Page 20 of Battling the Enemy
As per usual, I was hanging out in front of school waiting for the bell to ring and for Delaney to pass by. I wasn’t exactly sure how all this was going to go down, but during my self-imposed hiatus, I realized I needed to get the full story on her and Reynolds. I also needed to know if she’s slept with him. Now, with my past, I’m the last person to judge, but I wanted to know because I needed to know if he had a hold on her or not. Most girls were funny about the guy they give their virginity to, and I needed to find out exactly what all Reynolds meant to Delaney. I already knew their families were close if they had arranged a goddamn marriage at the age of fucking ten, so I already had that working against me. I needed to know how Delaney felt about the asshole. I had no doubt I’d have Delaney in the end, but I wanted to know what I was up against.
I felt the charge in the air a split second before I saw Delaney and Ava walking together towards the front doors of the school. I didn’t bother with goodbyes as I knew the crew already knew where I was with this. I hustled my way over to the girls, ignored Ava, grabbed Delaney by the arm and dragged her around the back of the building, and the most important fact in all this?
She let me.
I pinned her up against the building and caged her in with my palms flat on either side of her. She adjusted her backpack over her shoulder as she looked up at me putting on a brave face. My eyes darted over to her scar, and just like that, my dick was hard.
“You’re here,” she muttered quietly, and my entire body stilled with the implication of her words.Delany fucking missed me.Or, at the very least, she wondered about me.
My hand came off the building, landed on her shoulder, and slid across her collarbone, down over her left tit, and kept going until it stopped at her hip. Delaney’s breath hitched as I slid my hand upwards underneath her uniform shirt and wrapped it around the flank of her waist.
Nothing ever felt so good as my hand on Delaney Martin’s bare flesh.
I leaned down until my lips grazed her ear. “Did you miss me?”
“Deke…” she moaned, and I lost all common sense.
I pushed up against her, so she was completely blocked off by my body, and not waiting for permission, I slid my hand down the front of her uniform pants causing the button to pop off and the zipper to bust open. Delaney’s backpack slid off her shoulder, and her hands fisted in my shirt, as her head dropped to rest on my chest. She wasn’t stopping me and that shamed her to the point where she couldn’t look at me, but I was okay with that. We’d work on that later.
I slid my hand in between her legs, and the second my fingers touched her wet flesh, I knew whatever she had with Reynolds didn’t matter. Her grip threatened to tear the fabric of my shirt as I slid my fingers back and forth between her pussy lips. It sounded like she might be crying, but I wasn’t sure, and I wasn’t going to stop to find out. As long as she wasn’t telling me to stop or pushing me away, nothing was going to stop me from making Delaney cum like this.
When I felt my fingers were lubed up enough from her wetness, I slid one into her pussy, and it was so tight, there’s no way she wasn’t a virgin. Delaney threw her head back hard enough I could hear its impact against the building. Her eyes were screwed shut, but I could see the wetness decorating her lashes.
Yep, she’d been crying.
I leaned in and did the one thing I’ve been wanting to do since I cornered her at that party last Friday. I had my fingers buried deep in her pussy, going in and out, as I licked that fucking scar on her face. Delaney whimpered, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to get out of this without fucking her right here in front of whoever might happen by.
I pulled back to look at her. “Have you fucked Reynolds?” I growled. “Has he ever touched you, Lamb?” Her eyes shot open, and she looked breathtaking in tears. “Or are my fingers the first fingers to ever touch this pussy?” Delaney nodded, and because she looked positively torn up about her admission, I knew she had nodded to my fingers being the first to ever touch her. “You’re going to explain about Reynolds, but I need you to know that, no matter what, you’re mine, Delaney. You. Are. Mine.”
Her eyes shut again when I started upping the tempo of my fingers. I was finger fucking Delaney hard and deep, and I didn’t care that we were out in the open at school. I was doing my best to shield her with my body, but it wouldn’t be too difficult to deduce what we were doing.
My name was a heartbreaking sob on her lips, “Deke…”
“It’s okay, Delaney,” I breathed against her face; against her scar. “Cum on my fingers, baby. I got you. IpromiseI got you.” Her nails dug into my skin through the fabric of my shirt and she let out the throatiest moan as she came all over my hand.
We stood there in complete silence as Delaney started coming off her high. My hand was still down her pants, but I knew it wouldn’t be long before the reality of what she just let me do set in and she lost her shit. I wasn’t confused. Delaney wanted me, but she didn’twantto want me.
When her eyes opened and latched onto mine, I pulled my fingers out of her pants, stuck them in my mouth, and licked them clean. Her eyes widened and I could actually see the panic start to take hold in those beautiful eyes of hers. Delaney had lost herself to me and it was written all over her face, plain as day, how humiliated she was over the fact.
“De…Deke…oh, God,” she muttered as her hand flew to her pants and her face rushed red when she realized the zipper and button of her pants were useless. “Oh, shit. Oh, shit,” she rambled on.
“Delaney-”
Her hands pushed at my chest and I knew our moment was over. She was going to go back to not wanting to want me. “I can’t believe I let you do that,” she hissed. “I can’t believe…I…what the hell was I thinking letting you…oh, Christ.”
“Delaney-”
Her eyes were blazing, and she was nothing but a ball of unchartered emotions. “I don’t evenlikeyou, Deke,” she claimed.
Now I was getting pissed. I was willing to grant her some confusion and embarrassment because Delaney Martin was not the kind of girl who let guys finger fuck her in public, but I knew she liked me. She just didn’twantto like me. “Your scent on my fingers contradicts that statement, Lamb,” I bit out. “Or do you let all the guys you don’t like finger your pussy like a-”
“Fuck you, Deke Marlow!” she yelled in my face. “I’m not…I don’t…”
I grabbed her by her shoulders and held her firm against the wall. “I know you’re pissed that you caved when you don’t want to like me, Delaney,” I allowed. “But you are not going to act like what just happened wasn’t alwaysgoingto happen. You missed me these past two days. Own it and quit being a little bitch about it.”
Her spine straightened, and I knew I was pulling out the Delaney no one ever saw; the Delaney Martin no one knew. “I’ll show you a bitch, Deke Marlow,” she threatened, her voice still and absolute.
I cupped her face in my hands and welcomed her threat. “I hope you do, Lamb,” I said. “I hope to fuck you do, because the second you start showing me what you’re capable of, I can start showing you whatI’mcapable of.” Her breathing hitched, and my dick reminded me that he was still hard from the finger fucking. “You think you’ve seen me at my worst because Reynolds has a broken nose and fucked-up face? Baby, that’s nothing compared to what my conscience allows me to do and still sleep at night.” I leaned in and whispered against her ear, “Show me how much of a bitch you can be, Delaney. Show me, so I can ruin you. Show me, so I can’t fuck you up so badly, your mind cracks along with your heart and soul, baby.”
