Page 86 of Sin With Me
"Someday soon," I promise.
If there was a cure for depression that didn't include talking about my feelings or taking medication, this would be it. This kind of heart racing, sweat-inducing, serotonin-boost is all I'd need for the rest of my life as long as it came in the form of being with Delilah.
When she yanks my mouth down to hers, I taste myself on her, and it makes me hard all over again. I grab her hand from around my neck and flatten it against the window above her head, pushing my erection against her stomach.
"I wanna tear this pretty little thing off you and fuck you against this window," I murmur when she pushes her hips into me. "But I promised to take things slow with you, so I'm not gonna do that."
"Wilder," she whines, and I kiss down her neck. "Fuck what I said."
Chuckling against her heated skin, I shake my head. "I didn't bring condoms, but even if I had one, it'd still be a bad idea to rush. I don't wanna screw this up."
"Are you sure I can't change your mind?" She lowers her free hand between us and grabs my cock, then rubs it over the lacy fabric barely concealing her pussy. "Because I can't stop thinkin' about how those piercings are gonna feel inside me."
She's literally trying to kill me.
"Delly..." I thrust into her grip, feeling her sweet juices rub over me. "You're testin' my willpower."
She pushes the fabric of her panties over just enough to tease the tip and piercings between her wet slit. "How 'bout now?"
"And here I thought I was the one corruptin' you." I rest my forehead on hers, fighting with my desire to say fuck it. "But unless you want me to fill this tight cunt with my cum and knock you up, you better not tempt me."
Before she can argue, I wrap my arms around her and toss her on the bed, then kneel between her thighs. Spreading them wide, I pull her panties to the side and feast on her like it's my last day on Earth.
Within minutes, she's arching her back and screaming my name, the taste of her arousal bursting on my tongue.
"Next time I wear this, you better have a condom," she says between catching her breath and leaning up on her elbows. "Or I'm using my vibrator."
"Oh, we'll definitely be using your vibrator..." I smirk, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh. "Just not tonight."
She falls back on a whimper, and I laugh at her dramatics. "C'mon, time to get ready. Strip clubs and Long Island Ice Teas are waitin' for us."
And if I don't get us out of this room in the next ten minutes, I'll do exactly what I told her I wouldn't do and fuck her until my cum spills out of her.
Chapter Nineteen
Delilah
My legs feel like jelly, and not because of the two earth-shattering orgasms Wilder gave me earlier, but because I've never walked this much in cowboy boots before. My thighs are burning, nearly begging me to sit this one out, but I don't want to.
I want as much time with Wilder as I can get before we go back to the real world and things get messy again.
Between Jonah and Wesley’s conflict with Raven in the middle and Molly’s articles causing trouble, there's no telling what'll happen once we're home. Jonah texted a couple times, and as far as I know, nothing out of the ordinary has happened. Raven's still safe in the women's shelter and Wesley continues to be on mandatory leave.
Wilder and I ended up at some strip club, not the fun Magic Mike kind, but one that's crowded with half-naked gorgeous women and lots of alcohol. It's hard to see them flirting with him and even though he doesn't flirt back, it reminds me of the years he would without a second thought. He has a lot more sexual experience than I do, and I know it was all before webecame more than friends, but it's hard not to compare myself to them.
I've been called pretty all my life. When guys hit on me at the bar, it’s alwaysyou’re so beautifulas they stare at my tits. And yeah sometimes that’s a nice ego boost, but I’d rather be known as smart, talented, or hardworking. I'm more than my body and even more than my brains. It’s a breath of fresh air when someone recognizes that and knows you better than you realize—something I’ve noticed Wilder does at the most unexpected times.
I'm also loyal to a fault. I give second, third, and sometimes fourth chances. I apologize even when I'm not in the wrong because keeping the peace is safer than starting a war.
I should probably talk to my therapist about that one.
But more than any of that, I'll always help someone in need, even when that person is a stranger throwing up on my shoes.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry..." a girl I met in the bathroom line five minutes ago says. I could tell she wasn't going to make it much longer, so I grabbed her hand and cut in front of everyone else just in time for her to vomit in the trash can.
"It's okay. They're washable." I grab a few paper towels and get them wet before handing them to her.
"I don't usually drink this much, but my fiancé left me at the altar last weekend, so I took my bridesmaids on our honeymoon." She wipes her mouth and chin.
