Risqué Business (Club Risqué #8)

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

“ I s everything okay?” Micah asked Melody, later that night.

They were snuggled together in the rather conservatively sized bed, situated in what had been the old junk room. It had been cleared out and now housed all their personal items, giving the pair of them a modicum of privacy within the club. Much more so than using a bed in one of the playrooms or the pull-out sofa bed in the staffroom. While far from ideal, it did at least give them their own private space.

“Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”

Did her voice sound like she’d forced cheer into it? Or was he starting to second guess himself?

“I just wanted to check how you felt about the house situation. I know it’s a big step for you.”

Melody just shrugged. “It is what it is.”

She didn’t say anything more, just leaned in and placed kisses across his collar bone, running her fingers over his pecs and down his happy trail until her hand closed around his already hard and straining cock.

He let out a soft groan, his breath hitching as her warm, skilled touch sent shivers down his spine. His eyes fluttered shut as he savoured the moment, allowing her to take control for once. He felt her hand tighten around his length, gently stroking him in time with the rhythm of her kisses, their tongues danced a passionate waltz that seemed to echo the pounding of his heart. He could feel his erection growing impossibly harder, pushing against her hand, begging for relief, his body tense with desire. Her touch felt electric, sending shivers down his spine and awakening every nerve ending. He reached up, threading his fingers through her hair, pulling her closer to him. The clean scent of her skin, mixed with the aroma of her arousal, intoxicated him further.

As she continued to tease and pleasure him, he could feel his own control slipping away. His heart pounded in his chest, matching the rhythm of her hand moving up and down his length. Each stroke sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through him, building the tension to near unbearable levels.

She leaned back slightly, her eyes locked on his, filled with a hunger that mirrored his own.

God, he loved her so much. Melody had come such a long way. They both had, and everything between them was almost perfect.

Almost…

Moving her leg so she straddled him, Melody eased herself down on his rigid length, closing her eyes and flinging her head back as she sank onto him.

A low, grunt escaped him as he felt the warmth of her body enveloping him, every sensation heightening the tension within him. He gripped her hips tightly, pulling her closer as she rode him, their bodies syncing in a primal dance of passion.

Their breaths mingled, ragged and fast, as they moved in sync, their bodies melding together as one. The room seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of them in a world of their own making. With each thrust, he lost himself in the passion and intensity of their lovemaking, their skin glistening with sweat and desire.

Melody whimpered, and Micah knew she needed more so he rolled them over, encouraging her onto all fours before he took his place behind her and plunged back into her welcome heat.

“Micah…” she begged. She still wasn’t good at asking for what she wanted, but fortunately he’d become an expert at reading her tells.

In the bedroom, at least.

Bringing his hand down on the porcelain skin of her taut backside, he stiffed a groan as she clenched around him at the contact.

“More,” she whispered, so softly it was barely audible.

His good girl, asking for what she wanted. It was such a huge thing for her. And Micah rewarded her by landing another spank, and another. Peppering her backside until she was writhing and pushing back against him on the verge of orgasm.

Micah felt his own release building, his climax growing closer with every spank, every thrust. The rhythm of their bodies was in perfect harmony, their passion and lust fuelling the intensity of their lovemaking.

Melody cried out, her orgasm sweeping over her like a tidal wave. Her body shook and convulsed, pulling Micah over the edge.

He groaned, holding himself tightly against her as his release erupted, hot and blinding. Heat washed over him in waves as he let out a ragged breath that broke on a low moan. Euphoria coursing through his veins, he pressed softer kisses to her shoulders, his hand coming up to gently pull her back down with him.

They collapsed onto their sides, sticky and spent. Micah pulled her into a spooning position, wrapping his arm around her waist and pressing soft kisses to the back of her neck. His heart pounded against his ribcage so hard he was sure she could feel it.

Melody leaned back into him, sighing softly as she threaded her fingers with his. Despite their panting breaths echoing in the quiet room, the moment was peaceful, intimate.

Catching his breath, Micah pressed a tender kiss onto her shoulder. "I love you," he murmured into her skin, the words raw and honest in the aftermath of their shared climax.

His declaration hung heavy in the air between them but there was no hesitation in her voice when she replied. “I love you too, Micah.”

They lay there for a while longer, clinging to each other as the euphoria of their lovemaking slowly faded away.

It wasn’t until reality started setting back in that their interrupted conversation crept back into his mind and a startling thought occurred to him.

Did she just divert him with sex?