Just a Number (Thirst Trap #2)

18. Mel

Chapter eighteen

Mel

W e are two bottles of wine down and there’s a huge pile of books in between us where we are sprawled on the softly carpeted floor in front of my precious bookshelves. Cassidy and I have been giving Abby the rundown on tropes and trying to get an idea of her kinks and what she likes to help us make book suggestions.

“If only there was a quiz I could do to tell me what I’m into,” Abby says with a sigh.

Cassidy sits up fast from her reclined position. Her wine sloshes up the sides of her glass, nearly spilling on the carpet in her excitement. “Oh, but there is.”

She grabs up her phone and opens a web browser, seconds later pulling up a kink quiz. “I’m sending this to both of you. You should totally do this, and then we can compare answers.”

I’m intrigued for sure. “Have you done it?” I ask her.

“Ah, yep, and Tom and Jack have too. It’s fascinating. Really helped me understand the dynamics of our relationship and where I can push the boundaries in the bedroom.” She waggles her brows. “Please say you’ll do it?”

My phone buzzes with her message with the link. “What have I got to lose?” I say, looking across to Abby, who’s already opened it and started answering.

The questions are somewhat confronting and make me realise how vanilla my sex life has been in the past. I’m grateful for my recent experiences with Alex to help me answer them.

“How do I know if I like this stuff if I haven’t tried it?” I ask.

“Perhaps think about if you’d want to try, and answer based on that. You could always try a few things, then retake the quiz,” Cassidy suggests.

Who would I try this stuff with? Alex’s face comes to mind and his eagerness to please. God, we could have some fun working our way through this list. I’d love to see his answers if he took the quiz.

I answer each question and hit submit at the end. A moment later, my results pop up. I look down the list, eyebrows raising at the answers.

“What’s your top one?” Cassidy asks excitedly. “I have mine saved. We can compare.”

“I’m really high on switch and pretty high on vanilla. Vanilla I get.” I blow out a sigh. “But what the hell does switch even mean?”

“Oooh, a switch… my switch is high too. It means you enjoy switching between being dominant and submissive. Tom, of course, is wholly dominant.” Cassidy has a gleam in her eye. “Oh yeah, and Jack’s brattiness is obviously high.”

“Huh,” I say, my mouth open.

“What?” Cassidy quizzes.

“The first time with Alex, I found myself taking charge. Not completely. But I enjoyed it,” I admit, trying not to think back to that night.

“You should definitely try it some more then. It makes me feel so powerful. I love it.” She winks at me before saying, “What about you, Abbs?”

Abby looks up from the screen with a serious look in her eyes. “I’m high on non-monogamy and exhibitionism.”

“Ooh, you should totally try an orgy in front of a crowd,” Cassidy suggests like it’s nothing.

“Whose to say I haven’t?” Abby raises her eyebrows.

Cassidy giggles delightedly. “Well, if you do it again, can I come watch? Purely for book research, of course.”

“Of course.” Abby gives her a knowing nod.

“So what are you going to try to see if you like it?” Cassidy asks me.

“Ummm,” my blush glows on my cheeks, “I’m not sure.” The thought of taking part in an orgy gives me pause for thought. It’s not something I’ve considered before and yet my pulse speeds up. I don’t know what to make of it. I also am surprisingly interested in the idea of watching one. “Maybe some voyeurism,” I tell the girls, expecting a joke or two back. But there are none.

“An excellent place to start,” Abby declares with a friendly smile on her face.

And, as the conversation turns back to books, I can’t help but wonder what Alex’s answers to this quiz would be.

All the talk of sex with the girls has got me decidedly horny. I’ve always enjoyed sex, even though my sex life has been fairly vanilla up until recently. When Alex got on his knees for me in the study, I started thinking about how good it would feel to be in charge. To order someone around. I hadn’t felt confident enough that night with Alex to really push the dominance, but after the quiz results earlier, maybe I should try it.

I’m lying in bed, naked. I rarely sleep naked. I’m always more comfortable in bed nude, but, as I get cold, I tend to wear pyjamas. But tonight, I decided to slip between the sheets with nothing on, enjoying the fabric gliding over my body. My nipples are stiff peaks, and I can’t stop fidgeting.

I still have the house to myself. Zack texted hours ago to say he’s staying with a friend tonight.

I open the drawer beside my bed and dig out the clit suction toy that Cassidy gifted me a while back. I tried it when she first gave it to me. I’d never come as fast in my life as I did when I put the toy to my clit. It felt like someone was licking and blowing simultaneously. That was after a long dry spell, post-marriage break up.

I turn it on and check the batteries are still working. They are. A shiver rolls through my body in anticipation. I need an orgasm. Perhaps if I let myself do that, then I’ll be able to stop thinking about Alex and the night we shared together.

I place the toy in the right place and start it on a low setting. My whole body comes alive with sensation and my breath hitches as I slowly work up the settings.

One setting makes my eyes roll back in my head. Fuck, it’s so good . But all I can think about as it works me towards an orgasm is how much I wish it was Alex between my thighs. It’s the image of him, kneeling before me, licking and sucking me, that drives me over the edge. The orgasm rolls over me and I gasp in surprise as liquid squirts out of me. Alex unlocked something in me when he made me do it.

I lay panting, coming down from the orgasm. And that’s when I hear the roar of a bike coming down the street. It doesn’t usually wake me, but as I glance at the clock and see how late it is, I realise it’s likely to be Alex. I listen as the bike draws nearer. But it stops before it gets close. I frown, trying to work out what’s happened.

I get up, grabbing a blanket from the bed to wrap around me. I draw the curtains to the side, but it’s hard to see, so I open them further. And that’s when I see him, walking the bike into the driveway. He pushes the heavy bike over to the side so it’s tucked near the hedge and not easily seen from the road. Once he’s rested it on the kickstand, he reaches up and pulls the helmet off his head. He’s facing away from me and I can’t stop staring as he tilts his head first one way and then the other to stretch his neck.

He turns around, as if aware that someone is watching him. I freeze, unable to do anything other than stare at him as he looks up at me in the window. I have no idea how long the two of us watch each other. It’s dark out there and hard to see the expression on his face. I cling to the blanket, roughly wrapped around me, breathing fast. My body is still full of awareness from the orgasm I just had thinking about him.

I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to look away. My teeth gnaw at my lip.

He reaches for the pocket of his leather biker jacket, unzips it, and pulls something out. A screen lights up and I realise it’s his phone just as a buzzing comes from my bedside table. I walk over and see his name on the screen with an incoming call. I unplug it from where it’s charging and click the answer button, gripping it in one hand.

“Hello.” I’m breathless, my voice husky.

“Hey, it’s me. You okay?” he asks.

“Uh-huh.”

“I’m sorry if I woke you. I’ve been pushing it the last bit to cut down on the noise.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t wake me. I was…” I trail off. What do I say?

“Do you need anything?”

I close my eyes. I need him. Every part of me yearns for his touch, his warmth. A shiver rattles through me. I draw in a deep breath.

“Mel? You there?”

“Yes, I’m here.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I was just thinking about you. And then you were there. It’s kinda thrown me.” The darkness and the late hour make it easier to be honest, to lay myself open.

“What do you need, Mel? Do you want me to come in? To come up?”

“I don’t know. I think so. But I don’t want to regret it tomorrow.”

“No strings. You can use me for whatever you need. I’ve still got a key. Is it okay if I use it to come in?”

I move back to the window. He’s still there, standing exactly where he was, looking up at me expectantly.

“Yes, use the key, Alex. Please,” I tell him.

“I’ll be right there,” he whispers before hanging up.

His footsteps are soft as he comes up the stairs. The bedroom door opens wide and there he is, standing in the doorway. The bedside lamp illuminates him like a masterpiece. His nostrils flare as something catches his eye. I follow his gaze and jolt when I see the abandoned toy lying on the sheets. And if he gets close enough to the bed, he’ll discover the wet patch too.

“Having fun?” he asks, propping himself against the doorframe, arms crossed and one ankle crossed over the other one.

“Not as much as I had when you were here.” I’m beyond trying to stop this now. I can’t understand why I’ve been denying myself when every part of me wants him, needs him. Perhaps it’s the gentle encouragement from Cassidy and Abby to go for it, to let my hair down. Perhaps it’s the memory of how it was with him buried deep inside me. But I struggle to remember why I decided that I couldn’t give in to this. The doubts have cleared and in their place, there is a burning need for this exquisite man that stands before me.

I draw a breath and stand tall, pulling every ounce of confidence into that stance. Then I drop the blanket, letting it fall to the floor. I stand, bared to him. I can’t do anything to stop the blush that rages over my whole body, but I don’t let it stop me.

His eyes work their way up and down as his Adam’s apple dips when he swallows hard.

“Come here.” I beckon him closer, reaching out a hand. He pulls his jacket off and throws it to the side as he makes his way across the room. And then his shirt comes over his head and is chucked. He must have paused on the way in to remove his boots and socks, as his feet are already bare.

He’s standing in front of me now. I reach out and unbuckle his jeans.

“How many?” he asks. I frown, not understanding the question. “How many times did you come?”

“Just once.” I’m unfastening his jeans, pulling them apart. My hand brushes against his hardened cock, tucked away in his boxer shorts.

“I can smell your arousal.” He growls out the words, leaning closer to me and nuzzling my neck. “You smell fucking divine.”