Chapter 22
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
Rowan didn’t waste another second. The air around them was heavy with lust as she released her grip on Delilah, quickly moving under Delilah’s shirt.
A groan of desire slipped out when she felt that Delilah wasn’t wearing a bra, her fingers quickly finding hardened nipples waiting for her.
As if Rowan recounting the kill had turned her on even more.
She pinched Delilah’s nipples and shamelessly ground her crotch against Delilah’s thigh, letting her eyes fall closed at the sensations.
“You prepared,” Delilah’s breathy murmur did nothing to quell the building heat.
Rowan responded by rolling her hips again, letting Delilah feel her strap straining against her pants.
Lithe fingers undid the utility belt holding up her pants while Rowan continued massaging and pinching at Delilah’s breasts.
Tormenting hands slipped into her boxers and Rowan’s head fell forward, her lips making contact with smooth skin, kissing her neck.
Delilah pushed the base of Rowan’s strap against her clit, drawing out a moan—louder and needier than Delilah’s quiet teasing ones.
The pressure felt good. It felt so good and she wanted, she needed, Delilah’s fingers.
She needed to know how soft they’d be against her swollen clit, how much they’d fill her, how she’d move and curl them inside.
Rowan whimpered at the mere thought of Delilah inside of her as Delilah kept pushing the strap against her, again and again, building her up as Rowan kissed and bit Delilah’s neck.
She was going wild, her movements growing frenzied, her breathing labored and gasping as the pressure slowly built.
Delilah had to have felt her tensing, heard the change in her moans, felt the distraction in her hands because she stopped.
She pulled her hands out of Rowan’s pants and leaned back, away from her.
Delilah let a wicked smirk grace her lips again.
Her cheeks were flushed and her breathing almost matched Rowan’s desperate pants.
“Turn around,” Rowan gasped. She knew what Delilah wanted. The words were less of an order and more an acknowledgement that they were on the same page. That they didn’t need to talk because she knew Delilah better than that.
Rowan pushed her pants down, not bothering to take them off entirely, as she waited for Delilah to acquiesce.
She freed her strap, Delilah eyeing the silicone appendage hungrily before finally turning, placing her hands flat on the desk and leaning forward just enough to stick her ass out.
She wasn’t going to make any of this easy, and the thought of fighting her flooded Rowan with arousal.
Her core ached and pulsed as she pulled Delilah’s pants and underwear down around her calves and then pushed her forward.
The hook under her desk was forgotten at the mere sight of Delilah bent over with legs spread and arousal glistening. Rowan stared at her. She wanted to sear the image into her brain, but when Delilah’s demand came, when the quiet “don’t keep me waiting, Rowan,” commanded her, she obeyed.
Rowan gripped Delilah’s hips, pulling her back and kicking her feet as far as they could go, then she carefully guided her strap until Delilah gasped against the pressure.
The head rubbed against her opening, gathering her arousal as lubricant and slowly, painfully slowly, Rowan pushed in.
Delilah groaned as she was stretched, the sound intoxicating.
Looking between them, Rowan admired the ruddy tint of Delilah’s flushed skin, of the way her cunt looked stretched around Rowan’s strap.
She pulled back out an inch before thrusting back in.
Pressure slowly built back up inside her but she wouldn’t be able to finish like this.
And Rowan suspected Delilah knew that too.
It was a test: Delilah wanted to know what she’d do, how far Rowan would go for her.
Once she was fully seated inside, Rowan reached around, sliding her fingers through slick, silken lips until she found the swollen bundle of nerves at Delilah’s apex, and she pinched.
A gasp pulled itself from Delilah’s mouth, it was too quiet. She wanted Delilah to scream.
Rowan thrust back in harder, picking up a steady pace as she swiped over Delilah’s clit. Low moans started to filter through her office accompanied with her own heavy breathing. Delilah didn’t speak, her volume didn’t rise above what it had been their first time. She was punishing Rowan.
Abandoning Delilah’s clit, Rowan dug her fingers into the soft flesh of her hips and pounded into her.
Her fingerprints dented Delilah’s skin, her nails morphing the soft white into angry red.
Rowan imagined how delicious she would look covered in blood.
How feral and wild her eyes were after she killed, blood spattered on her face and hands.
The base of the strap pushed hard against Rowan as she hit a particularly deep angle, a moan ripping from her and bringing her vision back to reality. Back to Delilah’s dripping cunt and smooth skin.
Delilah’s breathing increased. Her moans grew more frequent—gasping and needy. “Touch me,” she demanded. Rowan shallowed her frantic thrusts to reach around, sliding two fingers through Delilah’s heat until she found her clit again.
Rowan pressed in, swiping her fingers from side to side and listening to Delilah’s quiet instructions. “Harder. A little lower. Faster.”
Her hand started to cramp just as Delilah tightened around her strap, trapping her inside so all Rowan could do was lean harder into Delilah and focus all her attention on Delilah’s clit.
It took seconds for Delilah to gasp out a low whine, her body convulsing as Rowan slowed her strokes.
Eventually, Delilah pushed herself up, leaning back into Rowan, her hips twitching with each swipe.
Delilah’s hand covered Rowan’s, finally bringing her movements to a stop. Their chests rose and fell together as they caught their breath. Rowan slowly withdrew her strap, holding her breath in order to hear Delilah’s stuttering whimper.
Rowan still ached, her core needy almost to the point of pain.
She wanted to take her fingers coated in Delilah’s arousal and use them to get herself off, to hold onto some part of Delilah inside her.
Before she did anything, Delilah turned around, their chests touching and their breaths mingling.
Delilah watched while Rowan licked her fingers clean, tastebuds exploding with the sour arousal coating them. She knew that Rowan needed more.
“Knees.” Delilah’s hard, whispered command made Rowan fall instantly. Her knees thudded against the tile painfully but she didn’t care because Delilah was hopping onto the desk and spreading her legs.
As soon as the tang of Delilah’s arousal hit Rowan’s tongue she moaned louder than Delilah had the entire time they’d been together.
Delilah’s fingers threaded through her short hair and pulled her in, holding her hostage.
Something about the degradation of it turned Rowan on and she couldn’t hold back anymore.
She speared her tongue as deep into Delilah’s cunt as she could while she snaked her own hand down to relieve her building pressure.
Her teeth grazed Delilah’s clit and the resulting gasp fueled her.
Delilah canted her hips, grinding into Rowan’s face, demanding control.
And Rowan surrendered, flattening her tongue and letting Delilah use her for her pleasure.
Rowan pressed her fingers into herself, moaning into Delilah, her tongue flicking wildly as her own pleasure built at an immense speed.
Delilah’s breathy laugh filled the room.
“So needy for me,” she taunted, voice somehow mocking even through her own desire.
It did nothing to quell the burning inside Rowan.
Arousal filled her mouth and dripped onto her chin, and Rowan bucked against her own hand, whining as Delilah’s grip tightened in her hair, her scalp stinging.
She rubbed herself hard and fast, needing to catch up, needing for them to fall over together—to time it like she had in the camera room, which felt like years ago now.
Her moans vibrated through Delilah, pushing her closer.
Her thighs tightened around Rowan’s head, squeezing until Rowan couldn’t hear anything but the blood pulsing through her own veins.
Her senses dimmed until the only thing in her existence was the pressure in her core, the slickness on her tongue, and the pain on her head. She clenched just as Delilah’s grip loosened, her own orgasm came screaming through and she cried out, her face still buried in Delilah’s delicious center.
She’d never been more satisfied in her life. This was going to ruin her forever.