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"Oh?" I ask, sliding two fingers inside her. "Is that what you wanted? You wanted me to come in that pretty mouth?"
Delaney exhales forcefully. "Yes," she says. "I wanted to taste it. "
Hearing that she wanted to taste my cum makes me crazy. I slide my fingers from her, and drag her down with me on the lounge. She kneels astride me, her forehead pressed up against mine, her hair falling down around our faces like a curtain. I tease her entrance with the head of my cock, and she sinks down onto it, letting out this low moan. "Shit, you're tight. "
"Shit, you're…not small," she whispers. I start to laugh, but then she's riding me, and I'm too busy wrapping my lips around her breast to think about anything except the fact that Delaney is fucking me, grinding into me as she takes me deeper and deeper, her already tight pussy swelling around me as she becomes more aroused. I love being inside her, and all I can hear is her moaning, whimpering louder and louder as she begins to lose control. I grip her ass cheeks as I pull her down harder on me until she's throwing her head back and calling my name.
"Oh God, Gaige, I'm so close. " When she pulls my face against her breast, I suck her nipple so hard I swear I'm going to bruise her. And when I press my finger against her asshole, she cries out, something that sounds more like a scream. Then she comes, her muscles clenching around my cock, in a series of spasms that sends me over the edge and milks every last drop of cum from me.
Afterward, I sink back against the back of the lounge, closing my eyes and waiting for my heart rate to come back down to normal instead of where it's at right now, which is at a beat-out-of-my-damn-chest level. I am probably dangerously close to having some kind of cardiac event.
All because of Delaney.
Wants-to-be-professional Delaney.
Wants-me-to-cum-in-her-mouth Delaney.
My stepsister Delaney.
I open my eyes, half-expecting that when I do, this will all have been a dream. Or a nightmare, I'm not sure. Did I really just take off my clothes and ride Gaige on the roof of the house? The sunroom is completely transparent, encased in glass, for shit's sake, and I'm sitting here with Gaige's cock still inside me.
When I open my eyes, I'm looking into Gaige's. "Hi," he says, and his mouth turns up at the corners, that shit-eating-grin on his face. Damn it, I just know that he's going to be impossible to live with now. He's going to think I want him all the time. I feel obligated to let him know that is definitely not going to be the case.
"I hope you don't think this means anything is different between us," I say. Crap, that came out wrong. It sounds totally bitchy.
But Gaige laughs. "Whatever you say, darlin'," he says. "You want to pretend like you're not lusting after me all the time, go right ahead. "
"See, I knew that's what you'd think if we ever hooked up. " I slide off of him, feeling incredibly awkward standing there naked, and scramble around for my clothes, scurrying back into them as quickly as I can.
Gaige stands there looking around, buck naked, holding the used condom in his hand. "I don't suppose there's any discrete way of throwing this out, is there?"
"Oh my God, no," I say. "Not up here. You want the staff knowing we screwed?"
"I'm sure your father has hidden cameras or something in the house," Gaige says, his voice calm.
"No way," I say, my heart beating wildly in my chest. "Oh my God. You don't think he does, do you?"
Gaige laughs. "Relax, darlin'," he says. "It's our dirty little secret. " Then I watch as he puts the condom in my teacup.
"Did you just put that in my cup?" I ask, my voice like two octaves higher than its normal pitch. "That's the grossest thing I've ever seen. "
Gaige shrugs. "You'd rather I carry it through the house to the bathroom?" he asks. "The cup's empty. Get rid of it in the bathroom. Don't be such a priss. "
"I'm not being a priss," I say, bristling at his attitude. Did he really just say this was our dirty little secret? I mean, I don't want him to shout it from the rooftops, but shit, he's acting like he's all embarrassed to have screwed me. This is more awkward than I thought it would be. "And you don't have to worry. I'll keep my mouth shut. "