You weren’t supposed to stay this late at the studio.

But there was no way in hell you were leaving when they looked like that—sweat-damp shirts clinging to tight bodies, voices still thick with that deep, post-performance rasp, egos riding high after a perfect take.

You sipped your drink, legs crossed slowly as you leaned back on the couch. You could feel the wetness between your thighs already, the burn of their stares as they peeled you apart with their eyes.

“You been quiet all night,” Brandon said first, his voice a low tease as he pulled off his hoodie. His shirt rose with it, flashing just enough of his abs to make your pulse jump. “That a good thing or a nasty thing?”

You didn’t flinch. You tilted your head and let your lips curl into a knowing smile. “Depends,” you said. “How nasty do you want me to be?”

That did it.

Brandon moved first—stepping between your thighs, hands gripping your knees to spread you wider. You could feel the heat from him, see the flicker in his eyes when he noticed the lace edge of your panties peeking from your short dress.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Already dripping.”

Zion chuckled, pulling his curls into a messy tie, sweat glistening on his skin. “She’s been waiting for it. All night.”

Austin dropped to his knees in front of you, mouth already parted as he looked between your legs like he was starving. “Can I have a taste?” he asked, voice soft but filthy.

You nodded, legs trembling just from anticipation. “Please.”

The second your panties were pulled aside, Austin’s mouth was on you. His tongue was slow at first, teasing, dipping between your folds with lazy precision. You gasped, head falling back against the couch, hands tangling in his hair. He moaned into your pussy, like you were the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.

Brandon and Zion didn’t wait. One of them grabbed your breast, the other your neck. Fingers circled your nipples, tugging them through the thin fabric of your dress. Brandon leaned in, tongue tracing your jaw, hot breath ghosting over your ear.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered. “Letting all of us touch you. Taste you.”

You couldn’t respond. Not with Austin’s mouth working you, sucking your clit, two fingers sliding deep inside. You were already so close, hips grinding against his face, your breath coming in moaning gasps.

Nick’s voice cut through the haze. “Let’s see how many times we can make her cum tonight.”

You came hard—your first of the night—with a loud, uncontrollable cry, legs shaking around Austin’s head, body twitching under too many hands.

But no one stopped.

Brandon stood in front of you, already pulling his cock from his sweats, thick and flushed. “Open,” he said simply.

Your lips parted without hesitation, and he slid in with a groan. “Fuck, that mouth… you know what to do.”

You wrapped your hand around the base of him and sucked deep, tongue swirling, eyes locked with his. He fucked into your mouth slow, watching you work him while Zion slipped behind you, his hand between your thighs, fingers rubbing your still-sensitive clit.

“You like being passed around like this?” Zion whispered into your neck. “You like being our toy?”

You moaned around Brandon’s cock, eyes fluttering.

Austin stood now, cock hard and slick as he stroked himself in time with your mouth. Nick took his place behind you, spreading your thighs open again.

“She’s so fucking wet,” Nick said, pushing the tip of his cock against your entrance.

And then he was inside.

Deep. Filling. Stretching.

You choked slightly around Brandon, overwhelmed by the fullness, the pressure, the sheer filth of it all. Your body was theirs now—your throat, your pussy, your moans.

Nick fucked you slow, dragging it out, gripping your hips tight. Brandon was harder in your mouth now, thumb brushing your cheek every time he bottomed out on your tongue.

Edwin crouched beside you, stroking himself lazily as he watched your body jerk with every thrust. “This is a damn good look on you,” he said. “Used. Slutty. Beautiful.”

You whimpered around Brandon, one hand now moving to stroke Austin as he stood by, his cock thick and pulsing in your grip. It was all too much. And yet—not enough.

You wanted more.

Nick angled his hips just right, and you broke. Another orgasm shattered through you, slick gushing around him, your thighs trembling.

Brandon pulled out just before you screamed, cupping your chin and wiping your lips with his thumb. “Good fucking girl.”

Then he lifted you easily off the couch and guided you down onto your back on the studio floor. Cold against your skin. Hot bodies all around.

Edwin took your thighs and spread them wide. His cock pushed into your dripping cunt with no resistance, your walls still fluttering from your last orgasm.

He fucked you deep. Harder. You cried out with every thrust, body overstimulated, brain mush. Your hands clawed at his back as Zion knelt beside your face.

“Open again, baby.”

You didn’t even think. Just parted your lips, letting him slide in, your mouth now full of him, tongue tracing his shaft as Edwin drove into you.

You were choking, moaning, drooling, and loving every fucking second of it.

They took you apart.

One by one, inside you, over you, around you. You came until you were lightheaded, body wrung out, voice raw from moaning and begging.

It wasn’t gentle.

It was possession.

And you gave it to them.

By the time you lay there, sore and spent, skin flushed and glowing, all five of them surrounded you, breathing heavy, eyes dark with satisfaction.

Brandon knelt down again, brushing your thigh with his fingertips. “That answer your question?”

You laughed weakly. “What question?”

Zion smirked. “You said you were excited.”

She replied rather quickly and told him that it was best they went out anyway, her room wasn’t exactly ready for visitors.  

The drive to her was done in record time and as he pulled up, he saw her standing outside her house with her phone in hand.  A beaming smile graced her face as she caught sight of him and began to walk where she could see he was about to pull over.

He couldn’t help but admire her as she approached him.  She was wearing a pair of baby blue pj shorts and an oversized hoodie that she claimed as her favourite, her hair pulled back into a messy, untamed ponytail.  And yet, Zion had never seen someone so beautiful.  She looked absolutely kissable, so much so that he contemplated getting out of the car just so he could hug her and kiss her a million times over.  

In silence, Meliae got in the passenger side next to him and shoved her bag into the backseat before leaning her head back against the headrest and closing her eyes.  There, he watched her take a couple deep breaths, an exercise he understood and was learning to do as well.  

Zion went to speak after giving her a few moments, his fingers gently brushing some of her hair out of her face but she stopped him before his words could form.  

“One more second baby, I just need one more second.”  With her eyes still closed, she reached her hand to his and held it to her lips.  Softly, she pressed sweet kisses over his knuckles.

When she opened her eyes, she was met with Zion’s kind smile.  She couldn’t help but smile back, a warmth like no other creeping through her chest like a vine growing over a cottage.  

“I’ve missed you,” Zion said softly as she cupped his face in her hand and stroked her thumb over his lips where he planted a sweet kiss.

“I’ve missed you too,” she said quietly.  

Sitting up properly, she closed the gap between them and pressed her lips against his.  Naturally, his hand held her face, hoping to keep her there for a little longer but she pulled away prematurely.  Their eyes met properly in a sweet smile before she noticed something had changed about him.

“Your hair’s braided,” she said, sounding surprised.  

“Oh yeah,” he replied as he reached his hand up to his hair as if he’d forgotten, “was gettin’ fed up with them bein’ all in my face,” he explained and she giggled a little.

“I like it like that,” she said and she started to do up her seatbelt, her gaze falling from Zion.

“Yea?”

“Yea, you look sexy.”

Something that had recently become very clear to Zion about Meliae was that there were times when things were easier for her to say.  She’d only used ‘sexy’ to describe him once and he remembered it like it was yesterday.  

It was shortly after they’d gotten back from Christmas break and they’d gone to a mutual friend’s house party.  All night, Zion danced and played around with his friends, naturally being the centre of attention as he so often was.  She’d watched him in adoration while drinking with her friends and enjoyed the singular song that he managed to get her on a tabletop with him.

When she’d gotten him alone, she was all over him and he couldn’t deny how much he loved it.  She giggled as he came for the first time that night and whispered sweetly in his ear that he always looked so sexy when he came before sucking on the skin just below his earlobe.  There was something about the way she said the word that told him more about her.  

There had been times before that day where she opted to say another word in its place.  This was why he found it so odd that she’d said it with such ease then.

After he’d switched the music to the playlist he’d made for her she asked where they were going that evening.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, just know it’ll be good,” he said as he turned to look at her, “trust.”

“Trust,” she repeated back to him, smiling to herself as she did so.

As he drove, he started telling her about his day.  She let herself get caught up in his voice, relaxing into her seat the more he talked.  She had a great love for the way his voice got when he was excited about new projects, whatever they might be.  

In recent weeks, he’d had a lot to be excited for and hearing about it had become her favourite part of the week.  She was always overcome with happiness for him and a feeling best described as proud.  A combination, simply put, that led to her falling more and more in love with him.

When he finished speaking, a silence fell between them, the smooth voice of Victoria Monét the only thing to be heard.  Zion, however, could hear her brain turning.  The air was thick with her thoughts and unspoken emotions.  He rested his hand on her bare thigh, his thumb rubbed soft but apparent circles.

“My sister called me today,” Meliae said as she started to play with his fingers.

“She doin’ okay?”

“Yeah,” she paused to lift her head to look at him, catching his gaze for a moment.  “She wants me to come home for Pa’s business do this year, I’ve told you ‘bout it, right?”

He nodded his head as she had.  

As a teenager, she went to all of them but once she’d moved to LA, she didn’t like to make the trip back.  For the most part, she enjoyed them.  She always talked so fondly of the memories she associated with them but the last time she’d gone, someone had made an odd comment about her.  It put her off and made it so she wasn’t looking forward to them so much anymore.  Especially because so many people would approach her to ask the same questions each year.  

Zion knew that her family understood why she didn’t want to go and never pushed her to since it was such a way to go.  What confused him was that it was her sister who had been the one to tell her there was no need for her to go somewhere where she’d be uncomfortable and feel disrespected.  

“Did she say why she wants you to go?” His eyes flickered to her for a moment and she shook her head.

“Just said it was important to her that I be there,” she stated before sighing quietly.

“You’re gonna go then?” 

“Yeah.” 

There was a moment of silence while he processed what she’d said and contemplated suggesting something he wasn’t sure he was ready for.

“I think she’s pregnant,” Meliae admitted after a short period of silence.  

He was more than surprised by her admission and when he turned to face her again, she couldn’t help but giggle at the look on his face.

“You’re so bad at hiding how you feel, my love.”  

He smiled at her and looked back to the road, his hand squeezing her thigh attentively.  “You want me to come with you?”

“I was just contemplating asking if you wanted to come with me.”  They both laugh, their nerves evident.

He picked up her hand that rested on top of his own and brought it to his lips, “I love you,” he said against her knuckles, placing a generous amount of kisses over them before and after.

“I love you as well,” she responded and he knew without looking at her that she was smiling at him just the same way he does to her when she’s not looking.

Close to an hour of driving later, Zion pulled into a carpark for a beach where Meliae spent a lot of her time.  The sun had almost fully disappeared and in turn, the beach was completely deserted, just as he had hoped.  

Once they’d parked, she grabbed her bag from the backseat and joined him outside.  They both took a moment to take in the view and feel the cool breeze pass them.  He watched her as her eyes closed and her head tilted back.  She grabbed his hand after taking a moment and led him to her favourite bit where the dunes had shaped perfectly for people to sit.

They plopped down next to one another and as they both looked out to the sea, Meliae rested her head on his shoulder.  They watched the waves come and go, the sounds easing both of them into serenity.  

Neither of them seemed to mind their thoughtless state.  Zion’s hand stayed on her thigh and she just cuddled more into him as time passed.  The ocean was her safe space.  He’d learnt pretty quickly after they started dating that she felt complete anytime she was near the ocean; as if she was one with it.

“I wanna go in,” she announced as she lifted her head from his shoulder.  Instantly, she began to take her shoes off and he watched, a smile growing on his face.

“Every time you do this you say you’re just gonna paddle your feet and end up getting your pants wet.”  

He was right, of course.  No matter the weather or the length of her pants, when she came to the beach unprepared to swim she still managed to get in.  He had a good laugh each time, never quite understanding how she could still get surprised when it happened so consistently.

“I know,” she replied as she stood up, her hands reaching for the drawstrings of her loose-fitting shorts, “that’s why I’m going to remove my clothes and go in.”  

Her shorts dropped down her legs just as Zion’s smile dropped from his face.  For a moment, he thought she was kidding, but the look she was giving him told him she was dead serious.

“Mel, we’re in public,” he protested, the nickname said with the full intent of stopping her from what she was doing.  And it worked.  The second he spoke it was the second she stopped moving to look down at him with an annoyed look.  The one he returned was smug and somewhat proud.

“I don’t see anyone, Caleb.”  With that, she pulled her hoodie over her head.  Underneath she was wearing nothing, the voluptuous swells of her chest on full display for whoever might pass by and before he could protest again, she dropped her hoodie on his head.

Zion had discovered her hatred for the nickname Mel not long before she’d discovered his first name was Caleb.  He’d said it one day subconsciously when she wasn’t paying attention to him due to a Mortal Kombat competition with hopes it would get her attention.  It did, of course.  In fact, she dropped out of the match simply to inform him Mel was like venom to her.  She didn’t make him promise not to use it so he took advantage and occasionally used it with intent.

While his family was in town, his Mum had called him Caleb as a joke.  Meliae’s initial reaction didn’t quite make sense but after learning he didn’t exactly love being called by it, she used it as leverage and evened the playing field between them.

Meliae was already dipping her feet into the sea when Zion removed her hoodie from his head.  She looked rather adorable, holding her breasts in her arm as a way to support and cover them as she made her way in.  

“Baby!” he called after her as he stood up.

“Come on then!” she yelled back at him as she turned to face him, gesturing her free arm for him to join her.  He shook his head in return and gestured for her to come back but instead of listening, she just turned around and continued to make her way in.

He groaned as he slowly approached her, still fully clothed, “what if someone sees us?”

“If we’re deep enough, all they’ll see is your chest and my back,” she pointed out, now deep enough for her knees to be underwater.  

“Don’t know if anyone’s ever told you this, but your boobs aren’t exactly subtle,” he said right back, his tone of voice mocking hers.  

He was right and though she knew it, it didn’t stop her from pulling the finger at him.  

“For someone who says he lives in the moment, you seem very hesitant to swim in your briefs.”

“Oh, for fuck sake,” he groaned as he ran his hands over his face.  

He made his way back up the beach to where her clothes were and began stripping himself down to his briefs.  She cheered him on from the ocean, getting significantly deeper in the short time it took him.  

Despite it being cold and that she was only wearing a pair of panties, Meliae felt incredibly safe and at home.  Her peace could easily have had anyone fooled into thinking the temperature wasn’t as low as it was and Zion fell victim.  

When he finally stepped into the water, he yelped out and swore at how cold it was while she stood with the water at her chest, a beaming smile on her face.  Her giggles were what brought his attention back to her and it was almost enough to stop the cold shivers that were being sent through his body.

Her breasts barely touched the surface of the ocean and with the silver beams of the moonlight reflecting to illuminate her, she looked like a divine being.  It was the first time since she’d removed her top that night that he’d taken a moment to admire one of his favourite parts of her.

As he got closer, not without cursing at the cold every few steps, he saw that her nipples were hard.  Once he’d noticed, it was as if he couldn’t focus on anything else.  She observed this too, though it was hard not to.  His gaze was not subtle.  

When he was only a few steps away, she teasingly cupped them, rubbing her wet hands over them and tilting her head back, as if to emphasise the pleasure the warmth of her hand mixed with the cold ocean water brought her.  He audibly groaned at the sight and after what felt like forever, joined her.  His expression was visibly annoyed, the hard look of his eyes was clouded by lust as he towered over her.

“It’s not that bad, is it now?” she taunted him with a fake pout and her eyes looking up at him, blinking in the most innocent way.   

His eyes bored into hers and he stepped a little closer, finally able to have her breasts touch him as he so wanted them to.

“You’re lucky I like it when you talk to me that way,” he said, his voice an octave lower than it had been just moments before.  He cupped her face in his hand and tilted her head back so her lips were of easy access.  

“It’s one of my better qualities,” she replied, her eyes never breaking away from his intense stare, “you wouldn’t have me if you didn’t like it.”

Their smiles were hidden as Zion connected their lips in a slow kiss.  Their bodies naturally came closer together as their tongues brushed over one another.  The familiar taste of cherry flooding his taste buds.  Her hands travelled to rest on his chest as they kissed, subconsciously dragging her nails lightly over his skin.  

She moaned against his mouth as his hand cupped her breast, the pad of his thumb teasing her already stiff peak.  He tilted her head back and dipped his head down to attach his lips to her neck,

“What happened to we’re in public?” she mocked as his tongue glided over her pulse point, his teeth nipping shortly after.  

Instead of replying straight away, he dropped his arms under the surface and wrapped them around her.  His hands fell naturally to her butt where he gripped both cheeks as he bit down on the sweet spot on her neck.  The prettiest moan of his name fell from her lips as she pressed her body closer to him.

“Like you said, I don’t see nobody,” he replied against her neck.  

She smiled as she rested her hand on the back of his neck.  He continued to love on her, familiar sighs and moans of content following as he nipped and sucked on all the right places.  

“Just like that,” she coached as she dragged her nails down his spine, knowing how much he loved it.

He trailed his lips over her collarbone to her left breast.  He placed tender kisses around it, cupping it in his hand while he did so.  His big brown eyes looking up at her and he took her nipple into his mouth.  He watched as he suckled at her breast.  He loved seeing her head tilt back and the way her lips parted in a sinful pout.

“Oh, fuck yes,” she moaned out as her body arched into his mouth.  He continued to suck, swirl and flick her nipple while kneading the rest of her breast in a way he enjoyed and she loved.  “Good boy.”

With another wave of encouragement, Zion brought his free hand to her other breast and as best he could, he copied the actions of his mouth with his fingers.  He used the coldness of the water as another means of stimulation, just as she’d done earlier to tease him.  It was easy with his large palms to mimic his actions against her nipple.

It wasn’t long before her quiet moans and whimpers grew louder and almost without warning, her body arched almost fully into his person.  A desperate and whiny version of his name fell loudly from her lips as her arms wrapped around him to support herself.  She could’ve melted away into the ocean right then and she wouldn’t have minded.

Zion let her nipple go with a pop and pressed a kiss to her jaw as he embraced her.  She was still in a bit of a messy daze, unable to stop her giggles as he gave her an Eskimo kiss.  

“Did you just?” he trailed off with his eyebrows raised and a proud smirk resting on his plump lips.

“Mmhm,” she hummed as she wiped some of his saliva from his chin.  She had, in fact, just experienced a mind-blowing orgasm and really, she couldn’t blame him for feeling proud of himself.  She too was proud of him.

“I didn’t know I could do that,” he paused as he shook his head, his eyes glancing around them before coming back to her again, “I mean, I didn’t know women could either.”

“I’ve only done it once before,” she admitted before pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

Looking into his eyes, she was met with a desire fueled by the most pleasurable sin.  It could be seen as devilish and maybe, just maybe, it awoke something within Meliae that she hadn’t had with him just yet.

“Hey baby,” her voice had hidden notes of sultry as she spoke and it sent a shiver down his spine.

“Yeah, mamas?”

“I need you inside me and I don’t like to be kept waiting.”  

Sitting in the passenger seat of his car, Zion awaited Meliae’s body on top of his.  

Unknown to him, she’d guessed he was planning on taking her somewhere with water and had packed towels for the both of them in her bag.  One now lay under his naked and damp body, protecting his car seats from the seawater and other salty substances that were likely to come.  

It had been her suggestion to take things to his car, though the passenger seat wasn’t her first thought.  He quite liked the idea and admitted he’d thought about it on those nights when they couldn’t seem to get home fast enough.  

“So,” Meliae began as she straddled his lap, “we don’t have a condom.”  She rested her hands on his shoulders as she spoke and his went to her hips.  

“You brought towels with you but not a condom?” he questioned as she started kissing on his neck.

She tilted his head to his right and slowly placed open-mouthed kisses up his neck to his pulse point.  She dragged her teeth and her tongue over his skin before she stopped at the most important part of his neck.  There, she began to suck on his skin, swirling her tongue over it and finally sinking her teeth into him, a delicious grunt easing out of him in reaction.  

“Didn’t think you’d look so fuckable baby,” she answered as she dotted sweet kisses over the bruise she’d just created.  His unsteady breathing was seen as motivation for her to continue and she did, his quiet sounds creating a pool between her thighs.  

“You need to stop baby,” he pushed out as his hands travelled to knead on the generous curve of her ass, “not gonna be able to control myself in a minute.”  

He sighed when he felt her smile against his neck.  She placed a final kiss to the second bruise she created and tilted his head back so she could look at him.  She gave him a smile he couldn’t quite decipher and pecked his lips.

“You don’t wanna fuck me raw then?”  

The look on Zion’s face was priceless.  His beautiful dark brown eyes lit up and the faintest blush tinted his cheeks.  Meliae giggled as he moved to kiss her again, his hands pulling her closer to him.

“Need you to verbally tell me yes,” she said in between kisses as she trailed down his neck again.  She let her arousal touch his lap when her lips met his chest.

“Yes,” he stated clearly and she giggled, unable to stop herself.

She kissed him again as she readjusted her body and reached down to pick up his hard cock.  She teased herself first, easing his tip over her slits just as he would and began to sink on him.  A whimper was forced from her as she did so, the familiar burning stretch still being something she’d not yet gotten used to.  It spread through her body quickly, clouding her brain in an addictive haze.

“Fuck,” he dragged out as he tilted his head back a little, “you’re so fuckin’ tight.”  

Once she had filled herself with him to the hilt, their lips met in an aching kiss as if to ease the burn.  Zion felt so needy as he held her close with his strong arms, his hands roaming her plush body as if he’d never be able to touch her again.  If he could stay inside her as he was with his chest filled with so much love and lust for her, he would.

“I love you,” he told her as she pulled away from his kiss, his hands returning to her ass.

She smiled at him and with her thumb, caressed his plump bottom lip, “I love you too.”

She began to adjust her position and Zion understood and was quick to assist her.  He tightened his grip on her hips, his eyes admiring where their bodies became one.  Rolling her hips forward, they moaned in unison.  It didn’t take much to find her rhythm and with her love’s strong assistance, she was bouncing on him in no time.   

The way Meliae’s tits bounced was hypnotic and easily one of his favourite things about having her ride him.  Being able to see her in all her glory and feeling her wetness drip down him was pushing him to an edge he wasn’t ready to fall over just yet.  It was taking everything in him not to nut right from her breasts alone.  

Instead, he opted to sponge wet kisses over her chest.  Her nipple brushed over his lips as she moved and a melodic moan left her lips as it did, his teeth purposely grazing against her in return.  

“You feel so fuckin’ good,” Zion spoke, his voice aggressive and lower than usual.  A strained groan followed as he again tilted his head back.  

“Pretty boy,” Meliae praised as she moved her hand to his neck, her thumb tracing his jawline.  She grinned down at him, never once slowly her movements or giving him less than all of her.  

“Tell me what you want, baby,” she cooed as she dragged her index finger down the side of his neck, leaving a red trail in its place.  

“Needa cum,” he groaned out, his words barely audible.  He raised his hands to her tits again, rolling her nipples with his wet thumbs.  She watched him with a greedy smile on her face, admiring how good he looked below her.

“Need to, huh?” He groaned in reply, both out of annoyance and pleasure.  

“Unfortunate isn’t it?” she asked, her voice remaining calm as she continued to fuck herself on top of him, “I don’t think I’m quite done just yet.”

Squeezing his eyes shut, Zion ran his hands over his face as he tried his best to keep his composure.  Her arousal had almost completely covered his lap at that point and the sweet sinister smack of her body colliding with his own was sending him up the wall.  He was beginning to unravel and he warned her, begging almost in his strained groans and breathless moans. 

“Baby please,” he pleaded between sharp intakes of breath.

“Please what, baby?”

He grunted as his eyes met hers again, this time noticing a glint in her eyes he’d never seen before.  It clicked a switch in his mind, however, and without permitting himself, he spoke the words she wanted to hear.

“Let me cum, please baby, please.”

She smiled devilishly at him before leaning closer to him, their chest touching.  She pressed a kiss to her favourite spot below his earlobe, letting her lips linger on his skin as her hips continued to expertly move on top of his. 

“Only because you said please,” she said quietly against the shell of his ear, her voice like honey.

Zion lost it as he relaxed.  Incoherent curse words and Meliae’s name moaned out as he released inside her, his body jerking as she gripped her velvety walls around him.  His jaw slacked and he let the feeling fully take over, getting so lost in it that he didn’t realise she was yet to cease her actions.

Her lips peppered open-mouthed kisses along his neck just as she’d done before, her teeth purposely being dragged over his most sensitive spots.  She could feel him throbbing inside her and it acted as a motive for her to continue her satisfying actions.  

As he began to come back to his mind, a wave of pleasure and pain washed over him.  His body flinched and for once, it was him who was trying to run instead of the other way around.  

“Hold on baby, fuck, I can’t-” Zion begged, his hands reaching for her hips but he stopped himself before he could touch.  He was uncertain of what to do, turning to Meliae with hopes she’d have the answer as she so often did.  

“Yes you can, darling,” she assured him as she held his chin between her fingers so she could get him to look at her.  “I know you can give me one more.”

A moan escaped her, the pleasure starting to build too high for her to keep it at bay.  Yet her lips again found themselves at the shell of his ear and her body pressed right up against his.  

“You’ve been such a good boy for me, you can do this,” she encouraged and finally, his hands moved back to her hips.  

Meliae began to roll herself back and forth on him to help her reach the summit quicker.  Her moans grew louder and Zion was unable to contain his desperate whimpers in response to her movements.  Rapidly, his second orgasm approached.  His grip on her body tightened as he unexpectedly thrust up into her, his body’s movements no longer controlled.  

As she reached her peak, Meliae threw her head back as a scream of pleasure came out.  His body’s reaction to his second orgasm had been the last straw before she’d been thrown over the edge.  Her back arched and his name tumbled from her.  She came all over his dick right as he released into her for a second time as her body shook uncontrollably.  

Her body naturally collapsed back into him as she stopped shaking. Though she twitched a few times, her grip on his arms relaxed, leaving crescent indents on his shoulders.  She felt incredibly full then, wrapped in his arms with his cock buried inside her.  

Once Meliae had gathered herself enough, she sat up to check in on Zion.  With her head on his chest, she could hear how fast his heart was beating.  When her eyes scanned over his face, she couldn’t help but smile at him.  With hooded eyes, he had a look of euphoria slapped drunkenly on his face.  In the simplest of ways, he looked completely fucked out. 

He let out a tired chuckle when their eyes met and puckered his lips to her.  She kissed him as he pleased and delicately stroked her fingers over his cheekbones.

“You did so well, my love,” she commented, her voice almost shy but filled with appreciation as she smiled at him.  Zion silently dragged his fingers up and down her spine in reply, a comforting way of giving her more of his love.

Unable to bring himself to speak, Zion just continued to smile at her and dragged his fingers up and down her spine, a comforting way of giving her more of his love.  

She pecked his lips once more before she carefully began to pull herself up, easing herself off his cock.  She sat herself down in the driver's seat beside him that she’d laid a towel down on already.  She sighed as she leant her head back, her eyes fluttered closed. 

Blindly, she reached her hand out for him to hold.  They found one another and lazily entwined their fingers.  They sat in silence for a few minutes, neither of them looking at or thinking of anything in particular.

“If this is how you’re gonna act when I get my hair braided, I’m just gonna keep it this way forever.”  His voice was hoarse and weak but his words still brought a smile to her face, just as he’d hoped.

“I would not mind that at all,” Meliae replied as she turned her head to look at ion, both of them smiling like idiots when their eyes met.

With the very little energy Zion had left, he leant across the console and met Meliae’s lips with a soft kiss.  

“I’m gonna drive us home, you don’t need to bribe me, bub,” she said as he went to kiss her again.  He let out a relieved breath as his head dropped to rest on her shoulder.

“Thank God, I’m so fucking gone.”

She got him to sit on his own for a moment while she reached into the backseat to get something.  With her back turned to him, he gave her a cheeky smack on the butt.  Meliae was somewhat used to and rolled her eyes to herself in reaction, while Zion laughed.  

As she sat back down she held her hand out to him, “here,” she said as she nudged his shoulder, her peach-decorated drink bottle in hand. 

“Thank you,” he said, his voice groggy as he accepted it.  He drank some before handing it back to her and resting his head on her shoulder again.

Meliae placed her hand on the back of his neck and placed a kiss on his forehead.  Her gaze turned out to the ocean in front of them, or what she could see through the fogged windshield.  She couldn’t help but smile, silently thanking whoever was needed for these Malibu nights.

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