need to explore that side of myself.”
Cassandra starts to speak, but I interrupt. “Don’t even fucking think about talking right now. I told you I don’t want to hear about it.”
She sits there pouting like the child she is.
I honestly feel like this awakened something in me. Something I want to explore.
Chapter Five
Melissa
Trevor and Cassandra got married today. It was the most outrageous wedding ceremony I’ve ever witnessed. They danced their way down the aisle to matrimony, and then rode off on a horse. An actual horse.
They’re both completely crazy, but for some reason, they work. I have to admit they really do love each other and make one another so incredibly happy. Trevor was grinning from ear to ear the entire day. How could I possibly want more for him than that?
Reagan officiated the ceremony. I suppose she more than earned that right. She was adorable and hilarious. It was perfect for Trevor and Cassandra.