Chapter 4 - Delilah #2
Wordlessly, I hooked a finger in his chain, tugging on it until his lips melded with mine.
I reached between us, popping the button on his jeans.
When he shoved them down and pressed against me, thick and hot, my whole body jolted in desperate recognition, like everything in my life had led to this.
He groaned into my mouth, pulling back with a strained look of concentration.
“Want me to wear a condom?” he rasped, his quick breaths fanning across my lips.
I shook my head. If I was only going to get this once, I wanted to experience all of it. “I have an IUD and I’m clean.” Having the contraception conversation always put a small hamper on things, but for some reason, with Emmett, it only made me want him more.
He nodded. His throat moved as he swallowed, and he wet his lips, his eyes fixed on mine.
This wasn’t the frantic clothes-ripping, pawing at each other I’d expected when we first stumbled through his door.
It felt like something much deeper—more for both of us in different ways and for different reasons.
I caressed the side of his face, stroking his cheek. “I trust you.”
Emmett’s head lowered, a shaky breath leaving him as if those three words rattled him to the core. When he looked at me again, there was something a lot like gratitude in his eyes. “I trust you, too.”
His kiss was all-consuming when he nudged his hips forward, working himself in with slow, languid thrusts that destroyed me. Our mouths never parted until he filled me to the hilt. I’d never felt so full, so consumed by another person before.
“Shit, Delilah,” he hissed between gritted teeth, looking down at where our bodies were joined. I couldn’t stop looking either—it was the most perfect thing I’d seen.
There was a crazed look in his eyes when they met mine. Giddy anticipation rushed through me to see him barely hanging on by a thread. But I wanted him to snap. To unravel and give me all his messy, tormented pieces to take care of forever.
More importantly, I wanted him to fuck me through this mattress.
“Move,” I whined, grabbing his hips, but he didn’t budge.
“Wait a sec…trying not to come already,” he admitted with a choked laugh. “You feel too goddamn good.”
Desperation clawed at me. I rocked my hips beneath him, unable to wait.
A strangled groan left him, spurring me on.
Nothing had ever felt this good, and I needed to feel him everywhere, so deep that I’d never forget it.
Whimpering moans spilled past my lips, my movements growing faster.
God, I was already close, and he hadn’t even fucking moved.
A stunned yelp flew out of me when he grabbed my hip and pinned me to the bed in a snap movement.
“What did I just fucking say?” he growled. His eyes were like fire when he glared down at me. I wanted all that fire; I wanted to burn in it with him.
“I don’t give a shit how fast you come, Emmett, so fuck me like you mean it or I’ll find someone else to do the job right.”
His jaw ticked. “That bratty mouth’s gonna get you fucked harder if you aren’t careful.”
“I’d like to see—” The words were obliterated by a harsh snap of his hips. He didn’t give me even half a second to figure out how to breathe again before he surged into me again. He was relentless. Lust-crazed and purely primal, driving into me like he couldn’t get deep enough.
The bed creaked with every thrust, his breath ragged like he was barely hanging on. “This what you wanted, Delilah? For me to wreck this perfect pussy ‘till you feel me for days?”
“Yes!” The word came out in a half-moan, half-sob. It was too good—more than I could’ve ever fathomed.
My blood simmered in my veins like a live current. Like I’d been switched on for the first time with the kind of pleasure he was wringing out of me. It was addictive watching all that muscle work on top of me and turn me into nothing more than a whimpering, desperate mess.
Emmett’s teasing laugh ran over me like a dark caress. “Greedy girl. I can feel it, you’d let me fuck you forever and still ask for more, wouldn’t you?”
If he only knew.
“Please, Emmett,” I begged, not even knowing what I was actually asking for. I just wanted more. More of everything he could possibly give me. I never wanted another man to touch me again. Just Emmett. Only ever my Emmett.
He groaned, collapsing on top of me. His eyes had a darkness in them that had my pussy tightening.
“Oh, my sweet girl, look at you,” he cooed in a teasing purr.
He brushed my damp hair back, his hips slamming against mine without faltering.
“So fucking beautiful taking my cock.” I nearly said it then, nearly sobbed how much I loved him, but swallowed it back with a moan.
“You’re gonna—Oh God—fuck, I’m gonna come,” I gasped against his lips. With a shaking hand, I circled my clit, driving myself higher. I chanted his name with every brutal thrust he made until it was nothing more than a garbled, pleading cry for more.
His hips started stuttering, his grunts of pleasure becoming more frantic. “Where do you want my cum, sugar?”
I gripped his ass with my free hand and locked my ankles around his hips, giving him a silent answer. Emmett’s groan was broken and jagged, straight from his chest as he spilled into me, his cock jerking. And I fell apart beneath him, wringing out every last drop he had.
“So good for me,” he panted, his voice hoarse. Capturing my lips with his, I was lost, ruined. I’d forever be chasing this high. Forever trying to mimic this euphoric feeling with people who’d never compare.
And when Emmett collapsed on top of me, sweat slicked and heart pounding against his chest, I hugged him to me tighter, scattering gentle kisses along his neck and cheek, not ready to let him go.
How was I going to get over this? How would I ever be able to act normally around him? How would I be able to face the girls? The ceiling fan, unfortunately, didn’t have any answers.
We lay together for longer than I should’ve allowed, but I couldn’t bring myself to end this just yet. I knew once we left this bed, I’d go back to being invisible to him, to nothing more than his sisters’ best friend. And I’d have to pretend that this wasn’t the best night of my life.
“Want to shower?” Emmett murmured with a kiss on my neck, pulling me from my thoughts.
He got up, and my hands curled in the blanket to stop myself from dragging him back here. I knew if I got in his shower with him, I’d end up doing something girlfriend material like washing his hair. I couldn’t risk it. I wouldn’t hurt myself further with something as intimate as that.
I gave him my back as I got up and tugged my jeans on. “I should go, actually.” The words tasted like ash as I forced them past my lips. I grabbed my shirt, not bothering with my bra.
“Oh.” My eyes squeezed shut at the disappointment in his voice. “Right…that’s…probably for the best.”
I snatched up my shoes in shaking hands and reached for the door. I had to get out of here before I crawled into his bed and never left.
“So that’s it? You’re just gonna leave without even looking at me?”
My eyes drifted shut, my heart cracking. Swallowing back the lump in my throat, I steeled myself and faced him. “I know it’s been a while for you, but hookups normally don’t shower together after,” I muttered, forcing my voice flat. “That’s not…what this is.”
I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek until I tasted copper, because if I didn’t, the truth was going to slip out. But this was what we agreed on. This couldn’t be more, no matter how much I wanted it. If I gave an inch now, my heart would take a mile.
Emmett’s expression hardened, and my eyes burned. “Well, don’t let me keep you then,” he sneered before going into the bathroom and slamming the door shut behind him.
I flinched at the finality of it and stared at the spot he had just stood in, my chin quivering. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.
Walking down the hall away from him felt like trudging through wet concrete, each step requiring more effort than the last. I couldn’t even look at the family portraits on the walls, unable to stomach the sight of seeing my friends’ smiling faces while their brother’s cum was slicking my thighs.
Being with Emmett had been everything I’d ever wanted. But at what cost?
I could still feel him inside me, still taste his kiss, still hear the way he called me sugar and his sweet girl like it meant something real.
God, I was going to hear those words in my sleep for the rest of my life.
The reality was he ruined me, and not in the sexy way he threatened either, but in the marrow-deep way that raised the bar so high no other man would compare.
I basically just doomed myself to a life of forever settling.
And I had to show up here tomorrow morning, see him and his sisters, and pretend he hadn’t. Pretend that my heart wasn’t in tatters. I shut the door to my Jeep, unsure how I’d face tomorrow, and the tears finally fell.
As I pulled out of Golden Bridle, I knew I was right; I was devastated now that it was over. But I would rather have ruined myself than kept watching him suffer.