“That feels really good.” I temper my words, wanting to use a bigger adjective.
Something along the lines of amazing, incredible, orgasmic. I hope I sound more casual than I feel: Melanie’s hold on me is strong. I sigh as she works her hand up my neck. My muscles readily cave into the pressure of her fingers and a throb grows between my legs. Slow inhale…
“That girl did a number on you,” she says, working her thumbs into a knot next to my shoulder blade.
I turn and look sidelong at her. She shakes her head.
“Riot Dykes causing trouble, as usual…”
“Mmmmm…” I sigh, closing my eyes and rolling my neck forward. “It’s okay. This made it all worth it.”
I suddenly remember where I am, and open my eyes, hoping no one read too much into that. I glance back at Melanie, who is blushing noticeab
