(a/n: there is some smut in this chapter. read at your own risk.)
MELINA WAS ALREADY WAITING FOR HIM WHEN HE PULLED UP.
The night before, Oscar had mentioned him and Cesar would be gone for a while the next day, coming back after Cesar's orientation in the afternoon. They must have left super early, seeing as Melina had woken up to an empty bed that morning. After her mother called her out of the blue and offered to take Junior for a few hours, an empty bed turned into an empty house.
And fuck, she was aching for her man.
Oscar almost crashes his car when he finally checks his phone after dropping Cesar off at the high school. It had started to vibrate with texts in his pocket as the brothers headed back to Freeridge after a drop, but he held back on checking them as to not get distracted.
He's sped on to the road by now, turns off the radio as he clicks on the most recent message, a video, Melina sent him. The sounds of breathy moans fill the car, and his dick twitches when he sees a closeup of her fingers running up and down her wet folds, sometimes dipping into her entrance and pulling back out with a string of her arousal attached.
She was on him before he could shut the door and undoing his belt before they even got on the bed. They didn't bother with foreplay. At least not this time. Any other time would definitely have Melina's throat sore and Oscar's lips and fingers glistening with his girl's wetness, but it had already been too long without each other and they didn't want to prolong it any more than it's already been. He was hard and she was soaking.
Two minutes later, Melina's on her stomach at the edge of the bed, ass up in the air and left side of her face pressed against the mattress. One hand grips on to the white bed sheet below her and the other is rubbing her swollen bud in feverish circles, kiss swollen lips parted and eyes screwed shut in pure ecstasy as Oscar stands and thrusts into her from behind like he's getting paid for it.
"Fuck, just like that," Melina rasps, voice broken and barely even audible over the sound of the headboard hitting the wall at a rhythmic pace.
Oscar watches with creased brows as he slides in and out of her, loving the sight of her stretching out for him and the way she grips. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, reaches down to grab a messy handful of brown hair and wraps it around his hand. He tugs with force and Melina's top half jerks up, back arching and head being held at an angle. She knows she'll feel that in her neck later but she can't find the time to care. Not when he's giving it to her so good that she can barely remember her own name.
Oscar knows her body like the back of his hand. He knows what she likes and what she loves, what gets her off the fastest and what spots to hit to make her eyes roll back. Doesn't matter if he's using his dick, tongue, or fingers, or where they're doing it, he loves to take her right to the edge, make her a speechless and trembling mess underneath him before pulling her back in and doing it all over again.
The doorbell rings and Melina's body jolts in surprise. Oscar doesn't seem to be fazed, doesn't let go of her hair nor does he come to a complete stop or pull out. She does her best to look back at him, body rocking back and forth, raised brows and wide eyes silently asking what to do about the door. He just gives her a smirk, says "we're busy" and picks up the pace again. He pulls almost completely out this time, tip still snug in her warm entrance, before slamming back in and repeating at a dizzying speed and making her scream his name.
He lets her hair go and leans forward in the midst of the pounding, nudging her up the bed so they're both laying in the middle, him halfway on her and chest pressed against her back.
At the second doorbell, his mouth is pressed up against her ear. "You wanna get that or you wanna cum?" He pants as he drills into her, deep voice low in the back of his throat and hot breath tickling her ear.
Her body involuntarily squirms against his and she shakes her head so hard she's pretty sure her common sense flew out and landed somewhere in the room. His metal cross leaves indentations in her back as it digs into her skin and it makes her whimper, body going into sensory overload as every extra touch lights her nerves on fire and pushes her to the brink.
"Dime, bebe. Use your words."
She struggles to sputter something out that isn't just a moan or gasp, but her head is so jumbled and in a million places at once that the simple task of stringing together a response feels impossible at the moment.
Oscar begins to grow impatient and stands himself up on his knees behind her. Melina barely gets a groan of frustration out at the slowing thrusts before she's pulled up by the hair again. She holds herself up on her arms, fingertips scratching at the sheet as Oscar angles her head back so her chin is jutted to the ceiling. He places his mouth to the side of her neck, voice gruff as he demands, "Tell me what you want before you don't get shit."
Melina's so close. She's so fucking close and her mind is so set on wanting to cum that it takes over her brain completely and gets her irritated at even the mere thought of Oscar pulling out because she knows he will just to fuck with her. All she needs is his pace to pick back up again and she's done for, but he's enjoying her struggle and it's obvious from the way he laughs when she tries (and fails) to bounce her lower half on him to get the friction going again. She looks up at him through her lashes in desperation, brown eyes starting to tear up and mouth spilling out whines.
"I wanna cum on your dick. Please baby, let me cum on your dick. I need it so bad, Oscar, please...."
Melina sounds like she's pleading for her life and Oscar smiles down at her, amused at the way she broke so fast. It hasn't even been ten minutes since they started, but treading dangerously close to three weeks of no sex will do that to you.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." Oscar places a chaste kiss at her hairline, taking a moment to let his hands roam over the front of her body before he pushes her back down. She lands on the mattress with a thud and Oscar holds himself above her with his fists on either side of her. He doesn't wait in getting back to work as he slams into her.
His grunting and cursing, the sounds of him sliding in and out of her soaking cunt, and their skin slapping together is like music to her ears. It only aids in bringing Melina closer to the release she's been chasing and she never wants it to end. With the way she's moaning, even with her face planted against the mattress, Oscar knows she'll be a goner any second now.
Shortly after the third doorbell ring is when Melina's phone starts to ring from below them. The ringtone assigned to her mom's contact throws her into a moment of realization and panic, effectively shocking her body out of the pleasure. It's like she watched her impending orgasm fizzle out and die right in front of her.
"Shit," she says through gritted teeth, and Oscar thinks she's about to cum. Oscar's getting close as well, strokes getting sloppy and grunts becoming louder. That is til Melina reaches behind her and frantically swats away at his torso. "Oscar, Oscar, stop."
Oscar hisses as he's forced to pull out, chest heaving up and down and dick almost throbbing as he watches Melina scramble off the bed. "What the fuck?" He grumbles, stunned.
"It's my mom!" Melina says, out of breath, as she dives down to her pile of clothes on the floor. "I forgot she said she was dropping Junior off by two." She pulls her phone out of her shorts pocket, barely stopped ringing, and curses when she looks at the time.
"You fucking serious, Meli? We..dammit.." He trails off into a loud groan, runs a hand down his face in irritation and sighs. "You couldn't let her wait another ten seconds?"
"You want her to start looking through the windows?" Melina scoffs at him. She's tugged her shorts on by now and is pulling her shirt down over her stomach when Oscar growls.
"Dunno, maybe then she'd get the hint 'bout why no one's answered the door yet."
She gives him a side eye and the doorbell rings again. Oscar lunges forward and quickly hooks a finger through one of her belt loops before she can scurry out of the room.
"Just c'mere real quick," he speaks over her when she starts to protest, pulling her closer to the bed by her shorts.
"What?" She asks a little louder than expected, but between her phone blaring again and a sudden succession of doorbell rings coming in at the same time, she was starting to get overwhelmed.
"Your shirt. It's inside out."
He lets go with a cocky smile and she immediately looks down, his deep laughter filling the room as she fixes the blue material that is indeed inside out as well as backwards.
"No thank you, greñuda?"
She flips him off playfully and slams the room door behind her, patting down her hair as she speed walks through the living room to the front door.
Melina, perhaps with a little too much urgency, opens the door to the ringing culprits: Theresa with her phone up to her ear and Junior on his tiptoes near the doorbell.
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a/n: yea anyways this chapter was originally longer but i decided to split it into two so my bad if it cut off a little weird <3