With that I sat up and pounded into her. And oh shit, I was so much deeper from this angle, and her cheeks were spread with her asshole teasing me. Delaine grabbed on to the back of the seat, her knuckles going white with her grip as I fucked her as hard, as fast, and as deep as I could go. Sweat poured off my brow and dripped off the tip of my nose, and it really didn’t help that my tie had been drawn tighter around my neck when Delaine grabbed it to pull me in for a kiss. But the one sensation that was dominating all others was the feel of her constricting around me.
Fuck the outside world. I had everything I needed right in front of me.
Remembering how well she had liked it before, I stroked the center of her ass with my thumb, applying pressure to her back entrance. She moaned loudly and arched her back, right on motherfucking cue. So I took it a step further and pressed until my thumb was inside her up to the knuckle. Her head fell between her shoulders and she pushed back into me.
“Yeah, baby. Feels good, doesn’t it?” I said as I pulled my thumb out partially and then reinserted it. “I’m going to fuck you here. I’m going to put my dick inside your tight little ass and you’re going to fucking love it. Soon. Very soon.”
I felt her walls tighten around me in rhythmic waves as she came undone and gave in to her orgasm. “Oh, Noah!” she cried out.
God, yes. My girl wanted me in her ass just as much as I wanted to be there.
“Look at them, Delaine,” I said, talking her through it. “Look at all those people out there, going about their mundane lives with no clue about what’s going on in here. They can’t even fathom feeling what you’re feeling right now, what I’m about to feel.
“Son of a …” An indescribable feeling surged from my balls and shot up the length of my cock as I finally came.
“Oh, I can feel that,” she said with a breathless moan. “I can feel you coming inside me, and it feels … it feels …”
“Fuck, tell me, baby. What does it feel like?” I managed to ask through my orgasm because I really liked hearing dirty words come out of her fuckable mouth.
“Like nothing I’ve ever … I’m going to come again,” she moaned out, and then her body began to clench up, every muscle at attention and every nerve ending throbbing as she called my name. I increased the pace of my thrusts, praying I could stay hard long enough to see her through her second orgasm. By some small miracle I did, and when we were both done, we collapsed onto the seat with me lying on her back.
“Damn,” I mumbled as I rolled off her. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”
She giggled and rolled over to kiss me softly on the lips. “So how soon is very soon?”
“What?” I asked, pulling my pants up.
“You know …” Her voice trailed off as she looked toward her voluptuous ass. “You said ‘very soon.’ How soon is very soon?”
I was shocked, and what came out of my mouth was, “I fucking love you …,” which was a really stupid thing to say, so I had to fix that shit by adding, “You-rrrr enthusiasm.”
Before I could shove my head any further up my asshole, I grabbed her and kissed her deeply, deep enough to make her melt in my arms and hopefully forget my faux pas. Me, on the other hand? I was ready to cut my own nuts off and take them to a butcher to grind into tiny morsels of meat to be fed to vicious dogs. Because it was the most idiotic thing I could’ve said, but something in the pit of my desolate heart told me it was right.
What the fuck was that all about?
I pulled back and looked into her eyes—another stupid move—and I felt myself falling. For real. And that wasn’t kosher. At all.
I was weak, and she was bringing me to my knees.
Two weeks. Two motherfucking insignificant weeks that had somehow become very, very significant.
Goddamnit.
~$~
We finally made it home, relatively unscathed as far as the human eye could tell. On the inside however, I was a fucking mess. And now, more than ever, I needed to know everything about her. I needed to know why she was here in this situation in the first place. When I’d first started all this I had convinced myself that her personal business didn’t matter. But Polly was right: Lanie was a good girl, even if she did act like a raging bitch at times.
I had excused myself to my study after dinner, where I did quite a bit of pacing and a whole lot of knee bouncing while I contemplated what to do. Sure, I could wait for my man Sherman to call me with his findings, but I was impatient, so I picked up the phone and made the call. Yeah, there was a whole hell of a lot of nail biting going on as I waited for him to pick up.
“Sherman,” he answered on the third ring.
“It’s Crawford. Do you have anything for me yet?” I asked, not really sure if I wanted to know the answer, but needing to all the same.
“Actually, I just got the last of everything I needed. I was going to call you first thing in the morning, because I didn’t want to disturb you,” he said. “So what do you want to know?”
“Everything.”
12
TICKLING THE IVORIES
Noah
“Okay, here goes,” Sherman said. I could hear him settling in his seat and flipping papers while I anxiously awaited any bit of information he could give me about the puzzle that was Delaine Talbot.
There was a timid knock on the door to my study, and then it opened wide. Delaine positioned herself there rather seductively, her arms stretched above her head as she arched her back against the door frame. Her wet hair was tossed back off her shoulders and her long legs were angled so that one was bent at the knee. She was wearing black wrap-around heels, the cuff with my family’s crest, one of my black dress ties, and nothing else.