Hey There, Delilah... (12 page)

As usual, I just can’t focus. Being close to Delilah is fucking messing with my head. I can’t believe how close I came to kissing her. I’m too wound up to work right now. I need a break; maybe I’ll go grab a snack or something out of the kitchen. I glance out my windowed wall at Delilah and see her get up from her desk with some files in her hands. She heads in the direction of the file room and I make my move. I walk by her desk, glancing at it as I go. Something catches my eye, making me backpedal. Delilah’s phone is sitting on her desk with the text message screen up. Of course, I have to be nosy, so I lean over and take a peek. 

Charlie: I love you!

What the hell? Who is this Charlie guy? Delilah’s never mentioned anything about getting a boyfriend. What the fuck? I stomp away absolutely seething. I walk down the hall toward the kitchen, luckily passing no one on my way; I am so not in the mood to be polite. I storm into the kitchen and start rummaging around the cabinets like a tornado for something that I can snack on. I finally find a small single bag of potato chips. I tear that shit open and start munching away on the - God knows how old – chips. I shrug to myself; they still taste all right.

As I stand there eating the chips, I start to calm
down and think a bit more clearly. I also realize that I’m jealous of this Charlie guy, which boggles my mind. Why on Earth would I be jealous of some guy that Delilah is dating? I don’t want her. She’s not my type at all. Even though she has beautiful eyes, luscious lips, is smart and funny, and is dressed really nice today; that doesn’t mean that I have any feelings for her
. Right…keep lying to yourself…asshole!

Now, LaLa – she is the kind of woman
that I want. She has a gorgeous body and ripe juicy lips that I just want to kiss. Delilah’s lips are very similar to LaLa’s. Ah! No! Stop thinking about Delilah! Think about LaLa and all of the red lace and the steamy hot sex you’ll be having with her on Saturday. Yeah, that’s right. Sex, you remember what that’s like, don’t you? I feel like it has been forever since the last time I’ve had sex. I don’t think I have ever gone this long without it. Only a few more days…I can make it.

♫♩♫♩♫♩
♫

The week goes by way too slowly for me, but I do get to learn a decent amount about Nico, like he is an only child, enjoys going to concerts, goes to the gym a lot, collects watches, and loves his job (even though he won’t tell me what that is – anonymity and all that jazz).  We started out texting once a day, but by Wednesday, it turned into multiple times. We really seem to have a lot in common, and the banter between us always has me laughing and smiling. I can only assume he feels the same because he keeps coming back for more.

It is now Saturday and I’m just waiting for Charlie, who said she wants to come with me to Club M again. I’ve just finished my hair and make-up when I hear my apartment door open and close. It has to be Charlie because she is the only other person with a key. Her voice calls out for me, and I let her know that I’m getting dressed and I’ll be right out. We went shopping after work twice this week. Once to pick up some new work, as well as casual, clothes that fit me properly, and then again for another dress for tonight. I went with black this time, a sexy form-fitting number that stops about mid-thigh. The neckline is a low “V” in both the fro
nt and the back. I also made sure to pick up some new red lace for Nico. Since the dress dips so low in the front and the back, I opted this time for a red lace corset and matching thong. I also wanted to go all out for him, so I picked up a black and red garter belt with black stockings, which have the black seams running down the back. If he doesn’t find this sexy, then the man is a eunuch.

Charlie and I also picked up another mask each. I went with black to match my dress, but it has sequins that make it shimmer, and short black feathers rimming the top of it.

We step into Club M at exactly 9:00 pm. My messenger immediately goes off in my hand, and I look down at it to see that it is Nico.  I smile and shake my head, if not anything else, the guy is prompt.

Nico #812: Right on time, Doll

I glance around to see if I can spot him, but he’s got himself hidden again. I nudge Charlie and show her the message. She smiles and rolls her eyes behind her mask. We made the same deal as last time; we aren’t going to wait for each other. She gives my arm a squeeze then heads for the bar.

LaLa #128: Where are u?

Nico #812: Somewhere I can admire that stunning dress of yours

LaLa #128: You could admire it up close if u tell me where you are

Nico #812: This is true

Damn it! He’s not going to tell me where he is. I look around again but can’t find him. I don’t even know what he’s wearing tonight or what color his mask is. I am surprised when a wine glass appears from over my right shoulder. I turn to see Nico standing behind me with a naughty smirk curling one side of his delicious mouth. I give him an exasperated eye roll and take the drink he’s offering. It’s a house red. He must have remembered from last week. Then I look in his other hand - a glass of lemonade.
 He shrugs his shoulders, and his naughty smirk transforms in to a shy smile.  He winks at me and another piece of me is lost to him.

After drinking and dancing for close to an hour and a half, Nico finally sends me the message I have been dreading and anticipating this whole time.

Nico #812: Shall we go up to my VIP room?

I take a deep breath and look up into his green eyes. He is wearing an emerald green mask, which make
s his eyes pop. I can do this. I take another deep breath and nod. I am going to do this! Nico smiles seductively and holds out his hand. As soon as I slip mine into his, we are weaving our way through the crowd toward the steps that lead upstairs to the rooms.

Nico leads me down a long quiet hallway, making me wonder if the rooms are
soundproofed. Probably, I mean, who wants to hear another person screaming, “Oh yes! Fuck me!” I sure as hell don’t. We stop in front of a door that has #1 VIP written on it. Well shit…I’m with the guy who is the #1 VIP in the club. I don’t know if I should feel honored or if I should run for the hills.

He opens the door with a key card and motions for me to enter first. I walk in and am momentarily stunned by what’s in front of me. Against one deep
red wall is a giant four-poster king sized bed that is covered in black satin sheets. I can see that each post has a bondage strap attached to it. Then toward the middle of the decent sized room, there is a sex swing hanging from the ceiling.

I whip around to stare at Nico in shock. I open my mouth to say something to him, but he rushes to put a finger up to
my lips, reminding me that there is no talking permitted. Shit! He starts typing on his messenger; a moment later, I get his text.

Nico #812: We won’t do anything u don’t want to do. But
know that I am in charge & as soon as u speak, we are done. I do not want to hear anything other than u moaning & screaming. 1 word & I’m out the door

I nod, breathing out a sigh of relief. There is no way I’m getting in
to that swing.

Nico #812: Let’s
set some rules. Obviously, the masks stay on & there is no talking. No safe word needed because speaking is considered the safe word. Is there anything u are not willing to do? Tell me now

LaLa #128: No anal, no anim
als & no sharing

Nic
o smiles as he reads my message and nods in agreement. Well, here goes nothing!

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LaLa looks fan-freaking-tastic! That little black dress is incredible. Oh God, I cannot wait to get my hands on her. She looks a bit hesitant now that she has seen the room. Not all rooms look like mine. I had Calvin put the swing in especially for me. I love using that thing. After getting the rules out of the way, I take both of our messengers and put them on the table next to the bed. I turn back to LaLa, she hasn’t moved a muscle. I can tell that she is still a little nervous, even though we kind of got to know each other via text over the past week.

Calvin has music pumping in through the sound system but I rarely pay attention to what is playing. 
However, tonight, for some reason, he must be in a sexy, 70s, R&B mood.  When I first got here, I came up to my room to make sure everything was clean and perfect for my night with LaLa.  At that time, Al Green was singing something about staying together.  As we stand here looking at each other, we both hear Marvin Gaye’s big hit
Let’s Get It On
emit from the speakers
at the same time.  She offers me a naughty smile, and I note the wicked glint in her eye.

I go to her, cup her face in my hands
, and just kiss her. She gasps softly, but kisses me back. God damn, she is a fabulous kisser! I pray to God that she gives head as fantastic as she kisses. The thought has my already rock hard cock straining even more to get out. I slip my hands down her sides, smoothing over the outside curves of her breasts then down over the flare of her hips. From there, my hands wander around to her ass, which is lush and oh so sexy. I press her closer and roll my hips forward so that she can feel how turned on I am. She slowly starts to relax and soften, her hands starting to wander over my body.

I am dying to see what she has on under her dress. I can’t figure out
how she can possibly be wearing a bra with how far the dress dips down in the front and back. Moving my hands back up to her shoulders, I slowly drag the soft fabric over her shoulders. The dress slides over her huge tits and stops at her hourglass shaped hips. She shimmies briefly, just before it drops to the floor at her feet. I take a step back to look at her and my jaw drops. Holy Mother of God! Where have you been all of my life? I can’t even begin to tell you how utterly gorgeous this woman’s body is.

LaLa is standing in front
of me in a red lace corset and thong. On top of that, she has a red and black garter belt holding up her thigh high stockings; plus, she’s still in her heels. I seriously almost came in my pants when I got my first glimpse.

Her tits are
big, perky, and real. Her stomach is flat, but she’s not disgustingly thin.  She has deliciously flared hips and toned legs. She might be short, but damn can she rock it; you don’t have to be tall to have a bangin’ body. I am so fucking her with that corset on.

I grab her hand and practically drag her over to the swing. I desperately need my face between her thighs, like yesterday. The closer we get to it
, the harder I have to drag her. I glance back at her, and she looks at me, her eyes wide and horrified, shaking her head fervently. I stick my bottom lip out in a pout and press my hands together as if I’m in prayer to say, “Please.” She frowns but continues to shake her head.

Okay
, I’m about to do something that I have never done in my life before, but I’m desperate, and LaLa needs to be treated delicately since she is already hesitant about the whole one night stand to begin with. I drop to my knees in front of her and beg as best as I can without speaking. I flash her a sexy smile and tilt my head trying to will her to agree. I can see her thinking about it. She finally rolls her eyes and nods her agreement. I spring to my feet and kiss her passionately in thanks.

She
melts into me as we kiss. Damn, she is so sexy, and she’s doing that thing with her tongue again - twirling it around mine, then hones in and starts to suck on it.  I’m going to need to come at least once before I fuck her; otherwise, I’ll be going off like a freaking teenager who’s having sex for the first time. As soon as she loosens her grip on my tongue, I reluctantly pull away because I must taste her at once.

I help her
into the swing, which is basically just a strap supporting her ass and back, with a loop to hold each thigh up and open. There are also loops up higher on the straps where she can hold on, if needed. I guess I can understand her hesitation; she is in a very vulnerable position, and I am in complete control, which is exactly how I like it.

I start by kissing the inside of her thighs, maki
ng her squirm and giggle cutely; apparently, she’s ticklish there. As I get closer to her core, the giggling stops and she begins to gasp. I get to her center and am unable to stop the moan that comes out of me, she smells so good. I use my tongue to tease her through the red lace thong, which is the only thing keeping me from tasting her. She lets out a throaty moan as her head falls back. Oh yeah, I got her now, and she will do anything I want.

I tease her
a little more before moving her thong aside. She is completely bare and super smooth. She must have waxed. Holy hell! That’s really freaking hot! I instinctively lick my lips before moving in to taste her - one lick and I’m instantly addicted. LaLa cries out in ecstasy, as I dive in, not able to get close enough. I barely touch her, and she comes hard and fast, but I keep going because I need more of her. Since she is unable to get away, she grabs my hair and pulls my head up and away from her core. Dammit!

She is panting heavily as she motions
for me to help her out of the swing. I help her dismount and am shocked when she immediately kisses me. I mean, my face is still wet from her. Hot damn! This woman is incredible! I guide her over to the bed as we continue to kiss. Once we get there, I break the kiss and toss her little body onto the bed. She smiles and I can see her eyes sparkling with amusement from behind her black mask.

As
I am not very modest, I let her watch me while I strip. Her eyes widen and her glistening, pouty, lips part in awe. I smile, even though I know that I must look somewhat smug. Hey, I work hard to keep my body in shape – rock hard abs and the perfect “v” - so I can be arrogant about it if I want to. I know most women think I am hot, so why pretend I am anything but. Plus, I have a big dick.

As soon as I am undressed, I climb
onto the bed, and then on top of her. I straddle her chest, letting her know exactly what I want. LaLa obliges and wraps that delicious mouth of hers around the head of my cock. Oh, fuck yes! I groan and lean forward with my hands on the bed above her head. She is going to town on my dick, and I can’t believe how close I get to coming so quickly. I drop my head to watch her, which is when she decides to do her kiss move, sucking and swirling her tongue. I don’t want to come in her mouth because I don’t know if she wants me to or not, so I quickly pull away from her and roll onto my back, where I immediately come onto my stomach. I didn’t even have to touch myself! I shove my hands into my hair as my abs pulls tight and my cock continues to pulse and twitch on its own.

Holy fucking shit! That was indescribable. I can’t believe I just came without even having to at least stroke myself a couple
of times. That has never happened to me before. I turn my head to look over at LaLa, who is smiling and biting her bottom lip. Witch! She knows exactly what she did to me!

I roll my eyes at her and point to the tissue box on
the table next to the bed. She grabs them for me and I clean myself. I don’t need any time to recover because even though I just came, I’m still rock hard. Not having sex for a few weeks, plus the fact that LaLa is incredibly sexy and has me turned on beyond belief, are key factors in why I’m still hard and ready for round two.

I go to my discarded pants and grab the three-pack of Magnum condoms that I have in my pocket.
I never use the condoms that Calvin provides in the VIP rooms. Not for nothing, but how do I know that someone didn’t tamper with them? I tear open the box and rip off one of the packets, tossing the rest over my shoulder. LaLa chuckles from her position on the bed. I climb back on the bed and situate myself between her legs. She is lying on her back, her hazel eyes watching every move I make. I bend over and kiss her. Her hands snake into the hair at the back of my head, sending goose bumps down my entire body. For a fleeting moment, I wish it is Delilah under me, threading her fingers into my hair, but I quickly shove that thought away.
Never going to happen.