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?”
Oh God, would she? The possibility began to play out in her mind, the stranger stripping and moving into the light and…
Sebastian.
She whimpered against Asa’s cock and nodded, hearing his growl before he pulled her away from him by her hair and rolled her onto her stomach. He opened the drawer of his nightstand and she looked over her shoulder in time to see him take out a small bottle of lube. “I’m glad it’s still here,” he sighed. “Because I don’t think anything less than an act of God will keep me from trying out my part in this fantasy.”
He stroked the thick lube over his cock, grinning darkly at her expression. “Shocked now? Want me to stop? Have I finally found your limit?”
Delilah was shocked—not at him but at how aroused the idea of what he was about to do made her. She was a grown woman with strong sexual appetites, but being with Asa intensified everything. It was as if something had broken loose inside her, some dam holding all her desires back had cracked, and now she was drowning in sensation. In need. In him.
She spread her knees and tilted her hips, still watching over her shoulder as his face flushed and his jaw worked with restraint.
“You a
re fucking perfect, Delilah. And I’m weak. I can’t resist what you’re offering. I don’t even want to try.”
He knelt between her thighs and thrust his cock deep inside her wet sex with a groan. “Think about it, Del. Think about what it would be like if he joined us. The stranger in the park.” His thumb, damp with her arousal, pushed between the cheeks of her ass. “His eyes on you—fuck, you’re so tight here—his cock hard, waiting for my invitation. But he’ll only get it if he knows who you really belong to. Tell him.”
“You,” she panted. “Asa, Oh Asa, you.”
“Me what, dirty girl?”
“I’m yours.”
His thumb pushed all the way inside and she arched her back while he groaned. “That’s right. You are mine, Delilah. Your pussy, your mouth…” He slid his thumb out and then she felt the head of his cock pushing firmly against the tight muscles. “And this. This ass is mine too.”
Delilah opened her mouth on a silent scream as she felt him slowly stretch her. Too much. Pain. Pleasure. She couldn’t decide what she was feeling; only that it was too much.
“Breathe, baby,” he murmured, stroking her back with one hand, the other on her hip holding her still as he continued to fill her. “Deep breaths for me, that’s right. Let your muscles relax. I promise you can take me. Fuck Delilah, you’re gripping me so tight, taking me…and your ass is…Jesus, you were made for this.”
For him. She focused on breathing and some switch flipped in her mind. Pain and pleasure. Both. Deeper and richer and more intimate than anything she’d ever known.