Page 17 of Backroom Boy
I spun around and froze, seeing Mrs. Bishop approaching, her eyebrows drawn together. She looked past me and picked up her pace when she saw Delta.
“Honey, I need you to go shower. The Hendersons will be here for dinner in about an hour.”
Delta frowned. “No, sorry, Mom. I have plans.”
“Well, cancel them,” her mom snapped. “Your father has big plans for this merger and they need to see the next generation of Black Bishop wineries is waiting in the wings. Tradition is huge for them and us.”
One look at Delta’s face and I knew I shouldn’t be there. World War III was about to break loose and I wasn’t sure if my presence would escalate things.
“I’m not interested in being in a dog and pony show, Mother.”
Mrs. Bishop stepped closer to Delta and lowered her voice, though I could hear every word clearly. “You will be at dinner or you can kiss the funding for your next semester goodbye. And trust me when I say Stanford isn’t cheap, my dear.”
Delta’s eyes took on a sheen. “Fine.” She spun and stomped back in her room to slam the door.
The silence in the hallway was incredibly awkward. I took one step back and Mrs. Bishop spun on me, finally acknowledging my presence.
“I’m sorry you had to see that. You’re a nice kid, Lukas, but we have grand plans for that daughter of ours.” She lifted an eyebrow, so like Delta I could blink and see what Delta would look like in twenty years.
Her meaning was clear. Especially with her nose in the air as she swept down the hall and down the stairs. I wasn’t good enough for Delta, so don’t get attached.
I held myself back from punching the wall and found my way outside.
Back in the pool house I kicked the bed and decided today was the absolute shittiest of days. I made myself a sandwich and hit the shower before lying down in bed. Might as well get used to being alone. After this summer I’d have to say goodbye to Delta anyway.
My phone dinged and I saw the text was from Delta, but I couldn’t bring myself to open it. Maybe it was for the best that we cool things off. The pain in my chest at the idea told me I’d already gotten in too deep. As far as I knew, she just saw me as a passing distraction over the summer. A summer fling to carry her through to when her sorority lifestyle started again.
I just needed to go back to my original motto for the summer: head down, focus on learning everything I could about wine.
* * *
“Lukas.”
The whisper came from my dream, but the hand stroking down my arm felt so real I startled awake. Blinking my eyes against the dark, I saw Delta standing next to my bed, biting her lip. The watermelon sundress looked gorgeous on her, highlighting her curves and long blonde hair.
“Delta?” My voice came out gruff, still half asleep.
She reached around her back and unzipped the dress, letting it fall to the floor. I sat straight up in bed and gaped at her. She stood perfectly naked, right down to her watermelon toenail polish. Lust surged so swiftly, I tossed the covers back and pulled her down on me without even thinking. As soon as her bare skin touched mine, I knew I couldn’t kick her out. Couldn’t retreat to just being coworkers. She made my heart soft and my dick hard just looking into her brown eyes.
She straddled me and crushed her mouth to mine. My hips surged up against her of their own accord, seeking her heat like it was the most natural thing in the world. With her mouth still fused to mine and our tongues tangled together, she lifted up and sank down onto the first inch of me. Fuck, it felt so good I punched the mattress and waged a mental battle for a few seconds longer than I should have.
Common sense won and I pushed her back, grabbing her hips and lifting her off me. My cock hit my stomach with a thump in the silent room, a reminder he was unprotected.
“Delta,” I mumbled, shocked she’d done that.
She whimpered like a whiny child, so I slapped her ass, making her yelp. “Get a condom. Hurry up!” she chided me.
I chuckled as I reached for one in the bedside table, putting it on barely a second before Delta was back to hovering and lowering herself onto me.
“Lukas, I need you,” she moaned in my ear, her hair in my face and her pussy accommodating my cock ever so slowly as she sank down.
As soon as she hit the base, she lifted back up, in a hurry and knowing exactly what she wanted. I gritted my teeth and tried to slow her down with my hands on her hips. She sat up quickly and palmed her own breasts, making my mouth bone dry at the sight. She was fucking beautiful riding my cock, and I couldn’t make her slow down. Didn’t want that actually. Not when she had my balls drawn up so tight I was in pain. Not when she looked so close to falling over that edge like some Amazonian warrior princess intent on her goal.
She tossed her head back and I felt the flutter. That squeezing all around my dick triggered me and I couldn’t stop the inevitable even if Mr. Bishop walked through that door right then and there. I barked out a groan and clenched my teeth. My eyes squeezed shut, uncertain if I’d just died and gone to heaven or if this was the absolute best dream I’d ever had.
Delta flopped back down on my chest, her hair getting stuck in my mouth, but I didn’t even care. All that mattered was her thundering heart right on top of mine.
“Promise me we’ll do this thing together,” she gasped out, her lips smashed against my chest.
