Chapter 18
Eighteen
Mac
Delaney rolls her hips, grinding against my restrained erection, and I can't stop the appreciative hum that rumbles in my chest at the friction. I haven't been able to think of anything else since I realized she's been walking around with her tits bouncing freely in that treasure of a dress.
Sliding one hand down her belly, I slip between her thighs to push her panties aside and run my fingers across her clit, earning the most delicious moan. I repeat the motion a few times before bringing my fingers to my mouth, eagerly tasting her sweet arousal.
But there's something off about it.
“Are you… bleeding?” I ask her, sliding my tongue against my lips, where the metallic tang still remains.
Her muscles stiffen. “What?”
I shift her across my lap, fully pushing the cotton dress out of the way to reveal a small, crimson stain on her light blue underwear.
“Oh, God. I'm so sorry,” she whispers in horror, backing off from me and into the opposite corner of the couch, as far away as she can get.
“Hey, it's okay,” I soothe, reaching out for her, then thinking better of it.
“I might have some stuff in my guest bathroom if you need it.
We don't have to do anything if you don't want to.
Or we can. I mean, I'm not afraid of it. I can draw you a bath if you want. Or–” the words are spilling out of my mouth at a rapid pace, my tongue moving before my brain can even comprehend what I'm saying.
I just want her to be comfortable. If there's one thing I've learned from Lily, it's that periods are a bitch.
But Delaney cuts me off, a soft, embarrassed smile playing on her lips. “Mac, it's okay. I haven't started my period.”
“But there's blood…” I dumbly point out.
She bites her lip, her legs twisting together even more.
Closing me out. “It's just… I mean, it had been a while since I…
did all that. And we did it a few times last night.
Which I'm super happy about,” she rushes to add when my brows hit my hairline.
“But Brad was a one-and-done kind of guy, you know?” She wrings her hands nervously, eyes cast down into her lap.
“And you're… well, you're very well-endowed. It was just a lot.”
“I hurt you?’
She holds her hands up. “No, no! You didn't hurt me. I've just needed to…” Her eyes lift to the ceiling, searching for the right word. “Adjust.”
“Adjust…” I repeat the word, rolling it around in my brain to make sense of what she's saying.
We pushed it too far last night. Of course, I should have known. She'd never even had an orgasm before me, and like the asshole I am, I went and pushed her to go another two times.
Delaney's head bobs in a reassuring nod. “Yes. Can we please stop talking about it?”
She slides off the couch, her knees hardly hitting the floor before she's crawling across the carpet toward me.
She stops between my knees, a devious little smile now playing across her lips as her hands find the waistband of my pants.
Raising her brow, she gives them a hard tug, blinking up at me in silent request.
I consider her for a moment, worried that going any further will cause her more discomfort. But then her tongue swipes across her bottom lip, and she tries my pants again. This time, I lift my hips, helping her pull them down my legs.
My cock springs free, happy to escape the tight prison I've been keeping it in all night, and she wastes no time wrapping her fingers around my shaft and giving it a few long pumps. The moment her skin meets mine, my thoughts and reservations scatter.
Leaning back against the cushions, I spread my knees to make more room for her, my balls tightening as the wet heat of her lips wraps around my tip. I nearly combust as she slips her mouth further down my shaft, her fingers covering every inch her mouth can't reach as I hit the back of her throat.
On instinct, my palm wraps around the base of her neck, urging her further down with every pass. I tilt my head back, closing my eyes as her symphony of soft moans and deep breaths leads me further into a blissful oblivion.
She's so fucking good at this. Too good. Or maybe I'm so into her, I can't even tell if she's horrible. All I know is that this feels dangerously right. Having her on her knees before me, my cock in her mouth—now that is something I could get used to.
She pulls back and swirls her tongue around my tip, rounding her lips to create an even stronger suction before she goes back down, then repeats the process.
And I nearly lose my mind.
My hips begin thrusting forward, sending me a little too far into her throat.
I feel it tighten around me in a gag, and see stars.
There's no warning after that. Pleasure zings up my spine, and I'm spilling over into her mouth like I'm some prepubescent little shit and she's the first girl to ever touch my cock.
If Delaney is thrown off by my sudden orgasm, she doesn't let it show.
Where most women pull off at this point, she tightens her lips and slows her pace, coaxing every last drop of cum out of me and taking it right down her throat.
It doubles the length of my orgasm, wringing me out until my muscles are shaking and my heart is thundering in my chest.
Once she's sure that I'm done, she pulls off me with a loud pop and tilts her chin upward, gazing at me with a halo of moonlight around her head like a fucking angel straight from heaven.
I cradle her cheek in my palm, and she leans right into the touch, her eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment.
Then, she spreads her lips in this sweet, saccharine smile, casually swiping at the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand as if she didn't just set my fucking world on fire. As if she didn't just perform some kind of sorcery on me.
The final thread of my restraint snaps, my movements rushed as I swoop her up into my arms and carry her down the hall toward my bedroom.
She immediately sits up when I throw her onto the plush white comforter, her confused expression illuminated by the moon casting light across my walls from the windows to our left.
“What are you doing?” She asks, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth as she scoots backward until her back hits the headboard. I follow, crawling on my knees until my lips meet hers.
She sighs as soon as I pull away, another soft smile appearing as my eyes take in her appearance.
The dress is still bunched in her midsection, her tits fully exposed.
The bottom has ridden up to her hips, showing off another pair of these damn cotton, floral underwear that shouldn't be as sexy as they are.
I gather up as much of the dress as I can into my hands, instructing her to lift her arms before pulling it over her head.
Next, I'm tugging her panties down her legs, swinging them off her ankles before I settle myself between her legs.
“I hurt you,” I finally explain, my voice low and heady. “Now, I'm going to fix it.”
My hands wrap around her inner thighs, shoving them apart to give me full access to her dripping pussy, and she lets them fall right onto the bed.
I swipe a finger along her slit, my mouth watering at how smoothly it travels through her wetness.
Her hips lift the smallest amount when I pull away, her body naturally craving more touch.
It's been less than twenty-four hours since the first time we did this, and I'm already fucking addicted.
To her taste. To the way she looks in my bed, long hair sprawled around her in messy waves.
To the sounds she makes as I circle my tongue around her clit and plunge a finger inside of her.
All of it feels like something that I'll never survive without again.
Like a lifeline in a sea of fuck-ups and bad luck.
Her hand snakes between her legs, fingers tangling into my hair as she guides my mouth to the exact spot that she wants me to be, then rides my face like she owns it—like she owns me—until her breathing quickens and her movements grow more erratic.
I know she's close when her hips still, and I double my efforts by sliding a second finger inside her and hooking it forward, pressing on the spot I know will send her flying over the edge.
And then just as she did for me, I lick up every. Single. Drop.
When her breathing calms and her muscles go liquid, I climb back up her body, making sure to kiss her pussy one last time as I pass by.
Rising on my knees, I pump my throbbing cock for some modicum of relief with one hand and grab the collar of my shirt with the other, pulling it over my head in one quick motion.
Delaney watches with wild eyes, her thighs tightening against my hips in anticipation.
“Are you ready for me, Sunshine?” I ask, swiping my tip along her slit to test it. Even though I just left her completely clean with my tongue, I glide right through.
Her hands run along her ribcage until they're cupping her breasts, fingers digging deep into the flesh as her hips begin hungrily making circles beneath me, searching for friction. I hold my cock in place so she can grind against it, and the motion sends stars behind my eyes.
She's so fucking sexy without even trying.
“Are you going to tell me when I hurt you?” My eyes remain transfixed on her fingers tugging her nipples, and I lean forward without thinking, stealing one of them away from her with my mouth. My tongue circles around it, soothing the pain she was inflicting.
She nods her head to my question, and I have to force myself to pull away and sit back up.
“I need your words. You have to tell me if it hurts so we can stop.”
Her legs press further against my hips, brows furrowing in frustration. “Yes,” she says, her tone clipped. “I'll tell you. Now, fuck me, Mac.”
That's all the encouragement I need. Lining myself up with her center, my cock easily slides in and I watch her reaction carefully as I press deeper, looking for any signs of discomfort.