Still looking uncertain, she finally murmurs, “Okay. It’s worth a shot,” with a wrinkle of her nose.She lets out an unsteady breath. “But kiss me again. Otherwise it might feel too… clinical.” Grasping the back of my neck, she tugs me close and crushes her mouth to mine.
Fuuuck.My mind reels as we deepen the kiss, and I can’t help but notice the differences between her and the only other person I’ve ever done this with. Malakai. Her lips are soft. Plush. His had been firmer. Demanding. I like both. Mal had definitely worked me into a frenzy, but I’ll be fucked if Lilah isn’t about to do the same. My breath is ragged as she rubs her tongue with mine, moaning a bit as she clings to me.
I wonder if she realizes that kissing me like this is going to take us to a place that’s so far from clinical it’s comical, but I’m not going to argue the point if it makes her feel better about it.
She begins to squirm, and when I slip a hand under her gown, I find her bare. Wet. Aroused. Needy. “Cross.” She whimpers my name on a stuttered breath. I bring her slick heat from her slit to her clit, applying pressure. She cries out, bucking against my fingers, back arching on a gasp. Smiling, my heart thunders as I rub, concentrating on the nerve endings that will send her over the edge and lessen whatever discomfort she might be feeling. “How’s that?”
“Good.” Her breath hitches as she nods, and I stare into her eyes, the sunlight coming in through the window making them sparkle. The pupils are dilating a bit, and, oh fuck. I want to explore every bit of this with her.
Her chest shudders. “You’re sure no one will find us in here?”
“They’re busy at the river. And we’re far enough from the main part of the building we should be safe.” I suck a wet path down her throat, then across the top of her breasts. Touching her like this, my cock hardens in my pants, and a low groan pulls from my chest. I want to touch her everywhere. Tongue and lips and hands and fucking teeth. I want to taste her.
She writhes against my fingers, lips parting as she pants out unsteady breaths, and fuck… she’s beautiful. Where my erection is pressed against her hip, the front of my pants are growing damp as pre-cum wets them. I’m in agony, but it also feels so good, I don’t ever want to stop.
Her eyes grow wide as it finally registers with her what’s happening to me, and she goes still for a second. Swallows. Then, quickly tugs my mouth back to hers as she writhes against my fingers. The idea of her using me like that has my cock straining even harder behind my zipper.Fuck.
Shifting now, I scramble over her and kneel between her legs, hands pushing her gown up past her hips. Overcome by the musky scent of her arousal, I clutch at her thighs as she watches me. “I—” Fuck. “I want—” I slip my hands toward the juncture of her thighs, staring at her sex, then dampen my lips, my pulse hammering as the craving to know more screams inside my brain.
Her chest jerks wildly, eyes flickering from my lips, thendownward to her exposed body. And then, she does something I wasn’t expecting. She wriggles free of her gown, bringing it off over her head until she lies there completely naked before me. Soft pants fall from her lips, and I finally can’t hold back any longer, the impulse to run my tongue along her engorged flesh overwhelms me. And I think my tongue can do just as good a job as my fingers can.
Sliding my palms along her inner thighs, I bend at the waist, inhaling as I press my lips to the softest skin I’ve ever felt. I trail them closer to where I really want them, then, with my heart pounding frantically in my chest, I flick my tongue along the wetness at her core. The resulting groan that tears from somewhere deep in my chest vibrates throughout my body. “Fuck.” My eyes drink in the sight of glistening pink skin, and my breath comes fast as I flatten my tongue and lick the sensitive bud.
“Oh god.” Her pelvis bucks, back arching, and her eyes fly to mine as her body shudders.
Wanting more of that reaction, I close my mouth over her clit and suck while I continue to run careful fingers all over, lightly teasing her entrance. She frantically claws at my shoulders, a panted gasp bursting from her. But still, I continue on, enjoying the way her control slips with each passing second.
“Cross.” My name falls from her lips on a shaky exhale. “I’m—” Her mouth goes slack, her eyes unfocused, dazed, and her legs begin to tremble.Fuck. Yes.I keep pushing her right to the very edge with everylick and suck as I feast on her. She whimpers, mumbling incoherently. And then, she lets go, her body giving in. It seems to pulse. I wish I had my cock inside her for this, but that was never at the forefront of my mind. It’s still not. It’s only ever been about her.
When her breathing finally slows and she’s able to focus on me, she gives me a tremulous smile.
“Feel better?”
She brings her arm up, covering her eyes with it as she mumbles, “You don’t even know.” With a shaky inhale, she sits up, eyeing me. Her gaze wanders from my face, downward to the wet patch on the front of my pants. Her face is already rosy with the exertion of what I just pulled from her, but it grows redder the longer she stares. She swallows roughly, jutting her chin toward my groin. “I could maybe…”
My brows lift. “You don’t need to.”
She purses her lips, crawling closer. I watch her every movement with bated breath. Nimble fingers wander the front of my pants, and my cock jerks at the contact. A low moan releases from my throat. Body on fire, I blink, my heated gaze on her as she unfastens the button and pulls the zipper down. My heart rate frantic, she dips her hand inside and pulls out my cock.
This is the moment madness and desire collide. Should I be telling her to get dressed? Telling her to go back to cleaning that bathroom? Should I be returning to check in with my father? Yes. All of those things. But I don’t. Because the feel of this girl’s handexploring my cock is something I wasn’t certain I’d ever experience. Didn’t think I deserved.
Her fingers smooth over the veins, thumb glides along the underside. And then, her lashes lower, and she stares up at me from under a hooded gaze as her tongue flicks over the head where pre-cum continues to bead. Desire burns through me, and I reach for her, threading my fingers through the hair at the back of her head.
Soft lips part, and she takes my dick into her mouth. The way she stares up at me while fluttering her tongue along my length has me gasping. A groan reverberates in my chest and echoes into the high-ceilinged room.
My jaw clenches as she takes me deep. I’ve never had anyone’s mouth on me before. It’s the most ridiculously decadent feeling. I can’t help but remember Malakai’s reaction when I did the same to him. Maybe it’s wrong to think about the fire that’d burned hot between us while I’m with Delilah, but I can’t help myself. This girl has me all wound up, and I love it. Wish he were here. Watching. Like when I saw the two of them together.Fuck.The minute that idea pops into my head, I know I’m done for.
Staring down, I only just hold back as I will the image of her swollen lips taking my cock to imprint itself on my brain. My fingers contract, tugging ever so slightly in her hair, needing her to look into my eyes, to understand what I’m feeling. “Fuck, Delilah. You’re gonna wreck me. I—” Heat flashesthrough my body from head to toe, and whatever I was going to say falls away, lost to a world where only she and I exist. She watches me with tears gathering at the corners of her eyes, wrenching an uneven moan from me. My body trembles hard with coiled tension, balls drawing up, and lightning racing along my spine.
One last look at my cock as it disappears into her mouth and I lose it, my seed spurting from me in aching bursts. Stunned at the violence of it all, I remain still, wondering if she’s killed me. My heart pumps at a pace that feels abnormal. Blinking, I wet my lips.
Delilah swallows, then licks over my semihard cock. One last dribble of cum leaks from my tip, and her tongue flicks out to collect it. Harsh, ragged breaths pull from my chest, and I grip her jaw with a hand, tracing her swollen lips with my thumb.
My brain doesn’t seem connected to my thoughts yet, but I help her to her feet, tip her face upward and plant a kiss on her mouth. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to.” She lifts a hand to her face, brushing a rogue tear from her cheek. Lips trembling, she forces them into a smile.
I drag in a careful breath. “I need to say something to you.” Her brows knit together as she waits for me to continue. “You don’t deserve how you’ve been treated.”
