I wait for as long as I can—until I’ve bid on, and won, a weekend in Aspen—and then I get us out of there. I messaged our driver to tell him to meet us out the front, and he’s waiting when we come out. I glance at Delilah out of the corner of my eye. Her cheeks are beautifully flushed, and it’s not the heat that’s causing it. She knows exactly what will happen as soon as we’re in the car.
After getting her so close to orgasm earlier, she’s probably been feeling every bit as frustrated as I have.
Fucking Jessica. I don’t know what game she’s playing, but I’ll have to talk to her when we get back to New York. I’ve dismissed the signs I’ve noticed recently—the reluctance to leave after we’ve finished fucking, the attempts to make me jealous. Either she’s started to get attached or she has some other ulterior motive. I need to find out which it is and address it either way.
But it’s not something to think about now. Not when the driver is opening the door and Delilah is sliding in, looking up at me with desire-hazed eyes.
My dick is already hard and throbbing. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time—since she stepped foot in my office. Before that even. In the weeks after our night together, I’d stroked one out several times, closing my eyes and remembering how fucking good it had been to make her fall apart for me. I’d even found myself searching the streets for dark hair and green eyes. It was ridiculous. I’ve never done that in my entire fucking life.
But it was the completely irrational urge to return to the bar where we met that jolted me out of my strange obsession. Chasing after a woman, stalking her, isn’t something I have ever—or will ever—do. So I’d deliberately put her out of my mind.
And then she’d walked right back into it, with her long legs and her pretty smile and those cat-like eyes. And those fucking skirts she wears. Not too short, but tight enough to cup the gorgeous curve of her ass.
I flex my fingers. It won’t be a skirt cupping that ass tonight.
I climb in behind her and the driver closes my door.
Before I raise the privacy barrier, I tell him to take the scenic route to the hotel. His eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror. He acknowledges me with a nod, and I press the button to raise the partition. It doesn’t make the car soundproof, but it should muffle some of the sounds Delilah is about to make.
“Come here,” I tell her.
She only hesitates a second before sliding toward me. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her onto my lap, then tug down the bodice of her dress. She’s braless, and the shadow of her hard little nipples has been distracting me all night long. Now I’m going to get a taste.
I bend down and take one of the tight pink peaks into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it and groaning as it immediately hardens enough that I can tease it with my teeth.
“Cole,” she breathes, her hands going to my hair to hold me against her. I pinch her other nipple, enjoying her sharp gasp as her hips buck upward. I’d bet money that shot straight to her clit.
After lavishing attention on her breasts, I reach for the hem of her dress and pull it high around her hips so I can slip my hand underneath. Her barely there thong is saturated, and I inhale deeply to slow myself down. We have the whole night. Right now is just about getting her primed and ready for what will happen when we get back to my hotel room.
My knuckles drift along the seam of her sex, and she bites back a whimper.
“No need to be quiet,” I tell her. “The driver knows exactly what’s going on. If you moan loud enough, you’ll probably make his night.”
Her cheeks burn, and she shakes her head at me.
I give a low chuckle. “Have you been on edge all night, kitten?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
As annoyed as I am with Jessica, a part of me takes twisted joy in the fact that Delilah has been sitting next to me, desperate and needy for the last few hours. Thinking about this moment. Wanting my fingers and mouth on her, my cock working its way into her.
I kiss her. Hard. I want her lipstick smeared over both our faces. Our tongues tangle together, and she wriggles her hips. The friction of her ass against my erection makes it swell even more.
With my thumb on her clit, I slide a finger inside her. Her hands drop to my shoulders and clench as she lets out a moan. Her little cunt is so wet and ready for me that I add another finger, working it into her while I increase the pressure of my thumb.
I look down, drunk on the sight of her splayed out on my lap, her full breasts bared, legs parted and my hand disappearing under her red dress. I add a third finger. She’s so damn tight. I know she’s feeling the stretch, but I’ll stretch her more once we’re back in the hotel room, so she might as well get used to it now.
“C-Cole,” she moans louder, and her eyelids flutter shut.
“Look at me.” I want to see it in her eyes when she comes. There’ll be no hiding her pleasure from me.
Her lids fly open again and from her unfocused gaze and tightening body, I know she’s close. I bend over her, taking one pink tip in my mouth again and sucking hard. Her whimpers grow louder, but I need her to give in and let go. I want that gorgeous mind of hers to shut down so she can stop thinking and start feeling.
Curling my fingers and pressing against her front wall, I simultaneously stroke my thumb over her clit and bite down on her nipple.
“Yes, Cole!” she cries as her pussy spasms around my hand and her arousal practically gushes out of her.
I slow the movement of my hand and tease the hard peak in my mouth with my tongue to bring her back down. She breathes heavily and turns her face into my neck, trembling against me, and I’m overcome by an unexpected surge of tenderness. I fight the urge to stroke her hair away from her face and press a soft kiss to her lips. Tonight is about enjoying each other’s bodies, not sharing affection.
I pull my hand from her panties and bring my wet fingers to her mouth, drifting one along her soft, lush lower lip. “Suck.”
Her eyes flash to mine, a crease marring her brow before she opens for me. I slide my fingers inside. Her tongue laps against them as she sucks, making my cock jerk under her ass.
Fuck.
I let her savor her own taste for a few more seconds, then despite my resolve from before, I pull my fingers away, cup her head and brush a kiss against her lips. It starts out slow, but soon I’m tilting her head to get deeper, my hand tightening in her hair as I lose myself in her.
When I finally ease away, she’s not the only one breathing heavily.
The driver’s voice comes over the intercom. “We’re approaching the hotel, sir. Do you want me to keep driving?”
There’s no doubt that even with the privacy screen up, he heard Delilah come. He probably assumes it’s safe to ask the question.
“You can take us back now, thank you.”
Delilah tries to slide off my lap, her gaze suddenly dipping away from mine.
I grab her chin. “Uh-uh. You said you were mine for the night, which means you do what I want. And what I want is for you to stay right where you are.”
She swallows. “Okay.” The word is little more than a faint breath, and I smile.
If Delilah thinks our first encounter is an indication of what will happen tonight, she’s wrong. She was a virgin then. I’m not a complete asshole, so I didn’t push any major boundaries. But she’s not a virgin anymore. She’s been with another man.
My muscles tense at the thought. I shrug my shoulders to loosen them, dismissing my reaction. I’m not someone who’s ever cared whether a woman’s been with someone else. I only care that Delilah’s with me right now and I have no plans to take it easy on her.
As soon as the car pulls up outside the hotel, I’m hustling her out and up to my room. Even as the door swings shut behind us, my hands are cupping her ass and I’m taking her mouth again. I can’t seem to stop. The way she moans has me deepening the kiss. She tastes so sweet. If I were any other man, I might get addicted.
I lift her and press her against the wall, rocking into her, pressing my cock against her pussy. She whimpers and bucks against me. Her dress is pushed up, and she wraps her legs around my hips. My need to devour her flames higher as her nails dig into me, holding me close. If she’s worried I’m going somewhere, she shouldn’t be. There’s nowhere else I want to be.
I lower her to the floor, letting the silky material of her dress fall around her legs. “All the way down,” I growl as I unzip my pants and pull myself out.
She looks at where my fingers are wrapped around my aching shaft and understanding flares across her face. As does something else.
Want.
Her eyes rise to meet mine, and I’m lost in their green depths, my heart thundering an erratic rhythm in my chest. She breaks the spell by dropping to her knees, the red dress pooling around her on the floor. I’m not sure I’ve seen anything sexier than Delilah looking up at me with pink-stained cheeks, her full lips a mere inch from my already leaking dick.
I press my thumb into her mouth, a fierce tension building low and deep inside me when she sucks on it. I let myself enjoy the sensation for a few seconds before tugging her jaw open and sliding the swollen crown of my cock onto her tongue. When I release her, it’s only to tangle my hand in her hair. “Show me how much you can take.”
Without breaking eye contact, her lips wrap around me, and she slowly sinks down until I hit the back of her throat. She laps at the underside of my shaft, sending flames scorching across my skin. But I want more from her. I want to push her past her comfort zone.
I stroke my thumb across her cheek. “I’m going to go deeper, kitten. Breathe through your nose for me.”
She nods, and I use my hand in her hair to hold her still as I drive myself deeper, only stopping when she gags and her eyes begin to water, tears beading on her lower lashes. She hasn’t taken all of me, but the way her throat reflexively tightens around the head of my cock triggers an almost unbearable pleasure.
Cupping her jaw, I angle her face up to mine, admiring what a pretty picture she makes. I rub my thumb over her cheek again. “Such a good fucking girl, swallowing my cock so well,” I murmur.
Her lashes flutter, and as her moan vibrates through me, I jerk in her mouth, swelling even more.
Fuck. The sensation is so intense that a warning flare shoots up my spine and my abdominal muscles clench. I’m too damn close already. I breathe deep, holding on to my fraying restraint and resisting the urge to pump my hips and fuck her mouth until I spill down her throat.
I’ll save that for later. When I come this time, I want to be buried deep inside the pussy I’ve been craving for way too long.
I pull out, taking in her beautifully disheveled face, her cheeks damp and her lips red and swollen. As soon as I help her to her feet, I’m shoving my fingers into her hair and tilting her head back so I can lick and nip my way along her jaw. “I’m going to fuck you now, Delilah. Take off that dress and get on your hands and knees on the bed.”
Her eyes widen at the demand in my tone, but I’m too impatient to wait any longer.
“Go,” I growl.
She takes a few steps away from me, then stops and looks over her shoulder, her lower lip caught between her teeth. God, she’s still so fucking inexperienced when it comes to sex, and I know I shouldn’t, but I fucking love it.
At least Paul did one thing right—for my purposes, anyway. There’s no way that asshole did a damn thing to satisfy her needs or help her explore the latent sensuality that emanates from her with every look and movement and touch. Instead, I’m the one who gets to do it. Even if it’s only for one night.
Delilah faces forward again and reaches behind her to unzip her dress. After she slips the straps off her shoulders, she does a little shimmy and lets it fall, leaving her in nothing but her thong and heels.
I press my hand against my cock to ease the ache, but only sinking it into her will help me now. “I hope you’re not attached to that tiny scrap of lace you’re wearing,” I say, “because I’m about to rip it off so I can taste you again.”
She freezes and a shiver visibly works its way through her. Then she keeps going, crawling onto the bed and stopping on her hands and knees, just the way I commanded.
After stripping out of my clothes, I stalk toward her. I can’t take my eyes off her ass, the material of her saturated thong a thin line between her cheeks. It’s still too much covering her, and I hook my fingers in the fabric at her hip and twist, snapping it. Delilah gasps, and I do the same with the other side, crumpling the fabric in my hand. I’ll be keeping these, but for now, I let them flutter to the ground by the side of the bed.
I run a finger up the seam of her sex. She’s wet, dripping, and when I slip the tip into her opening, my greedy girl clenches around me.
I lean down and run my tongue from her clit all the way to the tight rosette of her ass. She jolts forward, but I don’t let her go, wrapping my arm around the top of her thighs to keep her still as I do it again and again.
“Cole,” she cries out as I lap at her and spear my tongue into her pussy. God, she tastes fucking incredible.
I rear back, stroking my erection from root to crown. “Do you want me?” I ask.
“Yes.” It’s a breathless gasp.
“You want me to fill that perfect little cunt of yours with my cock?”
She shudders again. “Yes.”
“Beg for it.”
She twists her head to look at me over her shoulder, the arousal in her eyes shadowed by doubt. “God, Cole,” she says, her voice wavering. “You can’t . . . I can’t . . .”
I stroke my hand up and down her back. “It’s okay to like it, beautiful. This isn’t about humiliating you. You begging for my cock doesn’t change how I see you, but it does turn me the fuck on, and”—I slick a finger through her wetness, which is practically dripping down her thighs—“I think it turns you on too. So stop thinking and do whatever the hell makes you feel good.”
The tension in her body eases under my touch, and she nods. I grip my erection again, sliding the head between her soaked folds until it nudges her clit. She lets out a moan, rocking on her hands and knees to force me to keep moving.
“Beg me.” I push her to take the step.
She licks her lips. “Please, Cole.” Her voice breaks on my name. “I need your cock. I need you to fuck me. I need you to make me come.”
Music to my fucking ears.
I quickly roll on a condom, then grip her ass and flex my fingers. I’m torn. I want to fuck her this way, but I also want to look into her eyes the first time I take her again. The sheer strength of that uncharacteristic urge makes me resist it. Instead, I slide my cock between her legs one more time to coat myself in her arousal, then wrap my hands around her hips. With one hard thrust, I bury myself to the hilt.
“Oh my god,” she cries as her body seizes around me.
Blood pounds in my ears as her pussy grips me so tightly I can barely move. I grit my teeth and pull back before pumping into her again, fucking her with long, sure strokes.
Her internal muscles clutch my cock and she’s moaning now, clawing at the sheets and pushing back against me. I grip her ass cheeks and spread them so I can watch the way she’s stretched around me as I drive into her. The tight ring of muscle between her cheeks captures my attention, and I can’t resist the urge to press my thumb against it.
Delilah sucks in a sharp breath and turns her head, her startled gaze meeting mine. Judging by her reaction, she’s never been touched here before. I swipe my thumb through her wetness and use it to let me press a little deeper. Her eyes widen. “Cole?”
“Tell me it feels bad, and I’ll stop.”
She hesitates briefly, then shakes her head. “It doesn’t feel bad.”
To reward her, I slide my hand around to her front and tease the swollen bundle of nerves between her legs. The added sensation makes her clench even tighter around me, and my balls draw up. Fuck, I won’t last long this first round. Luckily, this is only the first of many tonight.
With my fingers working her clit, and my thumb pushing a little deeper into her ass with every thrust of my hips, I give Delilah no choice but to come. Her body goes rigid, and she lets out a cry as she clamps down hard around me. My fight to hold back is over. I slam into her, closing my eyes and throwing back my head with a low groan as fire races from my balls, along my shaft, and erupts from me. My hips continue to work, and I can’t seem to stop coming.
When I finally stop pumping into her, my chest is heaving and even my fingertips are tingling.
Delilah West just fucking wrecked me.
