Chasing Delia

by Aubrey Cara

  “What the…Jake?” Connar had definitely never done that.

  He put a hand in the center of her chest, pushing her down. Spreading her legs farther, he put his hands under her hips, raising her to his mouth.

  With the first flick of his tongue, she went still. For the second, he held her open and sucked places she had not been fully aware of until now. Her legs began to quiver. The hot press of his mouth against her feminine core sent her world spinning.

  Connar was a bastard, was her last coherent thought as jolts of pleasure washed over her body in crashing waves. She felt Jake ease a finger inside of her, pumping into her as he nibbled and sucked. She knew she should feel embarrassed by the wet sloppy sounds of his fingers and his mouth at her sex, but they only made her hotter. She arched, writhing her body rhythmically and striving toward an unknown goal. Soaring higher and higher her head thrashed as she moaned and pleaded for him to never stop.

  When she didn’t think she could take any more of his sweet torment, his rhythm grew stronger, adding another finger and pressing so far in and up her body bowed, keening in delight, as fireworks clouded her vision. Her sex clenched and spasmed, sending her world into orbit. She was dimly aware of crying out, a broken sob of satisfaction like she had never known before. She had never heard such a sound come from her mouth.

  Panting, her body eased back down on the satin cover quivering with little tremors as she slowly came back to herself. She was limp, with the exception of one hand she hadn’t realized she had fisted in Jake's hair. He laid his cheek on her stomach before kissing his way back up her body. He lightly kissed her, allowing her to taste her essence on his still wet lips, and feel his smile of satisfaction against her mouth.

  She touched her fingertips to his lips, mesmerized and still shocked by what had just happened. He rested his forehead against hers. Giving her a wicked grin he pressed his jean covered erection against her sensitive core, sending a shudder of delight down her entire body. “Did you enjoy that?”

  Did she enjoy that? Was he not in the room? With a breathless whisper she asked, “Are you fishing for compliments Captain?” She felt a shiver go through him as his eyes flared when she said Captain. Whoa yeah, he liked that. She tucked the knowledge away feeling all naughty and powerfully woman for the first time ever.

  “A man just likes to know when he’s appreciated.”

  “You arrogant man, you know you were.”

  Chuckling, he leaned down for slow, soft, long kiss. He broke away with a groan, rolling onto his back, his erection painfully obvious. She became very aware of her nakedness, pulling the side of the comforter over her.

  “You’re not going to…finish?” she said timidly looking pointedly at the tent in his pants, her cheeks flushing pink in sudden embarrassment.

  He groaned again, “If I were Catholic I would say this was my penitence. I promised Steven I wouldn’t do this.”

  Horror crossed her face. “Steven knew we were going to do this? He’s only eleven. How often do you do this, and why does he know about it?!”

  He chuckled as he gathered her into the side of his body, tucking her head under his chin. “Steven doesn’t know about this. Well, God I hope not, I’m not sure. We had a talk but I didn’t get into details,” he said, momentarily distracted. “Del, I, what I meant was, I wanted to take it slow with you. I promised Steven I wouldn’t mess things up with you, 'cause we both think you're pretty special.”

  She was glad her face was pressed into his chest and he couldn’t see the tears that formed in her eyes. His confession had been uttered with such sweet sincerity while he stroked her hair and upper back with such gentle care. On top of what had just happened, it was nearly her undoing. She wondered if she had ever been held like this before. She had never felt so cared for. Another part of the cloak of loneliness she had felt shrouded in her entire life tore away.

  They laid entwined for a few minutes. She was unable to trust her voice to speak without crying, so she just enjoyed being held. This languid, heavy limbed feeling after love making was new to her. She had always been quick to get up and wash. Now she couldn’t have moved if she wanted to, and they hadn’t even done the deed. She knew instinctively making love with Jake Forrester was going to be an experience she didn’t want to miss.

  When she finally broke the silence she said the first thing on her mind at that moment. “So that was an orgasm, huh? I always felt like I was missing something, like there should be more. I thought I was broken. I never understood why women would like sex so much.” Turning her face and looking up at him she asked, “Do you think I’ll enjoy the rest of it the way I enjoyed what you just did? Do you wanna try it?” Saying the last part she flushed with embarrassment but held her gaze steady.

  After what felt like eternity he threw his head back and laughed, playfully flipping her over onto her back he gave her a deep hungry kiss, pulling away only to devour her with his eyes.

  “Do I wanna try it? Del you’re killing me baby. I tell you I’m feeling guilty over foreplay and you ask me to ravish your delectable body? For your information I’m trying to take things slow.” The whole time he said this he nibbled and kissed her neck, playfully tickling her with his stubble. She never knew intimacy could ever be this fun and playful. She was twenty-nine years old and she felt like she was seventeen again, discovering the facts of life first hand, only so much better this time around.

  She felt like her life had been stunted, held in pause and she was only now waking up and living. She had discovered what real friends were and she loved Sally, Macy, and Kat. She loved working at the bakery, and she was pretty sure she had fallen a little in love with Jake. Any more than a little she wasn’t ready to contemplate.

  She couldn’t help thinking Connar leaving was the best thing that ever happened to her as Jake pulled off the comforter covering her.

  “Now I owe you a spanking.” Her cloud of contentment cleared a bit at his words.

  “Spanking? For what?”

  He brought himself down to cover her again. His weight felt delicious as he nibbled kisses down her neck. He paused in his kisses giving her a serious look. “Honestly, I've wanted to spank you since the day I saw you lying over that hospital bed, this delectable bottom covered in those big floral panties.” So saying he gave her tush a squeeze. “I won't ever be able to see big floral panties without getting an erection ever again.”

  She giggled and he continued, “Then you stole my wallet and I knew I didn't just want to spank you. You deserved a spanking,”

  At this she huffed, “Borrowed. I borrowed your money. I left all your credit cards, IDs and wallet.”

  He just gave her a stern look before continuing, “Then there is the fact you went out last night wearing little more than an eye patch as a shirt.”

  “I was wearing quite a bit more than an eye patch!”

  He continued as if she hadn't spoken, “And you proceeded to get so drunk you ended up puking and passing out on me. What if I hadn't been around last night, Del? What if some other guy had taken you home?”

  When put like that, she felt chastised. She had just needed to let go for a while, but drinking herself to oblivion at a bar wasn't the way to do it. She wanted to crawl into a hole as she remembered getting sick in front of him. A little bit on him. And in front of Steven. Maybe she'd feel better after a spanking. In a small voice she asked, “You really want to give me a spanking?”

  “Yes.”

  “I've never had a spanking before.”

  “Never? Not even when you were little?”

  “No, I was in and out of foster care. Foster parents aren't allowed to spank us. Only their own kids. The ones I was sent to mostly made me pray for forgiveness. And pray I didn't end up like my mama. And my mama, when she had me, was more likely to slap my face than my bottom. I got good at not being noticeable.”

  He pulled a face of concern, “Maybe this isn't a good idea.”

  “No” She grabbed him before he co
uld roll off her. “Please, I think you should spank me.” She wasn't sure why she was now trying to talk him into spanking her, but she knew at that moment that if he didn't spank her she'd be a little bit devastated. He wanted to spank her, she'd seen that desire clear across his face, and she wanted nothing more than to please him. “I do deserve a spanking Jake. I've been a naughty girl.”

  She said it matter of fact, but interest flared to life in his eyes, and a certain interest indicator pressed against her belly through his jeans, like she had been trying to be dirty. He was smiling again and it felt like lying in the sunshine. “I've never spanked a woman before.”

  She liked hearing that. She shouldn't be so thrilled that she was going to be the first woman he hit, but that's not what it felt like. It felt more intimate. Sexy even.

  He got up and she instantly missed his warmth. He pulled her up, kissing her deeply before easing her down over his lap. She had never felt so vulnerable and exposed. He ran a hand down her back, smoothing over her bottom and thighs. The caress made her want to purr. She wiggled on his lap against the erection at her hip.

  Without warning his hand came down in a smack. She jumped, startled, but it was barely hard at all. She grew breathless waiting for the next strike. He did a few more like that, building up momentum. The swats became harder, stinging a little more each time his large hand made contact with her bottom. The more he spanked her, the more a warmth started spreading out, heating her core in very unexpected ways.

  She heard herself moan and was instantly embarrassed. She pinched her legs together, hoping he couldn't see the proof of her arousal running down her leg. The next strike had her arching her bottom up into his palm. She wanted him to swat her even harder. She bit her lip to keep back her throaty moan and whimpered in anticipation of the next strike.

  *** ***

  Jake stopped when he heard her whimper. Oh God, what had he done? He caressed her blushing warm bottom. He couldn't help but stare. Her ass looked so beautiful painted all red from his hand, but he felt awful he'd gotten so carried away.

  When she had told him she was naughty and wanted him to spank her, his dick had threatened to punch through his pants. His hands were fairly trembling when he laid her beautiful naked body over his knees. Her perky ass had been just begging for it. He'd hate himself if he'd really hurt her.

  She whimpered again, and he pulled her up, situating her until he had her curled on his lap. As soon as his arms wrapped around her she buried her face in his shirt. She wouldn't look up.

  He kissed her head.“I'm sorry Delia, did I hurt you? I don't know what I was thinking. I don't know if I wanted to punish you or—”

  Her hand came up and covered his mouth. He looked down in her big green eyes right before her hand wrapped around the back of his neck, bringing him down for a scorching kiss. She pulled back, holding his eye contact she took his hand and brazenly slid it between her thighs.

  She was soaking wet. He almost swallowed his tongue before his mouth was on hers again. His fingers delved into her warmth. He swallowed her needy moan and that was the end of his control. He had never wanted to be inside a woman, branding her as his own, more than he wanted to be inside Delia. His hands were shaking as he lay her back. Her lush little body stretched out, opening as he leveled up, tearing his shirt up over his head.

  He got his pants off in record time. Shoving her legs wide with his knees he had a moment to appreciate her wet pink core, her petals blossomed open just for him, before he was over her. He lined himself up and pushed into her tight sheath with just one stroke.

  She cried out at his penetration, and he gritted his teeth, holding himself still inside her. He wondered how long it had been for her. He'd never been with a woman so tight. He felt impossibly large in her little body. When she ground her hips up into his groin, forcing him deeper, he couldn't hold back.

  His hips slapped forward like a piston. He raised her leg high on his hip. Fisting a hand in her hair he devoured her neck, marking her. Her little cries rang in his ears with each thrust, filling her as deep as he could go. She scraped her nails over his shoulders and fisted her hands in his hair, making his balls pull tight. His cock pulsed with the need to come and he gritted his teeth.

  He was so close, but he needed her to come. He needed to feel the walls milking him like a fist. He needed to own her orgasms, her body, her soul. He splayed her wide with both hands on her knees, forcefully holding her open, pumping in hard enough to move her up the mattress. She screamed. Her sex clenched down so hard on his cock his vision blurred as he roared out his orgasm.

  Pumping into her, stream after stream of his orgasm shot out of him like lightning, filling him with a satisfaction he'd never experienced before. His legs were shaking. A fine layer of sweat covered his body as his vision cleared. Del lay under him panting. He wrapped her in his embrace rolling onto his back with her.

  She felt perfect sprawled across his chest. His spent cock still held in her vise grip was the sweetest torture. He felt like he had just come home. A wave of possessiveness swept over him, making him tighten his hold on her. Everything in him cried, Mine.

  He felt a contentment wash over him that he'd never experienced before with any other woman and tried not to analyze it too deeply. He just wanted to bask in the afterglow of these new feelings.

  So much for taking it slow, he thought to himself. Their recovery lasted long enough for them to hear the front door slam shut. He knew she heard it also since she scrambled to cover herself. He instantly felt bereft of her warm little body.

  “Dad” Steven called from down stair and Jake cursed under his breath.

  “Be right there.” He whipped his discarded shirt on, quickly climbed from the bed. He hopped into his pants and then reached the door in two strides. Turning, he took one last longing look at Del, all rumpled, remembering her quivering under his tongue as she arched and moaned through her first climax ever. Squirming on his lap for her first spanking and milking him dry, screaming in his ear in the first vaginal orgasm she probably ever had.

  He smiled knowing it was going to be the first of many and couldn’t help but be grateful her shit of an ex-husband had left her. He may let him live after all, he thought as he adjusted himself in his pants, wishing he could crawl back into bed with a warm, naked Del.

  Steven called out from downstairs again, making him scowl. Steven, on the other hand, might not make it to his twelfth birthday.

  *** ***

  Delia watched as Jake quickly exited the room only to come right back in. He tossed her extra clothes at the foot of the bed where she sat disheveled, clutching the edge of the comforter, her eyes wide. He shut the door quickly behind him before he whipped it back open.

  “You’re not thinking about leaving, are you?”

  “Well, I, um, no?” Actually she had been thinking just that.

  “Good, I’ll keep Steven busy downstairs so you can get cleaned up and dressed.” He stood in the doorway just staring at her with a strange look on his handsome face. He looked like he wanted to say something but he just shook his head and closed the door

  Getting off the bed, she pulled the sheet free from the bed to wrap around herself. Grabbing her clothes she slid out the door, tiptoeing to the bathroom to freshen up. She could feel the evidence of what they'd just done on her thighs, not to mention she felt sore in places she was not used to feeling sore. Not in this deliciously aware way.

  Part of her felt ashamed of herself and another part of her wanted to do it again. Splashing water on her face she remembered her first time with Connar. She had been so in love and willing to do anything to make sure she kept him. She hoped that wasn't what she had just done with Jake. It felt different. She wasn't in love with Jake. She was just a bit infatuated. He was just so beautiful and a genuinely good man. He made her feel cared for in a way Connar never did. Hell, he made her feel pleasure she didn't know she was capable of feeling.

  Her first time with Connar felt a wor
ld apart from her first time with Jake. In high school she had invited Connar over, knowing her mother was rarely around. Connar had been eager, and they had barely gotten their clothes off before he pounced on her. He had quickly kissed her all over, slobbering and grinding his erection into her stomach. Then before she knew it, he was working his way painfully into her dry sheath. She had been nervous and uncomfortable and was relieved when it was quickly over. The first time had really hurt. Connar had been oblivious. He had jumped up afterward, proudly strutting around. She had thought he was so wonderful and would have let him do anything to make him look at her how he did back then.

  Now she thought he was a rutting idiot. The screen door had slammed shut on her mobile home and they had scrambled to get dressed. Connar crawled out the window as she had eased out into the main area. Her mother had taken one look at her and known. She also couldn’t have missed Connar's truck out front when she came in, and then later revving to life after Del came out of her room. Even drunk, that would have been hard to miss.

  “Well, looks like you’re taking after old mama after all.” She said this while taking a swig of bourbon she had poured for herself. Remnants of what was a once beautiful woman stared scornfully at young Delia through red-rimmed eyes.“I hope you at least made him wear a rubber. I never made your daddy wear a rubber and look where I ended up.”

  That’s how she always referred to her father, just 'your daddy'. She had asked her more than once who 'her daddy' was but her mother had refused to give his name. As the years went by her mother went through a countless number of men, mostly one night stands. She came to suspect her mother had no idea who her father actually was.