10: GUEST ROOMS

DELILAH

I rubbed my eyes, slowly getting out of the car. “No, just tired. I need to rest,” I replied to Seth, who was looking over at me with a worried expression in the driver’s seat.

Cole immediately was at my door, his hand out and the other going to my waist as I stumbled out of the Jeep. He smelled nice, spicy and inviting as I felt how heavy my head was. I had only had three glasses of wine, but between how late it had become and the overall exhaustion of being out of my environment.

The day was wearing on me.

His arm didn’t leave my waist, ushering me inside as Seth ran ahead to punch in numbers before opening their inner garage door. A garage, I noticed, that was filled with more vehicles than two men reasonably needed. Something I didn’t have the energy to fully look at or count, other than the five within immediate eyesight in the immaculate garage filled with different storage bins that were labeled neatly.

Somehow, I recognized this as Seth’s space. Something about it seemed very much him compared to Cole without the background of their childhood. Though I tried not to speculate too hard through my groggy thoughts.

Cole was the one to show me inside, leading me down the hall. “I got her from here, Sethy.”

“Do you know—”

“Of course, I’m the one that told them where to put the luggage. She’ll be on the first floor with the view.”

I wasn’t sure where the first floor was with a view, but I sincerely hoped it was close and that I would be able to make it up a flight of stairs. My feet aching.

As soon as we got into the room, I rubbed my eyes, sighing with relief. My bags were sitting on the bed, delivered like Seth had promised. Clearly, the brothers knew each other so well, there didn’t even need to be conversations about how they handled guests. The silent communication made me smile as I strode forward, glancing back to realize Cole was darkening the door instead of retiring for bed or entering with me.

“I’m going to get dressed for bed, and then… if you want to uh…” I couldn’t form thoughts between the long day, and the heated thoughts that began to come over me. As our eyes met, the tension immediately burned in my lower abdomen, the intent behind them making my pussy clench. His hooded eyes raked up and down my body with intent, giving me the knowledge Cole had no thoughts on leaving my room unless I requested it.

“Nakedness doesn’t bother me.” Words that made my heart skip a beat, only confirming what I already had known. His deep gravelly tone told me I wasn’t the only one affected.

Before I knew it, his mouth was on mine, Cole’s hard length pressed against my navel with his hands on my hips; hot and hard despite our layers of clothing. My lips parted, and a small noise left my throat in surprise. I was frozen, unsure of how to handle this situation even as his tongue began to dance with mine. I was melting, but I was so incredibly tired the amount of effort wasn’t what I had had in mind for our first encounter.

Plus, we hadn’t had any discussions when it came to protection.

Cole pulled away from the kiss to trail his mouth up and down my neck, his fingers exploring just under my shirt and up my back as I moaned. “I woke up with this raging hard on, thinking of all the things you wrote. To have you in flesh and blood in my arms, even temporarily. You’re a man’s walking wet dream, Delilah. You must know that.” Cole murmured into my ear, teasing the lobe with his teeth, his fingers digging into my ass.

I moaned again, unable to be pulled from his spell. Enjoying the way he was touching me and talking to me. It made me feel so incredibly good. Something I desperately needed more than I had known.

“Don’t worry, we won’t fuck yet. It’s a general rule for me to talk about certain things,” Cole said, keeping his voice even and calm despite the insistent throbbing against me that made my hips wiggle with anticipation. “There’s no rule about making you cum though, if you don’t object? I want to hear you moan my name tonight, and ache for me in the morning.”

“W-wh—” The words immediately made me wet, my breath caught as my mind tumbled down a rabbit hole of lust.

I could barely get a word out before his hand was already trailing down my leg to snake his hand under my shorts over my underwear—his finger pressing against the band of them, making my knees shake and a moan leave my mouth as my breathing began to speed.

~How long had it been since I had been touched last?~

“What do you think? Do you want to be a good girl for me?” His words a sweet purr in my ear as he held me close. His fingers softly brushing and stroking just outside my underwear on my sensitive nub.

~Oh fuck. The word good girl. The promise of only pleasure?~ “Yes.” I whimpered before my mind could go any more nuclear and words might be even harder to articulate.

Cole made a satisfied noise of delight in the back of his throat, one that transformed into a small satisfied gasp as his fingers pressed firmer into my underwear. “Oh, look at you already soaked. I can feel it through your underwear, you want it. You want it so bad it aches. Don't you?” Cole asked gently, rubbing me in small circles. Still teasing me instead of giving me what I wanted despite my honesty.

I wanted to give out a frustrated, angry whine, but held fast onto the bed behind me as I fell backward while Cole gently guided me down. I hadn’t done anything in… god, I couldn’t even count how long. At least not on the receiving end.

It was better than I had remembered, or perhaps Cole Harris was just that good as he guided me with ease. I wanted to cum around his fingers until I slept like a baby if he could live up to what he offered. The thought of fucking him growing in my mind like an angry beast, demanding I take him now.

“Please,” I begged as his fingers continued to gently probe, push, and put pressure but otherwise driving me mad instead of giving me any type of relief I truly needed. Not fast or hard enough to bring me to the peak, instead letting the fire grow like a smoldering flame that was threatening to consume me.

Even though he hadn’t fully penetrated me, letting the wet noises fill the room as if he were enjoying the noises he was making come out of my cunt. “Please what? What is it that you’re wanting?”

I tried not to let out a frustrated growl, realizing he was doing a power play. He wanted me to tell him what I wanted? If he was into BDSM, that meant there was also a good possibility he may not give me what I wanted until he got what he wanted in return. Toying with me until I came like this. The power play he seemed to naturally do now more obvious in my mind now that we were at this point.

It wasn’t what I wanted though.

“Touch me.” I couldn’t help feeling ashamed of the whine in my voice as I lifted my hips once more into his hand with even more aggression than the gyrating motions I had been using against him to try and increase the friction.

Cole was delighting in the torture though. Propping himself on an elbow as he looked down at me, adjusting his hand and biting his lip as he savored what I said. His middle finger stretching my opening and teasing it. “That’s what I want to hear,” he murmured in response as he rubbed my sensitive clitoris once, twice, again, in slow—slow rotations making me see stars. “Is that it?” he purred, pausing, gently massaging the outer folds of my pussy as if to savor its slick wet shape.

I whimpered, my legs shaking and lifting my hips as two of his fingers dipped into the center. Begging to be filled even if it was by the small digits, already lost in a frenzy of need he was causing I met his fingers. Trying to sink down on them only for him to back off once more. I wanted to cum.

“Maybe not?” he asked with a whisper, kissing me once more, his hand continuing to explore and massage as his thumb began to rotate near my clitoris.

My knees shook with anticipation, my pussy a flooded mess as I was being driven mad. I wasn’t sure if he would give me mercy if I was more demanding, or if it would only cause this torment to last. It was hard to want to try as he was building me though, my hips moving in a timeless motion as our tongues began to twine. Mimicking the motion as he also began to grind against me, bringing me higher and higher.

I sobbed into Cole’s mouth, finally breaking as my nails dug into him. Feeling my peak suddenly slamming into me. The ledge coming too quickly without an anchor, knowing it wouldn’t be enough.

Cole took it as a cue, his two fingers sinking into me with ease. Both of us echoing groans as I felt my body stretch around him and the wet noises filled the room as he began to rotate his fingers against my G-spot. Making me cum immediately.

I rode the orgasm for several minutes, feeling my walls pulse around him as he continued to fuck me with his fingers. Sucking on his tongue as if it were his cock, wishing it was pulsing inside of me instead. Feeling his warm, hot heat.

It took several moments to come back to earth, his mouth retracting from mine as he continued to move his fingers in and out of me, his thumb casually brushing my clitoris once more. Chuckling with pleasure as he received another whimper and shudder from my body as it clenched. “So sensitive. You’re going to be fun. I expected that to take so much longer.” Blushing, I attempted to cover my face, but there was no mercy. I cried out as his fingers moved faster, a hand moving to pin mine above my head. “Oh no, you can’t hide that beautiful face. Not when it’s making the most adorable faces I’m causing.”

~Fuck. More!?~

“What, little Delilah? Never had a man play with you properly before?” Cole asked with a glimmer in his eye. “Don’t worry, I’ll be nice and just do ~one~ more before bed. Tomorrow is a new day for better introductions.”

The next moan wasn’t out of desire; if anything, it was one of content as he began to move his fingers inside me once more. If this was his introduction, I was more than happy to see what tomorrow had in store.