20. Delaney
CHAPTER 20
DELANEY
“Tell me you want this.”
My brain short circuits as Thorn nibbles on the soft flesh between my shoulder and neck. My legs tighten around his waist, and I grind down, seeking relief, but our clothes are in the way. His mouth moves up my neck, leaving a trail of scorched skin behind.
When he kissed me in the garage, I think it was more a silencing tactic than sexual, but I’m not complaining. Lust very quickly entered the picture the moment our lips met, and he threw me over his shoulder to carry me to his room immediately following his statement that the night wasn’t over.
Again, not complaining.
My head thumps against the wall, and I moan. “I want this.”
“Thank fuck,” Thorn growls and spins us toward his bed.
He lifts one arm over his head and pulls his shirt off like the male models you see on videos. I lick my lips in anticipation and admire the view before me. Thorn’s body is muscular and toned. It reminds me of one of those Olympian high divers with his six-pack. However, it’s the muscles in his arms that make me swoon. Thorn moves to the end of the bed, and I scoot back so he can turn and sit down to take off his boots.
I trace my fingers over the tattoo of the club’s insignia on his back up to the heart with thorns piercing out on his neck. He shudders in response.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper.
“Beautiful?” he asks playfully, standing up.
Thorn unbuckles his belt, and with his right hand, he grips the left side and yanks it all the way through the loops on his jeans until it’s free.
My jaw drops. “I’ve always wanted to see a guy do that in person.”
Thorn smirks. “Most women do.”
I shift to my knees and tug my shirt over my head, revealing a lacy black bra. As I drag my finger down between the valley of my breasts, Thorn’s gaze heats up. I unhook the front clasp, and they spill out of their confinement.
That’s all it takes.
Thorn’s control snaps, and he pushes me back before crawling on the mattress to hover over my body. He brutally attacks my mouth as our tongues battle and teeth bang together fiercely. Thorn rolls my nipple between his thumb and finger, so I arch my back, shoving myself into his touch.
Reaching down, I rub his rock-hard shaft. He groans against my lips and pulls away. Thorn stands at the edge of the bed and yanks my jeans off, along with my thong. I pant as he slides his jeans and boxers over his hips and kicks his legs free.
He drops to his knees, and pulls me to the end of the mattress, leaving my legs dangling. Thorn spreads my knees apart, lowers his head, and inhales deeply. I attempt to close my legs, but his shoulders are wedged in between, and I can’t move. I squirm, but he lays one of his forearms over my waist to hold me in place.
“Stop moving.” Thorn lightly smacks my stomach.
“What are you doing?” I gasp.
“I want to eat this sweet little pussy.”
No man has ever given me oral. I’ve done a couple blow jobs in the past, but they aren’t my favorite.
I thrash. “Get up here and fuck me. ”
Thorn stills and lifts his head to look me in the eyes. “Has anyone ever feasted on you before?”
“No,” I grit through my teeth. “Now, can we quit talking and do this?”
Thorn chuckles. “Sorry, sweetheart, you just gave me a helluva lot to prove.”
“I’m not your sweetheart,” I protest, even though my heart soars. “Wait… prove?”
Thorn doesn’t answer as he disappears from my line of sight again, and his tongue dashes out and flicks my clit. My muscles tense, but he continues his assault. He rotates from gently blowing to licking to softly biting my most intimate flesh. He feasts on me like a starving man.
Sweat coats my skin, and I reach out to grip his hair. I don’t know if I want to pull him closer or push him away. What I do know is that I feel like I’m about to detonate from the inside out.
Thorn takes the decision out of my control. He thrusts a finger inside me and curves it, finding that little bundle of nerves I’ve only ever found with my vibrator. I stiffen, my toes curl, and he adds another digit, his movements becoming frenzied.
“Come for me, Delaney,” Thorn orders. “Come, now.”
He pumps his fingers a couple more times and sucks hard on my clit. I explode around him, and he lazily laps up my release, causing short aftershocks to rock my body.
I lay on the bed, trying to catch my breath as the sound of foil tearing stirs me from my post-orgasmic haze.
Thorn flips me over on my stomach and smacks my ass. “Hands and knees.”
I’m not used to being dominated, but my body shivers in response. “Don’t get used to ordering me around,” I say as I peek over my shoulder.
Thorn rolls his eyes. “Wouldn’t dream of it. Now up.”
I do as he says which is another first for me. My sexual experiences are somewhat limited, and giving up control was never a part of them. Granted, I’m not a virgin, but it’s always been wham, bam, thank you, ma’am. That’s clearly not the case with Thorn.
He impales me in one smooth thrust. He’s big, so much bigger than I’ve ever experienced before.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans.
“And you’re too fucking big.”
“You were made to take me.” He rubs his hand up and down my back, then around to my chest, and tweaks my nipples before shifting his touch to my pussy to rub my clit again. “Relax, baby.”
I take a few deep breaths and let the sensations of his touch overwhelm me. “Are you gonna move?”
“Bossy.”
He slowly glides in and out which prolongs the torture. The small bite of pain from being stretched more than I ever have slowly turns into a building pressure deep within my abdomen. His movements increase, and my body tightens.
“Thorn… I’m gon—” All of a sudden, he slows down, and immediately my irritation grows. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Delayed gratification.”
“I swear, I will fuc?—”
Thorn weaves his fingers through my hair and tugs. He rams into me from behind, over and over again. I scream out my second release as he slowly fucks me through it.
I collapse, but before I can recover, Thorn flips me onto my back.
How the fuck is he still hard, and I’ve already had two orgasms? I’ve never had one that I didn’t give myself.
Thorn lifts one of my legs so it rests on his shoulder, and he pushes into my core once again.
I close my eyes, and Thorn snaps, “I wanna see your eyes when you explode all over my cock.”
“Who says I’m gonna?” I sass. “That’s pretty presumptuous.”
Thorn’s eyes gleam, and his mouth curves up in a wicked smirk. He drops my leg, he moves his hand in between our bodies and rubs my clit frantically. My body coils with pleasure, and I drag my nails down his sides. Thorn snakes one arm under my back and shifts our positions so I’m on top of him with my legs straddling his hips.
“Ride me.”
My jaw drops, and I stare at him. He grips my waist and guides my movements. Eventually, I find my rhythm and grind down, rocking back and forth. That sweet sensation of pure bliss starts to build again.
“Oh, God, Thorn.” I close my eyes.
“Eyes on me,” he growls. “Are you close?”
I stare at him, unable to speak, and nod. Thorn takes over and lifts his hips, pounding into me relentlessly, and I see stars. His cock swells as he roars with one last thrust, and I come again.
I float back to Earth and sprawl across his chest. We’re both silent as he rubs circles between my shoulder blades.
Next thing I know, Thorn is gently shaking me awake.
“Babe, I need to take care of the condom.”
I roll off of him and curl up in the blanket. A moment later, Thorn returns and begins to untangle me.
“Can’t… too tired.”
He snorts. “Oh, we’re definitely doing that again, but not tonight.”
“What are you doing?” I ask when something wet is pressed between my legs.
“Cleaning you up.”
My eyes fly open. “The hell you are.”
I reach for the washrag, and he swats my hands away.
“Stop it,” he admonishes. “Let someone take care of you for once.”
I blush as he wipes my most intimate area. I don’t know why his actions are unsettling because he just fucked me seven different ways to Sunday, but this feels like something more.
“Thank you.”
Thorn throws the rag into his hamper and pulls me into his arms. He lifts my chin and covers my mouth with his until we’re both panting again.
“Go to sleep,” he purrs after ending the kiss. “I’ve got you.”
The next morning, I stretch out over Thorn’s bed, but when I reach for him, all I find is empty space. I listen for sounds and hear water running in the bathroom, so I swing my legs over the mattress, tiptoe across the room, and peek inside.
Thorn’s in the shower, bracing himself against the wall and grasping his cock, stroking hard. With his back is to me, I’m able to really take in the tattoo on his back. I admire it for a moment before shifting my gaze to the thorned heart ink on his neck and watch with fascination as the muscles in his neck strain. My mouth waters wondering what he tastes like.
Quit wondering and go find out.
My inner Goddess screams at me, begging to be unleashed. Thorn’s turned me into a hussy. Last night, every one of my dreams were of us fucking anywhere and everywhere and in every position imaginable. It was a nice change from my nightmares about finding Daphne’s body, but then I immediately felt guilty for not dreaming about her.
I deserve to have a little fun, right?
After taking another look at Thorn’s gorgeous frame, I steel my spine. I walk into the shower behind him, and he spins around.
He flattens his hand over his heart. “Shit, Delaney, you scared me.”
I nod at his hand still gripping his cock. “Starting without me this morning.”
“I figured you’d be sore.” He smirks. “I was rough last night.”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t do something else.” I drop to my knees.
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
He releases himself, and I wrap my fingers around his silkiness. I lean forward, my tongue darts out, and I lick the opening on his head. His cock jumps, and Thorn groans. Swirling my tongue around, I lick the underside before engulfing him in my mouth. I bob my head up and down on his shaft, sucking him in deeper and deeper until he hits the back of my throat.
Thorn twists my hair in his fists and pistons in and out of my mouth. I dig my nails into the back of his thighs, loving how he’s using me for his pleasure.
“Oh, fuck, Delaney,” he moans. “I’m gonna come. Want me to pull out?”
I don’t answer. Instead, I hum and pull him closer. He shoots his load down my throat, and I swallow it down greedily. I take my time licking him clean as he sags against the shower wall. Then Thorn helps me to my feet and attacks my mouth, not caring that he can taste himself.
Thorn pinches my nipple, and I groan as his other hand glides down to my pussy. His fingers work expertly, and I come hard and fast.
We finish showering, and I realize I don’t have any clothes since I spent the night in Thorn’s room. “Can I borrow something to wear?” I ask, not wanting to wear dirty clothes.
Thorn hands me a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. They're huge on me, but they’ll work until I get to my room. Once I’m dressed, the smell of coffee hits my nose, and my mouth salivates. I didn’t notice the coffee machine last night, but I’m glad I don’t have to go to the kitchen just to get a cup of caffeine.
“I love how you look in my clothes,” he says, handing me a cup of coffee.
I grin and inhale the sweet aroma before taking a sip. An idea has been forming since church, but I’ve put off bringing it up… until now.
“I have an idea on how to catch the Phantom,” I blurt out.
Thorn raises his brow. “Okay.”
“Use me for bait.”
“No.”
“Hear me out.”
“No,” he snipes.
“You’re not the fucking boss of me,” I snarl, not giving a damn that I sound childish.
Thorn’s chest heaves. “Do you know how fucking dangerous he is, how many fucking people he’s killed? It’s not safe.”
I set my mug on the table, stomp over to him, and poke my finger in his chest. “I might not know his exact number of victims, but he killed my twin. You have no fucking clue what it’s like losing the other half of yourself.”
Thorn stumbles back as if I slapped him. “This again? I lost my fucking girlfriend.” He shakes his head frantically. “It’s too fucking dangerous. I can’t go through that again.”
“I know how to take care of myself.” I cross my arms over my chest. “I’ve been taking self-defense classes for four years and know several different fighting techniques. I know what I’m doing.”
Thorn matches my stance, and the scowl on his face is replaced by a smirk. “Prove it,” he taunts.
“How?” I throw my hands up in frustration.
“Come on.” Thorn grabs his cut, slips it on, and walks toward the door.
“Where are we going?”
“To find Knuckles.”
“Why?”
“You want to prove you can take care of yourself?”
I hesitate. “Yes.”
“Then we’ll go to Fists of Fury, and you can show us what you got.”
“Fists of Fury?”
Thorn nods. “It’s the MMA gym owned by the club.”
I smirk. “Let’s go.”
Thorn’s gonna wish he never doubted me. I’m gonna put him on his ass.