by Raven Scott
“Delilah ” Jerking my head to catch his gaze, Darren’s hot breath was cold by the time it flew under my shirt. His eyes blazed with all-consuming desire, and I could barely see straight. My body shook from the need to act on my hunger, but he kept me waiting, baiting me as a silent, swift shift in control thickened in the atmosphere.
“Make love to me, damnit!” Blurting out the high-pitched whine, I couldn’t stand it anymore. My vision blurred as I gulped down air.
Darren’s jaw slackened as my cry bounced off the ceiling. He sat up, and panic slammed against my ribs at the notion that he’d hold and console me. Hysteria scrambled my brain, his fists in my hair tightening as I squeezed the head of his cock between my thumb and forefinger.
For a second, I worried that he’d take the tears streaming down my face as a bad thing. For a moment, I worried that he’d try to stop.
I would die. I would just lay down and die if Darren tried to stop.
19
Delilah
When I blinked, Darren was suddenly on his knees, looming over me, and my hands shook with relief. The only thing keeping me from face planting was his grip as he thrust into my palm. Spit dribbled in ropes from my mouth as hunger twisted my insides. His muscular chest rippled powerfully, the shadows hypnotizing my frazzled mind.
The head of his cock glistened, and Darren bit his bottom lip as I craned my neck greedily. Lapping up the small bead balancing on the tip, I shuddered in delight and my goosebumps thickened under my shirt. Thrusting into my mouth, the flavor and smell of him sent my taste buds into a frenzy. Gagging when his short, curly hairs tickled my nose, my eyes rolled back as the familiar euphoria of asphyxiation sent chills down my sternum.
“Yes-s...” Hissing as he bent over, Darren’s gasp rolled down my back and seeped through my shirt. His cock filled my throat, and I gulped around the head as it throbbed against my tongue. Saliva dribbled down my chin, and colorful spots assaulted my bleary vision. Tearing a fist from my hair, he reached to grab a great handful of my ass to jiggle it, and I clenched my core in wanton need.
Pulling back, Darren pushed my head down as he set a hard, fast pace. His cock slid easily down my throat, and my gags got louder and rougher. Tiny tears leaked from my eyes, my face growing hot as my lungs screamed for air. Probing fingers slipped under my panties, and I spread my legs as my pussy quivered in excitement.
Against my forehead, Darren’s abs rippled with pleasure, his grunts, and hoarse gasps raining down on me thickly. My need for him seeped from my entrance when he parted my folds, and I choked violently when he mercilessly, unceremoniously jammed two fingers into me. Rapture curved my spine sharply, and my pussy clamped down on his fingers as his cock rippled along my tongue.
“Fuck!” he let out.
I trembled when Darren cupped the back of my head, my tongue swirling the sensitive underside of his cock. His jerking, deep thrusts threatened to bruise my throat. The sound of my own gags threatened to push me over the edge, and I popped my ass out as his fingers stroked my pussy so beautifully and rough.
A lightness invaded my skull for lack of air, making everything dull but for the thick, hot cock stretching my throat. Harsh pants ruffled my hair, and Darren gave a strained groan as he pulled back. Sucking on the head of his cock with trembling lips, my hand moved on its own to pump and squeeze his shaft.
His fingers left me empty as he braced his palm on my pelvis, and Darren growled in the throes of his pleasure. Hot, salty cum spurted onto my tongue, his cock rippling against my palm. Hollowing my cheeks, I squeezed and worked all that I could get from him. The taste of him was so wonderful in itself, and I held his load in my mouth to savor it.
“Spit it out ” Yanking my head up, Darren’s snarl echoed in my ears as a mix of spit and cum dribbled through my weak lips. His eyes blazed with something wild, following the trail down my chin and neck. Nothing, not even sex with him, felt better than the way he looked at me in this moment, and he dragged my shirt up and over my head.
I must’ve looked like Hell, red and roughened, and I knew my hair was a mess. Yet, Darren always thought I was the most beautiful girl in the world.
Dribbling between my breasts to rope off my nipples, his cum trailed fire down my chest. It dripped onto the bed to pool between my fingers.
He sputtered a heavy breath. “I’m gonna get so nasty with you that the hotel manager will need to bill us for it.” Rasping his promise, Darren drew me up by my hair gingerly to capture my lips in a searing kiss.
The passion in him blew me away, and his cum glued us together as he fell onto his back.
Excitement thickened my blood into sludge when Darren rolled over to pin me beneath him. Squirming in pure, delicious need, I opened my mouth for his invasion, and his tongue dominated mine. He kissed me like this was the last time we’d get to do it ‒ as if he wanted to pour everything he was into this kiss ‒ so I would never forget him.
Grinding against my slick pussy, Darren’s cock burned my sensitive folds. He reached between us to circle my clit roughly. My legs twitched, toes curling as shocks skittered just under my skin. His other hand got greedy, groping my breasts and tweaking my nipples as he tongued the roof of my mouth.
When he pulled back, I managed a ragged breath before Darren clamped his palm down on my face, blocking my nose and mouth. Sweat trickled down the back of my neck, staining the sheet underneath me. That amazing, airy feeling lifted my brain off its base, and my eyes rolled slightly when he flicked my clit.
Darren dominated every part of me, inside and out, and his nails dug tiny crescents into my cheek. My eyes boggled slightly, my chest threatening to concave on itself from the need for air.
Staring me down, his narrowed pupils seared paths into my face as he pumped his cock and swiped the head between my folds.
My juices leaked out of me to coat his cock, and Darren poised at my entrance before briefly releasing my face. Gasping a shallow, burning breath, I braced my fists deep in the sheets when he covered my nose and mouth again. The flames in my chest only intensified from the bare inhale I managed, but that was the beautiful thing about it.
I could trust him not to suffocate me to death.
Fiery, dark eyes met mine, and a ringing struck up in my ears when Darren paused. His expression branded on my mind, red, tight and flooded with five whole years of pent up emotions. “I love you. I don’t think I ever told you.” The room around us vanished as Darren leaned down, becoming all I could see— all I could hear and feel and smell. His hoarse whisper set my body on fire, and he kissed my cheek to drag his lips to my ear, “I love you, Delilah.”
Black spots dotted the edges of my vision, but Darren didn’t ease on my mouth and nose. In fact, his grip tightened until my jaw hurt, as if he was trying to feel through my cheeks. My lungs were on fire, my heart hammering with increasing difficultly against my ribs.
His cock stretched my entrance when Darren thrust his hips, and my eyes fluttered before rolling all the way back. Ecstasy sloshed violently through me as that wonderful crest Darren had been shoving me towards suddenly disappeared. Finally releasing my face, he reached to swipe my clit furiously as his hips ground against mine.
My knees almost hit my face as I spasmed wildly from the force of my orgasm. Wetness splattered my thighs and abdomen, and I ground my teeth against the pleasure that beat against my eye sockets. So much pressure built in my head that my ears popped, and my face grew hot. Tightening around Darren’s cock, my pussy throbbed fiercely, and I could faintly hear him whispering frantically—urging me on. Coaxing me higher. Pushing me deeper into the thick, red clouds that hung heavy in my skull.
Even without his hand blocking my airways, I couldn’t breathe, and I shuddered violently. Cramps shot through my legs when Darren pushed them far apart, the weight of his eyes on me shifting down to watch himself disappear inside me. His long, deep strokes slowed my heart rate dangerously, and I clenched when he pulled back.
All the energ
y seeped from my body into the mattress, and I couldn’t blink. I was so drained that I couldn’t even shiver, barely able to summon the ability to take shallow, useless breaths.
Being a wet sack wasn’t usually a compliment, but I was spent. My brain just couldn’t handle that notion, and I let out a little, hysterical giggle. Above me, Darren paused, and I tried to hold back my laughter before it came flying out in a hail of raspberries and spittle. Somehow managing to cover my mouth, I turned my head away.
He grabbed my wrist to easily toss my palm away from my face.
Flames licked my sides as all that pent-up euphoria released itself, and my giggling lightened the dense, thick atmosphere.
Gently cupping my chin, Darren forced me to face him, but I couldn’t see him beyond the blurring of my vision. Caressing my jaw and cheek, down my nose, only intensified my mirth. He thumbed away my tears caressed along my lips.
I snorted as my abused throat spasmed.
He friggen chuffed as I dissolved into seal-clapping, silent giggles, and I lost it. For a long moment, Darren just stared at me with dancing, dark eyes before shaking his head, and that made me laugh more.
Sitting back on his heels, Darren ran his hand through his hair as the other one tossed my leg around him. A resounding clap sounded when my thighs collided, and I was one missed gasp from dying.
20
Darren
Smiling faintly when Delilah’s giggles seeped out of the bathroom on waves of steam, I rolled my lips between my teeth. She sounded so happy, like she held all her laughter from the past five years and had just let out, and now she couldn’t get it back in again. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve been upset or confused about why she started laughing on the first thrust.
But Delilah was my girl, and I wasn’t so insecure that I questioned her. Whatever she was laughing about, it wasn’t my performance. Even if it is, it’s not like that.
“So much for hiking up the hotel bill.” Rubbing my jaw at my own mumble, I shook my head a little, as I glanced at the open bathroom door.
Delilah was drunk on her own emotions, and I was perfectly okay with how far we’d gone in hindsight.
“I don’t want to do this in another hotel room, anyway.” My small smile fell with this statement, and I sat back to brace myself on my arms. Staring at the spot where the carpet became tile, I held back a sigh as this morning flashed behind my lids when I blinked. I’d put banging in hotel rooms behind when I moved here, but Delilah didn’t seem to understand why it was so important to me. These intimate moments with her shouldn’t be left behind in a room we’d never enter again. Being in America is making me soft.
“You okay, Darren?”
Lifting my head sharply, I twisted at Delilah’s question.
He wandered over to me wrapped in just a towel. Holding her hands out, she smiled softly, her beautiful, green eyes twinkling so brightly they threatened to blind me. My fingertips slid along her smooth, damp palms, and her pale skin noticeably skittered as I stood up.
Turning to sidle up against my chest, Delilah wrapped my arms around her, and I squeezed firmly as the smell of her wafted up to cloud my brain. She was so soft and warm, her ass a prefect cradle for my cock as we swayed gently side to side. Closing my eyes, I rested my cheek on her crown, and she sunk deeper against me.
“I wish Aleksander tried to kill me years ago.” Shivering against my chest, Delilah hummed at my mumble, and I unfurled my fingers from her hand to caress her throat. “I don’t think he’ll try again.”
“That’s one thing I’ve learned...Carlyle’s operations aren’t very dramatic. It’s nothing like the movies. It’s almost boring, but no one wants to say that because they want it to be.”
I loved the feeling of her voice against my palm and I flexed my fingers. My hand tingled with the urge to just squeeze.
Delilah tilted her head to catch my eyes from under her thick lashes. “That’s what you want? Boring?”
“Whatever I want, it’ll involve you, Delilah.” Her little gasp when I squeezed her slender throat was nirvana, and she bit her thick lower lip. “This...this transfer...it’s not easy, but I will do it. For you. For us. Even Carlyle will do well to stay out of my way.”
“Scary...”
But I could smell it—how much my declaration turned her on.
Delilah pushed herself on her tiptoes to kiss me.
Shuffling to push her onto the bed, my thighs quivered with the need to finish what we’d started this morning. Wrapping both my palms around her neck, I straddled Delilah’s waist to stare down her steadily reddening face.
Fuck...She was so God damned beautiful with her parted lips and watering eyes...
“I know what you said, but I can’t help it, Delilah. This…this undeniable need to atone for all the terrible hurt I did to you...” Thumbing her jaw on both sides, I ground my teeth as her rasping breaths intensified. “Let me. Don’t tell me not to be a good man for you. You may have forgiven me, but I haven’t forgiven me.”
Faint bruises had started budding on her pale skin while she was in the shower, and I took my palms away hastily.
The red drained from Delilah’s cheeks, and she wheezed and sputtered a little. Heaving ragged breaths, her lips trembled as tiny tears dripped down the sides of her face. But when her red-rimmed eyes met mine, they glimmered with trust and determination. Hoisting herself onto wobbly arms, Delilah sniffed hard, and her towel unraveled from her body to pool around her abdomen.
My heart throbbed against my ribs and I held my breath.
She smiled a little guiltily. “I never meant to invalidate your feelings...I just don’t want to get caught up in what didn’t happen.” Licking her lips, Delilah cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, Darren.”
My cheek twitched as I sat back. “I accept. Are you excited for today?” I climbed off her to reach under the bed. Pulling her bag out to plop it next to her, I sat on the other side to watch her flick through her clothes. Her words came flooding back to me—it was impossible to describe an American fair to someone that had never been to one.
Excitement warmed my blood, and I leaned down to grope for my sneakers. Just walking around this city with Delilah was something I’d only dreamed of. Not having to worry about being sniped, not having to drive through mud-hut villages— even having a car was so out of place where I worked that it drew immense attention.
Not having to wear a bullet proof vest and being followed by a gaggle of people less trained than myself was a weight I had never realized was so heavy.
A soft knock on the door drowned out my thoughts, and I stood up as Delilah pulled a flowy, red shirt over her head. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that she paused, her lips thinning as her eyes lost focus. Concern formed a crease between my brows, but I let it be for now as I opened the door.
Reece stood on the other side, brown eyes meeting mine to narrow in distaste as he took a step forward.
I automatically held out a hand to stop him. My eyelids twitched in agitation, that warmth in my chest morphing into something more dangerous.
He arched a brow. “I’m not interested in your half-naked girlfriend, Darren. I’d rather not give you a gun under the watchful eye of Uncle Sam.”
Before I could even open my mouth to protest, Reece held up a hand at me. “And before you say it, your gun is unregistered and illegal, and it’ll get you deported in a heartbeat. From now on, you work for Carlyle, even if in name only. You’re a legal U.S. resident. Your gun needs to be legal, too.”
Tension rippled down my back in powerful waves. “...Right. Of course.” I stepped out of the way for him, and Reece crossed the threshold as my frown deepened. “Is this all you people do? Go on trips and occasionally take a job, but basically...do nothing?”
“Why is everyone always so surprised at how boring this life is?” Reece countered. “You, of all people, should know that once you hit a certain level, everything evens out. Sure, things are boring, but would you rather b
e in the Middle East dodging bullets in a shitty Toyota?” Reece glanced around the room before gazing at me steadily, expectantly.
I shook my head.
“Thought not. If you want danger and thrill, there’s places for that. Here, that life is optional. I’d say you missed all the real dangerous drama by about 3 years. Unless you count Riley’s parents’ divorce as a life-threatening situation.”
“I definitely do not want any more people trying to kill me.” Shutting the door firmly as I spoke, my gaze flickered to Delilah.
she glared daggers at Reece.
My lip twitched up as amusement tickled my heart, but I couldn’t watch her hate him when he held out a plain, grey pistol. “Thank you.”
“Considering you were here for a few hours and got into shit with the local racists, it’s better to be prepared. A word of advice...” Reece gripped the barrel tight as I held the grip, and his sharp eyes pierced mine.
No wonder Delilah hates him. He’s a no-nonsense guy.
“Don’t do that again. Here, unfortunately, we have laws, and if you just go up and punch someone, and that guy kills you, no one will get revenge for you. No one will get in trouble. I’d even hazard a guess you’d be the butt of some ridicule for it, once you’re in the ground.”
21
Delilah
“I know this is your home, and you’re patching up things with your parents, but...next time...let’s meet somewhere there isn’t a swastika on the flagpoles.”
I was horrified into silence, staring up at the abomination flailing in the wind. The black on white on red was startlingly, and my stomach roiled dangerously.
A strong arm wrapped around my waist, but Darren’s voice was thick with distaste. “Maybe Disneyland...Tokyo.”
