14: TOUR OF THE HOUSE

DELILAH

Cole’s hand was warm on mine, his tone relaxed as he showed me each of the rooms. Pointing out aspects that either he or his brother had designed instead of the designer. Since admittedly they, as men, didn’t know how to really decorate a home. Even though Seth had his strengths in areas—both of them saw things like throw pillows and paintings as extra pretty things not often to be bought. Something that came as a shock to me as we entered what Cole had announced would be the grand hall for their party.

Their house wasn’t quite a mansion by any means, instead it was an innovative house that was less modern or classical and more… home brewed for lack of a better word. There were two rooms for their offices, a workout room, a large game and dining room attached to a kitchen; and then the grand hall; which was constructed for events like this or business meetings specifically when guests came to visit.

Which also explained the guest wing that I was staying in. While it had its own kitchen, there were also three bedrooms besides my own which was the master and had its own bathroom instead of the small external. However, there were unique things in the rooms I was walking through with Cole. There was a bar that was hand carved. Lights in the hallways that I hadn’t seen in normal homes. Then as we entered the grand hall, I just about lost my breath.

It was decorated for the party, something that was still half set up for tomorrow but still just as beautiful. Ferns and other lively greenery from vines and brush were all around the room; clearly a living accent that looked as if once fully set up would lead to outside for the guests with the two double doors wide open. There were sheets, napkins— and overall decor that screamed the colors of their brand from the intense blue to the undertones of purple for the lady’s section of their items.

“So. We never did discuss birth control,” Cole stated softly as he came up behind me, his hand immediately moving to caress my behind as the other trapped me against him. I tried not to make a noise as my eyes fluttered closed; his teeth grazing my earlobe and down my neck.

“I’m on it. I’d still prefer a condom but—” I cried out, his teeth biting down lightly as his other hand found the crux of my thighs. His expert fingers roaming to my clitoris with ease as if he had done it a thousand times prior.

“Don’t ~but~ darling. Tell me what you desire. I’ll make it happen. I’m happy to wear protection if it makes you comfortable. I dislike the idea of an accidental pregnancy.”

I had expected my knees to shake; instead, an intense sadness overcame me. Tears springing to my eyes that had Cole immediately on guard as he met my eyes, removing his hands to turn me around. “Whoa, what happened? What did I do? Did I say something wrong?”

Smiling, I held onto him trying to shrug off the thought that had come forward unbidden, letting the things that haunt me stay at rest. “No, I’m sorry. I just.” I looked down and then up once more shyly, hoping to look a little more sane. “As long as you’re also clean, yeah I don’t mind without. I’m just, really glad we can talk about it.”

Cole gave me a slightly quizzical look, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Well, I think that should be a conversation any two consensual adults should be able to have. Don’t you think?”

I didn’t respond, glancing down at the floor and back at him as a blush crept up my cheeks. “Despite the way I’ve written about relationships and sex I uh… I actually have limited experience with partners. I can still count them on one hand. I think you’re right, of course.” I added, thinking of several articles I was certain mentioned it even before my breakup. “I just suppose it’s been a while.”

The look on Cole’s face was curious but one of caution as his hand moved to my cheek, running a thumb over the cheek and down over my lip. “Pity. You’re so delicious, more for me to enjoy it would seem. To coax noises out of you that even you haven’t heard before.”

As hard of a conversation as it felt like we had been having, the flames were suddenly back; all-consuming at his words. The need in my stomach pulling tight like a cord of a harp. My core clenching at the very idea of what was to come with the lack of rejection.

His mouth was sinful as it landed on mine, pulling my body close to his. A moan escaped my throat as he pulled my hair back lightly—his other hand cupping my ass as he took his time kissing up and down my neck. His teeth occasionally scraped or fingers pinching my nipple as he coaxed noises from me. “Mmm that’s what I want to hear. Let me take you somewhere more comfortable.” He was panting as he pulled me close, his desire pressed against my stomach as my head rested on his chest trying to find air for a moment. It hardly lasted though. As he led me down the hallway—his mouth was on mine once more. Unsure if it had been me or him that initiated this time as our eyes made contact. The desire was tangible even before our lips met, and even more so as we stumbled into his room.

It felt like a millennia before I was pulling him on top of me onto his bed as he continued to kiss up and down my neck with small bites and nibbles. His expert fingers slowly undressing me as I felt as if my own clumsy ones struggled with his. “C-cole—” I whimpered out, rolling my hips against him.

“Don’t worry I won’t leave any visible marks.” He murmured as his cock pressed against the outside of my clothing nestled between my thighs. Though that was hardly the issue. I wanted him inside me... I wanted him here and now. The thought made me tremble as I pulled his mouth towards mine to kiss him once more. Pulling his body closer to mine now that there weren’t any barriers between us. Cole’s rough warm flesh pressing my cool skin.

His tongue plunged into my mouth without hesitation—my hands roaming over his body as he took his time savoring every moment. In no time at all, but in what also felt like an eternity—his cock was pressed and pulsing against my wet slick opening. Its soft bulbous head just barely stretching me, my entrance kissing the head of his cock. Each small grind only served to cover the tip of him in my wet fluids as I whimpered into his mouth; his thumbs running over my puckered nipples before he’d tug on them slightly.

Pulling back, Cole nuzzled me right behind my ear—his teeth tugging at my earlobe. “Are you ready to be mine?” He asked huskily, my heart beating like mad as I attempted to press him into me by lifting my hips.

I whimpered in response as if to say yes, knowing that he only meant for the moment. Oh, but a moment it would be. In this moment, I was indeed his. Cole chuckled, pulling back slightly causing me to make noises of protest as he pressed his forehead against mine. “Tell me properly. Do you want my cock inside you? I need to know if you really want it sweetheart.”

“P-please.” I whispered panting as his hands pinched and plucked at my nipples, my words making him thrust and grind against my opening once more—so close to slipping in; stretching my opening just slightly again and again. I wanted him inside me so bad I ached, I could feel my need starting to trickle down my ass. A whimper building in my throat. Why was he teasing me?

“Oh I don’t know. Please isn’t really asking for it, is it?” Cole whispered into my ear as if he were going to pull away—instead he simply pressed the tip into me a bit harder so close to pushing it in making a whimper leave my throat. Leaving my legs shaking.

He was right, but the words actually coming from my lips? I trembled beneath him, our breath coming quickly as he pulled back to look at me and me at him. The strain in both our faces was there—he was just as concerned as I was. This strange give and take between us for control. I could tell he wanted to as badly as I did; but he wanted me to submit first. To have me let go. Every part of me was screaming to have him fill me, making me bite back another whimpering sob I couldn’t quite cover.

“Please, please I want you inside—.” I cried out feeling the tip of him slip in my nails digging into his flesh as my lower half gripped the tip of his cock. He began to sink into me, pulsing in me as his lips met mine, thrusting within me in such a fluid motion I gasped. Lost in his kisses as he sunk into me, before pulling out just slightly to thrust back inside me once, twice— a third time grinding into me deeply. A low growl emanating from Cole as he pulled away from my lips once more and my body adjusted to his size.

“Fuck Delilah.” It was all he could manage to get out before Cole gripped onto my hair, pulling it back slightly to expose my neck once more. It was probably the last bit of conscious thought I had as I began to move and he fucked me in earnest. His cock filling and retreating with increasing speed and intensity as he moaned into my ear. Our bodies incredibly compatible as I was driven higher and higher. Cumming around him was intense. So intense I cried out. My body gripping his cock greedily as he continued to plunge into me over and over.

Cole wasn’t done. My unabashed moans began to fill the room as he continued to fuck me. Panting and gasping each time he hit home and my pussy would clench around his cock. Driving me to a higher peak. Making the entire room spin. He reached for my hands, lifting them above my head as I tried to turn my head from him. Unable to hide my face let alone what he was doing to me. “That’s it. Let go. Feel it.”

Sure enough, his words brought me to a higher peak, my pussy clamping down as I began to see stars. Unable to breathe as I felt as if my whole head had been dunked into ice water and back. Cole was right with me though. Crying out as he held me close, his lips meeting mine once more as he continued to pump his cock into me, and his cum began to flow into me.