Until Delilah

by Harlow Layne

  “It won’t happen, but if it does, I promise to let you know.” He lets me play with his fingers for a few moments before he speaks again. “Are you feeling better? Enough to go back outside?”

  “I think so, but I need to stay away from the smell of food until I get over the queasiness.”

  Cocking his head to the side, he asks. “Did you feel like this with your first pregnancy?”

  “I wasn’t sick for a day of it, but from what I’ve read, they’re all different. The only reason I knew I was pregnant with Beck was because I didn’t have my period for two months.”

  “Maybe I should read a book, so I know what to expect. I’m new to all of this. When my mom, was pregnant with Molly, I was young and don’t remember a whole lot about it.”

  He needs to shut up before I make him stay in here with me while he has a yard full of guests. How is this man so damn perfect?

  There’s a soft knock on the door before my mom peeks in. “The food’s here and everyone’s waiting on you to come out before they start eating.”

  “We’ll be right out,” I say as I sit up on the bed. Once she leaves, I get up on my knees and kiss Max’s cheek, realizing I didn’t brush my teeth after throwing up. “Thanks for coming in here to check up on me and easing my mind once again. I can’t wait for our date tomorrow.”

  “I wish we didn’t have the whole team here with their parents right now, but I’ll have to settle for some alone time with you tomorrow.” He dips down and I think he’s going to kiss me again, but turns his head and kisses the corner of my mouth. Raising his head, his eyes lock onto mine. “Hopefully we can redo the end of our kiss and more. Tomorrow.”

  11

  Max

  Ryder, Delilah’s dad, stares at me from across the room as he says something to Delilah. He’s been glaring at me all morning as if he knows what I have planned for his daughter once he leaves. He wouldn’t be wrong, but damn, I’ve never had a dad know my intentions before.

  “Bye, guys, have fun and good luck,” Delilah says as she waves them off and closes the front door.

  She turns to me, her dark hair fanning out behind her, and places her hands on her hips. “What’s with you and my dad?”

  I lick my lips, wanting my hands on those lush hips of hers. I’ve been dying to sink my fingers into her supple flesh while inside of her.

  Her pink lips form an ‘O’ before she starts to walk toward me. The sway of her hips hypnotizes me, making me unable to look at anything else until she’s standing right in front of me. Only then do I lift my gaze to her face.

  “Are you saying my dad caught you looking at me that way?” Her creamy skin pinks up at the notion.

  My hands grip her by the waist and pull her between my legs. Her hands come to my shoulders. “If I had to guess, I’d say yes. It’s not my fault you’re too enticing not to stare at and daydream about.”

  “You sure do know how to flatter a woman, Mr. Black.” She takes me in as she stands before me. One hand moves slowly to play with the hair at the nape of my neck.

  Never has a woman’s touch made me as hard as I am in this moment, and it’s innocent as all hell.

  “Maybe you’ll let me use my mouth in other ways. Perhaps we can recreate our first kiss without you running off on me,” I say before I pull her down on top of me, and she straddles my lap.

  She looks away from me before she says. “You mean get sick.”

  I didn’t want to bring up yesterday and her being sick. I hadn’t meant for us to have our first kiss in front of God and everyone else, but I lost myself in her. Something I find I do all too often when I’m with her. The draw to Delilah is a visceral thing that I have no intention of ignoring. I pride myself on my instincts and my instincts tell me the woman looking down at me with her big blue eyes is the one for me. I just have to make her see it.

  “I’m going to believe it’s from the baby growing inside of you and not that I’ve been lied to all my life about my kissing skills.” I chuckle. I’ve had no complaints in the past. In fact, I’ve only had exemplary remarks, but I’m not going to say that to her.

  “Oh, I can attest you’ve got nothing to worry about. You’re one hell of a kisser, but maybe you’d like to try it again just to make sure.”

  I hum, liking this playful side of her. She’s finally relaxed around me and not fighting what she feels. Because I know for damn sure, Delilah feels exactly what I’m feeling, and it scares the hell out of her.

  Cupping the back of her head with the palm of my hand, I pull her down to me until I can smell her minty breath and wait for her to close the distance. I’m only giving her this one last time to take control to make sure this is exactly what she wants, and after that, I’m going to consume her body, mind, and spirit.

  Licking her lips, her pupils dilate until the black almost completely takes over her irises. It feels like an eternity as she eliminates the small amount of space between us, but when her lips touch mine, the world stops and takes a breath before it starts all over again.

  I sweep my tongue inside her mouth and devour her as she crushes her body to mine. I can feel the heat of her pussy through the fabric of my jeans as she slowly rubs herself on me to the rhythm of our kiss.

  There’s nothing I want more than to lay her down on the couch and have my way with her, but I want our first time not to be remembered as desperate even if it is the truth.

  Wrapping my arms around her, I stand. Her legs wrap around my waist as she breaks the kiss and nibbles along my jaw. I let one hand slide down her back and slip into the back of her leggings that make her ass look downright delectable. As I walk us upstairs to my bedroom, I find she doesn’t have on any panties and she’s slick and bare for me.

  “Fucking hell, woman. I haven’t even seen your pussy yet, and I’m already in love.” I can’t wait to have her spread out on my bed to taste her.

  Her teeth latch onto my ear and bite, causing my dick to kick in my jeans. If there was any doubt in my mind about Delilah being made for me, that right there, washed it away.

  I quicken my strides and the second I step into my bedroom, I kick the door closed and lock it. No one—and I mean no one is going to interrupt me from taking this woman.

  Removing my hand from her leggings, I let her body slide down mine. Once her feet hit the floor, I’m down on my knees and divesting her of every stitch of clothing she has on until she’s standing in front of me, letting me see every inch of her creamy, perfect skin.

  “Lean back on the bed,” I order, gruffly. Once she does as I say, I throw her legs over my shoulders, and run my hands up the inside of her thighs, and spread her wide for me. Her bare pussy is pink and glistening just for me, and I can’t wait to get a taste of her.

  I start my descent when she grabs my hair and stops me. My eyes dart from where I want to be and then up to her face. “Take off your clothes, big man. I want to be able to see and touch you.”

  I swear if it’s possible my dick just grew from its already aching state behind my zipper. I’m happy free it from the confines of my tight jeans.

  Standing, I don’t take my eyes off her as I remove my t-shirt and start to unbutton my pants. Delilah gets up on her elbows and watches hungrily as I slowly slide my jeans down my thighs, taking my boxer briefs with them. My hard cock springs free and slaps against my stomach. I can feel a drop of pre-cum make its way down my shaft as I step out of my pants and toss them to the side.

  From the hungry look in her eyes, I can tell she likes what she sees, but I still ask. “Do you like what you see, beauty?”

  Biting her bottom lips, she nods and motions for me to come closer. As if she had to ask. I’m about two seconds away from diving into her pussy and nothing is going to stop me.

  Kneeling at the end of the bed, I hook her legs over my arms, making her open wide for me. I look up to find her still up on her elbows watching me. “Let’s see if you taste as good as you look.”

  Sweeping down, I flatten my tongue
as I lick her from back to front in one long lick. The taste of her honey has me plunging my tongue deep into her core to get an even better taste. Delilah’s hips shoot off the bed and she lets out a breathy moan.

  Throwing one leg over my shoulder, I suck on her lips and swirl my tongue around her tight bud before I go back to fucking her with it. I can’t get enough of the way she tastes. She’s the finest honey I’ve ever partaken in.

  My thumb moves to circle her clit as I lick along her folds and back inside. She writhes against my face, wanting more and I oblige. Switching, I dip two fingers inside and start to pump and use my tongue to lick and circle around her bundle of nerves. When her legs start to shake and she grinds her pussy into my face, I slip a third finger inside, stretching her wide and suck hard on her clit.

  One hand pulls at the short strands of my hair while the other grips my bicep like she never wants to let me go.

  Delilah’s back arches as her legs clamp around my head, silently begging me not to stop, and I don’t. I keep pumping and licking as her walls clamp down on my fingers. Slowing my fingers until they’re sliding in and out of her in languid strokes, I bring her down. Slowly her body starts to relax into the bed, and she lets out a little purr.

  I place a kiss on her inner thigh and crawl onto the bed. My arms wrap around her as I bring us both up to the top of my bed where I leave her to catch her breath. Delilah’s eyes are closed, and she has a serene smile on her face. Without opening them, she turns her head to me. “How am I ever going to get anything done now that I’ve felt your mouth on me? If I’m not forcing you between my legs, I’m going to be daydreaming about it.”

  Bringing myself up onto my elbow, I look down at her and chuckle. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” Dipping down, I run my tongue along the seam of her lips, needing another taste of her. She opens and sucks my tongue into her mouth.

  One second I’m tasting and relishing every part of her mouth and the next she pushes me onto my back and is on top of me. I’m not going to complain though. I like the sight of Delilah sitting on me with her heavy breasts there for me to touch, suck, and weigh.

  Reaching around behind herself, Delilah takes me in her hand and starts to stroke as she rubs her ass on me as well. “Tell me your clean,” she pants, her blue eyes intense as they stare down at me.

  “Yeah,” I nod, my hands reaching up and pinching the pink tips of her nipples. Fucking hell if I don’t want to slip inside of her bare. In all my years, I’ve never been with a woman that way and now I know why. It’s meant to be with Delilah. “I want to be inside of you without anything between us,” I husk out. I don’t even recognize my own voice it’s so coated with need for her.

  Without a word, Delilah raises up and positions me at her entrance. Never once does she break eye contact as she slowly sinks down on my length. Once she’s fully seated, she tilts her head back and moans the most exquisite sound I’ve ever heard in my life.

  With her hands on my stomach, she starts to move up and down and rocks on my cock. “You’re so damn big. I feel like I’m going to split in two. I need…” she says breathlessly and starts to move a little faster.

  Knowing what she needs, my hands move on their own accord. One goes to her hip to help her move while the other moves between her legs. I make slow circular movements with my thumb on her clit and feel her walls flutter around me. I’ve never seen anything hotter than this woman who’s riding me and using me for her pleasure.

  Each time she comes up, my hips follow her, wanting my cock deep inside of her at all times. When she starts to swivel her hips as she meets the base of my shaft, I nearly lose my load. Holy fucking shit, she’s going to unman me in a matter of minutes. But I can’t hold back. Everything about her makes my body feel more alive than it ever has, even out on the field. Every nerve ending is sparking to life as pleasure and heat course through my body.

  “Fucking hell, you’re a dream come true. Ride me and let me coat your insides with my cum.” From underneath her, I start to pump my hips faster. I coat my thumb with her juices and rim her tight hole until she starts to press back against the pressure. When her walls start to flutter, I press inside, making her heat pulse around me and milk my cock.

  Sitting up, I drive into her. Taking her mouth with mine until she breaks away, and lets out a heady moan that has my cock jerking inside of her and letting stream after stream of my seed coat her insides.

  Delilah goes limp against me while I pump in and out of her, drawing out the last of our releases. She’ll be lucky if I ever let her out of my bed again, and if she fights me, I’ll tie her down until she’s my willing slave.

  12

  Delilah

  I’ve almost fallen asleep when Max slaps my ass and sits up with my body draped across his. I must make a sound of protest because he chuckles and squeezes me tight.

  “As much as I would love to stay in bed with you all day, I promised you a date and I’m a man of my word. Plus, your dad might kill me if they come back, and I’ve got you naked in my bed.”

  Lifting my head, I smile at him. While Max is always handsome, right now with his hair a mess, completely naked, and a relaxed smile on his face, he looks younger and even more gorgeous than normal.

  Running my fingertip over his full bottom lip, I ask, “How is it you look better after sex while I’m sure I look like a complete mess?”

  Leaning in, he touches his nose to mine. The feel of his hot breath skating across my face has me closing my eyes and willing my body to calm down. “If this is you messy, I don’t want to see you any other way.” He climbs off the bed with me in his arms as if I’m as light as a feather and carries me into his bathroom. “Get cleaned up, so I can take you on our date.”

  It’s sweet he wants to take me out when we have the whole house to ourselves when I’m not sure the next time we’ll be alone is.

  He sits me down on the cool counter and leans a hip against it as he looks me over. His eyes are half-lidded when they meet mine. “Wouldn’t it be easier if I got ready in my own bathroom?”

  “This is your bathroom now. I don’t want you staying in the other room. I want you in my bed every night.”

  I tilt my head to the side and take him in. He’s serious, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. How will Beckham feel with me not being in the room next to his? And my parents are here.

  Biting my bottom lip, I look down at the toenail polish that’s starting to flake off. “Isn’t that moving things a little too fast?”

  “Did you not like being in my arms only a minute ago?” He crosses his arms over his chest, and I can’t help but watch his muscles with the movement.

  “I did.”

  “And did you not like fucking me?”

  “I more than like it, but—”

  “But what? We’re grown adults and I don’t want to waste time on something when I know it’s going to happen down the line, anyway.”

  The way he talks about us is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my life.

  “What about Beck? He’s used to being right next door to me.” I try to reason with him.

  “Tell him where you’ll be and if he needs you, he can come to you. If you want, we can sit down with him and see how he feels about us being together.”

  Leaning forward, I take his hand in mine. “You’d do that?”

  He steps to me and brings his other hand to my waist. His thumb rubs circles on my hip. “When are you going to realize I’d do just about anything for you? If it will put your mind at ease, I’ll happily talk to him.” His face hardens for a moment before he speaks again. “Did you share a bed with the asshole who hurt you?”

  I did, but I don’t want to voice it. I’d like to not think about Bradley for one day.

  He must take my silence as an answer. “If Beck doesn’t like it, we’ll figure something else out, but I want you in my bed.”

  I’m not sure if it’s because he’s older or because Max is Max, but I love his confidence
in us. He doesn’t try to fight me but explains himself so I can see his reasoning. Each day I spend with him, I fall a little more for him. I only hope he doesn’t let me fall flat on my face.

  “I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry.”

  Excitedly, I jump down. I can’t remember the last time I went on a date. Looking over my shoulder as I turn on the shower, I ask. “What are you going to do?”

  “I’m getting as far away from you as possible, so I don’t take that fine ass of yours from behind and we never make it out of the house. Meet me downstairs when you’re ready.”

  I watch as he walks into his closet before I step inside. The hot water coming from the pulsating beat from Max’s showerhead feels like a dream. I could stand under the spray all day, but when I see Max walk out of his closet and his eyes land on me, I rush to clean up, being mindful of the stitches on my hand. I’m not sure what he has planned, but whatever it is, I hope it leaves some time for sex before my parents get back.

  I’m not sure what they’re going to think about me moving into Max’s room, but I have a feeling they’ll understand. Their top priority is my happiness, and Max makes me happier than any man ever has.

  As I step out of the shower, I see Max come out of his closet again, and wonder what he’s been doing since he’s in the same clothes he walked out in earlier. After quickly drying off, I wrap a plush towel around my body ready to head back to my room to get dressed for the day only to stop dead in my tracks when I see all of my clothes have been moved. It’s not like I have much. I left pretty much everything I own back in Jackson, but to see my clothes hanging up next to Max’s brings a sense of belonging. Unsure where my underthings are, I spy one of my bags on top of the dresser in the middle of the closet and open it to find what little bathroom accessories I have inside. Unsure where the rest of my things are, I start to open the drawers, and find my bras and underwear in the first drawer I open.