The humid evening air clung to Melony's skin as she fumbled with her keys outside the apartment building, her shift at the diner running late again. The streetlight flickered overhead when suddenly a masked figure stepped out of the shadows, his voice gravelly with menace. "Give me the purse, sweetheart, or I'll make you regret it." Behind him, the second thug revved the scooter engine, its high-pitched whine slicing through the night as he barked, "Do it already-hit her if she won't hand it over!" Melony's grip tightened on the worn leather strap-she couldn't lose this. Not when rent was due tomorrow.
Richard turned the corner just in time to see the scooter thug reaching for Melony's arm. Without hesitation, he dropped his gym bag and lunged forward, his knuckles connecting with the man's jaw in a sickening crack. The scooter wobbled as its rider slumped unconscious. The second robber hesitated-just long enough for Richard to grab him by the collar and drive his knee upward. A guttural groan escaped the man as he staggered back, blood dripping from his nose.
Melony's breath hitched as she watched Richard move-the way his muscles flexed under his damp t-shirt, the controlled violence in his stance. Something primal stirred low in her belly. Holy shit, he just... for me? Her fingers trembled around her purse strap, but not from fear anymore.
Voice shaky but bright "Thank you! What is your name? I'm Melony!" She extended a hand, then noticed his split knuckles and gasped. "Oh god, you're bleeding-let me-"
Flexing his injured hand with a wince "Richard. And don't worry about i" He grinned, then lowered his voice. "But maybe we should get inside before his friends come back."
She bit her lip, glancing between the unconscious thug and Richard's bleeding knuckles. "Y-yeah, good idea." Her heart hammered against her ribs-part adrenaline, part something else entirely "I live on the third floor. Let me patch you up?"
His eyes lingered on her flushed cheeks before he smirked, wiping blood off his hand with his shirt. "I've got a very good med kit at my place on 2nd." The way her breath hitched when he stepped closer wasn't lost on him
God, his apartment smells like sandalwood and expensive soap She knelt by his coffee table, fingers trembling as she dabbed antiseptic on his knuckles. "You-you really didn't have to do that for me." Her thumb brushed his pulse point, lingering a second too long.
Watching her eyelashes flutter "Couldn't let them hurt you." His voice dropped lower, rough from the fight. "Though now I'm thinking you're more dangerous than those punks." He tilted his hand, letting her fingers slide against his palm.
Her breath caught "Dangerous how?" She didn't pull her hand away, instead tracing the veins on his wrist with tentative fingers. The antiseptic bottle tipped over, forgotten, as her pulse roared in her ears-his skin is so warm.
He caught her wrist gently, calloused thumb brushing her racing pulse. "Because now I'm thinking about how reckless you were-willing to die for a purse?" His voice dropped to a growl. "You're either dangerous, crazy, or desperate. Which is it?"
She exhaled sharply-his grip was firm but not tight, just enough to make her skin tingle. "Desperate," she admitted in a whisper. His eyes are so dark up close. "Rent's due tomorrow and-" Why am I telling him this? Her cheeks burned as she realized how close they were kneeling.
"That purse has the rent and cash for groceries for the next week. So pretty much my entire life savings." Her laugh was brittle as she glanced at the spilled antiseptic. "Pathetic, right? A nursing student who can't even afford-" His thumb pressed harder against her pulse, stopping her mid-sentence.
"Not pathetic." His other hand reached up, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear-slow, deliberate. "But reckless as hell." The corner of his mouth twitched.
Her breath caught when his fingers lingered near her jawline-rough from the fight yet impossibly gentle against her skin. She should pull away, should laugh this off with some awkward joke about neighbourly gratitude, but the way his thumb kept circling her wrist sent heat pooling low in her stomach. "Maybe I like reckless," she murmured, biting her lip as she leaned imperceptibly closer. "Or maybe I just like.."
He studied her face-the dilated pupils, the way her chest rose just a fraction faster-before releasing her wrist to inspect his bandaged knuckles. "Medical student, you say? Nicely done." His smirk deepened as he flexed his fingers. "Your rescue's fully paid now, haha!" The joke landed awkwardly, his usual confidence fraying at the edges.
"No it is not!" She grabbed his forearm, her grip surprisingly firm. "Let me cook dinner for you and then we call it even. Please!" Her voice cracked with unexpected intensity. "I cannot live in debt to anyone. I need to be even. That's my thing." The air between them crackled as she realized how close she'd leaned in-close enough to smell the lingering sweat and aftershave on his skin.
His gaze darkened as he let her pull him toward the kitchen, watching the way her hips swayed slightly with each step. "Alright, Florence Nightingale," he murmured, leaning against the counter while she rummaged through his fridge.
His kitchen smells like him She bit her lip as she pulled out eggs and pancetta. "Do you like carbonara?" Her voice came out breathier than intended as she glanced over her shoulder-just in time to catch his eyes tracing the curve of her waist where her shirt had ridden up.
"Love it." He uncorked a bottle of Chianti with practiced ease, pouring two glasses. The way her fingers fumbled with the knife made his throat tighten-she's nervous. Because of me. "Need help?"
"No no no! You rest and I cook. I will run to my place to change and will be back in a bit." She wiped her hands on her apron. "Five minutes, promise."
No problem.
Five minutes stretched into ten before Richard heard the knock-soft at first, then more insistent. When he opened the door, his breath caught. Melony stood there in yoga pants so tight they might as well have been painted on, the fabric clinging to every curve of her thighs and hips. Her V-neck t-shirt dipped dangerously low, revealing just enough cleavage to make his fingers twitch at his sides.
Leaning against the doorframe with a slow smirk "You know, I don't remember carbonara requiring... this kind of uniform." His gaze dragged down her body before meeting her eyes again. "Unless there's a secret step I missed."
Flushing but holding his gaze "You have to dress comfortably to cook a good meal. That's my secret to good cooking." She brushed past him into the apartment, deliberately close enough for him to catch her vanilla-and-citrus scent. Let him look-let him want me like I want him.
The carbonara came together perfectly-rich egg yolks clinging to al dente pasta, crispy pancetta crackling between Melony's teeth as she tasted for seasoning. Richard uncorked a second bottle of wine while she plated the food, their fingers brushing when he handed her a glass. As they settled at his sleek dining table, the conversation flowed effortlessly-first about their favorite underground bands.
Melony nearly choked on her wine when Richard mentioned the basement jazz club on 5th Street. "Wait-you were at Coltrane Night last month?" Her eyes sparkled as she leaned forward, elbows on the table. "I was the one yelling 'Blue Train!' during the quiet parts!" Richard's laughter filled the apartment as they traded stories of terrible first dates at concerts-hers with a guy who criticized her music taste, his with a woman who'd never heard of Miles Davis. The mood shifted subtly when Richard murmured, "Sounds like we've both had our share of..." He swirled his wineglass. "...disappointments."
His thumb brushed hers as he reached for the wine bottle again-just an accident, but the contact sent sparks up her arm. "Maybe we've been looking in the wrong places," she breathed, tracing the rim of her glass with a fingertip. The way his gaze dropped to her lips made her thighs press together under the table. I want to climb him right now-but no. Manners.
Jazz disappointment is nothing to my past relationship disappointment. Her breath hitched when she caught Richard staring at her chest my nipples are so hard right now I hope he's getting my hints! She arched her back slightly under the pretense of reaching for bread, watching his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard.
Those yoga pants should be illegal. He forced his eyes up to her face, fingers tightening around his wineglass. "So you're telling me, you past relationship is more disappointing then mine?"
She let out a breathy laugh, swirling her wine before taking a deliberate sip-slow enough to let him watch her throat work. "Well, my ex thought foreplay was asking 'you ready?'" Her bare foot brushed against his calf under the table. Let him see how much I want this.
His fingers tightened around his glass as her foot traced higher. "That's it?" The rasp in his voice betrayed him as he leaned forward, elbows on the table. "Hardly a disappointment comparing to what I had to deal with"
The wineglass trembled slightly in her grip when his knee nudged between hers beneath the table. He's so much taller-imagine those shoulders pinning me down. "Oh?" She wet her lips. "Enlighten me."
His knuckles grazed the inside of her wrist as he reached for the wine bottle again. "Dated this woman for three months," he murmured, pouring more Chianti into her glass. "Sex was like tax paperwork-all signatures and no passion." His thumb lingered on her pulse point. "Then she stole my wallet mid-kiss."
His touch sends electricity straight to my core She dragged her wineglass across the tablecloth in slow circles, watching his eyes track the movement. "At least she kissed you." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "My ex would just... roll over after. Like I was some chore he'd checked off."
He caught her fingers mid-trace, calloused thumb pressing into her palm. "Sounds like he didn't deserve to touch you." The growl in his voice made her toes curl
The way his grip tightens- Her pulse fluttered under his fingers as she met his darkened gaze. "What if..." She bit her lip, shifting closer until their knees bumped under the table. "...someone else wanted to try?"
His thumb stilled against her palm, heat radiating between them. "Try what?" The words came out rough-half challenge, half plea-as his free hand traced the condensation on his wineglass.
"Date you," she blurted out before she could stop herself, her cheeks flushing pink. The wineglass slipped from her fingers as she reached for his wrist, pressing his palm against her racing pulse. Did I just say that out loud?
His fingers curled around hers instinctively, callouses rough against her soft skin. "Aren't I too old for you?" The corner of his mouth twitched even as his thumb traced slow circles on her wrist-equal parts teasing and genuinely curious.
The word flashed through her mind before she could stop it, sending heat pooling between her thighs. "Age is just a number," she breathed, letting her knee press harder against his under the table. "Unless... you're worried you can't keep up?" Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, watching his gaze drop to her mouth.
"Do you like younger women?" She traced his knuckles where the bandage peeked out-slow, deliberate strokes. "Because I've always preferred older men." The wine glass trembled as she lifted it, her pupils blown wide. "Men who know exactly what they're doing with their... hands."
His laugh came out rougher than intended as he caught her fingers again, pressing them against his thigh where the muscle tensed under her touch. "Depends. Do younger women follow instructions well?" His thumb brushed the inside of her wrist, feeling her pulse jump. "Or do they think they know better?"
"I can behave," she murmured before her brain caught up with her mouth-oh god did I just- Her toes curled under the table as she watched his pupils darken. "When it's worth it." She let her wineglass tilt dangerously, droplets staining the tablecloth like spilled secrets.
"No." His grip tightened around her wrist, pulling her closer across the table until their breaths mingled. "Not that shit'"
Her bare foot slid higher up his thigh beneath the table, toes curling when she found the hard length straining against his jeans. "Then why are you so hard right now... ?" The way it rolled off her tongue-low and sweet-made his jaw clench.
He knocked the table aside with one sharp motion, sending wineglasses crashing to the floor as he stood abruptly. His zipper hissed open while he pinned her with a dark stare. "Show me"
The first touch of her tongue along his length drew a ragged groan from him-her lips parting in as she took him deep, saliva dripping down her chin. He tastes like salt and power she thought, hollowing her cheeks obscenely while her fingers worked the base.
Richard's fingers tangled in her hair-not guiding, just feeling-as she bobbed her head with slow, deliberate strokes. Every time she glanced up through her lashes, she found his gaze locked onto her face, pupils blown wide with hunger.
Melony hollowed her cheeks obscenely, letting saliva drip down his shaft before swirling her tongue around the tip with a wet pop. His thighs trembled when she teased the slit, flicking her tongue like she was savoring the last bite of dessert-only to dive back down, taking him deeper until her nose brushed coarse curls.
Richard's grip tightened in her hair as she pulled off with a gasp, string of spit connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock. "Fuck look at me," he growled, thumb smearing precum across her bottom lip. She obeyed instantly, wide eyes locking onto his as she opened her mouth-tongue outstretched-waiting.
The first slap of his cock against her tongue sent shivers down her spine, her spit dripping thickly onto his balls as she maintained unbroken eye contact. She hollowed her cheeks obscenely, throat fluttering around him while her mascara-smudged gaze never wavered.
Melony dragged her lips up his shaft with torturous slowness, flicking her tongue against the swollen vein underneath before taking just the tip between her teeth-sucking hard enough to make his thighs tremble. "tastes so good," she whimpered, her voice wrecked as she dove back down, nose buried in coarse curls.
Saliva dripped obscenely down her chin as she pulled off with a wet pop, her tongue lolling out in perfect ahegao-eyes rolled back, lips glistening. "Wanna swallow every drop," she slurred before plunging back down, throat convulsing around him as her fingers teased his tightening balls.
Richard's knuckles turned white gripping the chair as she hollowed her cheeks impossibly deeper, her nose buried in his musk while eyelashes fluttered up at him. The obscene gluck-gluck sounds filled the apartment as she bobbed faster, her free hand sneaking under her shirt to pinch her own nipple.
Melony pulled off with a gasp, spit-strung lips hovering inches from his throbbing cock. "gonna cum down my throat or paint my face?" she panted, tongue already darting out to lick the swollen head. "Want it so bad-wanna be your good girl." Her fingers dug into his thighs as she swallowed him whole again, throat muscles fluttering around him like a vice.
Richard's hips jerked forward involuntarily as her nose buried itself in coarse curls, her eyelashes fluttering up at him while she sucked obscenely. The wet schlop of her lips moving up and down his shaft filled the apartment, punctuated by her breathy whimpers "Mmmf so big"
Melony pulled off with an audible pop, saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock in shining strands. "likes watching me choke on him, doesn't he?" she gasped, rubbing her spit-slick cheek against his throbbing length before diving back down until her throat bulged obscenely.
Her hollowed cheeks created perfect suction as she bobbed faster, the wet sounds growing louder with each downward plunge. She moaned around him-vibrations traveling straight to his balls-while her free hand snaked between her own thighs, fingers rubbing frantic circles over her soaked panties.
Richard's grip tightened in her hair as she pulled off with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock. "Good girl"
Melony whimpered around him, her tongue swirling obscenely around the swollen head before plunging back down until her nose pressed into his musky curls. The wet gluck sound of her throat taking him made his abs clench, her mascara-smudged eyes rolling back in pure bliss.
Her lips stretched impossibly wide around his girth, saliva dripping down his shaft as she pulled off just enough to flick her tongue against the frenulum-eyes locked onto his with desperate hunger. "please," she slurred, voice wrecked from abuse, "Am I your good girl?"
Richard's fingers tightened in her hair as she hollowed her cheeks obscenely, the wet gluck of her throat taking him deeper making his balls draw up tight. "Yes you are" he growled, thumb smearing precum across her bottom lip.
Melony rolled her eyes dramatically before sticking her tongue out in playful defiance, letting thick strands of saliva drip onto his twitching cock. Her spit-slick hand wrapped around his base, pumping slowly while she flicked her tongue against the swollen head-alternating between kitten licks and messy, open-mouthed kisses along his shaft.
Her free hand tugged her shirt collar lower, exposing flushed skin as she moaned around him-high-pitched and exaggerated, the sound vibrating against his sensitive flesh. Drool pooled in her cupped palm before she slathered it up his length, the obscene squelch mingling with her breathy whimpers of "feels so good..."
Richard's breath hitched when she rolled her eyes back with theatrical bliss, tongue lolling out obscenely as she pumped his slick cock with both hands now-one twisting at the base while the other gathered more saliva to smear over his throbbing tip. Her exaggerated expression sent heat straight to his groin, the sight of her ruined makeup and glistening lips almost too much to bear.
He suddenly yanked her forward by the hair, her startled gasp cutting off as his cock slammed deep into her throat-her bulging neck and watering eyes triggering primal satisfaction as he growled "Take it all, princess." Her fingers scrabbled at his thighs when he held her there, nose buried in his curls, before pulling back just enough to watch thick ropes of cum stripe her flushed cheeks.
Melony's tongue darted out instinctively, catching the first hot spurt with a whimper before the next hit her eyelid-the salt-bitter taste flooding her senses as she massaged his tightening balls with trembling fingers. She kept her mouth obscenely open, tongue lolling while he painted her face in thick pulses, each jerk of his hips smearing more across her parted lips.
Richard's groan filled the apartment as she swallowed what landed in her mouth, then dragged her tongue up his softening length-cleaning him with kitten licks that made his thighs twitch. Her fingers traced the sticky mess on her cheeks before sucking them clean with a contented sigh, mascara smudged and lips swollen.
Melony knelt there utterly ruined-face glazed, hair tangled where he'd gripped it, yoga pants soaked between her thighs-yet her tongue still flicked out to catch stray droplets from his cock with a breathy "Mmm..." The way she looked up through clumped lashes, bliss-drunk and eager, made his spent dick twitch against her cheek.
Richard dragged his thumb through the mess on her chin, smearing it across her bottom lip before pressing in-groaning when she sucked it clean with a moan that vibrated against his finger. "Fuck," he rasped, watching her pink tongue chase every trace. "You're..."
Melony interrupted him by suddenly surging up, pressing her sticky face against his abdomen as her arms wrapped around his waist in a tight hug. The unexpected warmth of the gesture made his breath catch-her heartbeat rapid against his hipbone.
Voice muffled against his skin "Thank you." Her fingers traced the ridges of his abs through the damp fabric. "For earlier. For... everything." The vulnerability in her whisper contrasted sharply with the obscene wetness still cooling on her cheeks.
She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze-mascara smeared, lips swollen-and licked a stray droplet from the corner of her mouth with deliberate slowness. "You taste even better than I imagined," she murmured, dragging a fingertip through the mess on her chin before sucking it clean. Let him see how much I loved it.
Her tongue darted out to swirl around his softening cock, kitten licks cleaning every inch while her fingers massaged his sensitive balls-her breath hot against his oversensitive skin. "Mmm, still twitching for me?" she cooed, hollowing her cheeks around the tip with a wet pop before plunging back down until her throat convulsed around him.
She pulled off with a gasp, lips swollen and cheeks flushed as she wiped the back of her hand across her chin. "There. Now we're definitely even."
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