Chapter 15 I Need You
I NEED YOU
DELILAH
It’s after three a.m. by the time I stumble to the front of the house. I’m drunk. So drunk I’m almost seeing double and can barely feel my legs as I make my way up the stairs.
I turn and wave at Daphne, Michelle, Carmen, and Colleen as they wait on the sidewalk, making sure I can actually make it inside on my own. They were taking bets on how many times I’d fall in my high heels because they had to hold me upright for the last two blocks.
I want to hate them for laughing at me, but I like them, even if they didn’t warn me that a Long Island Iced Tea didn’t really have any tea in it at all.
“Bye!” I yell, waving and leaning against the front door for a little support.
“Bye, girl. Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do!” Michelle yells back, and all the girls giggle.
“Or haven’t done.” Carmen reminds me of the fact that she’s slept with Lucio. I can’t even hate her for it. She explained it was years ago, just after high school, and he wasn’t all that good, but she was sure he’d argue that point.
“Jesus,” I mutter as I try to focus on the handle and take a deep breath. I can pull this off. I can pretend to be sober, right?
I nearly trip over the threshold but catch myself on the doorframe, nearly slamming the door into the back wall. “Shh,” I tell it and hiccup through the laughter.
I lean over, holding the door handle to stay as steady as possible, and pull off my high heels. The lights are off, but there’s enough of a glow from the television for me to make my way through the living room without knocking over any furniture.
Peeking over the back of the couch, I see Lucio asleep with Lulu sprawled out across his massive chest. Her tiny cheek is resting in between his pecs, drool running down the side of her face and pooling against his skin.
Holding on to the arm of the couch, I make my way to the wooden coffee table and sit. I blink a few times and wait for the room to stop spinning as I rest my chin in my palm and my elbow on my knee.
The way he’s holding her with his hand against her back, making sure she doesn’t slip or move, brings a smile to my face and tears to my eyes. I find it hard to believe Lucio doesn’t think he’d be a good father. He’s been more than amazing with Lulu, and tonight is proof.
Her little leg twitches, and I hold my breath, trying hard not to wake either of them. I wish I had a camera to capture this moment forever, but I still haven’t replaced my cell phone. Lulu stills for a moment before her hands flatten and her tiny fingernails bite into his skin.
He doesn’t open his eyes as he removes her claws from his chest with one hand and rubs her back in small, soft circles with the other.
I can’t stop staring at the way he loves my daughter.
I want that type of love for her. I want her to have something I never did, a man who will always put her first.
Lucio could be that guy. He may not believe in himself, but I do.
Daphne made it quite clear tonight that her brother has feelings for me, but she didn’t tell me anything I didn’t already know.
She told me, no matter what I hear, to remember he’s the most loyal guy she knows.
No one would fight harder or defend me stronger than her brother.
Part of the night, I felt she was pitching me on all the reasons I should love her brother, but I didn’t need her input to know how I already felt.
“You’re home,” he says softly as I wipe away my tears. “What’s wrong?” He reaches out and touches my knee, leaving Lulu balancing on his chest.
I shake my head and bite my lip, wishing the tears would stop streaming down my face. I’m acting like a fool, and the alcohol isn’t helping. “Nothing,” I whisper and place my hand over his. “I’m just so…”
“So, help me God,” he says, placing his other hand under Lulu’s bottom as he sits up.
“No. Nothing happened. I’m just so happy,” I tell him, waving my hands around because I know I must seem foolish. “Coming home and finding the two of you snuggled on the couch, I realize all the things we’ve missed.”
“Baby.” He touches my cheek, wiping away a few tears with his thumb. “I like seeing you happy.”
I turn my face, capturing the pad of his thumb between my teeth, suddenly overcome with need. “I want you,” I murmur against his skin. “I need you.”
His lips part and his eyes close as I pull his finger into my mouth and suck hard, twirling my tongue around it like I’ve done with his cock. He sways back and forth as his breathing grows more ragged and labored with each passing second. “The kid,” he says like I forgot he’s holding Lulu.
“Upstairs,” I say around his thumb and waggle my eyebrows because I’m more than ready to put my daughter down and get busy taking Lucio to bed.
He groans as he pulls his finger from my lips, and I suck harder, teasing him as much as possible.
He’s on his feet, almost gliding up the stairs as he takes them two at a time.
I’m not as fast, the alcohol still working through my system.
I hold on to the railing, swaying just like Lucio had on every step, but somehow, I don’t fall backward.
He’s waiting for me, having already put Lulu down, watching with a mix of laughter and horror as I make my way to the landing. Before I get my feet flat on the floor, he scoops me into his arms and stalks toward the bedroom.
“Eager little beaver, aren’t you?” I snort because I’m a drunken idiot.
“You got the eager beaver, baby.” He laughs. “Greedy thing too.”
“It’s that damn piercing,” I say and try to reach down and grab his dick.
He shakes his head, probably wondering what the hell got into me, but I’m sure it’s pretty obvious.
Any type of shyness or worry I had about sleeping with Lucio again has vanished.
Thanks to the Long Islands, I don’t care about anything other than feeling his cock buried so deep inside me I can’t even breathe.
“You like it that deep?” he asks as he sets me down on the bed and slips the spaghetti straps of the dress down my arms.
“Did I say that out loud?” I’m momentarily horrified, but I forget everything as soon as his lips close around my nipple.
He pushes me backward and hovers over me, holding himself up with his thick, muscular arms. I tangle my fingers in his hair and hold him against my skin. God, his tongue is like magic, sliding across my breast and bringing me one step closer to heaven.
I hum my approval, hoping this feeling never ends.
When he starts to move down my body, I pull him back up by his hair and look him straight in the eye.
It’s like I’m possessed by a sassy version of myself.
“Don’t,” I tell him, and his eyebrows draw downward.
“I don’t want your mouth. I want your cock. ”
He gives me a smug smile and climbs back up my body. “You like the piercing, don’t you?”
“I like your dick, Lucio. Pierced or not, it’s all I want.” I don’t know where the words are coming from, but he seems to enjoy this side of me because his smile grows.
He pushes himself up and stands at the foot of the bed.
All I can do is watch as he shoves down his shorts, revealing that perfectly straight cock with the shiny tip.
If I hadn’t drunk so damn much, I’d crawl down there and use my tongue to tease him, but I’m not sure I could pull it off without falling off the bed.
“Fuck me,” I say instead, hoping it’s enough.
“You don’t gotta ask me twice.” He leans over and grabs his wallet as his cock bobs like it’s doing a dance of pure joy.
“How deep you want it, baby?” he asks as he tears open the condom and slides it down his shaft.
“Deep.” I barely get the words out because the throbbing between my legs is so intense I’m not sure I won’t orgasm as soon as his body slides against mine.
He crawls between my legs, placing the tip of his glorious cock against my pussy, and hovers above me again. He slips his hand between my legs and touches my clit, causing my ass to rise off the bed and shock waves to shoot across my body.
“So wet,” he says, telling me something I already know.
“Fuck me, Lucio. Fuck me hard.”
I don’t have to ask again. He thrusts deep in one push, stealing every ounce of breath in my lungs. He grinds his hips, hitting every inch of my insides before pulling out. “Like that?” he asks, toying with me.
“Harder,” I tell him, wanting more. Needing more.
He leans forward and closes his lips around my nipple as he slams into me, pushing me up the bed a little. I scream out with nothing but joy and pleasure coursing through my veins.
His deep green eyes bore into me. “You’re mine, Delilah.”
“Yes!” I cry out. His words wash over me, sending tiny sparks throughout my body.
“Only mine,” he tells me, driving the point home as he pumps into me.
No one’s ever kissed me like him. No one’s ever fucked me like him. And Lord help me, I never want another man again.