Melinda
Antonio was quiet on the drive back to his apartment. The atmosphere in the car was charged – almost like it would catch fire if I lit a match. His hand was resting heavily on my bare thigh, and the heat radiating from his skin was enough to drive me wild. My body was a jumble of tense nerves. This was the first time that I’d be having sex after discussing it first – the other two times, it had sort of just happened. Plus, this would the first time I’d have sex in a bed.
The very thought of Antonio taking me in his bed made me blush. I know it sounds silly – a bed is the exact place you’d expect two people to be having sex. But it seemed strangely intimate. After all, I hadn’t spent much time with Antonio in private. Our conversations, our arguments, our most heated moments . . . those had all taken place at Hurricanes, or at that greasy diner. But now that I was going back to his apartment, I had a feeling everything between us was going to change.
“I love you,” I said softly as Antonio pulled into the driveway. This time, I barely even noticed the ramshackle houses surrounding Antonio’s little cottage. The streets didn’t look so mean or uninviting.
I wondered what it would be like to live here, away from everything I’d ever known.
Antonio leaned over and kissed me. He reached between our bodies and unbuckled my seatbelt. Just as I was about to crawl on his lap, Antonio pulled away and grinned.
“I want you in my bed this time,” Antonio growled in a husky voice. “Melinda, I want you.”
The way he said my name made me shiver. I climbed out of the car and trotted inside after him eagerly. Antonio didn’t even turn on the lights. He threw his wallet and keys on the table and then wrapped me into a tight, intimate embrace.
“I need you,” Antonio whispered. He nudged my head up until I was looking at the ceiling then planted smoldering kisses on my exposed neck. The air in his house was chilly, and goosebumps broke out over every inch of my skin. But as Antonio pulled me close in his arms, I knew I’d never be cold again.
Wrapping my arms around Antonio’s neck, I jumped against his chest and wrapped my legs around his thighs. He growled in response and shoved me against the wall, kissing me until my lips started to feel numb. As his tongue slid into my mouth, all I could think about was how he was saving me. We were two desperate victims in a world full of crime and ugliness, and Antonio was pulling me out of the wreckage and into a better life.
Passion flowed through my body as he pinned me against the wall. The pressure of his muscular body against mine was delicious, and I moaned softly as his lips moved lower down my neck, until he was kissing me at the base of my throat. Hot lust surged through my veins and I threw my head back against the wall, moaning loudly. Somehow, the distress and anxiety that had been consuming me before transformed into the most powerful desire I’d ever felt.
“I love you,” I moaned as Antonio nipped at my neck.
Antonio eased me down from the wall, and I let my legs drop from his waist. In one smooth motion, Antonio scooped me up in his arms and carried me through the dark apartment to his bedroom, where he lowered my feet to the floor.
Before I could pull away, he tossed me onto the bed. We locked eyes as he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it away from his smooth, muscular torso. I shivered at the sight of his pectoral muscles rippling with the easy movements. He was so strong, so powerful – I couldn’t believe someone like Antonio could love someone like me.
Getting on my hands and knees, I crawled closer until I was kneeling on the edge of the bed. I reached forward and hooked my thumbs in his belt loops, pulling him closer. Antonio groaned as I unfastened his fly and tugged his dark jeans down his hips. His cock was straining the front of his briefs, and I rubbed my hand over the erection, enjoying the feel of his stiff member through the cotton fabric.
“God, Melinda,” Antonio groaned. “Don’t stop.”
I licked my lips and grinned. “I don’t plan to,” I said coyly as I tugged Antonio’s briefs down his legs. His body looked pale in the darkness as I moved closer, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock and gently pumping up and down. There was a small bead of clear moisture at the head, and I leaned down, sticking out my tongue and licking it off with a simple, innocent gesture.
Antonio groaned again. He made a strangled noise in the back of his throat and reached down to tangle his fingers in my mass of hair. He always made me feel so naughty. Moaning softly, I licked my lips and closed them over the head of Antonio’s cock. I loved the way he tasted, salty and clean, like he’d just come from swimming in the ocean. I loved the way he felt in my hand – the hot pulse of his cock was enough to make me want to rip my panties off and climb on. And, most of all, I loved the way his eyes rolled back in his head as I pleasured him. I loved the way his body jerked and arched like a puppet on a string. I loved feeling powerful – like I was strong enough to hold a man like Antonio in the palm of my hand.
His hips jerked forward and his cock jammed into my throat. Relaxing my muscles, I started to breathe through my nose. My jaw was already straining and I was drooling down my chin, but I wanted to please Antonio until I couldn’t move. I wanted him to know how much I loved him, and how grateful I was that he was saving me.
Antonio reached down and wrapped his hand around mine, guiding my hand to stroke his cock faster until my wrist was aching from jerking up and down so quickly. The head of his cock bobbed against the roof of my mouth and I swirled my tongue frantically over the base, trying to suck out every last bit of cum. Antonio groaned and pulled my hair so hard that I cried out.
“Melinda, God, stop,” Antonio groaned. He pulled my hair again, then released me and pushed me back on the bed.
I toppled over, landing ungracefully on my ass with my legs splayed.
Antonio looked down at me with hunger in his eyes. I stared back, feeling completely vulnerable and naked even though I was still dressed. He leapt onto the bed and pushed my legs apart. My short club dress bunched around my waist, and the cool air of the bedroom stimulated my hot pussy.
He crawled between my legs, reaching down and sliding a finger between my thighs, rubbing the crotch of my panties. A loud moan escaped my lips, and I tilted my head back until I was staring at the ceiling. Antonio’s hands on me felt so good that my whole body was tingling with excitement and pleasure.
“Take your panties off,” Antonio growled. “I want to see you expose yourself for me.”
Shivering, I reached down and hooked my thumbs in my underwear then started slowly tugging them down my legs. I looked up and made eye contact with Antonio, licking my lips and moaning softly as the cool air hit my pussy.
Antonio’s eyes flashed with dark lust. He ripped my panties down the rest of the way, then threw them to the side. Before I could move, he buried his face between my legs. I moaned in intense pleasure as Antonio’s lips found my clit and gently began to suck.
I began moving my hips up and down in the air, grinding my pussy against Antonio’s face. He buried his tongue inside of me, licking and sucking until I couldn’t even move. Little hot noises were coming out of my mouth and sweat broke out all over my body. I ran my hands down my sides, grabbing my dress and pulling it over my head. My breasts were spilling out of my bra and I ran my hands over them, savoring the way I tingled when my nipples were rubbed under the lacy fabric.
Antonio growled. He slipped another finger inside of me and I cried out as pleasure gripped my lower belly. My face was hot with lust and excitement as Antonio grabbed me firmly by the hips and started sucking passionately on my hard clit. The sensation of his tongue sliding over the swollen flesh made me howl with pleasure, and my body was writhing all over the bed.
Antonio pulled away. He wiped his mouth then leaned down to kiss me. As I savored the taste of my juices all over his lips, he reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. He pulled it away from my breasts then gazed hungrily down at my body.
“You’re so beautiful, Melinda,” Antonio whispered. “I never got to look at you before like this – I wanna savor it. You’re art.”
My body was tingling and pulsing and begging for his touch. I grabbed his hands and pulled him down on top of me. His cock poked me in the stomach and I moaned, spreading my legs and wrapping them around his waist desperately. I didn’t just want Antonio, I needed him, desperate for him the way I was desperate to breathe.
“I want you,” I whispered hotly. Antonio leaned down and sucked one of my nipples, playing his tongue over the stiff flesh until I cried out. With one hand, Antonio started pinching and rolling the other nipple between his thumb and index finger. The pain from his pinches combined with the tickling sensation of his lips and tongue sent my lust into overdrive.
Pushing Antonio away from my body, I crawled into a sitting position. He laid down on his back, grinning. His cock poked between my labia. Lowering my body, I glided on top of him.
He groaned underneath me. His face was red and sweaty and his eyes were screwed tightly closed in obvious ecstasy. “You’re torturing me,” Antonio moaned. He reached up and began playing with my breasts, pinching my nipples until I gave a loud moan. Pleasure shot through my body, and I couldn’t wait anymore.
Using my hand, I guided Antonio’s cock to my pussy. The head pushed inside of me and I cried out, rocking my hips until I was settled all the way down, locked against him. Antonio’s cock twitched inside of me and I moaned before grinding my hips against his body. We moved together in a perfect rhythm – frenzied and fast, then slow and sensual.
Antonio tangled his fingers with mine and squeezed my hand as I rocked my hips on top of his cock. My clit was burning with passion and I smiled coyly at him before sliding a hand down my body and gently rubbing myself. Pleasure shot through me like a million arrows, and I closed my eyes, smiling and putting on a show for Antonio as I continued to rub myself.
Antonio growled. He tore my hand away from my body, then reached between my legs and rubbed my clit with his thumb until I was gasping for air. His cock was pummeling into me harder than before, and just when I felt like I was going to come, Antonio stopped.
“What are you doing?” I asked softly.
Antonio grabbed my hips and pulled me off his body, tossing me to the bed. He kissed me passionately before swatting me hard on the ass. “Lie on your belly. I want to take you from behind.”
Moaning, I blushed and shivered as I crawled onto my stomach and spread my legs.
Antonio straddled my legs and shoved his cock inside of my pussy once more. He felt even bigger from behind, and I moaned, raising my hips in the air and wiggling until he was buried inside me. Antonio grabbed a fistful of my ass then started riding me. His hips and thighs clenching my body made it impossible to move. The bed was jostling and bouncing from his powerful thrusts, and I clenched handfuls of the sheet as a hot, thrilling sensation began building in my lower belly.
“God,” Antonio moaned. He dug his fingers into the cheeks of my ass and I cried out. As his body moved powerfully against mine, I felt my orgasm wash over me like a tidal wave. My belly clenched and pulsed as Antonio’s cock filled every inch of my pussy. I moaned and buried my face in the sheets, screaming as each pulse hit me with more intensity than the last. Antonio exploded on top of me, filling me with his cum as he let out primal grunting sounds.
The shock of my orgasm lasted more than a few seconds, and I sucked in deep breaths of air as the trembling sensation left my body. Antonio slid out of me and flopped on his side. I could tell by the sound of his breathing that he was still worked up, and I pulled the thin sheet over his hot, sweaty body.
Antonio wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close, spooning his body against mine. It felt so comfortable and warm that I closed my eyes, resting my head against his muscular bicep.
“I wish I could fall asleep here,” I whispered, tracing invisible patterns over Antonio’s arm with the tip of my index finger. “This is so comfortable, and so safe.”
Antonio swallowed. “Me too, baby,” he whispered. His words were hot against the nape of my neck and I shivered.
“I wish I never had to go home,” I said again. The feeling of desperation and sadness was starting to creep back in, and I wanted to cry. I wanted to curl up against Antonio’s chest and snuggle him until the apocalypse. Or at least until the death of my father.
But I knew that wasn’t very likely to happen.
“I know,” Antonio said. He stroked my sweaty hair, pushing it back from my forehead as he kissed me. “But I promise, baby, everything’s going to be okay. We’ll figure out a way to get you out of this.”
“Why can’t we just leave tonight?” I asked. I rolled away from Antonio onto my belly until we were facing each other. “Like, I could go home and pack a bag and then come back here. And we could buy planet tickets, and just leave.”
Antonio shook his head. “I don’t have the money to front that right now,” he said. “Your father gave me a credit card, but I think he must have an alert set every time I use it. He’d know about the tickets.”
“So pull out a cash advance, and we’ll just buy them in person,” I said excitedly. “Antonio, it has to work! It has to!”
Antonio shook his head. “Baby, the banks are closed,” he said. He sighed. “God, I wish I’d thought of something before I had to tell you. I hate this,” he added, gesturing to the ceiling. “I hate the fact that your father has me over a barrel like this.”
I sighed. A knot of dread was forming in my stomach, and as much as I wanted to ignore it, I knew I didn’t have a choice.
Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. I grinned and punched Antonio in the shoulder.
“What?” Antonio narrowed his eyes and chuckled. “You about wore me out. If you’re asking for round two, I’m gonna have to wait a while.”
“No, silly,” I said impatiently. “I just got an idea!”
“What?” Antonio frowned. “What’s going on, Melinda?”
I smirked. “I’ll just say no,” I said triumphantly.
“What?”
“When the priest asks if I’ll marry Alexander, I’ll say no,” I said, shrugging. “They can’t force me to marry someone against my will. This is America, Antonio.”
Antonio bit his lip. “I’m not sure that’s going to work,” he said slowly.
I rolled out of bed and grabbed my panties and bra. Getting dressed was an awkward business – my limbs felt clumsy and tired – but I was filled with energy and hope. Why haven’t I thought of this before? I wondered as I pulled my dress on. This is the idea that’s going to save me.
“I should probably get home,” I said, glancing down at my phone for the time. “I hate to leave, but I don’t want Dad getting suspicious.”
Antonio nodded. “Okay,” he said. “You promise you’ll text me and tell me you’re okay?”
I nodded. “You’re so overprotective,” I said, playfully punching Antonio in the shoulder again. This time, he rubbed the area where I’d hit him before grabbing my fingers and bringing them to his mouth.
“Of course I’m overprotective,” Antonio said. “I love you, Melinda.”
I grinned until my cheeks hurt. “I love you, too,” I said softly. “And I always will.”