“You sure you want to do this?” he asks while quietly exploring my skin with his fingertips.
“I’m sure.”
He jackknifes up and I squeal at the sudden movement. His mouth is on my neck, my shoulder, my collarbone. His erection presses forcefully between my legs. I want him inside me.
“You should put something on before we forget,” I mumble while trying to stop grinding against him.
One hand shoots out and slaps around on his nightstand until a condom appears between us. I lean back and watch as he slides it down his shaft. I bite my bottom lip. He pulls it free then kisses me slowly—deeply.
“I fucking adore you,” he says.
I place a hand on either side of his face to really look at him. “I adore you too, now let’s do it.”
I push his chest until he’s flat on his back. My hands reach for his cock and I center myself over it desperate to know what he’ll feel like inside me.
Fifty Three
Langdon
Acool breeze washes over us as Delia positions my cock beneath her.
“Holy shit balls! Gross!”
Delia freezes with a sharp inhale. My head snaps left and I…I scream like a little bitch.
“Oh my God! Anderson, no! Get out.”
I yank Delia down until she’s flat against me and wait for the door to slam shut. Her chest is shuddering against mine. Her breath hot against my shoulder and then, she bursts out laughing.
I grab a corner of the towel next to me and wrap it over us. Delia mushes her face into my collarbone. “I’m never leaving this room. Like … ever,” she mumbles.
I hold her tight against me. “I’m okay with that. And, I’mso sorry. But we should put clothes on.”
Delia slides off me so we’re side by side. Her eyes are wide like saucers. “I only wore a coat,” she says and bites her lower lip.
I jump off the bed, heart pounding. Her eyebrows draw together as she watches my fling my closet door open and start savagely ripping through piles of clothes. My mouth is dry and I feel a little lightheaded. I toss a hoodie and a pair of swim team sweatpants from the closet to the bed before scrambling to get my clothes off the floor.
“Oh my god, we’re dead if they catch us,” I whine.
Delia pulls on the clothes I tossed her and pats the bed.
“Sit down, Langdon, you look like a deer caught in headlights. It’ll be a dead giveaway.”
“Why are you not freaking out?” I sit down next to her.
“Anderson thinks it’s gross when we kiss. I mean, it’s pretty unfortunate that he saw me naked, but I mean, he might not say exactly what he saw. Just relax until someone says something.”
I stare at her in awe. “You’re too calm. Like, too calm.”
A heavy knock at the door echoes through the room before it gently pushes open. My mom has one hand up half blocking her view. Like she doesn’t want to see.
“Hi,” Delia says, a slight lilt to her voice. “We’re decent.”
Mom drops her hand and grins while looking around the room. I wiggle my hips, the condom still on under my pants feels gross. “Hey. So Anderson…”
“Caught us kissing,” Delia says and blushes.
Mom tries to keep a straight face, but grins and shakes her head. “I figured,” she shrugs, “but had to check.”