Dirty Delilah (5 page)

Delilah pushed down her jeans and stepped out of them, leaving her standing beside his bed in nothing but her underwear. “Surprise me again, Asa Wilder. Give me some action to go with that sweet talk.”

“Jesus, Delilah.” Asa was beside her, his mouth on hers before she could take another breath.

Yes.
His kiss was as passionate as she remembered. As fierce. His teeth bit her lips and his tongue tangled with hers while she reached between them and undid his jeans.

When her hand closed around the thick, hard length of him he groaned into her mouth and she smiled, pulling back to gasp, “I had no idea what I was missing.”

“Let me show you, baby.” Asa tore his T-shirt off and reached for the back clasp of her bra. “And let me see you.”

When her bra was dangling from a strap on her wrist, Asa shuddered, his hands lifting and his expression almost reverent as he cupped her breasts in his hands. “You don’t know, Del. Fuck, you don’t know how many times I dreamt about your full, luscious… You thought you were hiding them but every time you walked by, every time you bent over me…” He closed his eyes and squeezed. “I just wanted to rip off the bib of those damn overalls and bury my face between them.”

Her grip tightened on his erection. “I won’t stop you.”

He moaned, lifting her breasts as he lowered his head and pressed his face against her flesh. He inhaled and growled, licking her skin and making her gasp.

Yes. Oh God, it felt good. Perfect. She wanted more.

As if he’d heard her, Asa turned his head and closed his mouth over one painfully hard nipple, sucking deep. She felt an electric arc of sensation zap her from her breasts to her sex and back again.  Reaching up with her free hand, she grabbed his hair with her fingers and arched her back. “
Yes
, Asa. Like that. Harder.”

He bit down almost too sharply and she cried out, her thighs clenching, her panties soaked.  “Asa.”

He lifted his mouth and reached down to pull her hand away from his cock. “Delilah, if you don’t stop touching me, moaning like that, this will be over before either one of us wants it to be.”

She struggled to break away from his grip and touch him again. “I don’t care,” she gasped. “I don’t want to stop.”

“Do I have to spank you, Del-icious?” He warned with a harsh rasp. “Because I will.”

Did he think he would shock her again? Because she really liked the sound of that. “Prove it.”

His jaw clenched as he studied her defiant expression, and then she was being thrown over his shoulder as if she were weightless. When he set her down and whirled her around she saw the dirt bike and her arousal spiked. “What are you doing?”

Other than fulfilling one of her fantasies.

“Bend over, Delilah. I want those full heavy breasts pressing against the seat of that bike and your ass in the air.”

The commanding tone sent a flood of desire between her thighs. “Should I take off my—”

Asa’s hand was firm as it cupped the back of her neck. “You should bend over, and let me worry about the rest.”

Oh God.
She bent over.

She could smell it in the air—sex and motor oil. Asa and her own arousal. The vinyl of the bike’s seat slipped against her breasts and she tilted her hips, her underwear feeling tight and confining on her skin.

She could hear his breathing deepen behind her. Feel his need for her. “You want it, don’t you?” he moaned. “Want me to spank you and fuck you here, on this old bike instead of my bed.”

She had no desire to deny it. “Yes.”

“Dirty Delilah,” he murmured. “I knew you were perfect for me.”

With the first cupped blow, his palm landed on one cheek of her ass over her underwear and she shouted as the skin stung with heat. And then he smacked the other with more force and she cried out again.

“I need to see it, Del.” She held on to the machine as he pulled her underwear to her thighs impatiently. But he didn’t take them off. “Spread your legs. Wider. A little bit…yes. Fuck
yes
, that is exactly what I want to see. All that pink, glowing skin.”

The elastic of her panties dug into her thighs as her position held them in place. He came up beside her, so close that when she turned her head she could see his heavy shaft flushed and hard opening the open fly of his jeans. She wanted to taste him.

He started to spank her again and her eyes closed as she gasped for breath.
Yes. Yes. Asa. Oh don’t stop, please.

His fingers slid between her thighs and caressed the lips of her sex. “So wet,” he rasped. “Wet and begging for more. Will you, Delilah? Will you beg me to fuck you? Because I don’t think I can wait anymore.”

He wanted her complete surrender. “Please, Asa. I want you inside me. I’ve always wanted you. Fuck me. Please fuck me. Don’t make me wait.”

His fingers left her body and she heard the sound of foil tearing as he slipped a condom on. She started to close her legs to drop her underwear to the floor but he stopped her. “Don’t fucking move, Del. Keep those legs spread just like that.”

His chest pressed against her back and his arm pulled her close as he guided his cock inside her. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he groaned. “God, you’re ready for me aren’t you? Tight and hot and ready for all of me.”

“Yes.” He was filling her. Inside her so deep. Better than any fantasy.

Asa.

He pushed her hair over one shoulder and buried his face in her neck. “Delilah. My Delilah.”

His hand slid up to cup her breast, the other gripping her hip as he started his slow, deep rhythm. So deep.

“Asa, please.”

“Yes,” his voice was rich with arousal. “I know, baby. I know what you want. Hard and fast and dirty. You want the bad boy to fuck you so deep you can’t walk tomorrow. You want scratches and bite marks and maybe a little more spanking.”

Yes. Oh God, yes.

“But I want
this
,” he continued. His strokes long and slow. “Eleven years. Twelve if you count the first time I got off in my bed imagining your legs spread for me. I tried to satisfy myself with other women—”

When she tensed against him, his grip on her hip tightened and his hips powered against hers with more force. She was helpless. Her underwear and the weight of his body made it nearly impossible to move away. “But it didn’t matter what or who I did, I was still hungry. Still dreaming of this tight paradise.”

“Fuck.”

Asa’s laugh was strained. “Yeah. But the kicker is, it’s better than I ever imagined. And now that I know it? I’m not sure I’ll be able to stay away. Not sure I’ll be able to go more than a few hours for the rest of my life without sinking inside my new addiction.”

His words were destroying her will, his body making hers its slave. Every inch of her skin, every cell was alive. Electric. Focused on him. “
Asa.
It feels so good. Don’t stop. Fuck me. Any way you want. Anywhere. God, just keep fucking me.”

He swore and jerked against her. “Delilah, baby, you asked for it.”

She lifted her hand from the bike and stretched her arm to brace it against the wall when Asa picked up his pace and started fucking her harder, giving her exactly what she’d been begging for despite his determination to take his time. “Yes.
Jesus
, Asa,
yes
!”

“Knew I’d love it.” His voice was guttural now. Breathless. “Hearing you say it while I was inside you. Say it again.”

He slung his hips hard against her, filling her completely and shaking the bike’s frame. “
Yes! Yes. Fuck, yes
.”

He pulled out of her, and before she could cry in protest, he‘d ripped off her underwear and was straddling the bike, draping her legs over his and lowering her onto his cock again. “Ride me, Delilah,” he muttered. “Show me how you can ride.”

This
was her fantasy. The one she never got tired of. The one that drove her crazy. She reached behind her and gripped the handle bars, using them to help drive her body hard against his.

He gripped her hips, his long fingers digging into her skin as she rocked him deeper inside her. “Fuck, Del. Damn it, just
look
at you. That’s right. Faster. Ride me faster, baby.”

She knew he was watching her breasts bounce. He couldn’t tear his gaze away. She felt powerful and sexy. Wild…and dirty. One hand left the handlebar and reached up to cup her own breast, her fingers pinching the nipple as she arched her back and quickened her rhythm.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned. “Touch it like that. Fuck, Delilah, Jesus, you’re going to kill me.”

“Not yet,” she gasped. “Not until I finish my ride.”

He started using his hands to control her movements, sliding her up and down his shaft so forcefully the bike’s stand creaked. Wild. Free. Sex with him felt like a ride on the open road. Powerful. Liberating. Unforgettable. “Asa. God, Asa I’m close.”

“Yes, baby.” He pumped her up and down, his breathing ragged as he leaned closer to her breasts. “Come for me.”

He took the nipple she’d been caressing into his mouth and sucked, moaning against her skin as she shouted his name and lost control. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Sparks of electricity and pure sensation coursed through her veins. Yes. “Yes!”

“Delilah!” Asa shouted as he came inside her, lifting his mouth and pressing his forehead against her lush flesh. “My Delilah.”

Yes.

Chapter Four

Delilah was too satisfied to think. Anytime a stray concern started to form in her mind, she pushed it away and snuggled closer to the body that had given her so much pleasure. Asa was the best lover she’d ever had. She’d always known he would be. And now that she knew how much she turned him on, all she wanted was more of him. More of this. He was her addiction too.

“You awake?” Asa asked softly, a tenderness in his sexy rasp she’d never heard before. He’d taken her into his makeshift shower that he’d built via a hose connected to the office sink below and rinsed her off, then himself, before carrying her to his bed. He fed her the cold wings and stuffed mushrooms from the restaurant when her belly growled, and then they lay back on the bed, just touching each other.

“I hope so.” If she
was
dreaming again, she never wanted to wake up.

He snorted. “You and me both. What are you thinking about?”

She rolled over onto his chest, looking up at him. “As little as possible. Why? What are you thinking about?”

“Too much.” His fingertips traced her jaw. Her cheek. Pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “At the moment, I’m thinking about shocking you. I’m not sure the hidden room did the trick. I need something more impressive.”

She shook her head. “I’m good. Seriously, I don’t need any more surprises.”

He lifted her arms off him gently and got off the bed, walking naked to the small fridge and bending down to look inside.

Now that was a view.

He pulled out a bottle of water and took a long, deep drink while she watched him. Then he brought it over to her and stepped back. “You’re wrong, Delilah. I know you better than you think I do. You don’t just need them, you deserve them. But we’ll save that discussion for another time.”

“Why?”

Asa’s smile was tight and when he looked down she noticed his hardening erection. “Because now I want you to get on your knees.”

Her feeling of lazy, satisfaction instantly disappeared and her body started to hum. “Why?” she repeated softly.

When he just lifted one eyebrow, she got up on her knees, letting the thin sheet fall to her waist. Asa’s blue eyes darkened. “Good. Having you here in this bed has got me thinking about a few other fantasies. You still game?”

Her smile was sultry. For him? “Always.”

He stroked his erection as he moved closer, and she knew what he wanted. She licked her lips, anticipating his taste, and he bit back a groan. “That’s right, dirty girl. That’s exactly what I need.”

When he stood at the edge of the bed, she raised her hands to his narrow hips and opened her mouth over the tip of his shaft. Delilah closed her eyes as she absorbed his taste. Salt and soap. Heat and sex. Asa had always smelled like sex, but now…?
Now
he smelled like sex with
her
.

She lowered her mouth, taking more of him and his hand came up to her head, gripping her long hair into a ball at the nape of her neck. When she shivered, his grip tightened. “You like that too, don’t you? Everything. God, that feels so fucking good, Delilah,” he hissed, rocking his hips lightly against her mouth. “You said I could do anything to you. Anywhere and anytime I wanted. What about China Camp, baby? If I found us a make-out spot that’s just hidden enough, would you strip down and fuck me? I wouldn’t let you stop if someone wandered by. I’d want him to see how much you love this.”

She moaned and sucked him harder, his words turning her on more than they should. She’d never thought she was an exhibitionist…but if Asa was with her, what wouldn’t she do?

“Fuck, I love it,” he whispered. “Touch yourself, Del. Make yourself come while you’re sucking me off in front of that stranger. Show him how dirty you can be. How sexy you are. “

She closed her eyes and she could see it in her mind. The fantasy. A man, shadowed by the sunlight, watching them through the trees. Delilah lifted one hand to her breast and with the other slipped two fingers between her legs, thrusting them inside her wet sex, wishing it were Asa.

The stranger moved closer, pressing his hand to the fly of his pants. God, he was hard. He was so hard from watching her and Asa together that he couldn’t wait until he got home—he needed release now. With her.

She moaned and licked Asa’s shaft with delight and almost heard the stranger groan. He wanted her. Wanted her mouth. Wanted to replace her fingers with his cock.

He unzipped his pants and leaned against a nearby tree, watching them as he stroked his thick erection. He wanted a show.

“What if I wanted him to join us, Delilah?” Asa’s rough voice made her toes curl and her sex clench around her fingers. “What if I found the strength of will to share you? Would you do it? Have you ever imagined sex with two men? Would you let me take your ass while you rode
him
? How far does ‘anything’ go?”