Pushing damp strands of chocolate coloured hair from her forehead, Melodie fought against the humidity which was also making her clothes stick to her body uncomfortably. She couldn't believe how hot it was and though she wore a thin cotton shirt and three-quarter jeans, it might as well have been a thick blanket. Yet she was determined to have a good time as the fair was an annual event and this was her second time in ten years.
"Melodie? We're going to sit under that big shade over there" her friend shouted. As she looked up, there were people already gathering and placing blankets on the grass and spreading the picnic food for all to share. She had brought a variety of fruits and her friend had been brought many bottles of water and ice-packs at her request.
As she approached her group of friends, she noticed a pair of eyes looking at her. He was very handsome, which dark hair and deep brown eyes. He smiled warmly at her, causing her a slight shiver even in the heat. Unknown to her, she had already been checked out by him and he had liked what he'd seen.
"You remember Eric? The guy sitting opposite us and couldn't take his eyes off of you" Roberta teased. They had been friends forever and their bond was unbreakable.
"Yes" Melodie replied slowly. How could she not forget? Masculinity oozed from him and had penetrated deep within her.
"Well he wants to get to know you-so I took the liberty to give him your number" she half giggled half shrieked as a cushion came hurdling towards her.
What a great cottage, Melodie thought as she began unpacking her suitcases. She had longed for a break and here she was in the middle of nature. She knew she'd need more supplies and to clean up the place as it hadn't had an occupant for just over a month. Well no time like the present she thought and immediately began with the bathroom and then moving onto the other three rooms.
By the time she had finished the light dusting, she had also familiarised herself with the place. Though it was cosy, it did have a phone and a television along with a DVD player. Melodie had brought a few books, but she thought a variety of entertainment was better.
Feeling all the dust had settled on her, she decided that a shower was a perfect option, then go out to do some shopping before night fall. Peeling off her clothes, she hopped into the shower and welcomed the warm water that cascaded all over her and relaxed her muscles. She reached for soap followed by her shampoo and lost herself to the sound of the water.
Wrapping a towel around her body then her head, she moisturised her face thoroughly before going into the bedroom. She began to shiver from the shower and began to rub herself dry. As soon as she had worn a matching set of pants and a bra, she proceeded to moisturise her legs and arms, but abruptly stopped; it almost felt like she was being watched. Shaking the silly notion from her mind even though her door was slightly ajar, she threw on a cotton dress and collected her damp towels to take them outside to dry under the sun.
Walking back inside, she grabbed her bag and took the bike she'd also brought and cycled down to the local shops to place an order for food and drinks to be delivered. Melodie knew she wouldn't have any visitors so she didn't want to order too much. Absent-mindedly she walked through the store to see what she needed, when she heard a voice she recognised well.
What are you doing here? She asked herself nervously when she saw man that haunted her dreams at night. She didn't realise that her body had begun to tremble with a mixture of desire and fright. She tried avoiding to be seen, but luck was not on her side. When she looked again, she sighed out her relief for it looked like he had left. Maybe there was a God after all.
"You look so tempting little girl, you'll have all the men getting the wrong impression" he flatly stated. He felt like fucking her hard and he was sure most the guys upon seeing her would feel the same too. He reached for her. God he could strangle her.
She spun around so fast that she smashed in a solid chest. Stepping back she slowly looked up with a look of horror and excitement all mixed in one. "Eric?" she whispered, barely making her voice audible.
"Well, at least this simplifies things between us," he spoke for the first time, breaking the unbearable silence.
She felt him move, but refused to look at his direction. She could sense his closeness, but it was only when his fingers traced the delicate curve of her neck, sending shivers down her spine that she flinched away from him. He grabbed her tightly and drew her in to him.
"You're hurting me. LET ME GO!" she struggled, but the grip around her waist was painful and unyielding. Realising that the grip on her wouldn't loosen any time soon, she ceased to struggle hoping to prevent from being squeezed more than she already was.
Releasing her just as quickly, Melodie stood defiantly clad in a dress that clung to her like second skin and panted wildly. Her breasts rose and fell evenly; the cold air made her nipples stand out like hard little pebbles. Her wild and panicked facial expression made her look like a temptress and his eyes never lingered from her breasts.
She could feel his eyes slowly undressing her and the thought was making her hot. What was the matter with her? Suddenly he was next to her and nuzzling her neck and leaving wet kisses below her ear and around her throat.
"At least this time you can't escape from me. You left in such a hurry that I never got to finish what I started" he murmured against her ear whilst his fingers itched to explore her every curve.
"You conceited, arrogant bastard" she backed away.
"Oh, come on, you don't mean that," he teased.
"I fucking do!" she whispered heatedly.
Eric's brown eyes narrowed dangerously, but before she could react, he caught her by her upper arm, dragging her to the front door and opening it then roughly pushing her inside. He shut the door behind her and slammed her up against it. With one swift movement he caught both of her wrists with one hand and pinned them above her head.
"What did you say?" he demanded roughly against her lips. His other hand delved between their bodies to force her legs apart with brutal strength. She struggled against him but it was useless as he wedged himself between her thighs, making it impossible to shut them.
A low growl escaped her as she realized how vulnerable she was. Her body arching against him and a strange fire unfurled low in her belly as moisture gathered between her thighs which didn't help when she felt him hard and demanding, pressed intimately against her.
He captured her mouth in a punishing, brutal kiss that left her breathless. She moaned in protest against his hot mouth only to let his tongue taste the depths of her mouth.
"Don't," she tore her mouth away from his, breathing uneven and trembling beneath his touch.
She didn't struggle or fight back; too dazed by his lazy exploration to comprehend the feelings he stirred within her. She accepted the slow, seductive kiss he forced upon her. Her arms hesitantly crept up his chest, around his neck to draw him closer to her.
His hands slid over her hips, down her thighs, dragging the hem of her dress dangerously high. He clenched his fingers into the soft flesh of her buttocks, bringing her hard up against him, the thick bulge straining across his pants making her devastatingly aware of his intentions. She moaned against his mouth but didn't notice the way he guided her backwards, until she felt the edge of her bed.
"Please," she whispered when he finally released her mouth and gently lay her down as she was lifted onto its surface. Effortlessly he pushed up her dress then weaved his fingers into her hair. Eric couldn't understand what was happening to him. Making slow, sensuous love to that girl was the only thing he had on his mind and yet he wanted to fuck her hard, treating her like the whore she was.
He was lost into her soft, wet mouth that seemed to be crushed under the force of his demanding kisses. He felt her shudder under his touch making his lose his mind. She seemed so innocent in her pleadings, so inexperienced yet her body was responsive. The little bitch!
"Ah!" she whimpered against his mouth as his fingers tugged brutally her hair, the breath shuddering from her lungs. She gasped as she felt his fingers push into her once again.
"So responsive," he chuckled wickedly, as he touched the core of her moisture. "Just like I knew you'd be," he murmured huskily into her mouth. She hated him for what he was doing to her, even as her untutored body went up in flames. She threw her head back when his fingers began to flick across her clit, and closed her eyes to prevent him seeing the desire he had awakened inside of her.
"Oh no," he forced her mouth open with rough fingers. "I want to hear you scream, little bitch," he said through clenched jaws, and she obliged as she felt two fingers seeking entrance to her pussy.
"Don't," she cried but he muffled her protests with his mouth. She thumped him on his broad chest with her fists, her back arching, trying to dislodge the invading digit.
He was inside only up to the first knuckle, and she was impossibly tight, her snug walls clutching his finger, clamping down on it.
"You're so tight," he whispered into her parted lips, containing a groan as he imagined his thick shaft swallowed by her tight pussy. She gasped as he continued to work his fingers up inside her. "Have you been saving yourself?" he murmured, mocking her, smiling wickedly.
"Eric," she whispered trying desperately to ignore the wiggling finger inside her tight pussy and the rough caresses his thumb forced on her swollen clit. He tilted her chin upwards with soft, but firm fingers and their gaze locked. They silently looked at each other for what seemed an eternity until he slowly but reluctantly withdrew from her. He backed away from her, intent putting as much distance between them as possible.
"Leave," he ordered in a tone that broke no arguments. He couldn't help but think of the men that might have had her before him; of them touching her and making her cry out in pleasure. "If you choose to stay, I will not be held responsible for my actions." She turned her head away and fled without a backward glance. Inside she was fuming; he had forced himself on her, treating her like a whore.
She came out of the bathroom and headed for the bedroom, her shoulders and legs glistened with moisture; some of it escaping to travel down her the full swells of her breasts which were pressed against the thick purple towel. He pressed his body up against her back and she jumped in surprise. He pulled her towel away and pushed her onto the bed. "No" she begged scurrying away from him, but her back hit the headboard and she knew she was trapped.
Then he was on top of her, peeing the towel away and began to run his hands over her still wet body. She tried to push him off of her, but he grabbed her wrists, pulling them above her head. She panicked at the restraint and started bucking underneath him, but he grabbed her hips and held her down, growling into her neck "Please..." was all she could say. He kissed and nipped at her neck and chin; his hand cupped her sex and he growled again.
"How many men have you been with?" His voice was strained. Her eyes opened wide at the incredibility in his voice. A look of horror crossed her face and she shook her head. He thrust two fingers into her pussy and she jerked against the sudden intrusion. "I asked, how many men have you fucked," He thrust violently in and out of her.
What did he think she was a whore who fucked with any man she met? He didn't deserve to find out the truth, she wouldn't do him the honour. She cried trying to move away from his hand.
Snarling, he grabbed a fist-full of her hair and yanked causing her to yelp in pain. "Answer me."
He could feel her heart pounding against his chest and her growing wet around his fingers. "None". She blushed furiously and turned her head away from him. He could feel relief take over him and he started to assault her body with kisses, working his way from her neck to her chest down to her stomach. He settled himself between her legs. Even though she tried in vain to close them, to keep him out, he pushed her legs open wider, exposing her most private parts to him.
"No-one has fucked you?" He rumbled more than spoke.
"No," she whispered pressing her face into her arm.
He had an unexpected desire to rip his clothes off and bury himself inside her, searing away the mere thought of any other man. The thoughts scared and incredibly aroused him. He looked at her, her lips glistened and he wanted nothing more than to brand her with his mouth. He dipped his head and lightly licked between her lips. She tried to pull away from him, so completely aware of her nakedness while he was still fully dressed. He held her down and licked her again. "How many men have tasted you," he demanded.
"Stop" she begged into her arm. He dipped his head back down to her, taking her clit into his mouth and running his teeth across it, making her body buck against the feel of his teeth on such a sensitive spot.
"How many men have you tasted?" he demanded as he licked her clit and she started to pant. He looked up at her. She was watching him lick her, her body flushed with a mix of arousal and humiliation.
"Two." She shook as he licked her again.
He rewarded her for the proper response by burying his tongue in her. He thrust in and out of her pussy. Her body trembled and she started to rock against his lips ever so slightly. He moved his hands to push her thighs up and lift her, giving him better access.
"Please ... Please don't make me" she moaned, desperate for him to stop. The sound of her panting drew him mad and he started eating her out like he was starved for her, his tongue lapping at her; he thrust a finger inside her and started pumping. She tried to move away from his intrusion, but couldn't.
"How many men have made you cum," his breath was hot and quick against her pussy. She buried her face in her arm again, so humiliated by the answer she couldn't bring herself to say it.
He bit down on her clit and she jerked her body up, screaming "Only you!"
The confession made him freeze. He looked up at her from between her legs with a wicked smirk. "Really my hot little slut?" She pressed her face harder against her arm and nodded.
His words seemed to snap her out of her daze. "You fucking bastard." She fought against him, but he just chuckled and went back to licking her, thrusting two fingers in and out of her. Her struggles only succeeded in her rocking her hips against him, pressing his fingers deeper into her. A familiar tightness started to build inside her. "Oh God" she groaned to herself, but her hips were already rocking against him in desire rather than escape. He took her clit between his lips and sucked, flicking his tongue over it again and again until he felt her release against his fingers.
He continued to lick at her, taking every last shuddering spasm and moan of her orgasm. As she stilled, he took a final lick before moving up her body and kissing her. She tried to turn her head away, but he caught her lips with his and assaulted her mouth. Then he was off of her. He walked out of the room, slamming the front door behind him and leaving her alone.
"You haven't spoken to me since last night" he suddenly stated after
"What did you expect? To be your whore willingly and then thank you for it?" she asked in bitter anger.
"Whether you are willing or not isn't my concern" he answered impatiently. His disappointment with her was turning into rage.
"You think just because you didn't have to work hard to take me to your bed means you can treat me this way? I gave into you, because against my better judgement I liked you from the first moment I met you.
"Are you always going to behave like this?" he asked as his temper increased, watching her with such intensity.
"You only want me in your life to boost your ego and tell you what a wonderful lover you are. The fact remains; I am of no importance to you so please stop pretending that I am" she replied.
"This has nothing to do with you being important to me. Have I treated you differently?" he shot back.