Lydia's Dad

A/N: You guys are guessing my plot points! Well, maybe that means you\'ll keep reading...


“Hey, Delia? Delia, wake up.”

Delia groggily opened her eyes to the irritation of someone shaking her.

“Delia?”

“What?” she said, her eyes fully open now; Lydia stood over her bed.

“Will and I found this place that charters boats out to an island.”

“You woke me up to tell me that?”

“They do sightseeing and shelling tours. It’s supposed to be really nice.”

“What time is it?”

“A little after nine.”

Delia groaned. “Well, when does it leave?”

“We’d need to go soon.”

“I think that counts me out.”

“Oh why?” she asked flopping down on the bed.

“It’s just . . . my head,” she said touching her temple. “I must have drank more than I thought last night because I feel like crap. Plus I don’t have time to shower or get ready.”

“Are you sure?” she asked disappointedly.

“Yeah,” Delia nodded. “I think I just need to sleep it off, you know? I’ll be good later.”

“Okay. We should be back around five or so.”

“I’ll be here,” Delia smiled.

“Well, feel better,” Lydia said then got up and left.

Oh she would, Delia thought with a grin. The whole house to herself . . . and Grant. Of course he was at work but maybe . . . just maybe she could get him to come home.

There was a quick knock at Delia’s door and then it opened and Patrick stepped inside. “Morning,” he said.

“Hey,” Delia said back.

“I want to stay with you.”

“Oh no, you don’t have to,” she said sitting up.

“I know I don’t have to,” he said walking over to the bed. “I want to. I’ll nurse you back to health.”

“No really, I’m just going to sleep.”

“Come on, I’m sure Will and Lydia would prefer to go alone anyway,” he said sitting on the bed.

“Not even; Will was completely jazzed when you arrived. There wasn’t enough testosterone around here for him.”

“But I came to be with you and I haven’t been.”

“I know,” she said touching his hand. “But I really just need to go back to sleep. When you get back, we’ll talk, okay? I mean, definitively this time.”

“Yeah?”

Delia nodded, then leaned over and kissed his lips. “Have a good time.”

“Okay,” he sighed and stood up. “Okay. I’ll see you later.”

Delia lay back down and waited a good fifteen minutes, making sure everyone was gone; then with a ridiculous grin, she got up and headed for the shower.

Time was precious, especially since the week was almost over, and she didn’t have a minute to waste.

She still felt bad about lying to everyone but she had in fact drank more last night than she thought, now that she actually thought about it. After that incredible bathtub rendezvous’ with Grant, Delia was feeling pretty good and therefore imbibed. As for the hangover though, that was nonexistent.

After showering and drying her hair, Delia rummaged through the top drawer of the chest in her room looking for just the right thing. . . . Now she wished she had gone into that lingerie store after all. She hadn’t exactly brought anything overly sexy with her since she didn’t have a reason to wear it. She did have a black satin bra and underwear set with a matching short robe, though. Hmm. That’d work.

She got dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen, finding Grant’s work number near the phone. Grinning, she cleared her throat and dialed.

“Grant Turner’s office,” came the voice on the other line.

“Yes, I need to speak with Grant please.”

“Who’s calling?”

Delia was silent for a second. “His daughter.”

“One moment please.”

Elevator music blasted in Delia’s ear until she heard Grant’s voice.

“Lydia?”

“Not exactly,” Delia said.

Grant cleared his throat. “Uh-”

“Relax,” she said. “Everyone’s gone.”

“Oh yeah, where are they gone to?”

“Some boat excursion or something.”

“Why didn’t you go?”

“Well, I was thinking you could maybe . . . come home.”

\"I can’t just leave.”

“Sure you can. They won’t be back until late and I’m just sitting here in this little robe . . . it’s so hot out, I might just have to open it.”

“Delia-”

“Then again . . . it’s pretty cold in here. . . . What do you think Mr. Turner?”

“I don’t think I should say.”

“Just tell them something came up,” she said. “I promise it’ll be worth it.”

“Well, I am the vice-president,” he said.

“Exactly,” she said with a grin. “So come back to the house. I won’t disappoint.”

Grant was quiet for a minute. “I’m on my way.”

Delia was almost giddy when she hung up the phone. She was going to have the whole day alone with Grant! How many times had she fantasized about that? Delia had been coming to the beach house with Lydia for so long, that’s where most of her daydreams took place.

Which was funny because that’s where all of the fucking was taking place.

Delia left the kitchen and went into the bathroom to check herself out a final time.

She had never considered herself a narcissistic person, but damn it, she looked good. The robe was tied around her waist, tight enough to keep it closed, but loose enough so that her cleavage was visible in a teasing way. It was fairly thin satin and tied tightly so that it clung to her and the hem barely reached her mid-thigh.

Oh yeah, it was hot.

She quickly left the bathroom and went back in the kitchen to wait for Grant, who arrived about five minutes later.

Delia heard the front door open and she tried not to smile as she heard Grant walk into the kitchen.

“Mr. Turner,” she said, sitting at the table with her legs crossed.

Grant’s mouth fell open but he said nothing, only let his eyes rake over her.

He cleared his throat. “Uh, so where did everyone else go?” he asked.

Delia stood. “On some sightseeing tour thing. Lydia said they wouldn’t be back until five.”

“Ah, so that means-”

“That we have most of the day, didn’t I explain this already?” she asked, reaching up and undoing his tie.

“Sorry, I forgot everything I ever knew when saw you,” he said fingering the edge of her robe that curved up just at the swell of her breast.

“I forgive you,” she said and slipped his tie from around his neck and tossed it to the floor.

“What’d you tell them this time?”

Delia slid his suit jacket from his shoulders and let it join the tie on the kitchen floor. “That I had a little too much to drink last night and needed to sleep it off.”

“You seem entirely coherent to me,” he said as she began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Yeah, well, I feel better.” She undid the last button then slid her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Grant kissed back, slipping his tongue past Delia’s lips and wrapping his arms around her waist.

Delia pulled away. “Should I get the rope or you?” she asked with a grin.

Grant swept her up in his arms without saying a word and took her upstairs.

Once inside he deposited her on the bed but didn’t get on it himself.

“Why are you not ravaging me?” she asked with a pout.

“I’m looking for something,” he said his eyes wandering around the room.

“What?” she asked, sitting up against the headboard.

“Ah, wait a minute,” he said turning to the closet. He opened the door and peered inside, then reached up and took down a hatbox, then took it over to the bed and climbed up beside her.

“What?” she asked.

Grant took off the lid and pulled out several long scarves.

Delia’s heart rate sped up. “And what are those for?” she ask coyly.

“What do you want them to be for?” he asked back.

She grinned and flung her arms up to the headboard of the bed.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked scooting in front of her.

Delia nodded quickly.

“Okay,” he said slowly and began untying her robe. “But first we have to get rid of this.”

She let Grant slip the black satin from her shoulders and smiled at his reaction to what was underneath. “You like?” she asked.

Grant bent his head and kissed over the tiny strip of soft material between her breasts. “I like,” he said.

Then, without wavering, he reached beneath her and unhooked her bra and pulled it off, then made short work of her underwear. “Now scoot up.”

Delia did as he said until she was almost setting up. “Why?” she asked.

He took her arm and one of the scarves and leaned over her, tying her left wrist to a column of the headboard. “You’ll be more level this way,” he said, then tied up her right wrist. Instead of her arms being straight above her, they were more to the side.

“You sound like you\'re experienced in this,” she said with a grin.

“I wasn’t always an old married man,” he said kissing her stomach.

“But that’s how I like you.”

Grant didn’t reply. His lips trailed up Delia’s stomach and over her breast, ignoring the pink bud that was begging for attention.

Delia shifted under his mouth, arching into him.

“So, my dear,” he said sliding his hands up her thighs and pushing them apart so he could get closer, “tell me why you wanted this.”

Because, Lydia wasn’t the only one who liked to be dominated. But Delia thought it best not to mention that. “I like you being in control.” She moaned as Grant’s tongue stabbed out at her nipple, then sucked it in his mouth.

“Yeah?” he asked.

Delia nodded. “Being at the mercy of your . . . everything.”

“And you are, you know?” he said, squeezing her other nipple between his fingers. “At my mercy.”

Closing her eyes Delia thought she could come just from his voice. He sounded so commanding and, well, dominant.

“Are you going to do what I say?” he asked, squeezing harder.

“Yes,” she moaned arching into him again. “Whatever you say.”

“Good girl.” He sat back and slid his hand up her thigh and over her side to slowly stroke her stomach. “Tell me what you like.”

“Everything,” she said, her eyes still closed.

“What’s everything?” he asked, his fingers ever-so-gently trailing over her abdomen.

She opened her eyes and a smile spread over her face. “You want me to say it? Specifically?”

Grant nodded.

“Graphically?” she asked slyly.

“You just have to tell me.”

And she would. His hands kept gliding below her bellybutton, lower and lower each time but never low enough to where she really needed and wanted it. The second Grant had tied her up she was wet and it was only getting worse.

“You’re not shy, Delia,” he said, dropping a kiss on her neck.

“I never said I was,” she said. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes again. “No one’s ever made me feel as good as you do.”

“Not exactly what I meant, but keep talking,” he said kissing back down her neck.

“I love your hands,” she sighed as his fingers snuck up her stomach and his hand closed over her right breast. “When they touch me.”

“Yeah?” he asked, massaging her breast.

Delia arched into his hand. “Yes,” she moaned.

“Where? Where do you like me touching you?” He continuing kissing along her neck and jaw, his hands now both caressing her sides.

She squirmed under his hands desperate for more of him.

“Delia,” he said, “I know you want it . . . just tell me.” His hand fell to the inside of her thigh and just grazed her skin.

“Inside me,” she moaned. “Just finger fuck me.”

Grant chuckled. “Now it comes out, hmm?”

Delia jerked her arms and bucked her hips trying to get as close to Grant as possible. “I told you want I wanted,” she whined.

“So you did,” he said with a smirk. “But I didn’t say I’d acquiesce to your demands.”

“What?” she asked opening her eyes.

“I told you to tell me what you like; I didn’t say I’d do it,” he said looking up at her.

“Grant-”

“I think I prefer Mr. Turner now,” he said stabbing his tongue out at her nipple.

“Oh is that how it’s going to be?” she asked.

He looked up at her with a smirk.

“Please Mr. Turner, touch me,” she moaned arching her body up toward him and shutting her eyes.

“Good girl,” he said and sucked her nipple past his lips.

“Mmm,” Delia moaned. “Mr. Turner, please.”

“I don’t know. . . .” he drawled out.

Again Delia tugged on her binds. “I need you.”

“I bet you do,” he said stroking her thigh again. “I’ll just see.” He slid his forefinger barely inside and up the length of her sex.

Delia thrust up for more but Grant didn’t let her have any.

“Ah ah,” he said shaking his head and pulling his finger out of her. “I’m in control, remember?”

She groaned and opened her eyes. “And I’m doing what you say.”

“You’re right,” he nodded. He bent his head down to her ear. “Close your eyes,” he whispered.

Delia closed her eyes.

Slowly, Grant slid his finger back into her, this time all the way.

She moaned and bucked her hips. “Mr. Turner.”

Grant thrust his finger a few times before slipping another one inside of her.

“Mmm, more,” Delia cried.

“What do you say?” he asked bending over again and sucking on her nipple, this time nipping it with his teeth.

Delia groaned and jerked her arms. “I want to touch you,” she said.

He shook his head and flicked her clit with his finger.

“Graaaant,” she moaned.

Thrusting once more, he kissed between her breasts and pulled out again.

“Oh, no, no,” she said opening her eyes and shaking her head.

“I thought you wanted this, Delia?” he asked looking up at her again. “Isn’t that what you said? Me being in control?”

“Yes,” Delia said nodding. “But . . . I just want you so bad.”

“Well, I just want to give you what you want,” he said, then leaned down to her ear. “I just want to make you want it more.”

“Mmm,” she moaned as Grant’s fingers twisted her nipple. “I do.”

“Already?”

“I think you underestimate yourself Mr. Turner.”

“You think?”

Delia nodded with a grin. “And the effect you have on the female of the species.”

“What about you?” he asked, kissing up to her chin. “Do you think I’d have a torrid affair with just any of my daughter’s friends?”

She giggled. “I hope not. But you’re right; boys do seem to like me.”

“Uh huh,” he said, sucking on the bottom of her earlobe.

“But still, there’re a few things I’m not entirely educated in.”

“Well, I could certainly teach you,” he whispered in her ear.

The thought made Delia shiver. “I think I could only benefit from that, Mr. Turner,” she said and nudged him in for a kiss.

“So what field do you need a lesson in?” he asked when the kiss broke.

“Hmm,” she thought, “I’ve never done this before.”

“This?” he asked, motioning to her tied arms.

She nodded.

“And already so good at it,” he said starting to kiss down her neck.

“It’s all you,” she said.

He trailed his lips down her body, stopping to lavish attention on both nipples until she was moaning constantly. “What do you want, Delia?” he asked.

“Your tongue inside me,” she moaned, not caring the least about decorum.

Grant chuckled. “Asked and answered, huh?” he said. He scooted farther down on the bed and placed a kiss on the inside of her thigh.

“Graaant,” she whined.

He shot her a reproachful look.

“Mr. Turner, I mean. Make up your mind, why don’t you?”

“Excuse me?” he said moving back up her body.

“What are you doing?” she asked, panic rising in her voice.

“I didn’t like your tone.”

“Sorry,” she said. “But you made me start using your first name and now you want-” She stopped; his look was still unhappy. “I’m sorry Mr. Turner. Please, go down on me,” she said shutting her eyes.

“Now see?” he asked, crawling back down. “I’m happy to please.” And with that he bent his head and tasted her.

Delia groaned and jerked on her binds again. She was so ready for him, God, she just wanted to be consumed. Her eyes were tightly shut and she bucked her hips toward him.

Grant thrust his tongue inside her a few times, then barely touched her agonizing clit and pulled away from her.

Delia opened her eyes. “What are you doing?”

“I think the proper term is,” he leaned down to her ear, “teasing you.”

She let her head fall back in frustration and she sighed. “Do you have any idea how crazy I’m going?”

“Some,” he said with a grin and started placing kisses on her neck while his hands danced over her stomach and breasts.

Delia opened her eyes to watch her torment. Grant was doing everything he could to make her lose her mind. His hands caressed her body, squeezing, massaging, rubbing, the sensation so good it was almost painful. Her nipples were so hard she thought they were going to break off when his fingers barely touched them. She arched into his hands and pulled at the scarves that were keeping her from touching him. The hot core between her legs cried shamelessly for him and all Delia could do was lie there and let it happen.

He kissed down the path between her breasts, then over to them, avoiding the sensitive buds that desperately needed him.

“Oh God, Mr. Turner, please!” Delia cried, forcefully jerking her arms, her eyes tightly shut again.

“Well, you have been very good,” he said.

Delia nodded and Grant brought his hands up to her, each covering a breast and each grasping a nipple and squeezing it until Delia cried out.

“Oh yessss!”

Grant kissed her skin. “Are you ready for me, Delia?”

She opened her eyes. “Ready for you?”

He dropped his hands to her thighs and pushed them apart, slipping closer to her between her legs.

Delia gasped out loud as she felt his hardness press down on her. “Oh yes, please, I’m ready, please Mr. Turner,” she moaned in a rush.

Grant sighed and unzipped his pants, not even bothering to get undressed.

Delia unconsciously licked her lips when Grant’s firm cock sprang free of his pants. For some reason, she hadn’t quite realized how fucking big he was. The thought of that hard column of flesh ripping through her was enough to make her tear up.

“Please, Mr. Turner, please,” she begged thrusting her body up at him.

Grant nodded and pushed her legs farther apart, then thrust himself inside of her.

Delia howled and reached for him but the scarves held her back.

“God Delia,” he moaned as he slid all the way inside. “Do you know how fucking hard I am?”

“I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you,” she moaned, her eyes closed.

Grant began thrusting, but his mouth stayed near her ear. “I’d never do anything you didn’t want.”

Delia nodded and pressed her head into the pillows. She was going to die, that’s all she could think. She was going to die from pleasure. He was so stiff and swollen inside of her and plunging in at top speeds, his chest smacking against hers. The harder he went the more vocal she became, the more she thought she was going to jump out of her skin. Never had she been so wet, so completely flooded with desire for someone; there was no way she would last long at all.

She desperately wanted to touch Grant, but being tied up while he fucked her senseless was still such a turn on, she didn’t dare ask him to let her free. They were both too lost to attempt it anyway.

“Oh God, yessss!” she wailed flinging her body to meet Grant’s. His tongue touched her lips and she quickly opened her mouth to give him access.

His hands gripped her sides just next to her breasts and his thumbs reached over to flick at her nipples as he kissed her.

“Mr. Turner!” she cried, jerking her mouth from his. The rhythm of his hips, his fingers, his thrusting was finally too much and Delia came, tugging on her binds so hard she was afraid she’d rip the skin.

Grant didn’t stop as Delia writhed under him. He pushed himself farther, reaching deeper than he thought possible until like lightening, he came too, collapsing on top of her like a ton of bricks.

“Jesus Christ Delia,” he said, “I haven’t come that hard . . . fucking ever.”

Delia couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. Could barely breathe.

After a few minutes Grant quickly pulled out of her and set up. “Shit, sorry,” he said and untied Delia.

Her arms immediately fell to the bed.

“Are you okay?” he asked sliding down and kissing her wrist.

Delia nodded and a grin spread over her face. “Wow.”

“Tell me about it,” he sighed.

“You sir, can teach me anything you like, anytime, anywhere,” she said locking her arms around his neck.

“Now that’s appealing,” he said and placed a kiss on her lips.

“What the hell are you doing still dressed?” she asked. His shirt was unbuttoned, but it, along with his pants, was still on.

“I’m not sure,” he said.

Grinning, Delia wriggled out from under him and took the bed sheet with her, wrapping it around her as she stood up.

“Where are you going?”

“I want you to fuck me in every room of this house,” she said with a smirk, then ran out of the room.

It was an ambitious task, but one they were both only too happy to try and accomplish.

Having conquered the family room the other night, they skipped it and headed straight for the dining room. Pretty soon they were happily fucking away on Mrs. Turner’s antique oak dining table that Mr. Turner had dropped two months salary on. For some reason Grant seemed to take enormous pleasure in nailing Delia in that specific location. . . .

After the dining room they ended up in the kitchen and Delia got her wish of having Grant fuck her up against the sliding glass doors. Her legs had locked around his waist and her head repeatedly slammed against the glass as he fucked her for all she was worth.

The living room was what Delia was really looking forward too, though. It was a pristine place full of uncomfortable pastel furniture that Mrs. Turner went to great lengths to keep spotless and free from visitors.

“We’re not even supposed to be in here,” Grant said with false concern.

“Mrs. Turner wouldn’t be happy,” Delia said shaking her head.

“Well, fuck Mrs. Turner,” Grant said and pulled Delia to him.

Even though Delia had no real problem with Mrs. Turner, other than being annoyed with her for upsetting Grant, she was taking extreme delight in being ravaged by her husband in her fancy living room. After all, had Mrs. Turner not been divorcing Grant, Delia wouldn’t be having the most incredible day of her life.

Grant, on the other hand, seemed to be over the fucking moon.

He fingered Delia on the stiffed-back couch; spread her out on the white carpeted floor and dove between her legs, greedily devouring her; then finally fucked her unrepentantly on the wingback chair.

After all that activity the next logical place to go was the downstairs shower, where, once again, they were wrapped around each other. Delia wasn’t sure, but she was beginning to think Grant was a seventeen year old boy trapped in a forty-five year old man’s body.

Finally they ended up out on the beach on a big blanket.

Grant lay on his stomach while Delia perched on top of him rubbing sunscreen on his back. It was as hot as ever out and the sun was blinding.

“You know, I used to have this fantasy. . . .” Delia said massaging his back with the lotion.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Where you and I ended up stranded on a tropical island.”

“And what’d we do on that tropical island?”

“Pretty much what we did today.”

“You’re crazy, you know that?”

“Why?”

“To have spent all that time thinking about me?”

“It really is a wonder I got anything done,” she said with a grin.

“So all that time I saw you staring off into space when you were at the house?” He rolled over, keeping Delia on him.

“Well, I wasn’t a nympho daydreamer or something,” she said putting her hands on her hips. “But I did tend to . . . fantasize.”

“That’s so bizarre,” he said.

“Maybe,” she said with a shrug. “It’s so hot out here; want to get in the water?”

He shook his head and put his hand on her waist. “But you do feel hot.”

“That’s all you.”

“I got you hot?”

“Every minute of the day,” she said bending and kissing his lips.

“What else gets you hot?” he asked after she pulled away.

“Besides all aspects of you? And you want me to be honest?”

Grant nodded.

“Hmm,” she said thinking for a minute. “Voyeurism. I mean, someone watching while I’m getting fucked. Oh but you know what really gets me going?”

“What?”

“When a guy . . . you know,” she said with a grin.

“No, I don’t know. What?”

“You know. When he . . . goes it alone.”

“Wait-you’re saying you like it when a guy jacks off in front of you?”

She grinned again. “I know they’re thinking about me and it’s just hot.”

“And your participants are willing to do this?”

“Well, they can hardly say no once I get them started.”

“So how do you get them started?”

“Like this,” she said kissing him again. Her tongue thrust in his mouth while her hand fell to his trunks and lightly rubbed him back and forth before slipping her hand inside.

“That’s a good way to start,” he sighed.

Delia smiled as he grew hard beneath her fingers. “Then after a little of this,” she said, massaging the head, “I switch.” She took Grant’s hand and slid it down his shorts, taking hers out. “And I walk ‘em through it. You know, remind them how good I feel,” she moaned in his ear. “How wet I’m getting.” She grabbed onto his shoulder and with a quick kiss to his lips, began grinding onto his hand, which was steadily moving up and down.

Grant groaned but stopped jerking himself. Both his hands went to Delia’s hip and he pressed into her.

“Hey, no fair,” she said with a smile.

“I think that’d get me hot too,” he said, taking Delia’s hand and sliding it down her stomach.

“I wondered what might,” she said. “Besides young submissive girls, I mean,” she grinned.

“Let’s see if you were honest,” he said letting go of her hand and slipping his own inside her swimsuit bottom.

Delia sighed as Grant’s middle finger entered her.

“Ah, you were, weren’t you?” he said thrusting in her.

She nodded and shut her eyes.

He brought one hand up to close over her breast; her nipples hard and quite visible through her bikini top.

“Mmm, Grant,” she moaned pushing herself down on his finger.

“Now it’s your turn,” he said.

She shook her head. “No, don’t stop.”

“But that’s the way it goes,” he said still thrusting his finger inside her.

“I want you,” she said opening her eyes.

And he wanted her. He pulled his finger out and immediately tugged her bikini bottom down; Delia doing the same with his trunks.

Grabbing her hips, Grant lifted her up, then back down on his rigid cock.

Delia groaned out in delight and locked her hands on his hips. He felt so unbelievably good inside her, not moving yet. Just there filling her, big and hard and sinking deeper.

“Delia,” he groaned rocking his hips.

She thrust down on him, her eyes still shut.

He groaned again digging his fingers in her flesh.

Delia leaned back, bracing her hands on the blanket and slowly rode him up and down, ignoring his need for urgency.

They were outside . . . in public. Private land maybe, but it was still techinally public and that thrilled Delia.

“Delia,” Grant moaned thrusting into her.

Okay Delia, she thought, let him have it.

She flung herself on him, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting, like crazy. Her chest smashed against his violently and she cried out from all the delicious friction.

“You’re so good. . . .” he moaned.

“Graaaant,” she cried and with another thrust she was gone, falling against his hard chest.

She wished she could last longer with him, but he was just too amazing. Sex with him was simply spectacular; she didn’t quite know why, but she didn’t quite care either.

Grant continued pumping into her, until finally coming himself with a strangled cry.

They lay together for several minutes, the lull of the ocean waves dangerously close to rocking them to sleep. It wouldn’t do at all to fall asleep there and be discovered a few hours later by Lydia.

“We gotta go.”

Delia raised her head with a frown. He was right, but she stayed put.

“It’s later than I thought,” he said checking his watch.

After a few kisses and some rearranging of clothing, they went back up to the house. Delia showered once again, thinking it best she wash away all remaining traces of Grant before Lydia got back. When she had finished she was happily surprised to find Grant in the kitchen making a late lunch. Or, she supposed, an early dinner.

It was barely after five when Lydia and the others got back; Will sun burnt and complaining.

“I told you to put on sun screen, didn’t I?” Lydia asked as they piled into the family room. “How do you feel, Delia?”

“Great, much better actually,” Delia said sitting beside Lydia.

“Well, it was really fun, you must have been bored crazy here all day by yourself?”

She shrugged. “I managed.”

“Delia,” Patrick said standing in the doorway, “we were gonna talk.”

“Right. Come on,” she said and led him upstairs to her room.

“So how was your day?” he asked sitting on the bed.

“Oh you know,” she said with a smile.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

And then there was silence.

She couldn’t string him along anymore; he deserved more than that even if he did break her heart. She told him she’d give him an answer and she would.

“I’m going back to Atlanta,” he finally said breaking her reverie.

“What?” she asked genuinely shocked.

“I want us to work things out but it wasn’t fair me coming here and surprising you. You deserve this week and you don’t need to be stressing yourself out.”

“But-”

“When we get back to school we can see what’s the what, you know? I didn’t mean to pressure you I just . . . missed you.”

Delia smiled. “I really appreciate you saying this.”

Patrick nodded and looked down to the floor. “I know I hurt you Delia but I still love you.”

Delia crossed to the bed and sat beside him. “I know you do. And I still love you too. But. . . .”

But what were those intense feelings for Grant? Why did she always want to be with him? And what was she going to do about it?

“But,” she continued, “I think your idea is best. Once we get back to school we’ll go from there.”

“Yeah,” he said standing, “okay. I’ll head back in the morning.”

She felt like she should have told him to stay, but it was just too difficult, having to give attention to him and sneak some with Grant too.

“Okay,” she said with a nod then stood and hugged him.


They were all out by the pool with the rain started. The sky had grown increasingly darker by the minute but no one had expected the torrential downpour that followed the first clap of thunder.

They clamored inside to the family room and after searching the TV channels for something remotely interesting to watch and not finding anything, they plopped down on the floor and decided to play a game.

Two rounds of Trivial Pursuit later, it was still pouring.

Grant had been upstairs for most of the evening and Delia wondered what he was up to.

Lydia brought out some sort of sex game she had found on sale at a novelty shop but Delia wasn’t really in the mood. She’d much prefer going go find Grant. They wouldn’t even had to have had sex; just hanging out with him would be nice.

“Okay,” Lydia said after setting the board up, “you have to roll the dice to see where you move and on whatever space you land you have do what it says, either something specific or draw a card and answer a question from it. The object is to,” she stopped for suspense, “make it to home base.”

“Nice and juvenile,” Delia said.

“If you land on a space that makes you draw a card and you answer the question right, you get a game piece. The first person to get all their pieces and get home, wins.”

“What are the game pieces?” Will asked.

Lydia grinned and pulled out the pieces. “There\'re separate ones for girls and guys,” she said holding them up. There were four in each set; tiny shirts, pants, skirts, tee-shirts, bras, underwear, and boxers. “You get them in order you’d take them off.”

“How creative,” Delia said.

“Now if we’re going to play, you have to promise you’ll do whatever the board or the cards say,” Lydia said. “Agree?”

“Yes, yes, I’m going,” Will said and rolled the dice. He then moved his player, which was a tiny figure of a man, and landed on a space that said to draw a card. He picked one up and read it: “How did the male genital piercing name, Prince Albert, originate?”

“Do you know?” Lydia asked.

“I’m thinking,” he said.

Delia smiled. “I know.”

“He doesn’t know,” Lydia said. “Patrick you go.”

“I’m thinking!” Will said.

“I’m going,” Patrick said and rolled the dice. He moved four spaces and read what the space said. “Oh you’re fucking kidding me.”

“What?” Delia asked, leaning over to the board. She grinned.

“Well?” Lydia asked.

“Kiss the person on your right and use tongue,” Delia read.

“Will’s on your right!” Lydia squealed.

“No shit,” Patrick said. “I’m rolling again.”

“Hey, that’s not fair!” Delia said.

“Yes it is,” Will said. “Go Patrick.”

“No,” Lydia said, snatching the dice. “do what it says or you’re out.”

“Oh what’s the big deal, you’ve done it before?” Delia said.

“And you said you’d do whatever it said!” Lydia said.

“Will did, not me,” Patrick said.

“You know, if you have a problem with it, that might mean something subconsciously. . . .” Delia said.

“They’d feel pretty bad if we fell in love,” Will said to Patrick.

He laughed. “I don’t know if they would.”

“Come on, please,” Lydia said. She crawled over to Will and bent her head to his ear, whispering something.

“Not polite,” Delia said.

Smiling, Lydia sat back in her spot.

“Okay, I’ll do it,” Will said.

“Oh that’s not fair,” Patrick said. “Will gets promised some deviant sexual act and I get nothing?”

“Delia will match whatever Lydia said,” Will said.

“That works,” Patrick said.

“No it doesn’t,” Delia said. “You’ll do it because I want to see it and you want to please me.” She smirked and leaned back on her arms.

Patrick sighed.

“Okay,” Lydia said. “Go.”

“This is so stupid,” Patrick said.

Will leaned over to him. “It’ll be worth it.”

“For you anyway,” Patrick said.

“Dude just open your mouth,” Will said, leaned back over, and kissed him.

“Hot!” Lydia said.

Delia nodded.

They were kissing, alright.

A crash of thunder rumbled the house and everything went black.

“That’s a sign!” Will said jumping up.

“What happened?” Delia asked.

Footsteps sounded from the stairs. “Hey, everyone okay?” a male voice rang out.

Grant’s voice.

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Lydia said.

“That storm’s really raging,” he said. “I doubt the power’s going to come back on tonight.”

“It’s barely ten,” Lydia complained. “What are we going to do without lights?”

Everyone sighed collectively.

They found a few candles and lit them, but there wasn’t quite enough light to read the questions so the game ended.

After talking for about a half an hour everyone just decided to go to bed. Without power there was no air conditioning and the house became stifling.

Patrick was going on to bed so he could get up early and Lydia and Will apparently had big plans for the night. That left Delia to fend for herself.

She hung around downstairs for a while before filling a cup with ice and heading to Grant’s room, taking a candle along for light.

“Knock, knock,” she said opening his door without actually knocking.

“Delia?” he asked. He lay on the bed in only boxers.

She nodded. “Not asleep?”

“It’s too hot.”

“Yeah,” she said with a smile. “Too hot for covers.” She walked over to the bed and put the candle on the nightstand. “So I have some news.”

“Oh?” he asked.

She climbed up on him, straddling his waist. “Patrick’s leaving tomorrow morning.”

“That is news,” he said sounding amused.

“Good, huh?”

He nodded.

“Today was amazing,” she said kissing him.

Grant pulled her down to him and slipped his tongue past her lips.

The rain continued to pound on the roof and a boom of thunder and a bolt of lightening would streak across the sky every so often.

Keeping Delia on top of him, Grant slowly removed her clothing piece by piece until there was no more to take off.

Delia reached down and took one of Grant’s hand in hers, kissing his palm. “I love your hands,” she said, placing it over her breast. She let her head fall back as Grant began to massage her. After several minutes of that, his other hand coming to join, Delia was in quite a state.

She leaned over to the table beside the bed and picked up the cup of half-melted ice then put a piece in her mouth.

“Good?” he asked.

She nodded with a grin, then bent her head to Grant’s chest and dropped the ice.

“Very good,” he sighed as her lips carried the rapidly melting ice down his stomach.

Delia licked the ice cube down his stomach until it fell into his bellybutton where she sucked on it until it was no more; then she licked back up the watery path on his chest. She slid her tongue to the right and Grant gave a slight gasp as her freezing tongue stabbed at his nipple.

She sat back up and tipped the cup to her mouth, getting another piece of ice, which she sucked on for a few minutes before dropping back on Grant.

“God Delia,” he moaned as she sucked his wet skin.

She snaked her hand down his body and was pleasantly surprised to find a hardening cock. “I guess you are virile,” she said with a grin.

She eased herself down the bed, taking Grant’s shorts with her and stabbed her cold tongue out at his hot skin.

This time he actually jumped.

Delia licked him up and down a few times before taking just the head in her mouth and sucking hard.

Grant moaned and pushed himself father into her.

She sucked a few more seconds then released him and crawled back up his body.

“You’re stopping?” he pouted.

“Save it for later,” she said with a smirk.

“Give me a piece of ice,” he said.

Delia fished one out of the cup, put it in her mouth, then bent to Grant’s mouth and thrust it to him with her tongue.

He leaned up and, holding the ice between his lips, ran it over Delia’s breast, stopping to give extra attention to her nipple.

“Mmm,” she moaned, pressing herself into him.

Still sliding the ice cube around her body, he dropped his hands to the backs of her thighs to raise her up and forward. That way he could suck on her nipples without barely even having to reach up.

She moaned again and cupped his head in her hands.

In a flash he had flipped her over to her back and nestled himself between her legs, then planted his tongue past her lips.

Delia kissed back eagerly, letting her hands caress and stroke his muscled back. The heat of the night, the storm outside, and the tiny flicker from the nearby candle only enhanced Delia’s desire and she wanted Grant so badly it pained her.

“Grant,” she sighed, “now. Please.”

He nodded and took hold of her thighs again, this time pushing them farther apart and sliding his swollen cock inside her.

“Oooh,” she moaned, locking her legs around his waist and her arms around his back.

After letting her just luxuriate in the feel of him being inside her, he braced his hands on the bed and slowly, slowly thrust into her.

She gasped out and dug her head into the pillows, her hands grasping at the sheets.

Grant slid into her back and forth, keeping the same slow, maddening pace. He got harder each time he entered her, each time he went deeper until he was groaning just as much as Delia was moaning.

Her mouth was open and her eyes closed, her body thrust up to meet his but her head still shoved itself into the bed. She kept her hands on his back, gripping him tightly to her and when he repositioned himself and brushed up against her clit, her nails dug into his skin, no doubt leaving marks.

Grant groaned. Delia’s nails were sharp as hell but God it felt good. He moved his hands from the bed and wrapped his arms around her, allowing himself to go a little faster . . . then a little faster.

Delia clenched around him but Grant didn’t want her coming yet.

“Wait,” he said, slowing the pace again.

“Can’t,” she said shaking her head.

“Yes,” he said firmly, still sliding into her.

Her nails gripped his back once more as she thrust up faster.

“Hold on Delia,” he said, burying his head in her neck.

“Godddd,” she cried, “Oh God, Graaaant.”

Faster . . . faster . . . faster . . .

“Now,” he said, thrusting much harder.

Another plunge and Delia came with a cry, Grant joining her.

He fell onto her, panting. “God Delia, you’re so good. So amazing. . . .”

Delia sucked in air as her heart beat slowed. She had never came with someone before. Sure, she’d heard stories but she thought it was some urban legend or something. Having your body so in tune, so matched up perfectly with another’s that you could come together? Imagine that.

It was still so boiling hot but Delia didn’t want Grant to move from her for anything. In fact, she never wanted him to move. Ever.

Because she was falling in love with him.

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