Who: Kirley Duke & Melinda Bobbin When: Thursday, February 8th Where: Siren's Den What: A little bump and grind. Rating: High. Status: LOGGED - Adding comments soon.
Melinda had taken a fair amount of time getting ready that evening. She primped for over an hour, getting every hair in place, every fleck of makeup perfect. Her legs were smooth, her nails painted to perfection. If she was going to go out properly, she was going to look the part. By the time all was said and done and curled and plucked, Melinda looked ravishing.
She wasn't really one for being picked up at her flat and going out dancing with her mates wasn't a date, so Mel apparated over to the Siren's Den just int time to see Kirley arrive. She gave the names of her friend to the bouncer for the evening and headed in with Kirley, pleased as punch to be on his arm. Cameras flashed as they always did when he was around.
A small semi-private room had been set up for them with bottle service and their own waitress. Settling in, they enjoyed all of the perks of being young and pretty. Mel spent her evening close to Kirley, laughing with her friends and drinking. But Mel was really only interested in one thing that evening and it was dancing with her best guy.
"Come on," she said and tugged at his hand after a few rounds of drinks had ben consumed. "You owe me a dance, remember?
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Kirley needed this. He needed to get out and have some fun. Drinking into oblivion and blowing up beer bottles with Ivy was one thing, but this was what he truly had been looking forward to. Plus it meant spending time with Mel. When she showed up outside the club, he was nearly knocked over. She looked so good, he could hardly stand it, and almost called the whole evening off right then to take her home for himself.
He loved the attention he got when he was out. The cameras, people fawning over him, just wanting to be near him. He thrived on it. He was Kirley Duke, and this was his happy place. Their room was comfortable, and Mel's friends seemed to be having a good time, but he was mostly focused on the brunette on his arm. Mel was paying him extra special attention, touching him, running her hands through his hair the way he liked, whispering in his ear. He reciprocated, his fingers trailing over her skin, twirling the ends of her hair, placing soft kisses under her ear. They might as well have been the only people in that entire club.
When she gave his hand a pull, he grinned. "I do," he said, standing and shedding his jacket leaving him in all black to compliment her red. "Lead the way."
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Melinda laced their fingers together as she pushed through the crowd of dancing people. She wanted to be in the middle of it, feel the other bodies moving around them, hear the thud of the music, feel it resonate in her bones. Finding a place for them, Mel smiled up at Kirley as she rested her hands against his chest. The music was too loud to talk which suited her just fine. In that moment, she wanted to dance and nothing else.
Mel's hips moved in sync with the thudding base. She rocked against him, rolling her hips into his before she'd pull back and few inches, teasing him with a knowing smirk curling up her lips. Her heart was pounding and Mel knew it wasn't just the music. No, it was the energy coming off of the man touching her. She should have fought back against her urges, but that was hard enough to do on a normal night. On a night where she'd been touched and kissed and pressed close to someone she wanted, it was damn near impossible.
Turning around and pressing her ass against him, Mel pulled Kirley's arm around her, grinding into him as the music blared.
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He followed her eagerly, winking at a few onlookers on the way. He had a reputation to uphold, after all. When they reached her desired spot on the floor, he let himself get lost in the crowd, his hands on her arse, moving with her to the beat. Kirley had rhythm, and each move she made against him made his skin catch on fire. He wanted her, but that was nothing new. He always wanted her.
Kirley could feel her excitement, and when she turned around to press against him, his own only heightened. His hands snaking around her stomach, he pulled her back into him even more, pressing himself against her in time with the music.
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Looking back at him over her shoulder, Mel brought Kirley down for a quick, teasing kiss. She wanted to taste him, snog him in front of the entire club, but Mel wasn't ready to leave the dance floor yet. She moved against him through the song, smiling as his hands held her close. She couldn't deny how much he was turning her on and she suspected that Kirley was more than aware. He certainly wasn't thinking about anyone else and that made Mel very happy indeed.
The song came to an end and another began, the tempo slower, more sensual. Mel turned again and leaned up to press a kiss to his throat, her lips finding his pulse point. She could practically hear his heartbeat and Mel knew hers was pounding just as hard. Kirley was a drug and Mel craved addiction. Her hands moved down to his hips, drawing him closer to her, Melinda didn't try to hide where her mind was going. The longer they stayed on the floor, the higher the anticipation would be. They'd been together enough to know how to draw the foreplay out.
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With her grinding against him like that, it wasn't long before Kirley felt himself swell in his trousers. Every move she made made him want her more. She was as much of a drug to him as he was to her. He'd drop anything for her night or day, and having her here, just focused on him, was intoxicating.
His head tilted back slightly as she kissed his skin, his hands around her, firmly on her arse, holding their middles together. He wanted her to feel his desire for her. He was going to have to have her before too long.
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There was no mistaking what was happening south of Kirley's waist. Mel could feel it pressing into her. She licked her lips as they rocked together, forgetting that the club was full of other people. In that moment, Kirley was the only person Melinda could see. The only person who mattered.
He was a good deal taller than her, but Mel's shoes helped to make up the difference. One hand moved to the back of his neck and she drew him closer for a long, slow kiss. It was the sort of kiss that people shouldn't share in public, but Melinda didn't care. Let them all talk.
Breaking the kiss, she groaned. Her free hand moved down his chest and slipped between them, finding his cock and squeezing it lightly through his trousers. Her hand didn't linger and quickly moved back to his hip, a devilishly naughty smirk appearing on her lips. She was going to keep dancing with him until he surrender.
Mel pulled back just an inch or two and slowly slid her body down along the length of his before rising back up and kissing him again. She was taunting him, daring him to drag her out of there.
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Gods that kiss, that slow, sweetness of her lips. He could have kissed her like that all night. But she pulled away and then... fuck she was toying with him so hard. He was tempted to just take her right there on the dance floor. It wouldn't have been the craziest thing they'd ever done.
Then she kissed him again and he could hardly stand it anymore. With a groan, he gave her hips a squeeze and pulled her against him a bit roughly, grinding his growing erection against her as he leaned down to speak into her ear. "I had them set aside a private room."
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Nodding, Mel reached for his hand. She knew damn well that they were being obvious. Hell, she could practically feel the hateful and envious stares from others as she led Kirley off the dance floor. Let them stare, Mel thought to herself. They only wanted an idea. It bothered her when people only saw the rockstar and now the person behind all the fame. She knew the man under it all, though not as well as she'd like. There was an undeniable pull to know him better, but it scared her. The last time she had truly let herself know someone it had fallen apart spectacularly.
Pushing those thoughts away, Mel brought them to the edge of the dance floor before turning and kissing him once more. "I'm all yours," she whispered against his lips. "Lead the way, love."
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He let her lead him off the dance floor, but as they reached the edge and paused, he leaned in and pressed her against the railing that separated the floor from the rest of the club. "I'd take you right here if I could," he said against her lips, his hand moving down to grip her thigh firmly. He couldn't understand how it was possible for this woman to have such a hold on him. He could be with almost anyone without a second thought, but with Mel there was so much more attached to it. He couldn't just take what he wanted from her and never worry about seeing her again. He needed her.
Grabbing her hand, he smirked and led her off the dance floor, upstairs to the private rooms. The Siren's Den was uniquely accommodating, though really, he was accommodated everywhere so he wouldn't have known the difference. Their room was unlocked by the attendant, and he grinned as they entered and he took a look around. There was a bar set up in the corner, music playing, and a set of large, plush couches. As the door shut, he wasted no time pressing Mel against it, his lips roaming over her neck as his hands pulled up the hem of her dress a bit, trying to touch whatever skin he could reach. "I need you."
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A small part of Mel had worried that once Kirley knew the truth about her he wouldn't want her anymore. That her condition would be too much for him. But all her doubts were erased as Kirley took her somewhere private. His words resonated deep within her. Being needed; who didn't want that? Who didn't want to be adored and craved? Mel was just was eager for it as the next person. And if a gorgeous, rich, famous man was going to need her, who was she to argue?
Mel's eyes fluttered close as Kirley kissed her next, his lips hot against her skin. She was instantly lost in the moment. "I'm right here," she reassured him gently. "Not going anywhere tonight except wherever you want to take me." Mel's hands tugged at his shirt, slipping under the fabric to find his skin. Her nails dragged against his stomach lightly and Mel gasped as Kirley pushed her dress up.
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He didn't want to take his hands off her, didn't want to stop touching her impossibly soft skin, but he knew he had to. They couldn't very well get their clothes off pressed together like this. So he reluctantly pulled away, just enough, and reached behind his head to pull his shirt off and toss it aside. "Turn around," he murmured, coming back up close to her body once she did.
Kissing and nipping at the back of her neck, he slowly slid her zipper down her dress so he could peel it away. "You drive me insane," he breathed, his hands guiding her hips to turn back around. "Dancing with me like that. Making me want you like this."
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Mel paused for just a moment when he asked her to turn around. It wasn't a command. Mel told herself it was her choice, that Kirley wasn't forcing her to do anything. She let herself give in and turned, pulling her long hair over her shoulder to give him access to the back of her dress. Mel was slim and petite, not many curves to speak of. She had small breasts, narrow hips, and a tiny, perky bum. Most of the time she didn't bother with a bra and tonight was no exception. As she spun to face him again, Mel felt her dress fall away.
"I don't mean to," she whispered. Tonight, yes, her intention was to drive him wild, but Mel knew Kirley wasn't just talking of tonight. Her lips sought his again and Melinda pressed a long, soft kiss to them. "How do you want me," she asked quietly. "How much do you want me?"
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"Yeah you do," he grinned. "But I like it. Don't ever stop."
Watching as her dress fell away, revealing her body, he strained in his dark jeans even more. He couldn't have imagined a more perfect night for them. Sinking to his knees before her, he kissed over her skin, anywhere he could reach. Her stomach, up her rib-cage, a swipe of his tongue over her nipple. "I want you in my lap," he said between kisses. "I want to touch and kiss you all over while you ride me."
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Always one to please, Mel looked down at the gorgeous man in front of her. She moaned as his tongue teased her nipple. Her fingers tangled in his hair and Melinda felt a deep, base desire to do anything he wanted. It was hard to fight against a magic that deep ingrained within her. Mel took a slow breath, telling herself again that he wasn't demanding. Kirley never demanded anything from her.
"Anything you want, love," she promised him. Melinda hooked her fingers into the waistband of her knickers and shimmied out of them. She stepped out of the black lace, leaving her in just her heels and jewelry. Stepping away from him, Melida sat down on the sofa, crossing her legs and smiling at her --- her friend. "But I want a taste of you first."
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Turning around, he watched her saunter over to the couch, wanting nothing more than to have his hands on her, his face between those beautiful legs.
He laughed when she spoke, and stood up quickly, getting out of his shoes as fast as he could. Then he was in front of her, his hands working the buckle of his belt automatically. "Have you got any idea how fucking gorgeous you look right now?"
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Eyes locked on his hands, Mel watched with a growing hunger as he unbuckled and unzipped. She licked her lips, wanting nothing more than to wrap her lips around what she knew was waiting for her. Flicking her gaze up to him, Melinda smiled. "Of course I do," she said. "But I always love hearing you tell me." Her hand moved to cover his and Mel took over. Her eyes stayed on his as he pulled out her prize. Wrapping her lips around his head, Melinda sighed happily at the taste of him. Godric, she loved doing this. And she was damn good at it too, if her clients' opinions counted for anything.
Lowering her gaze, Melinda began to bob her head up and down his length. She never sucked too hard or too fast, not with Kirley. Quickies were for people who didn't enjoy sex, not properly. With Kirley, Mel always liked to take her time.
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He stared down at her, lust evident in his eyes. She looked so good like this, looking up at him, waiting for him. He didn't fight her taking over undressing him, instead, he ran his hands over her arms as she freed him.
Biting his lip, he moaned deeply as she took him in her mouth. She really was the best at this. She knew just how to touch him, just the rhythm to hit to make it last. He sighed as she worked him, his hand slipping into her hair. "Fuck, Mel."
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With her hands holding onto his hips lightly, Mel took her time pleasing him. She loved the taste of him, loved how she could make him groan out her name. It she could smirk with her mouth full, she would. Mel moaned over his length. She was slick with desire for him and knew that when he finally did take her, it would be amazing. She increased the pressure, just enough to encourage Kirley to thrust his hips a bit. Mel never said it was too much, it was part of her charm.
Her hands moved to his ass, squeezing it slightly as she began to suck him faster, her desire for him driving her crazy.
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His breathing was heavy, his body aching with need for her. "You keep doing that and I'm not going to make it," he moaned, releasing her hair so he could hold onto her arms. It gave him better leverage to gently thrust into her mouth. He didn't want to hurt her by thrusting too hard, but god he had to have her.
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And that was Melinda's cue to let Kirley have what he wanted. Mel leaned back, sighing wistfully as Kirley slipped from her lips. "Come here, baby," she told him, lightly patting the sofa next to her. "You wanted me in your lap, didn't you?" Mel knew this wasn't a paid session with her, but she always did love to make him happy, give Kirley exactly what he wanted. It came naturally to her, though she had to wonder how much was her and how much was the wolf. But at that moment, it didn't matter.
As he sat down next to her, Mel leaned over to kiss him slowly. Almost tenderly. "I need you too," she admitted quietly.
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She was so good to him. He didn't deserve her, but he was oh so glad to have her. He could feel himself getting closer when she pulled back. Stepping out of his jeans, he settled in on the couch, proudly showing off his erection. "That's exactly what I want," he breathed.
Pulling her towards him as they kissed, he let his hands roam again, touching any bit of her he could. When the kiss ended and she spoke, he opened his eyes to look at her. "You have me," he said just as quietly. It was more serious than they ever were, but he meant each word.
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With a quick smile, Mel straddled his lap. If they didn't busy themselves very quickly she was going to regret what may be said. Caring about someone was fine, but Mel knew how difficult it was to care about someone and have great sex with him without it becoming a thing. And she couldn't do that. She couldn't add that complication to her life.
But she could fuck Kirley. Mel's hands moved to his shoulders and she kissed him once more. She could feel his erection teasing her entrance, beckoning her to sink down upon it. With a moan loud enough to be her outside their private room, Mel lowered herself onto Kirley. Gods, he was hard and thick and perfect. Melinda cried out loudly as their hips met again, his full length buried inside of her.
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His hands went around her waist as she settled into his lap, thumbs running over her skin. Kirley smiled at her and leaned in to kiss the pert little nubs of her nipples. His grip on her tightened just slightly as she took him inside of her,. Gods she felt so good. He never tired of this.
"Fuuuuck," he said in a long, drawn out moan as she rocked against him, his head falling back against the back of the couch.
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The buildup to that moment had been all consuming. Since the moment she saw him that night, Mel knew they'd end up tangled together. She'd wanted him the whole night and now that she had him, Mel knew this would be hard and fast and enough to satisfy their craving for each other. Later that night they could do it again, but for now she would give in to what her body was demanding.
Mel quickly began to ride Kirley, gripping his shoulders and she rose and fell, gasping loudly each time his hips rose up to meet hers. She was so wet for him, her body on fire. She could feel her own release building quickly and Mel cried out, only moments away from coming for him.
"Kirley," she moaned over and over. "I'm going to come, baby."
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It was perfect. The build up, the room, them. All of it was fantastic. It was hard and quick and with what she had done with her mouth he knew there was no way he was going to last long at all.
So they fucked. Without speaking, it was easier. Their words could get them into so much trouble, but when they were deep in each other, moaning and gasping, everything was fine and perfect and nothing had to change. Bracing his heels on the floor, gripping her hips tightly, he did his best to thrust up into her. Doing it seated wasn't easy, but she was doing most of the work, he just had to go along with it.
"Do it," he moaned, looking up at her. "Come for me."
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Mel fall apart for him instantly. She cried out, her voice breaking as she felt herself fly over the edge. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she clenched around him, hips jerking wildly. She had needed that release desperately and Kirley never failed to give her what she needed. She collapsed against him, almost crumbling to his chest, breathing heavily. Mel's body shook slightly, her hips still rocking against him. She wouldn't stop, not until he felt the way she did, not until he finished.
Her lips found his neck and Mel sucked and nibbled gently. "Baby," she moaned against his neck. "Now, please."
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His arms wrapped around her as she fell into him. It felt so good to have her come around him. The sound of her orgasm, the feel of her clenching as she fell apart, he never got enough of it.
It was just a moment later he came apart himself, her words echoing in his ears. He gripped her back and grunted with a few hard thrusts upwards, spilling himself inside of her before sinking into the couch with pleasure. "You're perfect," he muttered. "Absolutely fucking perfect."
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A small laugh escaped her lips and Mel rested her forehead against his. She took a deep, shaky breath and smiled. "Back at you," she said. Mel didn't make any effort to pull away, perfectly content to sit there a bit longer, wrapped up in his arms. She didn't say anything it wasn't the time. Mel simply breathed, letting her heartbeat slow down and tried to catch her breath. What had taken hours to get to felt still caught her by surprise.
"You barely danced with me," she finally said and moved to kiss his neck lightly. "And here I bought this dress just for tonight."
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He laughed, his hands running up and down her back. He didn't want the connection to end. Kirley was very physical in nature, always touching, playing with their hair, anything to be physically close. He loved that Mel was the same way, that she didn't move away from his touch.
"I thought you bought the dress for me to take off."
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"A dress can have multiple purposes," she said before sighing a she lifted herself off of his lap. "We cannot stay in here all night," she reminded him and dropped a kiss to his cheek. "However will the people adore you if you're behind closed doors?"
Melinda gathered up her clothes and pulled them on. She turned around, looking over her shoulder with a smile. Gods, he really was the best, wasn't he? One of the two men in the world who could make her heart flutter. A voice in her head told her that she was going to have the choose, but Mel ignored it. She'd continue to choose herself as long as possible. "Zip me up, love?"
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Kirley whined audibly when Mel pulled away, reaching his hand out to make a grabbing motion for her, coming up empty. "No fair," he said, slowly moving to stand so he could get his pants back on. "You're adoring me. Can't that be enough for a little while?"
With his pants buckled, he walked up behind her and pulled her zipper up, sliding her hair out of the way as he got to the top so he could place a long kiss against the back of her neck. "You know you're coming home with me tonight, right?"