Defying the Odds (11 page)

Finally it was Clay who voiced the agony of denial. His breathing labored and shallow, he groaned. “I can’t…I can’t wait, Mel.”

“Then don’t.” Melody panted, the two of them still sharing the same air.
One breath, one heartbeat.
“Fuck me.”

Clay’s forehead fell to hers. His gaze held her captive as he studied her. She could see the defeat in him, an ultimate surrender to the overwhelming passion that exploded between them. It showed on his handsome face before his eyes closed, and he slowly lowered her onto his cock. A shocked gasp tore out of Melody from the bolt of pleasure that came from the first push of the head inside her. He was so big he stretched her almost painfully, but her pussy was wet and needy for him, quivering to be taken. She bowed to the ecstasy, submitting herself to the thrust of his hips against hers. She savored the leisurely slide of being stretched and filled until his thick cock topped out, nudging her cervix and halting his claiming of her.

“Fuck,” Clay growled, his fingers digging into the small of her back as her legs remained hooked over his elbows. His body shook, and he shifted his hips against hers, as if trying to get deeper, but he was too big. “
Gimme
a minute, ’cause I’m
gonna
lose it. You feel so good, so tight. Christ, I feel like I’m fucking dying.”

Melody nodded wordlessly, understanding his mindless desperation.

She lowered her head, still trying to breathe past the ecstasy that didn’t want to yield to the stillness and sacredness of the moment. She searched for something carnal, something flesh and bone to distract her from the emotional current of synchronicity pulsing in the air around them.

She stared down at Clay’s cock, wet with her juices, stretching her tightly and buried deep. The soft pinkness of her sex wrapped around the thick, steely length of Clay’s cock. It was an oddly beautiful picture because it was the two of them together. Bodies joining shouldn’t be such an erotic sight, but it was and she was forced to close her eyes against it. Seeing the visible evidence of their connection was going to push her over the edge.

She tossed her head back against the tiles and arched her back to the throb of pleasure ricocheting between them. With a low growl of hunger, Clay lost his battle for control. He pulled out of her gently, only to thrust back in hard and fast. The contradiction was shocking, the pleasure even more so. The sear of bliss was so sweeping it stole Melody’s
breath
, but she had no choice but to weather the storm.

Clay started fucking her hard, using the elbows hooked under her legs to keep her open to each thrust. Melody tightened her hold on him, tangling her fingers in his hair. She forced his mouth back to hers, their kisses frenzied as Clay fucked her, and Melody reveled in the claiming. Teeth clashing, tongues brushing, their low moans evaporated to shallow pants of pleasure as the tide rose.

Melody didn’t even have a chance to be stunned; all she could do was
give
in to the fierce race to completion. Pressed hard against the shower tiles, open wide to the thick, swift slide of Clay’s cock in and out of her, every demanding thrust pushed her closer to oblivion. Finally it was too much. The fall was swift, powerful, and all-consuming. She trembled and cried out. Awash in bliss, she managed to reach a pinnacle with Clay she’d only found on her own before.

Shaking in his arms as wave after wave of ecstasy pulsed through her
system,
Melody jerked Clay down with her. His thrusts became faster, more erratic before he stiffened in her arms and shuddered from the force of his climax. Then they were lost in the same sea, coasting on the same tide.

Melody wanted to stay in this moment forever, with Clay’s harsh breathing teasing her ear and his massive body wrapped up in hers. Tiny pulses of pleasure radiated from her pussy and flooded into her arms and legs. She could feel the jerk of Clay’s cock inside her and knew he was having the same aftershocks. Words were gone, obliterated completely, because they’d both been reduced to trembling wrecks in the aftermath of such furious orgasms.

Weak and sated, Melody’s head fell back against the tiles once more, and Clay took the invitation to drag his tongue up the line of her throat. When Melody made a sound of appreciation, he started licking and kissing her neck. His worship was gentle, endearing, and it had her clenching around him because her skin was still extremely sensitive.

When their heartbeats returned to normal and their breathing evened out, Clay nipped her chin and asked, “You okay?”

She gave him a lazy smile. “I’m great.”

He returned her smile, his chest puffing out with well-deserved male pride. “You
wanna
get down?”

“No, I
wanna
stay here forever.”

“Me too,” he said softly and then winced. “But it’ll probably get old real fast.”

She shook her head in denial.
“
Nuh
-uh.”

Stubborn and bullheaded as usual, he set her down despite her rather colorful complaints against it. It was a good thing he was still holding on to her, because Melody’s legs gave out once her feet touched the shower floor. Her thighs ached, her pussy even more so because Clay was certainly built proportionally.

“Ouch,” she moaned, still holding on to his big shoulders. “Dang, you’re big, Clay. I
ain’t
seen a man as big as you.”

“Did I hurt you?” Clay asked quickly, sounding concerned. “I should’ve gone slower.”

“Hush,” she snapped at him. “If you say one bad thing ’bout what just happened, I’ll smack you.”

“Well, we can’t have that.” Clay laughed despite the concerned scowl still making deep impressions in his forehead. “Still, I should’ve been
more gentle
.”

“I liked it rough,” she promised him, waggling her eyebrows to prove her point. “So stop complaining. I think I can feel my feet now.”

She thought that would be enough to have him letting go of her, but Melody realized if she wanted to get clean, she was going to have to do it with Clay still holding on to her. So she grabbed the bath
scrunchie
and body wash and started washing up.

“You
ain’t
got any real soap in this shower?” Clay asked
,
his big body draped over hers, his arms wrapped around her waist from behind as she worked at scrubbing her arms. “I can’t go to the Cellar tomorrow smelling fruity.
Wyatt’ll
never let me hear the end of it. You know how he yaps.”

Melody giggled, her body still pleasantly humming from the aftermath of their encounter. She held up the bath
scrunchie
for him to smell. “It’s cucumber melon.”

“Oh, that makes it better,” Clay said drily.
“Last I checked, melons were fruit.”

“But cucumber’s unisex. I think you’ll smell nice.”

Clay buried his face in the curve of her neck, hiding under Melody’s long, wet hair, which clung to her neck and shoulders. He grabbed the
scrunchie
from her and took over the task of washing. Melody leaned back against him. Her eyes closed to the feel of his large, soapy hands sliding over her skin, thinking it was really nice to have someone she trusted enough to take care of her.

* * * *

Melody looked amazing wearing Christmas lights.

Clay stared at her spread out on the bed, skin still dewy from the shower, wet hair hiding full breasts and pink nipples. The blink from the lights shining in through the windows reflected off her pale skin in the near darkness of the room, dancing in colored shadows over her lush body. He was mesmerized by her, so beautiful and open and willing for him.

The cynical side of him was screaming to be careful. Nothing felt this good without repercussions, but Clay made a firm decision to ignore his cynical side, not just for Melody, but for himself too, because he wanted this—wanted her.

“What’re you staring at?” Melody asked, giving him a bemused smile as she looked up at him hovering over her.

The rush of emotion he felt for this woman scared the shit out of him, but he couldn’t seem to stop the fall. Rather than admit he was memorizing everything about her spread out and waiting for him to make love to her, he just shrugged and bent down. He captured one pink nipple with his mouth, lightly tugging on it with his teeth. Melody moaned and arched into him. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding his mouth to her.

Already turned on despite the bone-melting orgasm he’d just had, Clay laved his tongue over the taut peak. The shower had been fast and frantic, a necessary release from the build of sexual tension that exploded between them. Now he could touch and tease until she was flushed and sweaty and completely mindless. He pushed his hips against the mattress at the thought of her wild and desperate for him. His cock was already hard and straining against the comforter.

Clay moved to the other breast. He sucked on the tip once more, savoring her low hum of pleasure. He liked the sounds she made. She was surprisingly receptive and uninhibited, but then so was Clay when they were together. He felt cracked open and exposed to her, but he craved her so damn much he couldn’t stop to worry about it.

All he could do was
give
in to the hunger.

Clay moved his lips lower, over the smooth plane of her stomach. He reached down, pushing her thighs apart, forcing her to accommodate the width of his shoulders as he nipped her hip bone.

“Clay,” she complained, finally sounding apprehensive. “I don’t—”

He rubbed his fingers over her clit, making Melody gasp and curve to his touch. He watched her face, seeing her white teeth sink into a full bottom lip. He kept his touch
featherlight
, just enough to make her ache for more. He wasn’t surprised when her eyes glazed over, emerald green reflecting unrestrained want back at him.

While holding her gaze, he stopped touching her, only to bring his fingers to his mouth. He sucked on two, wetting them, his cock jerking at her taste. Then he reached down, sliding his spit-slicked fingers to her pussy, which was tight and sweet and pink, with only a small, thin line of honey-colored hair trying to hide it from his greedy gaze.

“Are you
sore
?” he asked in concern, tracing the outer lips of her pussy, which seemed a little too pink and swollen. “Did I hurt you?”

Melody writhed, ignoring his concern, her legs spreading wider, her feet pushing down the comforter as she strained for more of his touch. When he continued to tease, simply running his fingers on the outside of her pussy but not entering her, Melody let out a sob of frustration. “Clay!”

“Tell me if you’re hurt,” he pressed, wanting to know how gentle he needed to be.

“No,” she gasped impatiently. “Now stop teasing.”

“Oh, but I like teasing,” he couldn’t help but admit, admiring how beautiful she was, squirming and flushed for more. “And you get wound up so easily. You’re
sorta
naughty, Mel.”

“Only for you,” she moaned, opening her eyes to give him a look of consummate pleading. “I
dunno
why I’m like this with you, but I am and I can’t seem to help it.”

“You’re beautiful like this,
didja
know that?” he
asked,
his voice low and husky without his permission. “You look like a fallen angel, spread out and begging like you are right now.”

Melody’s eyes closed at his words. She hummed once more and gave herself over to his vision of a wanton angel. Sweet and dirty at the same time, she let him tease until a fresh sheen of sweat covered her body and her pale skin became flushed underneath the Christmas lights. He watched her get wet for more, saw her pussy swell with need. When he brushed his thumb against her clit, she nearly came off the bed.

He slid his fingers into her, savoring her keening cry of pleasure as he pushed them into her ripe pussy and then curved them upward. Melody actually screamed, her hands fisting in the comforter, her body vibrating under his touch. He stroked and stretched, making her head toss on the pillow, and that’s when he leaned down and sucked on her clit, knowing she was too far gone to complain.

He savored the tang of her sex, licking and sucking on her clit, making tiny sobs of pleasure burst out of Melody as she strained for release. It didn’t take her long to find it. Her body quaked when she fell over the edge. Her moans were low and surrendering, and she freed the comforter only to hold his head to her while she rode out the tempest.

Her pussy clenched around his fingers to the pulse of her climax, and his cock jerked in response, aching for her. Hearing her come undone so completely did away with the last of his restraint. He didn’t even give her a chance to catch her breath. He surged forward, draped himself over Melody, savoring her soft curves. He hesitated to kiss her, not knowing if she’d take issue, but before he could ask
,
her fingers were in his hair once more. She tugged him down until they were sharing the same air and her tongue darted out, licking his lips, tasting herself on him.