Shit, it ain’t dry for long, though. In no time, the fly of my jeans is soaking wet, along with her panties. And it’s not just precome doing the honors. “I can’t believe you’re wet for me.” My mouth rakes over hers in a frantic rhythm, our tongues mating in a way that seizes my chest. “Thought I’d have to use spit and muscle to get inside your pussy.”
As soon as I say the words, I need a taste between her thighs.
I grow crazed for it, my vision dotting with black spots.
Savoring one final kiss of her mouth, I crawl backwards and get my first up-close look at damp, white panties, twisted and stretched out from my humping. Lips peek through the opaque material, making my mouth water, my cock releasing a spurt of ejaculate against the inside of my jeans.
And I dive in, wasting no time in feasting. I’ve been fasting far too long.
CHAPTER FIVE
Delilah
Well, consider my theory proven correct.
Raider doesn’t want to hurt me. Not at all.
His mouth is the only proof I need. I’ve never envisioned a man’s mouth between my legs. Actually, the whole business made me giggle. Until now. Holy shit. Is this what my brother’s friends get up to in the next room? No wonder there’s an endless supply of women in our house.
None of them can be as good as Raider with their mouths, though. No way. Instinctively, I know the brand of selflessness Raider is showing me is not typical. His eyes are closed so tight, the lines on his forehead are now deep trenches. Sweat beads on his hairline; his hands massage my thighs gently, as if they’re made of rare crystal. And his tongue. Dear God, it’s huge just like the rest of him. He doesn’t even have to move it to reach every inch of me.
But he concentrates on my clit, that place I rub some mornings in the shower. Or when the moaning in the next room turns me on. I think I’m…wait, I know I’m screaming. My ears aren’t lying. His name wrenches up out of my throat again and again, my thighs clamping around his massive neck. I can sense his surprise that I’m enjoying it, which is insane. Insane. He’s licking me right there. Up, down, right, left, circling, circling, circling until I’ve ripped the fitted sheet off the mattress.
When his surprise ebbs, replaced by a melting kind of ecstasy, that’s when the real fun starts. His rough cheeks and shaved head abrade my thighs as he slants his head, working his tongue inside me, jigging it around.
“Raider. Oh God. N-no…yes yes. No. Yes.”
Whatever. I could recite the Pledge of Allegiance and he wouldn’t quit. He’s devouring me, sliding his tongue in and out, working my clit with the meaty pad of his thumb. I’m dying. I’m dying. Tears roll down my temples, and a deep, personal place inside me starts to quiver.
“Fuck me, Raider. Fuck me.”
Yeah. I said it. I don’t know where the pleading command came from, but I meant every word. Maybe I’m dreaming or allowing myself to believe my own fantasies, but I can’t shake the new belief that this man is why I waited. Why I felt compelled to cover myself and shun dating. Or any male attention whatsoever. My savior was hidden inside the scary enforcer, but he’s been revealed to me, and now the whole package is beautiful. He’s huge and beautiful and, fine, still pretty scary. I want him, anyway. Want him on top of me, claiming me, rewarding me for being a good girl. Using me to relieve his lust. Lust I stirred up.
He moves into my blurred line of vision, whipping off his black T-shirt…and my sight clears with a vengeance, out of desperation to see the body he’s revealed. Backlit by the flickering streetlight, staring down at me like a predator, he’s like the God of Wrath come down to earth for violent revenge. The sheer size of his arms, his basketball-sized biceps, is arresting, but then his chest screams for my attention. It’s bisected with scars and rough tattoos; he’s intimidating on an otherworldly scale.
Don’t even get me started on the mountain of flesh protruding from between his legs. I can’t imagine how he’s kept it zipped in his jeans so long. It looks painful. Almost like a punishment he’s inflicting on himself. That huge part of him is what I’m asking for? Am I in over my head?
“Fuck you, Delilah?” He lifts a giant hand, pinching his zipper between two fingers and lowering it, slowly. There’s nothing slow about the way his erection frees itself, bursting out of his jeans and slapping against the slab of his abdomen. Bigger than I thought. Christ above, it’s bigger than I thought. “Is that what you said to me? While my tongue was jacked up inside your tiny cunt?”