Addicted.

2. Two night stand

I had no clue what he said I was busy having flashbacks

"Oh yeah it sounds great," I replied.

"So you'd really move here?"

I scratched my messy hair, "sure." I closed my eyes in utter annoyance. There I was signing myself up for something I probably wasn't going to like. I was fine right where I was.

"Maybe I could get you a job at one of the journaling sites down here and then....." He just went on and just rambling nonstop. For a moment it was nice for everything to be about me for a quick second and then he went back to his usual self. Samson did this and Samson did that.

10:42 p.m.

I exited the office finally deciding to not overstay my welcome again. I wasn't going out for drinks though I had enough last night. All I wanted was to catch up on some rest in my big comfortable bed. I reached my car in the parking garage and it buzzed slightly, indicating I had a message. I retrieved it from my purse and saw it was from an unsaved number.

(772) 555-7492: wassaaam 😋

I was quite confused by the use of slang. All of the people I knew talked with the proper use of words beside Erica sometimes but that's Erica. I quickly sent who's this and waited. It dinged not even a minute later.

(772) 555-7492: Melly

My mouth had dropped and I covered it with my hand. I wasn't sure how he'd gotten my number, I was so disappointed this morning about how we didn't. I didn't care how he got it in a way I was glad he did. I sat back breathing out slowly, "play it cool Tari," I said to myself.

(772) 555-7492: round 2? 🤔

I closed my eyes and beat my hand against the steering wheel and jumped slightly once I hit the horn frightening myself. I wanted to do a round 2 with him now more than ever but I needed to focus on my husband coming back. Now wasn't the perfect time for continuous sneaking around, Melly should've found me weeks ago. I wanted him so badly but I didn't need him. I decided to not text him back and make my way home alone for the better.

Once I got settled in I heated me up some popcorn and watched a few episodes of Grey's Anatomy I had missed during the process of overworking myself.

The doorbell had rung and I walked over to it backwards not letting my eyes leave the television. "Who is it?" I questioned. I only received a simple me as if I had known who that was. I unlocked each lock and finally pulled it open to see Melly standing there. He had his dreaded hair hanging down into two maybe three stand twists. He had on a simple green letterman jacket with white pants, he looked cute. "What are you doing here?" I wondered looking around clueless then back at him.

"You'ain hit me back," he responded.

"So?"

"So? I'm comin' to check on you the fuck?" He spat smartly looking around wildly. I readjusted my hip and folded my arms over my chest, "Melly don't get smart with me obviously I didn't text you back for a reason," I informed. He smirked then folded his arms over his chest also, "what reason is dat?"

I paused, "I got busy."

"Nah I ain't een tryna hea' dat shit bro," he fanned his hand in the air.

"Did you forget I had a husband?" I questioned.

He pointed past me with his mouth agape, "you wasn't worried 'bout no husband last night when I was balls deep inside'chu and nie it's oh I got a husband, girl stop fuckin' playin' wit me."

I shook my head refusing to let him enter my house. He stepped up and stood directly in front of me, "what tha fuck I jus' say bro?" He asked looking deeply into my eyes with his darkened eyes. He pushed past my shoulder vigorously and entered instead of sitting onto the couch he continued to roam about. "Damn this jit nice, I wasn't een payin' much attention the otha' day," he said. A confused look came onto my face but I refused to ask about his choice of words.

"So this him?" He wondered while pointing at the large picture of Samson and I. We had it professionally done at a studio and we looked so happy just for the camera.

I nodded my head, " yes that's Samson."

He chuckled, "he look stale."

"I don't understand your lingo Melly," I finally admitted shaking my head.

He fanned me off as if it didn't really matter then he surveyed me up and down. He removed his jacket and tossed it aside into the living room area. "Ya already kno why I'm hea'," he mumbled while leaning in to kiss at my skin. I tugged my bottom lip in with my teeth and I just held it there firmly. "You smell so good," he complimented running his hands down my sides. They go in and out of each curve he traced so gently. "You always look so good," he continued and motioned his hands to my backside, squeezing into my ass rather heartlessly.

"Ouch Mel-" he took the time to kiss my lips apologetically along with his tongue greeting my teeth.

"Mm," he hummed into my mouth while tapping my ass a single time. I had already knew he meant jump, and I did just that. He caught me and held onto me from my ass which he would not release. He walked up the steps as I removed my mouth from his and started placing love bites on his neck. He went into the room as the feeling felt familiar.

He tossed me onto the bed and I bounced slightly  on the comforter just eyeing him.

He was removing his clothes at such a fast paced. My hands were roaming all over my breasts hungrily for him. "Aht play wit'cho pussy," Melly directed as he removed his pants.

"Wha-"

"Bitch I said play wit yo pussy," he redirected with a darker tone.

My eyes widened and I slowly pushed my hand down into my shorts. I pushed past my nearly hairless pubic area and my fingers found my clit. He nodded seeming amused, "play wit her and get her real wet for me," he spoke softly.

I motioned my finger slowly side to side, it was agony to my pussy but it felt so good in a way. I applied more pressure and continued. My mouth fell open as a result and uncontrollable moans escaped my mouth. Melly climbed onto the bed and directed me to keep going as he removed my shorts. "Mmm," I hummed with closed eyes. He removed my hand which caused me to look at him, "what?"

He went back to sucking at the skin on my neck. "Awwh," I whined feeling his tip brush against my entrance. It was like he was only trying to get me worked up.

He pulled my hips towards him and finally started doing what I wanted. He eased into me rather mellow, my back began to rise off the bed from too much arousal. "Right there," I coached gripping on to his upper arms as he was as deep as he needed to be. He hovered over me starting to thrusts but everything was still mellow like he was being careful with my body. "Ohhhh yes," I cried out in pleasure. My fingers were gripping into the fabrics of the blanket tugging at them. My head was moving around carelessly. Melly placed his lips onto my chin. "Right there," I cried out as his strokes deepened. My toes curled and I heard the cracking of them.

He dipped his face back into my neck.

I looked over seeing a picture of Samson and I. I laid it down flat on the side table then I brought my hands onto Melly's back to dig my nails into it. "Ohhh go-god," my body shivered as it was building up for that once again euphoric feeling.

"You gon' nut all on daddy?" He wondered while looking into my eyes with our foreheads pressed together.

I nodded while whining, "mhmmm."

"Do it," he insisted while gripping my neck firmly. I closed my eyes feeling myself release on cue and a tear had slipped from my eyes with all the over contentment. But he didn't stop, he just kept going.