by Laura Conway
“No problem. I figured we’ve been spending enough time in dark bars, drinking.”
Delaney smiled. “I think I need to cut back. My hangovers lately... I don’t know. Unless it was the stress with work.”
“They’ve been bad?”
“Yeah,” she said with a sigh. “Could be old age, too,” she said with a laugh.
“Do you... Does our age difference bother you?” Spencer asked, turning to face her now as the last of the sun disappeared.
Delaney was aware of the people around them, most of them walking by. She didn’t want to get into a deep conversation here, but she wasn’t going to dodge Spencer’s question either.
“Yes and no,” Delaney said, and that earned an eyebrow raise. “Come on,” she said, linking arms with Spencer as they continued along the High Line towards 34th street. “In theory... Yes. If Matt had told me he wanted to set me up with a friend who was thirty years old, I would have told him that I wasn’t interested.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I’m nearly fifty, Spencer.”
“But you’re not.”
Delaney glanced over at Spencer who was stumbling over her words.
“I mean,” Spencer said, “You don’t look like you’re nearly fifty.”
“I’m forty-six,” Delaney said as they walked, wondering how old Spencer thought she was.
“It doesn’t bother me.”
“I said ‘in theory,’ because I forget about it when I’m with you,” Delaney said as they returned to street level and the noise of the city, the lights above them illuminating the sidewalk.
“You do?”
Delaney nodded. “Especially when we’re dancing together.”
“Apparently, we have chemistry,” Spencer said with a smile.
“Apparently?”
“Well, I think we do, but I’m biased. My friend, Zoey... She came to the class one night, and she commented on it. That we look like we’re a couple, the way we dance together.”
“Does she have blond hair? Just below her shoulders?”
“That’s her.”
“I was jealous of her,” Delaney admitted with a wry smile. “I thought you were going home with her. Not that it’s any of my business, but I was jealous.”
“I did go home with her.”
Delaney stopped short. “You did?”
“Yeah. She’s my roommate.”
Delaney groaned.
“Wow,” Spencer said with a grin. “You really are jealous.”
Delaney shook her head. Spencer was loving this. She had a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“I’m glad,” Spencer said in a softer voice. “It means you care.”
“Did you think I didn’t?”
Delaney stood across from her as people walked past them and cars sped by.
“I didn’t know,” Spencer said.
“Even though I said ‘yes’ to tonight?”
“Well, if your last two dates were anything to go by...”
Delaney laughed. “Alright, I can see why you were worried. But I meant what I said the other night. I was already interested in you when I was on those dates, so that shouldn’t really count against me.”
Delaney wished they weren’t standing in the middle of the sidewalk. She wanted to be back at her apartment, but after the way they behaved last weekend, they would inevitably end up in her bedroom. She’d never been one to rush into things, but the pull between them, this invisible force that kept drawing Delaney in, wasn’t going anywhere. It was building with every meeting.
“You okay?” Spencer asked, studying her. “I’m sorry if I-”
“No. You didn’t... Where do you live? Near here?”
Spencer’s eyes locked onto hers, and Delaney saw the recognition in her eyes as they darkened with desire right there in front of her under the streetlights. “Hamilton Heights.”
“Ah.” Delaney was hoping Spencer would say she was within walking distance or a short cab ride away. Hamilton Heights was at least a half hour away, near Yankee Stadium. Her place was closer.
“I’m guessing that wasn’t the answer you were looking for,” Spencer said with a smile.
“No. Do you want to come back to mine?” Delaney asked even though it was early, and maybe Spencer thought they’d be going for a drink.
“Yes.”
Delaney flagged down a taxi and in five minutes they were on their way to her apartment. Spencer’s hand found hers, their fingers interlaced on the seat between them. Delaney closed her eyes as Spencer’s thumb caressed the back of her hand, sending a shiver through her body. She didn’t look at Spencer. She couldn’t. Not if she wanted to wait until they got to her apartment to kiss her.
If that simple touch gave her that kind of a reaction, what was she going to do when Spencer’s hands were on her?
Chapter 15
Spencer followed Delaney into the elevator, and Delaney pressed the button for her floor. This is not what she thought would happen tonight. Not that she was complaining, but she thought they’d be getting to know one another.
She wanted to know more about Delaney. She wanted her to bring up her acting career, and then maybe Spencer could comment on the fact that she’d been a fan, and hopefully it wouldn’t be weird.
She hated not telling Delaney, but at the same time, she wasn’t going to just blurt it out. She’d also seriously considered talking to Delaney about her past, about her family, if the subject came up. She wasn’t going to avoid it like she had at the wine bar, but Spencer doubted that they’d be doing much talking tonight.
The way Delaney had looked at her, the way she’d been so direct in suggesting this... How was this even real? Spencer found it easier to keep it together at Club Pink when they were dancing, and she was in a familiar environment. Spencer knew that was when she was at her most confident, when she was behind the bar, when she was at Club Pink, but now, she didn’t know where she would find that self-confidence.
She was going back to Delaney Meyer’s apartment, the woman who she spent years crushing on. It was so unbelievable, but the guilt was always just beneath the surface, preventing her from fully enjoying this. She’d have to tell her. Not tonight, but soon.
Delaney unlocked her door, and Spencer let her eyes travel over her. The way her black jeans clung to her hips and the swell of her ass had driven Spencer crazy all evening. She’d let her mind wander earlier, wondering what it would be like to get her out of them, and as Delaney backed her up against the closed door, she knew she wouldn’t have long to wait.
Delaney gaze flickered to Spencer’s lips as she inched closer. Spencer traced Delaney’s bottom lip with her thumb as their eyes met.
This was actually happening. Delaney Meyers was looking at her as if she wanted to devour her, and Spencer didn’t know when it had happened, but she was so far beyond that crush that had started fourteen years ago.
Spencer’s hand slid down to her neck as she tilted her head, closing the gap between them to capture her lips. Delaney’s soft lips met hers, sending a tingling sensation down Spencer’s arms, all the way down to her fingertips. Delaney’s sighed into the kiss, her tongue sliding across Spencer’s, and she leaned back against the door, needing it to hold herself up.
Delaney’s hands trailed down her arms until she found Spencer’s. She interlaced their fingers as she lifted Spencer’s hands above her head, pinning them there, against the door. Spencer moaned as Delaney’s lips crashed into hers. The intensity, the urgency... It was such a turn on. Her desire was pooling between her legs, and Delaney had barely touched her.
Delaney’s lips brushed across hers as she pulled away, her hand still pressing Spencer’s against the door.
Spencer bit her lip before she spoke. “And here I was, thinking you wanted to have another dance practice,” she said with a smirk.
Delaney eyes widened for a second. “If that’s-”
“I’m joking,” Spencer said, her smile wider now. “This is a much b
etter idea.”
“Is it bad that I’ve been thinking about this since you left here last week?”
“No,” she breathed as Delaney’s lips inched closer. “I don’t know why I left.”
“I don’t want to rush this,” Delaney said before kissing her tenderly. “But,” she said between kisses. “I can’t seem to keep my hands off you.”
Spencer melted at those words, the ground shifting underneath her as Delaney’s soft lips met hers again and again. This was real. Delaney wanted her.
Spencer freed her hands. She needed to touch her. She threaded one hand through Delaney’s blond hair, the other on her waist as she deepened the kiss, taking a step away from the door.
They kissed their way to Delaney’s bedroom, their clothes left in a trail down the hallway. Spencer was aware of the white bed sheets and the gray walls as they entered her bedroom, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the woman standing in front of her.
Delaney’s blond hair fell a few inches below her shoulders, and black lace covered her full breasts. Spencer took a step closer, and Delaney unbuttoned Spencer’s shorts, letting them fall to the floor.
Spencer swallowed as she stepped out of them. Thankfully, she’d worn matching white lingerie today, but Delaney had her bra unhooked in seconds, so it hardly mattered.
Spencer slid her arm around Delaney as she cupped her cheek, bringing their lips together in another intense kiss that left her breathless. She unclasped Delaney’s white lacy bra, easing the straps off her as they continued to kiss, until it fell to the floor.
The feeling of Delaney’s bare skin against hers sent her pulse soaring, their breasts pressed together as they stood beside the bed.
Spencer’s hands moved lower to grope her ass as Delaney pressed her thigh against Spencer. She let out a moan that she barely recognized as her own. She was so worked up that every one of Delaney’s touches seemed to light her body on fire.
Delaney’s mouth left hers, dipping her head to kiss Spencer’s shoulder, placing feather kisses along her skin, moving up her neck, flicking her tongue over Spencer’s ear before capturing Spencer’s lips again.
Spencer knew she was soaking wet, that it would take so little to get her over the edge. She’d never felt like this before, so in sync, like they’d done this hundreds of times before, but this was their first time, and for just a second, she nearly let her nerves take over.
Spencer broke the kiss, her hands on Delaney’s waist, gently pushing her back towards the bed. “Lie down,” Spencer whispered, and Delaney sat down on the edge of the bed, moving into the middle of the bed and lying down on her back, her blond hair splayed across the white sheets.
Spencer covered Delaney’s body with her own, maneuvering one leg between Delaney’s as she hovered above her, lowering her body to trail kisses from the edge of her black panties across her abdomen. Her tongue lightly flickered across Delaney’s nipples, hardening them in seconds as she took each one in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the taut peaks.
Delaney’s back arched as Spencer took her time, her hand massaging each breast while her tongue teased the other. Spencer shifted her body weight, pressing her thigh against Delaney’s sex, as her lips trailed upwards, kissing her neck until she found her lips again.
Delaney’s nails raked across her back as she continued to apply pressure to Delaney’s most sensitive area with her thigh. Their lips crashed together, moans escaping both of their mouths as they grinded their hips. They were both still wearing their panties, and Spencer found a nice rhythm, rocking her hips along Delaney’s leg while Delaney pushed back against her own.
Spencer held up her body weight with her elbow, wanting to see Delaney’s face when she did come. She knew Delaney was close, the swaying of her hips had sped up, her groans more frequent, the grip on Spencer’s ass firmer as they moved against each other.
Delaney threaded her hand through Spencer’s hair as she brought Spencer’s lips down to hers, kissing her hotly, her tongue dueling with hers until Delaney fell back against the bed with the sexiest moan Spencer had ever heard. Delaney’s hand groped Spencer’s ass as her hips bucked, her back arching off the bed as she came.
Spencer pressed as hard as she could against Delaney’s sex with her thigh as she watched Delaney come undone underneath her, her eyes slammed shut, her mouth agape as she rode out the orgasm.
A smile tugged at Spencer’s lips as she bent down to kiss Delaney’s collarbone, then her neck until Delaney’s fingers tilted Spencer’s chin, guiding her lips to hers and kissing her with more passion than Spencer even knew was possible.
“What just happened?” Delaney whispered between kisses. “You haven’t even touched me, and that was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.”
Spencer swallowed the lump in her throat as she met Delaney’s gaze. Love. That was what popped into her mind, but she pushed it away as fast as it had appeared. It was too soon to call it that, even though that was the only way Spencer could describe what she was feeling.
“Just more of that chemistry,” Spencer murmured as she parted her lips against Delaney’s, her hand lazily stroking Delaney’s leg as she caught her breath.
“Hmmm,” she agreed between kisses, rolling Spencer onto her back before she even knew what happened.
She looked up at Delaney to see a smirk on her lips. “I want to make you feel what I just felt,” Delaney whispered as she leaned in to kiss her, her hand sliding lower, finding her clit through her panties and massaging her in slow, wide circles.
Spencer whimpered into the kiss, her body so sensitive, her pulse hammering in her ears as Delaney’s light touch drove her mad. She couldn’t stop her hips from lifting off the bed to meet her touch, but Delaney’s hand was gone again, leaving Spencer’s clit throbbing.
“I want to taste you,” Delaney said as she sat up, her hands on either side of Spencer’s waist, gripping her panties as she pulled them down her legs and tossed them over the bed. “Is that okay?”
Spencer just nodded, not trusting herself to form words right now, not when her body hummed with desire. She sighed as Delaney kissed her way up her thighs, inching closer to her wetness. Her lips brushed across her skin, over her outer lips until Delaney’s tongue slid through her folds, slow and warm, circling her clit.
“Oh, fuck,” Spencer moaned, one hand gripping the sheets, the other thrown over her head as Delaney’s tongue wrapped around her.
Spencer lifted her head off the bed for just a second to catch a glimpse of this beautiful woman between her legs, but Spencer’s body jerked, and she fell back onto the bed.
She raked her hand through Delaney’s hair before she bit her lip, her eyes shut tight as she felt that swell build up somewhere deep inside her. In seconds, her body was tingling from head to toe, her hips rolling as she came, and Delaney’s tongue circled her one last time.
Spencer could feel Delaney kissing her way back up her body, but she couldn’t move. She couldn’t even open her eyes.
How was this even real life?
Chapter 16
Delaney’s eyes fluttered open as she pulled away, lying down beside Spencer with her arm still draped across her athletic body, her lips still tingling.
“I don’t think I could ever get tired of kissing you,” Delaney whispered as she traced Spencer’s lower lip with her thumb. It might have sounded silly to say that out loud, but she didn’t care. That was how she felt.
When they’d fallen into bed less than an hour ago, she never could have imagined it being like this, and they hadn’t even gotten started yet.
“Hmm,” Spencer murmured, brushing her lips across Delaney’s again. “I know what you mean. But, right now... I really want to fuck you,” she whispered, her voice laced with desire.
Delaney suppressed a shudder as Spencer climbed on top of her, slipping one leg between hers as she gently leaned forward, pushing her knee against her throbbing clit.
“Ohh,” Delaney moaned as Spencer’s l
ips found hers again, rocking her leg against her each time she dipped her head to meet her lips.
Spencer removed her underwear and returned to her position above her, leaving room for her hand this time. She cupped Delaney sex, her palm rubbing up against her sensitive bud that was still pulsating from her first orgasm.
Delaney’s breathing became ragged as Spencer’s fingertips circled her, and she could hear how wet she was.
“I can’t decide,” Spencer said, lowering her fingers, hovering at her entrance, “If you’re a slow and steady kind of girl or hard and fast.”
Delaney groaned as Spencer pushed her fingers inside her. She didn’t know either nor did she care. She just needed Spencer.
Delaney reached up, cupping Spencer’s cheek and pulling her into a heated kiss, their tongues dancing, fight for position as Spencer’s fingers moved in long, slow, deliberate strokes.
“Well?” Spencer asked between kisses. “Which is it?”
“Hard,” Delaney practically grunted as her eyes locked onto Spencer’s. “Fast. Please. I’m so close,” she panted as she dragged her fingers across Spencer’s back.
Spencer lowered her head to take one of Delaney’s nipples in her mouth, teasing it with her tongue as her fingers steadily picked up speed.
“Oh my God,” Delaney moaned, her hips taking over, matching Spencer’s thrusts until she was a quivering mess. Her orgasm just as hard and fast as Spencer’s strokes had been, but Spencer left her fingers inside of her, while Delaney caught her breath.
Seconds later, Delaney was clinging to Spencer again, this orgasm even more intense than the previous two. “Fucking hell,” Delaney grunted, her face buried in Spencer’s neck as she shuddered, her body covered in a light layer of sweat now.
Delaney needed a few minutes to remember who she was. Spencer had moved to lie down beside her at some point, her fingertips lightly tracing patterns across her stomach.
“Are you tired?” Spencer whispered when Delaney’s eyes fluttered open.