Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Wilder
“My feet are killin’ me,” Delilah complains when we leave the arena. “These boots were, in fact, not made for walkin’.”
After three hours at the convention center, half of the group went back to the hotel to freshen up and change while the rest of us continued to explore Vegas. Delilah, her mom, and I stayed with Noah and Fisher, so we’ve been on our feet all damn day.
We ended up at a rooftop bar where I had my first beer in a month. Normally, I’d let myself indulge and have a few, but I wanted to stay alert and aware since we were surrounded by strangers in unfamiliar territory.
Delilah got Long Island Iced Teas for her and her mom. But I’m certain she didn’t realize how much alcohol they have because Mrs. Fanning was tipsy after her first one.
We were supposed to meet everyone at the hotel and go to the rodeo together, but the girls wanted to sober up beforehand and then ordered a variety of appetizers to soak up the alcohol.
When the final event of the evening wrapped up, we booked ass out of there. Ellie did amazing, per usual, and came in second. But after nearly three hours of the girls screaming in my ear, I was more than ready to leave.
There are a bunch of NFR after-parties happening on the Strip, but Mrs. Fanning is ready to tap out, so I offered to tag along with Delilah to take her back to the hotel while everyone else goes out.
“Want me to carry you?” I offer.
“Are you serious?”
I stand in front of her, then motion for her to get on my back.
She hesitates for a moment before finally doing it. I pull her up higher, then wrap my hands around her thighs to keep her in place.
“You’re gonna pull a muscle with me up here.” She wraps her arms around my neck, hanging on tight.
I turn my face toward her so she can hear me better. “Darlin’, I lift shit twice as heavy as you for a livin’, so stop doubtin’ me.”
“I wasn’t, but I’m not exactly petite, either.”
Mrs. Fanning nudges me. “She worries for nothin’. Her body is perfect.”
I grin, looking at her. “That’s what I’ve been sayin’ for years.”
Delilah snorts, squeezing her thighs around my waist tighter.
“It’s usually you carryin’ my drunk ass out,” I tease, enjoying the way it feels to have her this close to me even if it’s not sexual.
“I’m not that drunk…”
Halfway through the rodeo, we went to the concessions and got a couple more drinks. That time she stuck to beer, but Delilah rarely has alcohol, so when she does, she’s a lightweight.
Hence the night of too many margaritas with Mattie and Jonah.
It takes a bit longer to get to the hotel since the sidewalks are packed. But once we arrive, I set Delilah down before we get into the elevator.
“Are you kids gonna go out?” Mrs. Fanning asks as we make our way up to our floor.
Delilah glances at me before responding, “Yeah, probably. I’m gonna freshen up and change first. But I’m sure we’ll find somethin’ to do.”
“I think Fisher and Landen were gonna hit up the casino downstairs. We could swing by ’em for a bit. I think the girls were gonna go to the bar while they waited.”
“I heard someone talkin’ about a strip club,” Delilah blurts. “But it was for the ladies, if ya know what I mean.”
“Ooh, like the Chippendales…” Mrs. Fanning smirks, and I chuckle at her suggestive tone.
“There’s a great show called Thunder From Down Under,” someone behind us chimes in, and we turn around. “Australian male dancers.”
“Hmm…I vote for that one,” Delilah quips.
Once we finally get to our floor, Mrs. Fanning and Delilah go to their room, and I go to mine.
Since we’re heading out again, I decide to take a quick shower to rinse off the day. Time doesn’t seem to exist in Vegas, especially with how bright-lit everything is and how many people walk around all night long.
A year ago, I would’ve indulged in the nightlife a lot more than I am now, and when I went last year, I partied like I had nothing to lose.
But now I’ve learned I don’t need to do that in order to have a good time or enjoy the company I’m with, especially when that company is Delilah.
And this time, I have a lot more to lose if I fuck up.
Grabbing a towel, I step out of the shower and dry off. The showers here are the best I’ve ever experienced, and I almost didn’t want to get out. But I know Delilah will be ready soon.
Speaking of…
A knock at the door tells me she’s here now.
I wrap the towel around my waist and then rush out of the bathroom to grab the door.
“Hey,” I say, stepping back so she can enter.
She changed into another gorgeous dress, but this one’s darker and more flowy.
“You look beautiful in this.” I pluck the material between my fingers.
Ignoring me, she stares at my bare chest and then lowers her gaze to the towel resting on my hips. “You showered?”
“Yeah, I figured I had time,” I tell her as the door closes behind her, bringing us closer. “It’ll just take me a few minutes to get dressed. Did you decide where you wanna go?”
I walk toward my suitcase, but then her fingers wrap around my wrist and she yanks me toward her. “Actually…” Her other hand releases the knot on my towel and it falls to my feet. “I was thinkin’ it was my turn to taste you.”
Blinking in disbelief, I clear my throat. “Now?”
“Unless you’d rather I drag you to Magic Mike Live and let ’em gimme a show instead.” She bites down on her lower lip, looking up at me through her lashes.
If that’s her version of trying to seduce me, it’s working.
“Uh, definitely not.” I tilt up her chin, stealing a kiss. “But you don’t have to if—”
“Wilder, please…shut up for once.” She wraps her palm around my half-erect shaft, and I smirk at how adorable she sounds taking charge.
When she looks down at her hand and furrows her brows at my piercings, I know she’s curious about them. I jerk my cock and she lets go as if a snake bit her.
“Oh my God.” She scowls at me when I chuckle.
Wrapping my palm around myself, I give it a few tugs. “Am I allowed to talk now?”
She rolls her eyes at my smart-ass comment. “What’s that kind of piercin’ called?”
I hold up the tip to show her better. “A magic cross. Two barbells cross each other through the head. That’s why there’s four balls stickin’ out.”
“Jesus, that looks painful.” She winces.
I put her hand back on me, then cover it with mine to show her what to do.
“It’s not. You’re not gonna hurt me, and dare I say, you’re gonna enjoy it, too.”
She shifts her bashful gaze up to mine. “Tell me what you like.”
I temporarily freeze because while I’m usually over-confident when it comes to sex, it’s different with Delilah. I know it’s been a while for her, but it has for me, too.
“Get on your knees and open your mouth,” I demand.
She obeys, and once she’s comfortable, I tighten my grip and pump myself.
“Stick out your tongue, Delly.”
As soon as she does, I smack the tip on it a few times before sliding deeper.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I bring her face closer. “Good girl. Now suck…”
She seals her lips around my cock, hollows her cheeks, and glides around my length. It’s pure bliss.
“Fuck, that’s it. Take as much of me as you can.” My heart flutters at how fucking good it feels. Never in a million years did I think this would happen, and now that it is, I still can’t believe it.
It doesn’t take long for her to find a rhythm. Her mouth pops off and she strokes a few times before sliding her tongue underneath all the way back up to my piercings and enveloping them again.
“That’s so good, baby. Fuck—” I’m at a loss for words because all I want to do is lift her up and devour her.
She moans in between the delicious torture of her hand and mouth, swallowing me down and teasing me. Her firm grip on my shaft while she plays with my piercings has me fighting back my release.
“Delly, I’m close…you might wanna—”
She frantically shakes her head, keeping her eyes locked on mine and digging her fingers into the backs of my thighs.
I can’t keep my eyes off how stunning she looks stuffed with my cock and her lips swollen around the head of my cock. Every inch of my body shivers as my legs tense in anticipation.
Her loud sucking noises are my undoing, and I groan through the intensity of the climax. Delilah gulps me down like she can’t get enough.
“Jesus Christ, you sucked me dry.” I inhale sharply, trying to catch my breath.
“Guess that means I still got it,” she quips, wiping her chin.
I chuckle, offering her my hand and helping her up.
Tilting her chin, I inch closer. “Your mouth on me will always feel amazin’. But that was fuckin’ hot. Especially since I wasn’t expectin’ it.”
“That seems to be the story of us, huh?” She breaks into a smile. “Speaking of…”
Stepping back, she grabs the hem of her dress and yanks it over her head, revealing the lavender lingerie set she told me about earlier.
“Um…” I’m unable to form words as my eyes rake down her perfect body. A lacy corset top cups her breasts and a thong peeks beneath a garter set that sits over her curvy hips. “Fuck me. That’s sexy as hell on you.”
Without a second thought, I lift her up and move us across the room. Then I push her up against the large floor-to-ceiling window and hold her up with my body when her thighs hug my waist.
“You bring that little vibratin’ butt plug with you, too?” I taunt, cupping her ass.
“No. I lost the remote, remember?” She cracks up and it makes me laugh too thinking about Mattie oversharing while they were drunk.
“But I wouldn’t mind gettin’ a new one…” Her teeth drag across her bottom lip, and I swear my cock jumps at the thought of touching her back there.
“Someday soon,” I promise.
If there was a cure for depression that didn’t include talking about my feelings or taking medication, this would be it. This kind of heart-racing, sweat-inducing serotonin boost is all I’d need for the rest of my life as long as it came in the form of being with Delilah.
When she yanks my lips down to hers, I taste myself on her, and it makes me hard all over again. I grab her hand from around my neck and flatten it against the window above her head, pushing my erection against her stomach.
“I wanna tear this pretty little thing off you and fuck you against this window,” I murmur when she pushes her hips into me. “But I promised to take things slow with you, so I’m not gonna do that.”
“Wilder,” she whines, and I kiss down her neck. “Fuck what I said.”
Chuckling against her heated skin, I shake my head. “I didn’t bring condoms, but even if I had one, it’d still be a bad idea to rush. I don’t wanna screw this up.”
“Are you sure I can’t change your mind?” She lowers her free hand between us and grabs my cock, then rubs it over the lacy fabric barely concealing her pussy. “Because I can’t stop thinkin’ about how those piercings are gonna feel inside me.”
She’s literally trying to kill me.
“Delly…” I thrust into her grip, feeling her sweet juices rub over me. “You’re testin’ my willpower.”
She pushes the fabric of her panties over just enough to tease the tip and piercings between her wet slit. “How ’bout now?”
“And here I thought I was the one corruptin’ you.” I rest my forehead on hers, fighting with my desire to say fuck it. “But unless you want me to fill this tight cunt with my cum and knock you up, you better not tempt me.”
Before she can argue, I wrap my arms around her and toss her on the bed, then kneel between her thighs. Spreading them wide, I pull her panties to the side and feast on her like it’s my last day on Earth.
Within minutes, she’s arching her back and screaming my name, the taste of her arousal bursting on my tongue.
“Next time I wear this, you better have a condom,” she demands between catching her breath and leaning up on her elbows. “Or I’m using my vibrator.”
“Oh, we’ll definitely be using your vibrator…” I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. “Just not tonight.”
She falls back on a whimper, and I chuckle at her dramatics. “C’mon, time to get ready. Strip clubs and Long Island Ice Teas are waitin’ for us.”
And if I don’t get us out of this room in the next ten minutes, I’ll do exactly what I told her I wouldn’t do and fuck her until my cum spills out of her.