10. Delilah

Chapter 10

Delilah

I register the slight pulsing around my temples before I crack my mascara crusted eyes open.

Sunlight streams through the gap in my curtains I forgot to close properly last night, draping itself over the foot of my bed, highlighting the dust motes dancing around the space.

I watch them for a minute before I turn my head on the pillow to look at the clock sitting on my bedside table. Ten AM. Already, London pulses audibly with life outside of my apartment; a car drives by, their engine revving, loud music spilling out of their rolled down window. A dog barks. Somebody shouts something unintelligible.

Nothing seems out of the ordinary. Except for the warm body I can feel behind mine, Grey's bare chest pressing up against my naked back, his legs tangled with mine beneath the sheets and his arm slung over my stomach.

I wait for the panic to set in; the overthinking, the constant play of what ifs my mind likes to go over in any given situation.

But nothing comes. My body feels oddly relaxed, my mind quieter than usual.

I chalk it up to the two mind blowing orgasms Grey wrung from my body.

All that thought does is remind me how much I'd like to do it again. But I can't, we won't, because we agreed – one night only, to get each other out of one another's systems.

I thought I'd feel different with Grey out of my system, the urge to reach out for him, gone.

But it's not. Instead, it's sitting under my fucking breastbone and in my aching core, unwilling to be ignored.

Shit.

My body protests, but I peel myself away from Grey, slipping out of bed and across the hallway, into my bathroom.

I don't imagine it's going to be easy, but I know what I need to do. Mind over body. I just need to step away, allow my brain to take back its familiar set of reins and give my body, my hormones, a few days to adjust until it gets the memo.

Grey is off limits. He's boyfriend material, quite obviously with his generosity and wit and kindness. But I also get the feeling he's a relationship type of guy and I'm not that type of girl. Not anymore.

In the bathroom, I empty my bladder and brush the fur from my teeth, peering at my face in the mirror. My foundation is practically non-existent, mascara flaked and settling under my eyes and my lips are red and puffy from kissing.

Kissing Grey.

Honestly, I don't want to admit how good it felt. His lips on mine, his body cradled between my thighs, his cock inside of me. The way he pinned me down and spoke dirty to me, igniting a fire in my stomach I haven't felt in a long time.

I could get addicted; I know I could.

Except I can't and I won't. It's not happening.

I give my face a quick wipe over with some makeup remover, whack on a swipe of deodorant and pad back into my bedroom in search of something comfy to wear. It is a Sunday, after all.

Grey's still out like a light as I move around, one arm thrown behind his head, the other reaching out to the empty left side of the bed where I'd been sleeping.

For a split second I watch him, the sheets pooling around his waist giving me a clear image of the steady rise and fall of his chest. That fine line butterfly tattoo of his, the one I so desperately want to trace with my fingers now I'm not caught up in my own pleasure, visible.

I wonder what's the story behind it, but I don't think we're close enough for me to ask.

In my drawers, I find some clean underwear and a matching sage green loungewear set, quickly pulling them over my body, while my stomach growls. I'm paying for not eating anything since yesterday afternoon.

In the kitchen I go about brewing myself a cup of coffee, popping a caramel flavoured pod in the dispenser, and watching the nectar drip down into my mug. A large splash of milk, and I leave it on the side to cool while I scour the fridge for something I can eat.

The bacon I find in the back of the fridge spits and hisses in the frying pan while I crack four eggs instead of my usual two, just in case, into a large bowl, adding a dash of milk and a sprinkle of sea salt and crushed pepper. I'm not going to be mean and just kick the man out before breakfast. But if he doesn't want any then no hard feelings.

I'm slicing a bagel in half, about to pop it into the toaster, when I hear my bedroom door open and the sound of footsteps.

"Morning."

I raise my head to find Grey, hair all mussed from sleep, wearing nothing but his pair of black briefs. The saliva in my mouth dries up at the sight of him, but I manage to eek out a polite greeting in return.

"Morning, Grey."

Christ, has the heating turned itself on?

My cheeks are flaming, I know they are, I can feel the sudden heat building there and my chest begins to prickle too.

Turning back to my half-cut bagel, I attempt to play it off. "I-I'm making breakfast. Would you like some?"

Grey doesn't answer straight away, in fact it takes so long for him to speak, that I peer over my shoulder at him, catching the way his gaze has landed on my arse.

"Grey?"

"Y-yeah" He nods jerkily, tearing his eyes away and up to my face. "I'd love some breakfast, thank you, Delilah."

Instinctively, I press my thighs together at the smooth cadence of his voice, the sound of my name falling from his lips. Not only that, but I can recall the filthy things he came up with, said , and my body isn't willing to forget any time soon, apparently.

"Do you want a cup of coffee?"

"Please. Dash of milk, no sugar. Do you mind if I use your bathroom?"

I wave my hand dismissively towards the hallway. "Be my guest."

I'm swiping butter onto our bagel halves when Grey returns, perching himself on one of my breakfast bar stools. I push his plate and coffee towards him and then take my own seat, shoving a forkful of fluffy eggs into my mouth.

"These are really good, Delilah," Grey says into his coffee, watching me over the rim.

"Thank you." I pause, the heat on my face rising. I'm consciously aware of my lack of makeup, unbrushed hair and comfy clothes. "Stop staring at me like that."

From across the breakfast bar, I can see the corners of his lips twitch in amusement. "Like what?"

"Like–like…" My tongue darts out to wet my own lips, dislodging a toasted bagel crumb I find. "Like you've seen every inch of me."

Grey lips break out into boyish grin. "That's probably because I have seen every inch of you."

I send him my best glare, the one which usually has assistants running in the opposite direction in the office, but Grey simply laughs louder.

Not exactly the reaction I was going for. Although, something does fizzle in my ribcage at the knowledge he's obviously not intimated by me.

I sip at my coffee, the noise loud in the otherwise silent room, peering behind Grey at the large floor to ceiling windows in my apartment. A heavy, never-ending cloud hides the sun, bringing with it rain which is gently splattering my windowpanes.

"Are you reading any more porn for work today?"

My eyes swing back to Grey, watching him bite down on a strip of crispy bacon and chew. "We call it smut."

"Smut? Huh. So, reading any?"

"I don't know. I would have to check my planner, but I usually try and take Sundays off, so…"

"So…"

"I guess I might pick up a smut book not for work, one I don't have to edit, you know? One for my pleasure ."

My voice tightens, dipping slightly, the innuendo dripping from my tongue without much second thought.

Grey's pupils blow wide.

On the rungs of my stool, my toes curl, a stab of desire coursing through my core.

"Maybe you should lend me one. So, I can see what all the fuss is about, learn a thing or two."

"You don't need to learn anything," I mutter under my breath, my nipples growing obnoxiously tight beneath my crop top.

"Hm? What was that?"

Grey's eyes dip down to my breasts, no doubt noticing the outline of my nipples seeing as I forwent a bra this morning.

Straightening my back, I lean forward a tad, unable to stop myself from preening under his gaze. It makes me feel good, to be wanted, so I allow myself a minute to lean into the feeling. Surely, a small moment of indulgence won't hurt anybody.

"So, which smut book are you going to loan out to me?"

"None."

Grey drags his line of sight back to my face. He raises a single eyebrow. "None?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

A pang of jealousy vibrates through me. "Because why would I want to give you sex tips, just so you can go and use them on another woman?"

I'm not going to tell Grey that he doesn't need sex tips in the first place, it'll just inflate his ego even further. He already had my legs shaking and my mind turning to mush. Anything else and he'd be fucking dangerous.

"I could just use them on you."

"On me?" Now it's my turn to raise an eyebrow independently. "Why would you do that? You agreed this would be a one-night thing. Remember the whole ‘we've only got one night together, so you're going to let me do everything I want to do to you' speech last night?"

Grey pushes his empty plate away from him, resting his corded forearms on the countertop to lean in towards me.

"And I meant it when I said it. But I got it wrong. You're not out of my system yet, Delilah, far fucking from it. I made a mistake. It's okayto make mistakes sometimes, you know. It won't kill you."

My chest spasms at just the sound of the word.

Mistake.

Ugh.

I manage to repress my shiver, swigging my now lukewarm coffee. "What are you saying, Grey?"

He combats my question with a question of his own. "Am I out of your system, Delilah? Completely, honestly—"

"No."

The single word slips past my lips. I sit there, unsure if I want to take it back or not. If I'm truthful to myself, I don't. I want Grey to know the want for him isn't fully gone, it lingers beneath my breastbone, making me breathless.

"Another night. That's what we need, to get it all out and then – then we can just go back to…"

"To you being my swim teacher?"

Grey nods. "To me being your swim teacher, nothing more."

I ponder, mind running on overdrive. "I've never had a two night stand before."

"Me either."

Mind made up, I slip off the barstool, dragging the tips of my fingers up Grey's bare torso once I reach him. "Pick something off my shelf, read it. I'm going to go shower and then…"

I dare not let my imagination run wild with thoughts of what we're going to do afterwards.

Grey's hands drift down to cup my arse, bringing me into his body, squeezing and kneading, before he gives the thick flesh a smack. "Go on, gorgeous. I'll wait for you."

I shower quickly, much faster than usual, thoughts of what the hell Grey is doing out there whirling through my mind. My mind isn't quite convinced I'm doing the right thing, getting involved in a two night stand with Grey, but my body wants him again, that much is clear. My nipples throb, my core too, but I resist the urge to slip my fingers between my thighs and take off the edge. It'll feel that much better if I wait.

Stepping out of the steamy, floral scented bathroom wrapped in just my towel, I find Grey lounging about my bed like he belongs there, a book in his hands.

My bare feet eat up the space between us. "What did you pick?"

Grey holds up the battered front cover, the book's delicate spine peeling in the top corner. The book Grey has picked is one of my favourites, something I've read over and over again, so I'm not surprised to see it in a slightly sorry state.

"There's five men involved with the same woman in this book, Delilah."

"I know."

"Five."

"Five," I confirm, swallowing dryly under his stare. "It's called a ‘Why Choose' romance."

"And is that something you're interested in?"

"Not for me personally but reading about it is pretty fun."

Grey closes the pages softly, placing it on my nightstand and then pinches the hem of my towel with his forefinger and thumb and pulls.

I allow it to slip from my body without protest.

"What type of fun, pretty girl? Alone fun?"

My head bobs up and down.

"Would you show me? Lie down beside me and stroke that little wet pussy?"

Something about that voice of his; the cadence, the compelling tone, the smooth sound… God.

Gooseflesh ripples across the skin of my full chest, pulling my nipples tight until my breasts feel heavy and full, desperate for attention.

Mindlessly, I cup both of my breasts, strumming my thumbs over the hard points of my nipples, pushing the soft flesh together. I inhale raggedly, smelling the scent of my body wash permeating my skin, eyes becoming unfocused.

My core pulses. I rub my thighs together in an attempt to relieve the ache, feeling my slick desire coat my inner thighs.

Through my haze, I vaguely register the rough tone of Grey's voice. "Tell me I can touch you, Delilah."

It's not a question.

"Please, Grey."

A gasp slips from my lips as he brazenly cups me between my legs. "Look at me."

I peel my eyes open, finding him staring up at me, lips parted.

"Are you wet?"

" Uh huh. " Grey swipes the pad of his thumb over my clit in reward. "Fucking soaked."

"Get your gorgeous arse over here, Delilah."

I rip open my bedside cabinet drawer, plucking out my favourite sex toy and scramble up over him, onto my own rumpled bed sheets. They fucking smell like him – a mixture of permanent chlorine and mint.

For a second I simply stare at him, my eyes dipping down the length of his bare body, the sizable bulge in his briefs I'm hopefully going to be riding soon, and back up to his fine line tattoo, his hands, that mop of hair I like to run my hands through.

Grey's eyes twinkle, causing me to notice the small brown fleck just off to the right in each pretty iris.

"What now?" I whisper, even though we're the only two in my whole apartment.

His chin tips towards the smooth, silicone sex toy clasped in my hand. "You're going to show me how you use that , gorgeous."

Without allowing myself another thought, I spread my legs, upper thigh pressing into Grey's, and guide the sex toy inside myself.

My back arches with pleasure, my left hand reaching out to grab at Grey's forearm, until I'm stuffed full. Only then do I push the discreet button on the side, turning the vibration up to level one.

"Feel good?"

" Mhmm… "

"Press it to your clit."

Ecstasy zaps up my spine, the external arm of my sex toy stimulating my clit in the most perfect way.

I writhe, allowing Grey to tug one of my legs wider, fucking myself with my toy until it hits my spongy g-spot each time. Panting, I peer down to watch it vibrate against my clit. The wet lewd sound of my sex fills my bedroom, mixed with the whines pouring from me.

"Fucking hell, Delilah."

One hand holding me open, Grey's other hand squeezes his cock, thumb gliding over his weeping red tip peeking out over the waistband of his underwear. My mouth waters at the sight of precum smeared across his thin skin, a pearlescent bead forming in his slit.

Parting my lips, I stick my tongue out, moaning uncontrollably when Grey slides his thumb into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks, rolling the tip of my tongue over his digit and sucking the salty taste of him.

"I knew that mouth of yours would feel lethal."

I nibble at Grey's flesh in answer, widening my eyes in faux innocence.

A string of saliva connects us as Grey pulls his thumb back, slipping his entire hand in his underwear and pushing it down until the rest of his cock springs out.

He strokes himself from root to tip and back down again, squeezing the base of his trimmed curls, fingers rubbing the pulsing blue vein running through the underside of his cock.

"Delilah…"

"I know. Shit. "

"Turn that setting up."

The steady buzz thrumming at the apex of my thighs picks up in volume once I hit the second level.

With a gritted scream, I tilt my head back into the pillow beneath me, pleasure coursing through me. I grab at my own breast, pinching my nipple until I feel a shoot of electric pain. My stomach tenses, the nape of my neck becoming damp with sweat and there's no way I'm going to last much longer.

My hand cramps, protesting at the repetitive movement, but I pay it no heed, practically able to taste my release.

"You going to cum all over that fake cock, gorgeous, wishing it was the real deal? My cock filling you up, stuffing that tight pussy."

Grey's filthy mouth pushes me closer to the edge.

Again.

It's addicting.

He leans over my body until I can feel the up and down movements of his hand, stroking himself, knuckles catching on my hip, but it doesn't slow him down. A warm mouth wraps itself around my abused nipple, sucking softly and—

I shut my eyes tight, blinding white light bursting behind my lids, my orgasm tearing through me. My toes curl in my sheets, spine arching in attempt to bury the fake cock deeper inside of me. The walls of my pussy flutter, blunt nails digging into my soft breast tissue in attempt to ground myself, a high-pitched squeal escaping past my lips as I come.

My body spasms with the continued vibrating stimulation, until my hand drops, throwing my still buzzing sex toy somewhere between the bed sheets while my legs snap shut, unable to take anymore.

Although, my hormones don't seem to have gotten that message.

I run my nails through Grey's scalp, tugging the strands until he raises his head from my chest, and I can catch his lips with mine needing another taste of him.

When Grey pulls back to look at me, pupils blown, I don't try to hide. It would be pointless; part of my heart has already bared itself to him.

Instead, I let him look. I wonder what he's thinking about, what's ticking over in his mind, what's—

"Delilah, fuckk. "

Eyes rolling back, Grey spills into his hand, spattering the side of my stomach and the curve of my hip in warm, wet ribbons.

Slumping over my body, eyes still shut in bliss, Grey mouths and then bites at the underside of my breast. Our skin sticks together with sweat and cum, but I can't move, not when he's audibly sighing into my skin like if he's trying to imprint the memory of himself onto me.

He doesn't need to do that.

I don't think I'll be able to forget him.

Or our time together.