53. Langdon
Fifty Three
Langdon
A cool breeze washes over us as Delia positions my cock beneath her.
“Holy shit balls! Gross!”
Delia freezes with a sharp inhale. My head snaps left and I…I scream like a little bitch.
“Oh my God! Anderson, no! Get out.”
I yank Delia down until she’s flat against me and wait for the door to slam shut. Her chest is shuddering against mine. Her breath hot against my shoulder and then, she bursts out laughing.
I grab a corner of the towel next to me and wrap it over us. Delia mushes her face into my collarbone. “I’m never leaving this room. Like … ever,” she mumbles.
I hold her tight against me. “I’m okay with that. And, I’m so sorry. But we should put clothes on.”
Delia slides off me so we’re side by side. Her eyes are wide like saucers. “I only wore a coat,” she says and bites her lower lip.
I jump off the bed, heart pounding. Her eyebrows draw together as she watches my fling my closet door open and start savagely ripping through piles of clothes. My mouth is dry and I feel a little lightheaded. I toss a hoodie and a pair of swim team sweatpants from the closet to the bed before scrambling to get my clothes off the floor.
“Oh my god, we’re dead if they catch us,” I whine.
Delia pulls on the clothes I tossed her and pats the bed.
“Sit down, Langdon, you look like a deer caught in headlights. It’ll be a dead giveaway.”
“Why are you not freaking out?” I sit down next to her.
“Anderson thinks it’s gross when we kiss. I mean, it’s pretty unfortunate that he saw me naked, but I mean, he might not say exactly what he saw. Just relax until someone says something.”
I stare at her in awe. “You’re too calm. Like, too calm.”
A heavy knock at the door echoes through the room before it gently pushes open. My mom has one hand up half blocking her view. Like she doesn’t want to see.
“Hi,” Delia says, a slight lilt to her voice. “We’re decent.”
Mom drops her hand and grins while looking around the room. I wiggle my hips, the condom still on under my pants feels gross. “Hey. So Anderson…”
“Caught us kissing,” Delia says and blushes .
Mom tries to keep a straight face, but grins and shakes her head. “I figured,” she shrugs, “but had to check.”
“Why are you guys back so early?” I blurt out like the foolish idiot that I am.
Mom raises a brow at me. Delia jabs a finger into my ribs discreetly. “About thirty minutes into dinner half the congregation started…getting sick to their stomach. We weren’t about to linger. Delia, your Mum was dropping Gramps off and then coming to pick you up. She should be here shortly.”
Delia nods and smiles politely. “Ok. Thanks. Sorry your dinner was a bust.”
“Hmm, yeah, I’m not so sure it really was,” Mom says knowingly, and backs out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Delia looks at me.
“She totally knows something was up.” I drop my head to her shoulder. I almost want to cry I’m so embarrassed but more, I’m desperately turned on, horny and cock blocked by my baby brother and mother.
“I think Anderson is actually a demon child.” I nip at her neck.
Delia giggles and pushes me to the bed. “He’s just a kid who loves his big brother and me. But he definitely has absolute shit timing.”
She lays back, tucking her hands under her head and sighs. “We need a place where there are no adults or chance of adults.” A little groan escapes her as I rub her thigh. I like her in my sweats and hoodie. “And soon.” She rolls to face me. “I don’t want to wait. I don’t think I can wait. ”
Her hand slides from my waist, down my belly to the waistband of my pants. Then lower. I could combust or scream in frustration or let her rub until I blow my load in my pants—hey at least the condom would contain the mess—but I do none of those things.
I pull her on top of me and kiss her senseless until the doorbell rings and I hear her mom and mine yell upstairs for us.