Lydia's Dad

A/N: Somehow I keep finding time to work on this...though apologies for this chapter not being quite as...spicy as some, the next one will aim to please.

The morning was as hot and bright as the previous had been making for another perfect day at the beach. Or, as perfect as a ninety degree day in the sun could be. Delia and Lydia were stretched out on a blanket on the sand while Will reclined in a lounge chair. The sun was almost too vivid even with sunglasses on but Delia was determined to go back to school nice and bronzed.

Lydia sat up. “Did you put anything on your back?” she asked Delia.

“No; I couldn’t reach so I didn’t bother.”

“You’ll just burn instead of tan. I’ll do it,” she said reaching into her bag and pulling out a bottle of bronzing lotion.

Will sat up in his chair. “You’ll do what?”

“Put oil on Delia.”

“Fifty bucks if you do it with your top off,” he said scooting off his chair to sit on the blanket. “Delia too.”

“Let’s see the money,” Lydia said raising her eyebrows.

“How about I sleep with you instead?” he asked smirking.

“And what do I get?” Delia asked swinging her head around to look at Will.

“Well,” he said, “you’ll have to take it up with Lydia but the same offer extends to you.”

Lydia swung her foot back and kicked Will in the shins. “Why do I put up with him?” she asked Delia.

Will climbed over top of Lydia’s back. “Because Gene Simmon’s tongue has nothing on mine,” he whispered in her ear.

“Why are you whispering? Delia knows all the details, you know that,” she said grinning.

“Yes and she’s terribly jealous,” Delia said dryly.

“Hey, that threesome idea still stands,” Will said.

Lydia smacked him on the back of the head.

“You know I’m playing,” he said nudging her. “Unless you’re really into it. . . .”

Lydia’s face wasn’t happy.

“I’ll tell you what,” he said, rolling off her, “I’ll put the lotion on Delia.”

“Uh, how does that help?” Delia asked.

“If I can feel you up without getting a hard on that’ll show Lydia she’s the only one for me,” he said reaching for the bottle of lotion. “Though I can’t stress enough how open I am to this threesome,” he added.

“Fine, do it,” Lydia said.

Will squeezed out some of the tanning oil and began evenly applying it to Delia’s back. “See?” he said. “I’m as soft as a baby’s bottom.”

“Oh thanks a lot,” Delia said. She shut her eyes and wished he’d just finish. Sure, it was Will oiling her down, but his hands were strong and they felt good. Like Grant’s did. . . .

Will finished up and wiped his hands off on the blanket. “Think I’ll get in the water now,” he said quickly.

“You dick!” Lydia said standing up and kicking sand at him.

“Come on,” he said seizing her arm and pulling her toward the water.

Delia watched as they playfully swatted and splashed water at each other. Things like that made her miss being in a relationship. The little things.

Her eyes stared out to sea and she frowned realizing the week was rapidly getting away from her. Though she hadn’t gotten her tan yet, she had accomplished something she never thought she would.

Mr. Turner.

He was at work and wouldn’t be back until that evening which disappointed Delia a great deal. She could have gotten used to the daytime rendezvous that she had yesterday.

Still gazing seaward, an old fantasy wafted in her head that she used to spend hours thinking about.

She was staying the summer with Lydia and her parents at the beach house and one day they decided to take a boat out. Things were fine at first but soon a storm swept up out of nowhere and the boat was ripped apart. Lydia and her mother were safely whisked away by the Coast Guard but Mr. Turner and Delia didn’t make it and were washed up on a tropical island.

They made their way onto the beach, both soaking wet and Delia hysterical. Grant calmed her and the storm disappeared, leaving them with a gorgeous tropical paradise to explore. But night soon came and Grant managed to build a fire and find them fruit from the jungle. After finding some palm branches, they beded down for the night.

Delia couldn’t get to sleep though; she was too upset. Grant pulled her to him and held her tightly, promising that everything would be fine.

Their lips brushed against each others.

And then they were fucking like porn stars.

That was one of Delia’s favorite fantasies. The one she couldn’t help but think whenever she went with Lydia to the beach house. Maybe she could somehow work with Grant to make that fantasy a reality. . . .

“What’s that grin for?”

Delia quickly looked up.

Will and Lydia were walking toward her. “What are you grinning about?” he asked again.

“Oh, uh, nothing,” Delia said. “I’m just happy to be at the beach.”

“You two act like you’ve never been before and can’t ever go back. It’s just the damn ocean,” Will said.

“What are you talking about?” Delia asked.

“Lydia had to be up with the sun this morning because . . . it’s the beach!”

“Yeah, I thought you two were supposed to stay in bed all day?” Delia asked sitting up and stretching.

“Me too,” Will said.

“I wanted to get out before it got too hot,” Lydia said.

“It’s too hot now,” Will said, sitting back in his chair. “I need a drink.”

“So do I,” Delia said standing up. “I’ll get us something.”

She needed to clear her mind. If she kept thinking about Grant and his special abilities, she’d go crazy.

Making her way up to the deck and into the house, she realized she was really going to be sad to go back to school. Not just because of leaving Grant, but she’d miss the actual beach too and she was going to have to deal with Patrick; something she wasn’t looking forward to doing. But damn, she was really going to miss Grant.

Delia shivered as she went into the kitchen. She really had to remember to take her towel with her whenever she went inside. Or possibly turn the air conditioner down.

She opened the refrigerator and grabbed three bottles of water, thinking how incredibly fun it would be to show up at Grant’s office and surprise him with a little afternoon delight. Of course it was totally out of the question but fun to think about. Even though she was trying not to think about him. Maybe she’d get in the water; that should cool her off.

As she turned back for the sliding glass doors she heard a knock coming from the living room.

Who could possible be at the door?

Unless . . . Grant came home for lunch?

Smiling, Delia went into the foyer and opened the door without looking through the peephole.

It wasn’t Grant.

Delia’s mouth fell open. “What are you doing here?” she asked

“Hey Delia.”

“Patrick, what are you doing here?” she asked again.

“Will invited me.”

“What?” she asked, her eyes growing wide.

“Can I come in?”

Delia stepped out of the way and Patrick went in.

“I talked to him last night,” Patrick said. “You wouldn’t give me a chance to talk earlier so he told me just to come down.”

“Oh he did, did he? I think I need to have a word with him,” she said taking off for the kitchen.

Lydia and Will were coming in the sliding doors as Delia stepped into the kitchen.

“Patrick?” Lydia said.

“Hey,” Patrick said back.

“Will, what were you thinking inviting him here?” Delia asked.

“You invited him?” Lydia asked Will.

“I didn’t know he’d come!” Will said.

“Still in the room,” Patrick said raising his hand.

Delia left the kitchen for the family room, throwing herself down on the couch. She didn’t need this right now.

Patrick followed.

“Look Delia,” he said, “you wouldn’t talk to me so I called Will and he said I should just come down. He didn’t think I really would.”

“I thought you had to spend the break helping your dad?” Delia said.

Patrick shook his head. “I got out of it. To come see you.”

“Oh, well, thank you very much.”

“Delia,” he said sitting down beside her. “I just want to talk to you.”

“So talk,” she said crossing her arms over her chest.

“You look amazing by the way. Not that I expected that to change.”

“Patrick, I’m just not sure what you’re doing here. You didn’t want to talk when you called me Saturday. And by the way, I don’t have your Metallica CD.”

Patrick smiled. “I found it. I’ve been thinking a lot since then.”

“In three days?”

He nodded. “I miss us. I miss you.”

“Well, whose fault is that?”

“I know, I know,” he said. “I’ve been so crazy lately with school and my parents moving out of state; I was picking fights with you. But everything’s been worse with you not being around. I want you back in my life.”

“You want to get back together?”

Patrick nodded.

“I don’t know,” she sighed.

“What?” he asked in surprise.

“I need some time to think about things.”

“But you didn’t even want to break up.”

“And you think I’m just going to welcome you back with open arms? You-” she stopped suddenly and stood up.

“What?” he asked.

Delia turned away from him. “Nothing.”

“I hurt you,” he finished for her, pulling her toward him. “I know and I’m sorry. I want to fix it.”

Delia wriggled free from him. “And I just need to think about it, okay?”

“Okay,” he agreed. “Are you mad that I came?”

She shook her head and they walked back into the kitchen together. Delia wasn’t mad . . . but she was confused; and worried that with Patrick hanging around, she’d have trouble finding time to . . . be with Grant.

“So?” Will asked, now sitting at the kitchen table eating an apple. “You staying, man?”

Everyone turned to Delia.

“It’s up to him,” Delia said looking at Patrick.

“Then I guess I’m staying,” Patrick said.

They all found something for lunch, then Delia and Lydia went back out on the beach. Lydia wasn’t sure Delia was okay with everything and Delia spent several hours hashing it all out.

She couldn’t kid herself; she missed Patrick. But she had gotten used to the idea of it being over. Being with Grant had certainly taken her mind off Patrick too. Did she want to get back with him? She’d just have to see how things unfolded.

It was a little after five-thirty and everyone was piled in the family room, watching TV. Delia had been both eagerly awaiting and dreaded this time of day; Grant would be coming home soon. For some reason having both Grant and Patrick under the same roof made Delia extremely nervous. If she could sneak around with Grant under Lydia and Will’s noses, there’s no reason she couldn’t do it while Patrick was there. Except now there was a guilt issue . . . since Patrick wanted back with her.

“Weren’t there three of you when I left?” Grant asking as he walked into the family room several minutes later.

“Dad,” Lydia said, “you know Patrick, right?”

Grant nodded. “Sure.”

“He showed up,” Will said.

“After Will invited him,” Lydia added.

“Can he stay?” Will asked.

Patrick smiled hopefully at Grant.

“Well,” Grant said casting a quick look at Delia, “I guess it’s okay,” he said, offering a smile to let Patrick know he was being facetious. “But no more strays kids; that’s our last bedroom.”

“Thanks,” Patrick said.

“Sure thing,” Grant said, then took off upstairs.

Will and Patrick found a football and went down to the beach; Lydia joining them. Delia, however, told them she’d be down later.

“Still here?” Grant asked as when he came back a few minutes later.

Delia nodded. “He just showed up today. Apparently Will invited him.”

“He’s just winning all kinds of points with me.”

“Does it matter, though? Patrick being here?”

“I don’t know, does it?” he asked back.

“I hope not.”

“Well, what do you think about it all?” he asked, sitting on the couch.

“I don’t know,” Delia sighed. “He doesn’t have anything to do with us, though.”

“Us,” he said but it wasn’t a question.

“I missed you today,” she said sitting beside him.

“Oh but your boyfriend’s here now,” he teased.

“We’re not back together. And if it happens, it won’t be until after we get back to school,” she said smirking.

“Uh huh.”

“Jealous?” she grinned.

“You’d love that.”

“I really would.”

The sliding doors in the kitchen opened and someone came inside.

“Gotta go,” Delia said. She leaned over and kissed Grant’s lips, then got up and went into the kitchen.

Patrick had come back to the house to see what was keeping Delia. If she wanted him to stay out of the way for the rest of the week, she’d have to actually spend some time with him. Which, she begrudgingly admitted to herself, wouldn’t be too hard. She still had feelings for Patrick and even if she didn’t want to, it didn’t make it any less true.

They stayed on the beach until the sun went down, going back and forth from the sand to the ocean until the water turned too cold for comfort. Their girls against boys touch football game ended badly; the boys creamed the girls and both Delia and Lydia ended up covered in sand.

Eventually they headed back up to the house for showers and dinner in front of the TV. Delia was hoping she’d be able to work out some alone time with Grant, but so far, the chance hadn’t arisen. It wasn’t just Patrick wanting her around all the time; Grant had been upstairs the whole evening and Delia had no excuse to go up there.

Around ten he finally came down to find Delia and Lydia lounging in the family room.

“Where are Bill and Ted?” he asked.

“They went out,” Lydia said.

“For what?”

“Stuff,” Lydia shrugged.

“Oh, stuff? Well, I’m going to bed; let’s try to keep the drunken buffoonery down to civilized levels, okay?”

“Won’t hear a peep out of us.”

That’s what he was afraid of. “You’ll make sure Patrick has enough blankets and pillows?”

“Yes,” Lydia said impatiently. “Good night.”

“Night, Mr. Turner,” Lydia said giving him a smile.

“Good night you two,” he said, then headed back upstairs.

“Okay Delia, spill it,” Lydia said.

“Spill what?”

“What are you really thinking? About Patrick being here?”

“I don’t know,” she sighed.

“How can you not know? The day we got here you said you wished he was here.”

“I only said that if he were here . . . I’d probably have more fun,” she said with a grin and looked away. “But I never expected him to show up.”

“You know that I think you should make him sweat it out a while, but you’re eventually going to get back together, right?”

“Umm. . . .”

“Delia! You’ve been moping over him for two months.”

She was exactly right, so what was Delia thinking? Of course she wanted back with Patrick. Didn’t she? Why was she so hesitant?

“You still love him,” Lydia said.

Delia nodded. “I don’t know why I feel so undecided about this.”

“You just need to spend some time with him. Which is what you’ll do this week.”

“I guess.”

A car pulled up in the driveway and a minute later Will and Patrick emerged from the kitchen with bags of loot.

“What’d you get?” Lydia asked, standing up and taking the bag from Will.

“What didn’t I get?” he said.

Among bottles of Captain Morgan and Jose Quervo and Goldslaugher were various mixers and snacks; just what the end of a long, tiring, rough day at the beach called for. Chips and dips were opened, drinks blended, shots poured and soon the group, all sprawled out on the couch and floor, had gotten into a silly game of Truth or Dare.

“Okay, okay,” Lydia said laughing, “Truth or Dare Will?”

“You know all my secrets already Lydia,” he said.

“So Dare?” she asked.

“And there’s nothing you can come up with that I won’t do,” he said matter of factly.

“Then I’m giving you Truth. Spring semester of last year, when we broke up for those few months, did you hook up with that Amy chick?”

“Hey, we said what happened during the break up didn’t matter,” he said pouring four more shots.

“Thank you,” Patrick said taking the glass and downing it.

“You know I don’t even like vodka,” Delia said making a face. Nevertheless, she did the shot.

“Back to the question,” Lydia said. “You have to answer.”

“Lydia, why does it matter? It was a year ago and we were broken up,” Will said.

“I think he’s already answered it,” Delia said.

“You fucking asshole,” Lydia said standing up. “We hadn’t even been apart two weeks!”

“Lydia,” he said with a grin, “calm down.” He knew she wasn’t that mad, it was just the alcohol making her upset. “I didn’t sleep with her.” He pulled Lydia down on his lap. “Okay? It didn’t happen.”

“You better be glad,” she said.

“Now it’s your turn,” he said. “Truth or Dare?”

Lydia took a sip of her daiquiri and thought for a second. “Dare.”

“Ah, Dare . . . hmm. Dare. . . .” Suddenly Will looked up, his eyes sparkling. “Oh this is too easy. You and Delia have to kiss.”

“Hey, I didn’t take Dare,” Delia said.

“Well, it’s a freebie. You have to do it, Lydia picked dare!” Will said practically jumping up and down.

“What are you, fourteen?” Lydia asked.

“I’m waiting,” Will said.

“So am I,” Patrick added.

“For how long?” Lydia asked.

“Until I say,” Will said grinning.

“The standard five seconds,” Delia said.

“You’re actually going to do it?” Will asked, his eyes widening.

“We’ve kissed before, you know?” Lydia said.

“The fuck I knew,” he said. “When did this happen and where was I?”

“Mexico, our freshman year,” Lydia said.

“Oh yeah,” Delia chimed in, “the bartender said he’d give us free drinks if we did.”

“We were both already smashed but who gives up free alcohol, especially on spring break?” Lydia said.

“That’s a fun story,” Will said. “So what are you waiting for?”

Delia leaned over and whispered something in Lydia’s ear; Lydia grinned.

“Okay,” Lydia said, “we’ll kiss, but you two have to as well.”

“What?” Will said. “That’s not how it works.”

“It’s how it’s ‘gonna work,” Delia said.

“How about we up it a bit?” Lydia asked. “We’ll use tongue.”

“For ten seconds,” Delia said.

“Fuck,” Will said, “that’d be fucking hot.”

Patrick nodded. “And the drunker they get who knows what else they’d do?” he said to Will.

“Well, boys, we’re waiting,” Lydia said.

“I don’t know, man,” Will said.

“Come on,” Delia said. “One little kiss?”

“Not open mouth, right?” Patrick asked.

“That’s right,” Delia said.

“Although,” Lydia started with a grin, “once you get into it, who knows? It might just happen naturally. . . .”

“No fucking way.” - “Forget it.” Will and Patrick said at the same time.

“Oh she’s just teasing!” Delia said. “Now come on, it’s no big deal. It’s not sexual, it’s just a kiss. Lydia and I aren’t into girls, but we can kiss because it doesn’t mean anything.”

Will and Patrick looked at each other. Patrick shrugged.

“Fine,” Will said, “but I’m sticking it anywhere I want tonight,” he said in Lydia’s ear.

“Fine,” she smirked. “Now get to it boys.”

“You and Delia first,” Will said.

“Oh no,” Lydia said, “I know you, you won’t do it! You and Patrick first.”

“How do we know you two will go through with it?” Patrick asked.

“Because, as I’ve already said, it’s no big deal to us,” Delia said.

“Fuck,” Will muttered. “Whatever.”

Grinning, Delia got up from between Patrick and Will and sat down in the floor on her knees; Lydia joined her.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Will said.

“We’ll just close our eyes and count to five in our heads,” Patrick said.

“On the count of three,” Lydia said. “One . . . two . . . three!”

Will and Patrick’s mouths touched. Each boy had his eyes tightly shut and lips pressed against the others. It was completely forced and strained and not sexy one little bit.

“Hold it,” Lydia said, bringing her hand up.

Will and Patrick immediately jerked away with sighs of relief.

“If Delia and I are making out for ten seconds and we’re using our tongues the least we could get is something in return.”

“What are you talking about?” Will said. “We did it!”

“You looked like you had guns to your heads,” Delia said.

“That’s as good as it’s going to get,” Patrick said.

“Oh really?” Lydia asked. “Then you can forget about us doing it.”

“What!?” Will shouted.

“That’s not even fair,” Patrick said.

“What’s it going to take for us to get a real kiss?” Lydia asked.

“What do you mean, exactly?” Patrick said.

“Name what you want in return,” she said.

A grin broke over Will’s face. “Anything?”

“Within reason,” Lydia said.

“So about that threesome?” he said.

“That’s not within in reason,” Lydia sighed.

“Oh give it up Lydia,” he said, “you and Delia have practically fucked anyway!”

“We kissed!” Lydia said. “For free liquor!”

“Wait-” Patrick said, “I’m lost on this threesome thing.”

“Look I’m not suggesting that you and Delia have to go all Ellen on each other; I get to be in the middle, I get all the attention.”

“Whoa, what the fuck, man?” Patrick said. “Delia’s my-” he stopped quickly. “I mean-”

“Yeah, what do you mean?” Delia interrupted.

“Nothing,” he said shaking his head.

“If we give you one, we have to give Patrick one,” Lydia said to Will.

“But that’s different,” Will said.

“Why?”

“Because Delia’s single; you’re not.”

“Look, are you two going to kiss or what?” Delia said to Will.

“Okay, we will,” Will said, “but the two of you have to each do something for us. Whatever we say, whenever we say it.”

“Fine,” Lydia said.

“Delia?” Will asked.

“Sure,” Delia said.

“Swear it,” Will said.

“Oh Will get on with it!” Lydia said.

“Okay,” Will said. “Okay.”

“Get to it,” Delia said grinning.

“Remember, a real kiss,” Lydia said.

“Yeah, yeah,” Patrick said.

Will scooted closer on the couch beside Patrick; they turned to each other.

Delia and Lydia watched eagerly from the floor as they leaned even closer and once again, their lips touched. Their mouths stayed closed but they leaned into each other and kissed for a full five seconds.

“Damn,” Lydia said, “I don’t know about you Delia, but I think I need to go change my shorts.” She got up from the floor and climbed up on Will’s lap.

“I have to agree,” Delia said.

“That was so hot,” Lydia said pulling Will down for her own kiss.

“You liked that?” Will asked.

Lydia nodded.

“Good. Tell anyone and I will fucking kill you,” he said with a smile.

Delia went over to the couch and sat back down between Will and Patrick. Picking up a half empty bottle of beer, she turned to Patrick. “It’ll be worth it,” she said.

“What will?” he asked.

“Whatever I have to do.”

Patrick smiled. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Alright girls,” Will said, “your turn.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” Lydia asked. “I mean, since we’ve done it before it’s not anything special.”

“Oh sure it is,” Will said.

“You agreed,” Patrick said.

“So we did,” Delia said.

Will leaned back and Delia and Lydia reached across him and kissed.

It wasn’t a big deal to Delia; the kiss. She knew how it would make Will and Patrick react and that was the driving force behind it. She and Lydia were as close as any friends could be and what was a little kiss between life long pals?

“That was ten seconds,” Lydia said after she and Delia pulled apart.

“That was fucking awesome,” Will said. “Seriously, my dick is like, iron.”

Delia sat back against Patrick. “And you?” she asked.

“Give me your hand,” Patrick said.

Delia put her hand in Patrick’s who immediately placed it over his zipper.

“Uh huh,” Delia said, then started laughing.

“What?” he asked.

“You’re such a guy,” she said.

“Aren’t they?” Lydia asked. “Guys who kiss other guys!”

“Lydia!” Will warned. “We don’t speak of it after this night!”

“You know, we didn’t make a big production out of it, why did they?” Lydia asked Delia.

“They’re obviously insecure about their sexuality,” Delia said.

“You know they’re right,” Will said.

“Entirely,” Patrick said.

“Let’s go make out, Patrick,” Will said standing.

“Screw that, I’m ready to fuck,” Patrick said.

“Haha,” Lydia said dryly. “Sit your ass back down.”

“Are we still playing?” Delia asked.

“Oh let’s,” Lydia said pouring a shot of rum.

They continued playing well into the night, the liquor flowing steadily. Delia was thoroughly enjoying her intoxicated self and couldn’t remember the last time she had ever laughed so much. The only trouble came when she was given the question of whom had she had the best sex with?

Four days ago she would have said Patrick without even blinking. Four days ago the answer would have been Patrick.

But now. . . .

“He knows who he is,” she said glancing at Patrick.

That took care of that!

They were soon all too drunk to make any sense and the little party broke up. Will carried Lydia upstairs on his back, both giggling the whole way.

“Guess we should go to bed too,” Delia said standing.

“Yours or mine?” Patrick asked with a grin, standing up beside her.

“If only it were two months ago. . . .” she said, then reached up to whisper in his ear. “We’d have so much fun tonight.”

“Delia,” he said, putting his arms around her. “Can’t we just forget all that? Let’s put it behind us.”

She shook her head. “You’re not getting off that easy. Literally.”

“I want to kiss you,” he said in her ear.

“I didn’t want to spend a week in bed crying over you,” she said, her smile gone. “We don’t always get what we want.” She wriggled away from him and turned for the stairs.

“Delia?” he called after her.

Delia ignored him and headed for her room.

Once inside she shucked her clothes and put on a tank top and matching shorts, then turned her light off and crawled into bed.

But laying there in the dark she realized there was somewhere else she’d rather be.

Without giving it another thought, she got up and left her room, heading down the hall. She didn’t bother to knock on the door, she went straight inside and climbed up on the bed, sitting on top of the sleeping man.

“Mr. Turner?” she said softly.

Grant didn’t wake.

“Mr. Turner,” she said again, this time louder and giving him a little shake.

Slowly he opened his eyes. “Delia?” he asked.

She grinned. “Hi.”

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“You,” she said, bending over and kissing him.

“Delia,” he said pulling away, “it’s,” he turned to the clock on the table beside his bed, “two-thirty in the morning.”

“Yeah and?” she asked.

“I have to get up in four hours.”

“I’ll get you up now,” she grinned, dropping a kiss on his neck.

“Are you drunk?” he asked getting a whiff of alcohol from her.

“A little bit,” she said with a giggle. “But I still wanna fuck.”

“You need to go to sleep,” he said.

Delia shook her head.

“Well, I need to sleep.”

She frowned. “You don’t want me?”

“You know I have to get up early.”

“Fine,” she sighed slipping off the bed.

“Delia,” he said apologetically and sat up.

“Forget it,” she said and left his room.

Once back in her own room she got in bed again. What was she going to do? Grant was too busy sleeping and she was in the mood . . . now. The kiss between Will and Patrick had possibly been one of the hottest things she’d ever seen and from that moment on she was, well, to put it simply . . . fucking horny. Patrick had offered his services and now that Grant was unavailable, Delia didn’t trust herself not to go knock on his door.

She didn’t have too though, because someone knocked on hers.

Delia sat up, her stomach slightly fluttering. Was that Patrick? And was she really going to sleep with him?

As she got up to answer the door, she wasn’t entirely sure.

She opened the door and a grin spread over her face.

“I’m wide awake now,” Grant said.

Delia pulled him in and eased the door shut then promptly wrapped her arms around his neck and stuck her tongue down his throat.

They made their way to the bed, falling to it still wrapped in each others arms.

“We have to be quiet,” he said tugging her shirt off.

“I’ll try,” she said.

He slipped his tongue back in her mouth and slid her shorts down her body, then did the same with her underwear. He fitted himself comfortably between her legs and his hands trailed down her body, cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples.

Delia moaned into his mouth.

Grant broke the kiss and his lips glided down her body, his tongue coming out to stab at her rosy nipples. Her hand came up to thread in his hair, the other grabbed onto the sheets as her body arched upward to his mouth.

“Mmm, Mr. Turner,” she moaned as he sucked one of the pink buds into his mouth. Using his tongue from underneath, he sucked on it for a few seconds before letting his teeth gently nip at it.

Delia arched up again, biting down on her lower lip and moaning out

Grant inched his lips over to her other nipple and gave it the same treatment.

“Mmm, more,” Delia moaned, this time louder.

“Delia,” Grant said, “shhh.”

“Can’t help it,” she sighed as he sucked harder on her nipple.

He released her from his mouth and made his way farther down her body until his tongue was diving into the heat between her legs.

Delia moaned loudly, not bothering at all to stay quiet.

He swept his tongue up and down her, one of her hands coming up to grasp at his head, the other clutching onto the sheets. His tongue stabbed at her, long, even strokes causing Delia to sigh and utter all sorts of soft moans.

“Mmm, Mr. Turner,” she sighed “So amazing. . . .”

Grant stab his tongue inside her once more before sliding back up her body. “I want to be inside you,” he said.

Delia reached down to free his rock-hard cock from his boxers and stroke it a few times.

“Delia,” he moaned in her ear.

She nodded quickly.

Grant bent his lips to hers and kissed her, then slowly slid himself inside her.

Her gasp equaled his as he swelled inside her, going deeper and deeper until he filled her completely. Her hands held tightly onto his back and she shut her eyes and pressed her head into the pillows.

“Oh God,” he groaned.

“Mm hm,” she nodded, letting a half smile form.

Grant kissed her lips and began to thrust into her, gasping out. She was so tight and warm, so inviting, so amazing around his hard flesh. He went slow at first, afraid if he started really fucking her the whole house would wake up.

“Mr. Turner,” she moaned, gripping his back, “mmm, ohh.”

He picked up the pace a little, his stomach smacking slightly harder into hers. She was so sweet and beautiful and damn if she didn’t make him rock hard just by looking at him.

“More,” she cried. “Please.”

“You have to be quiet, okay?” he said. “Remember?”

Delia nodded.

At her nod, Grant went faster until he was slamming into her at top speed. His chest smashed down onto her over and over as he slid in and out of her sweet body. Beneath him she flung her body upward to meet his.

“Mr. Turner!” she cried out as he went harder and faster. “Yes!”

“Shh,” Grant said silencing her with his tongue.

Delia immediately kissed Grant back and encircled her arms around his neck.

Again, he picked up the speed and forcefulness of his thrusting until Delia was constantly crying out for him.

She arched her body up to meet his and when he went even deeper, she came with a cry, jerking her head away from his. Her hands left his neck and fell to the bed where they thrashed around as her body jerked and shuddered.

Grant slid into her one last time before coming himself, groaning deeply and collapsing on top of her.

Delia panted as her body finally calmed. The weight of Grant’s body on hers was a delicious kind of soothing sensation and she brought her arms back up to hold him.

“Now aren’t you glad I woke you up?” she asked.

“So glad,” he said, his head buried in her hair.

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