Battling the Enemy

by M. E. Clayton

  The relief that left my lungs was palpable. “I’ll never be done with you, baby,” I told her honestly. I should have told her I loved her, but I knew she wasn’t ready to hear that. I knew she was already feeling overwhelmed. If I told her I loved her now, she’d freak the fuck out.

  She gave me a small nod, but it wasn’t enough. “I need the words, Delaney,” I repeated.

  I watched her take a deep breath and then she said, “I want this, Deke. I want you.”

  “Tell me,” I ordered. “Tell me what you want, Lamb.”

  Her chocolate orbs shot towards my groin, and then back up again. “You were right that night, you know,” she whispered. “I was watching Melissa, and I had wished it was me on my knees.” My heart felt like it was going to beat clean out of my chest at her confession. “She looked…she looked powerful down on her knees like that. I saw your hands tighten in her hair and I thought it was…thrilling to be able to control a guy from that submissive position.” I wanted to yank her up and kiss the fuck out of her, but I didn’t want to interrupt her struggling confession. “And then…when I looked up and saw you looking at me…” Delaney took another deep breath. “…I wanted to be the one who put that look on your face.”

  I huffed and told her a confession of my own. “You are the one who put that look on my face,” I admitted. “My hands tightened in her hair because I had been looking at you, Delaney. Watching you is what made me cum, not her.”

  Her face looked…eager. She looked like she wished for those words to be the absolute truth. And they were. She’d never know how true every word I’ve spoken to her was. “I…I want to…” Her face turned bright red, and I loved how her party-girl experiment had gone south.

  I decided to help her out a bit. “You wanna suck my dick, baby?”

  Delaney’s eyes dilated and her eyes looked like melted chocolate, dreamy and soft. “I…won’t know what I’m doing, though.”

  I cradled her face again. “Don’t worry about that,” I replied. “I’ll tell you what do you, Lamb.”

  “I want you, Deke,” she repeated.

  “You have me, Delaney,” I promised.

  Chapter 20

  Delaney~

  I’ve never been so scared in my life.

  Even when my parents had held me down and sliced my face open, I hadn’t been this scared. Maybe it was because I had no idea what my parents had been about until it was too late. I remember being scared at being held down, but they were my parents. My parents would never hurt me, right?

  Wrong.

  So, so very wrong.

  Before fear could set in, agonizing pain had ripped through my body. From there, the pain had morphed into incredulousness at what my parents had done. Even at such a young age, I knew that what they had done to me was not normal.

  It wasn’t love.

  But this?

  I had been resigned to the fact that I’d eventually end up here with Deke, and as much as I tried to fight it, I wanted Deke. It was the turmoil that was to come that I didn’t want to deal with.

  But what frightened me now?

  There was no way I would be able to keep Deke’s interest after tonight. I had no clue what to do in bed besides the basic mechanics of sex. I knew the gist of how to give a blowjob. I knew that a guy used his tongue when he went down on a girl. I knew the penis went into the vagina. I knew the mechanics, but I didn’t know how to…inspire passion.

  Oh, I knew his dick was hard, but Deke was a healthy, hot-blooded male. For all I knew, that hard dick of his could be for anyone who was sitting on his bed. I wasn’t important to him no matter what bullshit he sprouted. He made that clear when he told me never to question him about Roselyn again. I might…matter, but I wasn’t important.

  So, what scared me?

  I knew after tonight, my life would change drastically, and not necessarily for Deke, but because of Deke.

  There would no longer be Winston as my safety net because, after tonight, a passionless marriage would no longer be enough for me. There would be a shift in my relationship with my parents because I would no longer be a part of their plan. Now while they neglected me for the most part, the shift would come in the form of their purse strings. I knew this. There was also the fact that I’d no longer be able to live in ignorance. I would know passion. I would know lust. I would know what it felt like to be owned by another human being. I would finally know what I was missing. And I was scared that Deke would take what he could and walk away when there was nothing left for him to take; nothing left for me to give to someone else.

  I knew all this, but none of it was going to stop me.

  I lowered my eyes and reached for the waistband of his basketball shorts. I tugged them down and his erection sprang free and bounced against his body. The tinted skin looked painfully stretched tight, and I could feel the heat graze my face, but that was nothing when I took in how big he was.

  Even being a virgin, I knew Deke was huge.

  I took a deep breath as I wrapped my hand around his dick, and it surprised me how hot it was. I mean, I guess it made sense with all the blood flowing through it, I…just wasn’t expecting it. Deke let out a quiet hiss above me and that gave me the courage to move forward with my decision to give him this.

  Give him me.

  I leaned forward and there was a drop of pre-cum on the tip, so I decided to start there. I lick the tip and Deke’s hands shot into my hair, holding on tightly. The feeling took me back to the night on the beach and I could feel myself becoming wet with need. I opened my mouth and took Deke to the back of my throat.

  Now while I wasn’t a professional, I knew enough not to use my teeth. And I knew enough that the deeper the better. So, I grabbed the base of his dick and swallowed him down, and I couldn’t believe how turned on I was becoming from doing something that, in theory, should be for his pleasure only.

  “Fuck, Lamb,” Deke muttered, “you’re sucking me so good, baby.”

  I wasn’t sure if I really was or if he was just saying that to encourage me, but it…helped. I took him as deep as I could, and when I felt him hit the back of my throat, I pulled back. His hands tightened in my hair with each dive down my throat and I realized I was right. Pulling this kind of need out of him felt powerful. Deke was standing over me, but I felt like I had the power here. I felt like I could ask him for anything, and he’d give it to me as long as I kept sucking his dick.

  After a while, with short labored breaths, he warned, “Baby, I’m going to cum if you keep that up.”

  Did I want that? Did I want my first time to be so…filthy?

  Yes. Yes, I did.

  I started moving faster, using my hand to help stimulate the length of him that I couldn’t get into my mouth. Deke was long and thick, and even using my hand, I still couldn’t wrap around him completely. I knew he was going to tear me in half, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I wanted him. I wanted him so much, I was going to let my first blowjob end with swallowing his seed.

  “Lamb,” he breathed. “Delaney, baby? I’m going to cum…”

  I held on.

  I held on and tightened my grip and my lips around him until he let out a deep moan and shot his orgasm down my throat. I kept my lips firmly wrapped around him as he shot squirt after squirt in my mouth. His hands were fisted in my hair as I swallowed every drop. It was intense. It was exciting. And it was forever.

  This was forever.

  I will forever remember this first.

  I will forever remember this night.

  I will forever remember Deke.

  He pulled away from me, and when I glanced up, he looked absolutely wrecked. It was pathetic, but I wanted some praise. I wanted some…something.

  Deke grabbed me by my shoulders and hauled me to my feet as he bounced his legs, making his shorts fall all the rest of the way down. He cradled my face and slammed his lips down on mine as he stepped from the puddle of his shorts. He was completely naked, but he was kissing me so thoro
ughly, I couldn’t even appreciate the view.

  When he was done kissing me, he pulled back and said, “Now, it’s my turn.”

  Remembering I was naked underneath his shirt, I didn’t have time for modesty as Deke grabbed the hem of his shirt and whipped it over my head. I stood before Deke Marlow completely naked, and I was so insecure about this revelation, I couldn’t even take this chance to finally take in a naked Deke Marlow.

  “D…De…Deke…” I couldn’t do anything about the tremor in my voice. I was nervous, and I wasn’t going to pretend to be otherwise. Deke smirked, and I wanted to bash his head in. It reminded me of just how comfortable he was in this kind of situation, and the hit to my self-esteem was hard and accurate. “You don’t get to laugh at me, Deke,” I snapped.

  His arm snaked out, and he fisted his hand in my hair as he pulled my head back, forcing me to look up at him. I watched as his eyes stared at my lips and slowly made their way down my naked body. It was a horribly tense few seconds before his eyes made their way back up to mine.

  Deke’s green gaze was blazing as he asked, “You think I’m laughing at you?” When I didn’t answer fast enough, he shook my head in his grasp. “Do you think I’m laughing at you?”

  “I…I don’t know…” I admitted.

  His expression looked thunderous. “Why would you think I’d be laughing at you?”

  My left hand latched onto his waist as my right hand shot back to wrap around the arm of the hand he had fisted in my hair. He was tightening his hold, and it was beginning to hurt. “Bec…because I don’t know what I’m doing,” I confessed.

  Deke looked sinister, and his voice was rough and raw, but it didn’t match his words. “Lamb, if that was you not knowing what you’re doing, then I’m fucked when you finally do know,” he growled.

  That was it.

  That was the praise I had been looking for, but it was cut short when he said, “You say you don’t know what you’re doing, but if that were the case, then why do I want to wait to taste your pussy for another time, and just throw you on the bed and fuck you until you bleed all over me?”

  Holy shit. “Deke…”

  “If you don’t know what you’re doing, then why do I want to forget that this is your first time, and fuck you like a dirty slut?” He asked, making my center throb and my knees weaken. “Why do you have my dick harder than it’s ever fucking been, Delaney, if you don’t know what you’re doing?”

  “I can still taste you on my tongue,” I whispered, not knowing exactly why I said that.

  Deke leaned down until I could feel his breath on my face. “By the time I’m done with you, Delaney, you’re going have the taste, feel, and scent of my cum all over your body, baby.”

  Well, damn.

  Chapter 21

  Deke~

  If I hadn’t seen with my own two eyes just how nervous Delaney had been, and still was, I would never have guessed that had been her first blowjob. Delaney had sucked my cock like she had been inside my head. She mastered every stroke to make me erupt in her mouth quicker than I’ve ever had.

  And I had been right.

  It had been the best head of my life.

  And now? Now, all I wanted to do was tear into her. I wanted to fuck her, and I don’t mean just fuck her. I wanted to rut her. I wanted to sink my teeth in the back of her neck and draw blood as she came on my cock. I wanted to own her. I wanted to possess her.

  I wanted to fucking hurt her.

  My dark side, the one that I worked to hide so well, had been unleashed.

  She had unleashed it.

  I know now that Delaney had unleashed it the night at the beach. It had just been biding its time until she granted me permission to use her.

  To love her.

  And I planned on beating into her body until she begged me to stop. But as much as I was primed and ready to go, I needed to prepare her. I knew this. I knew I couldn’t let loose just yet. She’d never let me near her again if I didn’t bring her some pleasure.

  I released my hold in her hair and told her, “Get on the bed.”

  “Deke…” she pleaded.

  “Get on the fucking bed, Delaney,” I snapped.

  I watched her crazy-sexy body run to the side of the bed, yank the covers back, and hide underneath. I stalked towards her and her face was a beautiful blush as she took in my naked body. I got into bed and climbed over her. I braced all my weight on my elbows as I looked down at her.

  Delaney looked terrified and my dick started to harden again. “Tell me again,” I demanded.

  Her big brown eyes searched mine. “I want you,” she surrendered.

  My lips touched her scar, and I went from there and started working my way down her body. She let out soft moans and whimpers as I traveled over her skin. When my face got to her big tits, I did what I’ve been wanting to do since forever. I grabbed her left tit and started sucking on her light pink nipple. It was hard and waiting for me.

  “Oh, God…” she mewled as her hands sunk into my hair.

  I turned to her right tit and gave it the same attention. Her skin tasted clean, and she smelled like my body wash and that was fucking me up something fierce. When I was done with her tits, I kept traveling south, anticipation coursing through my every nerve at finally finding out what Delaney’s pussy would taste like. “Spread your legs for me, baby,” I cajoled. I wasn’t going to take her slowly, but I needed everything before I sunk my dick into her to be perfect for her. I needed her body soaking wet with release, and I needed her mind unable to think behind the pleasure I was giving her.

  Delaney’s legs opened for me, and soon I was nestled in between her smooth, creamy thighs. The second her scent hit my nostrils I knew what it felt like to be a drug addict. I knew I was going to move her in tomorrow because there’s no way I was going to live without her next to me every night.

  Resting the weight of my shoulders on the inside of her thighs, I used my hands to spread her smooth pussy lips open and took that first swipe at euphoria, and Delaney tasted every bit as delicious as I knew she would.

  “Oh, my God, Deke…” she cried, her hands flying over her to grab onto the headboard. Delaney had a tight trimmed triangle above her clit, but the rest of her was bare, and so it was easier to eat and lick her everywhere.

  And I did.

  I devoured her.

  I made out with her pussy and it wasn’t until she gave up that first orgasm that I finally sunk my fingers into her pussy, and it was just as tight was the last time they were in her wet cunt. I turned the upward and massaged that spot that so many guys don’t have the patience to look for.

  Or they were just fucking tools and couldn’t find it.

  I pulled my face away from Delaney’s pussy longer enough to demand, “Give me another, baby. Soak my fucking face.”

  She moaned and her hips started to match the rhythm of my fingers. I kept my tongue on her clit as my fingers worked her pussy and, soon enough, she was giving me her second cum of the night. But I needed one more. I seriously needed her soaked to prevent any serious damage to her body. Not trying to brag, but The Good Lord had blessed me, and He hadn’t been stingy about it.

  After tearing another orgasm from Delaney’s pussy, I wiped my face on the inside of her right thigh and kissed my way back up her body. When I reached her face, she looked sated and ready to pass out, and it was exactly how I needed her.

  Because my dick was harder than iron, I didn’t have to use my hand to guide the head towards her opening. I braced myself on my elbows, started down at a very high-looking Delaney, and slammed my cock balls-deep inside her unused body with one thrust.

  “Deke!” she screamed as she threw her head back and her hands fisted the sheet on either side of us.

  I was such a bastard.

  I’ve always been a bastard and have always taken what I wanted. But, never in my life, have I ever wanted something like I wanted Delaney. So, instead of going slow, instead of giving her time to ad
just, instead of making this special for her, I drilled into her like she was a seasoned pro. “Fuck, Lamb,” I grunted. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  “Deke, it hurts,” she cried, and it was like music to my ears.

  “I know. I know, and it’s going to keep hurting because I can’t fucking stop, Delaney,” I panted, breaking the news to her. “I’m not going to stop fucking you, baby. Not until you cum all over my cock and milk me dry.”

  “Oh, God…” she whimpered.

  Delaney was in pain. She was fisting the sheets. She had tears leaking down the side of her face. She was moaning and whimpering. But most importantly? She wasn’t telling me to stop.

  She was taking every hard thrust into her body and her hips were pushing back, and I knew why. She had mentioned how Melissa had looked powerful on her knees, and I knew my loss of control was Delaney’s way of feeling powerful. She wasn’t going to tell me to stop because she wanted to break me. She wanted to give as good as she got. My weakness was her aphrodisiac.

  Delaney wanted me at her mercy, and I was there.

  She felt like absolute Heaven with her pussy wrapped so tightly around my cock, and I knew I’d never get enough of this. I knew, now, why Ramsey and Liam had such a connection with Em and Linnie. Looking down, and seeing Delaney’s virgin blood all over me, was enough to make me want to stay buried in her every minute of every day. Even my bite mark on her neck hadn’t brought out this kind of possessiveness. Delaney was officially mine now, and that knowledge had me ramming my cock into her so hard, I knew we were both going to be sporting bruises.

  “You’re mine, Delaney,” I grunted. “Say it.”

  Her legs opened wider and, instead, she said, “I…I think I’m going to cum again, Deke.”

  “Fucking say it!” I barked.

  “Yours,” she moaned hysterically. “I’m yours.”

  I braced my weight on the flat of my hands and fucked Delaney like I was going insane; and I think I was. “Cum on my cock, baby,” I demanded. “I want to see your blood and our cum on my cock.”

  “Oh, Jesus…” she groaned, and then her hands latched onto my arms as she threw her head back and came all over me. And her pussy’s contractions around my dick were enough to set me off. I came with a force that almost put my back out.