Chapter 5 MELISSA

There is no way I heard him correctly.

I must have somehow made up what he said because there's no way those words came out of his mouth.

"You heard what I said. I don't enjoy repeating myself."

A rush of hot desire soaks my panties, and I have to hold back a gasp. Who knew the tone of someone's voice could be so alluring? My body responds to him in a way I'm not fully understanding.

I glance down and realize my skirt has already ridden up my thighs, and my legs are barely parted.

"I'm waiting," he prompts, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip.

Without making him wait another second, I spread my legs wider and watched my skirt continue to bunch up. In the mirror, his eyes drop lower, and I feel the heat of his stare between my legs. Watching him devour me with his eyes and not touching me is sending tingles up and down my spine.

Oh God, what kind of panties did I put on today? I'd been in such a hurry I hadn't thought about it when I'd gotten dressed. I bet they are my stupid cotton ones even though I have some that are prettier. I bought them when I went shopping, but I hardly wear them. I always thought what's the point because no one sees them. At least I thought no one would be seeing them.

He makes a sound like a painful grunt. "Keep them open," he orders

As I sit there doing as I'm told, I feel my pussy soaking through my panties, can he tell they're wet? The wet material of my panties is clinging to me begging to be tossed aside, and my clit begins to throb. All this from a stare and a command? What is happening?

"You're wet for me." He licks his lips, and I open my mouth to reply, but no words come out. "You don't have to tell me." He nods to what I assume are my drenched panties. "I see it for myself."

"What is your name princess?"

"Melissa" I managed to whisper.

"Melissa, Melissa, Melissa." He repeats my name, shaking his head. "You are a very naughty girl, aren't you?"

I don't know if watching porn and masturbating counts as being naughty but I'm ready to be for him.

But if he says I am naughty, then I must be very naughty. God! Melissa get a grip on yourself.

I'm sure he's used to women who know what they're doing, and although I'm so out of my mind right now, I don't care. At this moment I'd let myself drown for him. My need for whatever is happening outweighs everything else and I'm lost in a lust-filled haze.

"Didn't your mom teach you to run in the opposite direction when you hear a strange sound?"

"I'm sorry" I managed to squeak.

"I really shouldn't be doing this with you, but I need to get this day out of my system one way or the other. So, fucking you would do. Would you like that" As I lay on the bed my legs apart, my pussy throbbing harder now and him devouring me with his midnight blue eyes?

He's going to fuck me. Oh God... I just realized that I really want this and he wasn't about to back down at all. Do I really want to do this? Hell yeah!

It's not like I'm a virgin but I have a feeling this is going to blow my mind, I didn't think I'd meet anyone my mind would allow my body to give into. With this guy, it all feels different.

"Frank." I just remembered his name.

I swear the air inside the room thickens, and there's a flutter of excitement in my stomach. His eyes go to my open thighs again to get another look between my legs. "You are all alone with me right now."

I was, but I don't see the problem with that. In fact, I enjoyed being alone with Frank. The attention he gives me makes me want to be alone with him again.

"I'm not scared of you, Frank"

"Give me your panties," he orders, and I wonder if this is a test. I pretend not to hear him, to stall. "What did I say about repeating myself?"

"You don't like it." I lift my hips, making my skirt slide the rest of the way up my hips, revealing my panties completely. I hook my fingers into the top and pull them down my legs before I hand them over.

He takes them from me "Keep those legs spread," he says. Then I hear the sound of a zipper, loud inside of the quiet room.

All I can hear is the sound of his heavy breathing as he stares at my glistening pussy, and his arm starts to move up and down. I lean over a few inches to see what he's doing, and then I gasp. He's got my panties wrapped around his cock as he strokes himself, transferring my wetness to his rock-hard cock. His eyes are staring at me while he does it, and a low groan leaves him.

"Please." The word slips past my lips, but it comes out like a plea. I feel hot and cold at the same time. Watching him stroke himself is leaving me frustrated.

"Have you ever touched yourself?" I nod my head because I'm not sure if I can form words. "Show me."

Normally I would be way too shy to do something like that, but my whole body is on fire, and it's hard to sit still. My hand moves quickly as I spread my legs and my fingers slip through the wet folds of my pussy. I'm completely soaked as I bring two fingers to my clit. The second I touch myself, I moan. My clit is throbbing and I begin to rub it slowly at first, feeling my body react to my touch, the knees start to pull up and I arch my back providing Frank a better show of my fingers rubbing my clit.

Frank's hand starts to move faster, "Do you know how to make yourself cum, Princess?"

"Yes." I'm holding back because I don't want him to know how horny I am, and I don't want this to be over. My body is screaming for me to press harder and go over the edge.

"I want to see it."

My instincts are to obey, and I cry out his name as I press harder on my clit. It gives me the perfect pressure to send me over the edge, and the orgasm explodes through me. I hear him grunt as his arm flexes, and my pussy soaks my hand more than I thought humanly possible. It's never done that before, but the ache isn't fully gone. The orgasm took the edge off, but now I want something more. My pussy contracts like it wants something inside of me. The ache is deeper in my body, and I long to be full.

Frank's heavy breathing fills the silence. "Come here," he orders. He turns his head and grabs my wrist. My mouth falls open as I watch him bring my fingers to his mouth and suck them clean.

I'm already about to cum again, and I don't know if I can handle this. My body needs more already, and I have to squeeze my legs together to try and ease the ache. He hurts so much, I need to feel him touch me, devour me, be in me. I can't bear this much longer.

I can't believe what we've just done. He just watched me masturbate for him.