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“Christ, that’s sexy as fuck,” Fletch says, then he pulls out, dropping to his knees, and I feel our combined cum leak out of me, painting my thighs. What I don’t expect is for him to drag his fingers through the wetness and push us back inside me. “Never gonna want you any other way. Though maybe next time, we’ll make it to a bed.” My fingers linger in his hair, combing through the mussed tendrils, and I let out a small laugh.
“That’ll be a first.”
“Fuck, yeah, it will be.” He stands, pulls his sweats back up, and lifts me in his arms. “Right now.” It’s then I feel his cock.
“Already?”
“Took you hard, Delilah. You too sore to go again?” He ignores his dick.
“Nope, not at all, but this time, I want to use my mouth,” I whisper into his ear. He walks us to what I’m sure is his bedroom, and I feel him the entire way. I think it’s safe to assume he likes the idea of me sucking him off.
“Turnabout is fair play. While you swallow me, I’m going to eat your pretty pussy.” I know Fletcher is going to make good on his promise, and I’m going to enjoy every moment I have with him.
Chapter 4
Fletch
Delilah is draped across my chest, completely wrung dry. I’d have thought she was asleep if it weren’t for her moving every once in a while. Her legs are tangled with mine, we’re skin on skin, and I’m finding I love having her soft pomegranate scent wrapped around me. I’d take her again if my cock weren’t fucking limp for the first time since I’ve been around Delilah and she weren’t sore. After I ate her pussy and she sucked my dick dry, swallowing my cum like she promised, we took a brief intermission for food: sandwiches, chips, and her chocolate chip cookies were as good as it was gonna get in the way of dinner. She didn’t seem to mind, both of us ravenous from missing lunch.
I swear coming inside this woman, she’ll be the only woman who gets that from me. Never in my life did I think I’d take a woman without a condom. Delilah Taylor has me questioning my theory on the no-strings-attached sermon I’ve been preaching. Call it trauma from losing our parents at a young fucking age, but I never wanted to do something similar had I settled down. Now here I am, wrapped around a blonde-haired temptation. One who could have me losing everything I’ve ever worked for—my job, my purpose, and my name.
“Fletch?” Delilah lifts her head from her place on my chest.
“Hmm,” I respond, pulling her closer to me. Her wet cunt on the outside of my thigh has my cock ready to perk up. Too bad I’m too damn tired. He’ll have to wait until we’ve taken a nap.
“Shhh, I can hear you thinking.” She moves her fingers from my chest, where she was drawing patterns, to my lips, holding her pointer finger in place to keep me from talking. “Don’t ruin my post-orgasmic haze by talking about reality. Let me have this for a bit longer.”
“Message received, loud and clear.” My hand grips her fingers, and I place a kiss on them, watching as she nods then settles down on my chest again.
“Good, there’s a lot to unpack. It can wait. We have plenty of time.”
“Not sure that’s the case. Someone told you my favorite cookies; I’d be willing to bet it was your mom. Which means she’s not an idiot and knows you came over here.”
“Fine, we’ll do this now.” She sits up, causing the sheet to drop to her waist, and my hand reaches out to palm a tit, thumb rasping over her cherry-tipped nipple. Technically, if I keep my hands on her, I’m not ruining our day. Hell, I’d much rather have this conversation with her riding my cock. I don’t think that will happen today, though, not with how she winced when I pulled out earlier. “I’m well aware my father is your boss. I’m also twenty-eight years old, I have my own place, I pay my own bills, and who I have sex with shouldn’t be anyone’s business. Least of all my parents’. That being said, we live in a small town.” She takes a breath. I do an ab curl to sit up and watch the desire blossom in her eyes.
“Legs.” I tell her, my hands wrapping around her shapely hips. Christ, there I goes giving us a chance to take a breather. I know the minute her pussy is near my cock, I’ll be lifting her up until I’m notched inside her wet depths.
“This won’t be difficult or anything.” Instead of plunging inside her, my thick cock lies along her slit. Should we need to break things up from the heaviness of this conversation, I’ve got not one single problem with fucking her.
“Try.” My head dips into the crook of her shoulder and neck, where I breathe in her scent of me, sex, and pomegranate. She smells like mine.
“Fine, as I was saying, small town. My dad is the chief, yada yada. We’ll play this out in whatever way you would like. I understand you have more to lose than I do. This is your career, and as much as I love my father, I’m not exactly sure how he would take us seeing one another.”
“There is that. I’m leaving this up to you, Delilah. I can’t necessarily take you bareback and ask you to keep us hidden. Then again, there could be the chance he fires me, and I’ll have to find a new job somewhere else. Either way, we’ll make it work, yeah?” It’s hitting her pretty clearly what could potentially happen. This thing between us is new, the sex is off the fucking charts, and the rest we’ll work on. Relationships take work. I saw it firsthand—slow dances in the kitchen, making dinner when time allowed it, Mom and Dad working hand in hand together in every way imaginable. Sure, they had their fair share of fights. They also made up and showed us brothers how it’s done. My own fears are leaving my wife and kids too fucking early, especially since I’m a cop.
“Okay, fine. For starters, since you were bareback inside me, this is exclusive.” I arch an eyebrow at her, letting her know that’s a fucking given, but just in case, I’m telling her, too.
“Woman, since the moment you marched your sexy ass into the station, all I saw was you, no one else. Not before, not during, and definitely not in the future.”
“Good. I’m going to get on birth control.” For some reason, I don’t like the idea of that. A vision of her pregnant with my child, a slight bump to her belly while she’s sitting like this has my dick throbbing with the need to fuck my kid into her before she goes to the doctor. Except I’m not that much of a dick where I’d take the choice away from her.
“Fine with me.” I somehow manage to keep my tone cool as a cucumber when my gut is churning in the opposite way.
“Alright.” Even Delilah’s voice sounds like she’s questioning her statement.
“What else?” My hands are firm on each of her hips, my lips moving along the underside of her jaw, ready to take her and fuck the rest of our worries away.
“I’m leaving that up to you, Fletch. This is your life, too, not just mine.” Christ, she undoes me. Delilah should be thinking about herself more than me. I can handle whatever is thrown my way. She, on the other hand, the last thing I want is her dad to be pissed at me and take it out on her. Though, I doubt that would be the case. It’s one of those catch-22 deals. You never know what someone is capable of.
