Delia Bay

by Lauren Cooper

  “You’re such a dude” I shake my head, snapping myself out of it and desperately trying to think nothing of it. I quickly pull my top over my head, revealing the light grey sports bra I’d chosen to wear for comfort and regretting not choosing my more seductive set. How was I supposed to know we were actually going to get naked? Of course, I’d hoped we would, but I didn’t actually believe we would. I relish in the sharp intake of breath Reid blows out on a slow release across the coffee table. I lick my lips before grabbing a ball and aiming it at one of his remaining cups, paying no attention to my barely covered chest. As much as I was aware of this persons’ pain I was also starkly blindsided by the pain he has suffered. I may not know what it is, but I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. Given that he was here, with me, now, I had to help him forget for a while. And so, I played. I played him damned well and our game ended with both of us in just our underwear, sat in my living room with the alcohol buzz swarming with the thunderstorm around us, frying our brains and any rational thought along with it.

  Whispers & Whiskey

  WHAT THE FUCK WAS I doing? I could drink myself stupid at the best of times, but tonight with Luna was unbearable. From the second she’d suggested we play a game I was done for. What were we? Fucking kids? I hadn’t played a game in years, but I found myself agreeing. It was foreign. As if the words leaving my lips weren’t really me, but rather someone else entirely. Someone I was long ago. Someone who died the same day Aurora did and would never ever come back. Or so I thought. I was laughing, joking and playing with this blonde boho chick as if my past didn’t exist. It was bliss for those few moments in time not to feel the gaping, black hole in my chest.

  I don’t know what I was thinking when I dared her to take her top off, the darkness within me consumed every inch of me as she peeled the fabric away and revealed her tanned, toned stomach to me. It was the first time in forever that I’d wanted to run my tongue along another’s skin. To taste something other than my own blood. My heart rate had increased ten-fold by the time our game was finished, both of us sat in nothing but our underwear, our clothes in a heap on the old wood floor beside us. My blood hummed in my veins, my heart thrashing against my chest for the beautiful woman in front of me. All curves and toned muscles, long blonde hair tied up in a messy up-do on the top of her head. Big, blue eyes staring innocently back at me, her breasts on display in that grey sports bra that barely contained them, calling out for me to grab them in my hands. The second she’d disposed of her flowy trousers I was hard. Rock fucking solid behind my jeans for a girl I hardly knew and was probably too naïve to understand. Did I care? Yes. As she inched closer to me, her floral scent wafting up my nose from her too-pure skin. Add that to the fact that we’re in her apartment and the whole scenario almost drowns me. My heart skips a few beats as she crawls towards me once, twice before coming to a rest in front of me, her lips inches away from mine like a prowling cat after its prey in the wild.

  Did I care that Luna was the one chasing me right now? Fuck no.

  Like I said, I’m not fucking celibate, but this girl is different. Like Aurora was different. And it’s fucking terrifying.

  The only sound in the room is our breaths, panting and wanting as we war with one another silently. Does she want this? Do I want this?

  I know the second I push this too far with Luna there will be no going back. This isn’t some holiday fling I can get up and leave in the morning. She’s like a pure version of the Venus fly trap, drawing me in and holding me there. Except I know she doesn’t mean it, she’s too .... nice.

  The kiss on the beach was electrifying, something I only told myself I agreed to at the time because I wanted her to shut up, when in reality I was the one who had closed the remaining gap between us. I wanted her to stop the gorgeous pouting and get over the fact that no one¸ was going to let her surf in a damned thunderstorm, let alone me. Granted, she could throw every statistic at me about how safe it was, but I’d never agree to it. I couldn’t have another death on my conscience.

  My angry thoughts are interrupted when Luna inhales, her breasts rising and falling against the thin fabric of her bra. On instinct my right arm reaches up, tentatively brushing the side of her full breast with my thumb. The sharp intake of breath she releases is enough to get my attention, her soft skin beneath my fingers, her fingertips like feathers dancing on my skin as she tentatively dances them across my biceps.

  Did I plan on hooking up down here? Fuck no. A few college students here on spring break maybe but a resident? That was sketchy enough in itself, but right now I could give a fuck. Luna was beautiful, a bright light in my darkness, guiding me to somewhere other than certain death. That in itself was dangerous, but I couldn’t resist the adrenaline rush, or the twitching in my cock that was telling me to grow the fuck up and get over it. When my mouth crashed against hers for the second time that night, it was like a pure shot of heroin to my system, forcing every nerve ending to come alive after they’d lain dormant for so many years.

  “Luna...” I growl, pulling away slightly from her flaming lips.

  “Shut up Reid” she wraps her hand around the back of my neck, pulling me down to her level and giving me no other choice but to kiss her. Crawling onto my lap, she wraps her long legs around my waist, the heat of her skin brushing mine almost sets me on fire. My hands find her back, holding her closer as her breathing increases, forcing her boobs to press against my chest.

  “What are you so afraid of Reid?” she mumbles against my lips, her blue eyes watching me intently. I’ll admit I had to swallow the bile in my stomach at her question. Something so simple could rip open my skin like there was a thousand blades there instead of words. What was I so afraid of? Usually fuck all, right now the blonde on my lap threatened to combust my world into teeny tiny shards that I would never be able to put back together. Any other girl I’d been happy to service and then leave, saying no thank you to the pleasantries and baby albums as I left, never to be seen again. I wasn’t that man. I never would be again. Maybe it was the fact that Delia was a new place, somewhere I still wasn’t used to, but I found my lips moving without me even considering the words that were leaving them.

  “Life” I whisper before I run my palms up the soft skin of her spine, coming to the dip of her shoulders and her neck. I don’t give her a chance to speak when she watches my face for a brief second because I slam our lips together. We’ve come this far, I’m not turning back now. My head would torture me, and my cock would hate me.

  The thick shaft between my legs bounces as she moves her hips closer to me, the warmth of her sweet pussy hitting me like molten lava.

  “Stop now if you don’t want this Luna” I manage to say somehow as she grinds her beautiful core against me. The feeling is sensational, no scratch that it’s fucking amazing. When was the last time I felt like I’d come in my pants the second a girl so much as looked at me?

  “Fuck” I pull her thick bottom lip between my teeth, the taste of blood lacing my mouth. I strike my tongue swiftly across her skin, lapping up the pain I caused, the same pain she didn’t so much as flinch at.

  “Reid” she moans, forcing my cock to jut against her once more. I leave her neck, my lips absentmindedly having found their way there and bring one arm around to her front, forcing the fabric of her bra down. A round breast bobs in my face, calling out at me to lick at the already taught nipple. My tongue darts out past my lips before I can second guess what I’m actually doing, the sweet and salty taste of her skin takes over my mouth and I find myself sucking more of her into me. With her hands in my hair I can’t tear myself away from her taste, it’s too much...too intense.

  My head wars with my heart as visions of Aurora filter in my head briefly, I feel that same damned guilt every time there’s a mere possibility of fucking another girl, but what the hell am I supposed to do? I can’t have Aurora.

  She’s dead.

  Pain laced with arousal mixes in my stomach, Luna’s hand tightening in m
y hair and tugging on the too-long strands forces me to release her beautiful skin from my lips.

  “Don’t lie to me Reid. You can’t lie around here” she breathes, her fruity breath washing over my skin, as she detangles herself from me. I’m instantly cold when her skin leaves mine. I get the perfect view of her round ass as she walks to the kitchen in nothing but her underwear. Unfortunately for me, she rearranges her bra, so her boob is put away and when she comes back, she looks like a fucking chocolate cake draped in nothing but underwear, carrying a bottle of Jack.

  “Are all you people like this?”

  “You’ll never get away with being the old guy on his porch with a shot gun here Reid. Delia is a family and you became a part of that the minute you arrived”

  “I don’t want a family”

  “Tough Shit. You’ve got one” she smirks.

  “Drink?” She cocks her hip against the counter.

  “Sure” my lips, again, move with their own accord as she walks towards me, popping the top of the whiskey bottle.

  “Life is shit sometimes, we need friends to get us through it” she shrugs as she thrusts the dark bottle in my direction.

  “I get by on my own” I huff, my chest puffing out slightly before I take a swig from the bottle. The amber liquid laces down my throat but it’s a comfort I rarely seek anymore. Numbness gets you nowhere, you might as well be dead. It’s better to suck up the damned courage and feel all the pain life wants to throw at you right in the center of your chest first as last and save yourself all the goddamned heart ache. When it’s your heart that’s broken, no amount of alcohol is going to numb that pain. Nothing will, no doctor can stich up your wounded organ, no tablets can take away the sickness in your stomach, no slice to your wrist can eliminate the pressure growing in your veins. Nothing will take that away until you admit the pain you’re feeling is fucking you up....am I ready for that? Fuck no. How do you explain that to someone? That you’re hurt but not physically? There are no scars for emotional pain...people just don’t get it. Your head is fucked, you can’t function properly, no matter how badly you try. You can’t move forward, it’s like that last moment that sent you over the edge has you super glued to the spot and you’re destined to spend the rest of your life in limbo. The what if’s run circles around you, what if I hadn’t have gone to work that night? What if they never had that car crash? What if I never got her fucking pregnant in the first place? What if...what if we’d all lived, and I’d be a husband and father right now?

  “You can talk to me if you’d like” Luna shrugs her shoulders after she takes a seat on the floor beside me, leaning her back against the sofa. I hand her the bottle of jack and watch as she takes a hefty sip.

  “I’m good” I scrunch my nose up, the whiskey warming my belly nicely.

  “Whatever” she says quietly but without malice in her voice.

  “You’re a good kisser” she smiles smugly, her innocence coming to the surface without her even knowing it and I guiltily let my eyes wander down her front. Luna may be pure and white in my otherwise murky eyes but deep down there’s an element of maturity in her that I can’t seem to leave alone. Or rather, she won’t leave me alone.

  “I’m better between the sack” I huff, the confidence that alcohol brings with it clearly making its way to the surface. Grabbing the glass bottle from her small hand and taking a shot, the little dove needs to know what type of man she’s messing with.

  “Oh yeah? Is that a promise?” she cocks a perfect blonde eyebrow in my direction, her long lashes fanning her flushed cheeks.

  “Sure, is little dove” I laugh a little, my balls tightening as I hand her back the bottle, our fingers brushing ever so slightly.

  “Little dove?” she questions before taking the glass bottle to her lips once more.

  “You’re too pure for this planet” I mumble, watching as she swallows the glorious liquid without even the slightest wince on her pretty face.

  “What the hell are you talking about?” she laughs, the beautiful sound settling itself deep within my core, the heat of the summer air and the warm whiskey in my otherwise empty stomach has me feeling all weird. Call me whatever, but being here with Luna, in her apartment, with the too-bright, colorful furniture and lace curtains everywhere, I feel safe. It’s as if life can’t get to me here, the same way it can’t get to me at the cabin, I’m far away from everyone and everything that could ever make me feel the same pain as Aurora did.

  Instead of answering her question, I find myself on my knees and pressing my lips to hers, silencing the thousands of questions I know she wants to ask, the swollen flesh meeting mine and sending a nuclear blast to my balls. To my total surprise she continues my kiss, her tongue delving deep into my mouth and swirling around as if she’s tasting every deep, dark part of me as possible as she shuffles us until she’s straddling me, her toned thighs encasing mine and her warm center hanging just above mine. I don’t argue but my cock has other ideas when it shoves against her core once again.

  “Jesus” she moans lightly, her head thrown back and her long blonde hair cascading down her back from the lose bun at the top her head. I take the opportunity to grab onto a couple of strands, forcing her neck to stay in that beautiful arched position, as I rip my hardened muscle from the confines of my jeans.

  “Reid” she groans as she shoves the fabric of her panties to the side, the glistening skin of her too-pretty pussy calling out to me. The burning in my veins only intensifies, as it always does. The guilt coursing through me that I’m still here, still feeling as Aurora lays beneath the dirt feeling nothing.

  “Fuck me” Luna pleads against my lips, her soft skin brushing mine as she works her way further down my shaft. My head almost implodes with her forwardness, the chicks I’ve been with usually put in half the work and then they’re done. Not Luna, she’s attacking my lips and yanking at the waistband of my pants as if she’s desperate for it and I’d be a lying son of a bitch if I said that didn’t turn me on.

  “Needy little thing aren’t you?”

  The teasing is too much, her wetness proof of how I make her feel, her heat the most innocent invite I’ve ever received into the depths of a woman. My tip finds her entrance, dragging a rugged moan from Luna as I pull her closer to me. I warned her, there was something different about her that had my heart skipping beats and my balls aching with the mere possibilities ahead.

  I couldn’t say no to this beautiful woman as she climbed atop me again.

  I couldn’t.

  The words wouldn’t form in my mouth and my lips slammed against hers for the hundredth time tonight before I could even tell you own name.

  “Jesus Christ Luna” my voice wavers as I attach my hands to her again, the feel of her skin against mine grounding me to the here and now.

  “Fuck me” she gasps against my cheek as my cock brushes her sensitive folds. My head brushes against her wetness, the electrocution sending shock waves of pleasure to my core without even being inside her yet. Instinctively I push her to her back, the soft mewl leaving her lips makes me even harder if that’s even a possibility, but as I lay her arched back on the rug on her living room floor I get a vulnerable glance into her crystal blue eyes.

  Bright, shining blues stare back at me as if she’s expecting me to change her whole god damned world.... well guess what? I’m not. I’m every girl’s worst nightmare. I showed her just how much of a total fuck up I was as I climbed over her curvy body and shoved my cock into her without so much as a feel for her wetness. I wasn’t gentle the further I pushed myself into her, the moan ripping through her had my balls tightening so damned hard it was a blessing I didn’t come right then and there.

  “Fuck Reid” she hisses as she latches her hands onto my biceps.

  “Sorry” I lift my torso from hers, glancing quickly into her eyes only to realize that’s I’ve done anything but hurt her. I move my hips a little, feeling her warmth stretching as I do and the pleasure that rips through her
face has it contorting and damn that’s a fine fucking sight.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes!” she tilts her back, pushing her beautiful boobs in my direction. I pull the fabric down and bend to latch onto her nipple, relishing in the taste once more. Luna clenches around me and that’s enough to send a man to his grave. I move faster, thrusting my hips forwards and backwards hitting her end and loving her moans as I do. I’m not gentle, I take and take and take from her, with punishingly harsh strokes Luna writhes all over my cock until she’s almost mad with need.

  “Reid! Fuck please make me come” her baby blues stare up at me, glistening with pleasure and anticipation.

  “You don’t even know me Luna. What makes you think I’m going to make you come?” I thrust deeply once, watching as her stomach contracts against the pleasure.

  “You’re not a jerk” she grits, her perfect teeth clenching together.

  “Wrong. But I have manners” I nod a little breathless before I bring my thumb to her little nub of nerves. I can feel her heartbeat pounding against my thumb as I circle her clit, making her pussy clench even tighter around me. Little dove is so responsive to my touch and when I lower my head back to her boobs, pulling her tight little nipple into my mouth and nibbling on it slightly, I push her over the edge and watch with an open mouth as she orgasms all over me. The view is amazing, her chest rising and falling, her nails digging into my skin and clawing at my insides, those gorgeous baby blues roll slightly into the back of her head and my chest constricts with a feeling I haven’t felt for years. My balls pull tighter and the tingling at the bottom of my spine spreads across my body as I continue my harsh thrusts into her before my own orgasm spills into her.

  I collapse on top of her, bracing my weight on my arms and burying my face in her neck. It’s probably one of the worst ideas I’ve ever had because her beautiful skin smells divine and I can’t stop nuzzling into her. A delicate hand dances across my spine, her fingertips follow each dip and curve of the muscles there. My body feels tired, a feeling I only usually achieve after a strenuous workout or drinking myself stupid. It’s intoxicating, her smell, her touch and the soft sound of her breathing beneath me has my eyes closing and my own breathing slows to match hers. With her heart beat in my ear I fall asleep, feeling the safest I’ve felt in a long while, almost as if waking up tomorrow won’t be so bad after all, as long as Luna’s there.