All Chapters of DELIGHT ME: UNFORGETTABLE STORIES : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Alex’s povLate night had stretched into the early hours and the bedroom was quiet except for the sound of both of us still breathing hard. We lay tangled in the sheets, sweaty and spent, my leg thrown over his and his arm heavy across my back. My hole still throbbed from the last round and I could feel the slow leak of his come sliding out of me onto the mattress. I stared at the ceiling for a long time without speaking. The denial that had been sitting in my mouth all night finally felt too thin to hold onto.“I liked it,” I said, voice rough and quiet. “More than I liked it. It felt different with someone older who knew exactly how to handle me. Not like it would have with some guy my age fumbling around. You just took control and I didn’t have to think. I kept saying I wasn’t gay but every time you pushed into me it felt better than anything I’ve had in a long time.”Julian turned his head on the pillow and looked at me. His hand stroked and slowed down my

Lucy’s povThe second the door clicked shut I exploded. The scream ripped out of my throat raw and ugly and I didn’t give a single fuck who heard it. I grabbed my phone and hurled it across the bed so hard it bounced off the wall and landed face down in the sheets. Then I dropped onto the mattress like my bones had given out, fists pressed into my eyes until little sparks danced behind the lids.Why again? Why him? Why the fuck did she think I would just pack a bag and smile and call some stranger daddy like it was normal? My chest heaved. Heat crawled under my skin, anger and something hotter twisting together until I couldn’t tell them apart. I could still smell her perfume in the air, that thick sweet scent she always wore when she was about to do something reckless. The black dress still sat on the chair like it was waiting for me to slip into it and become whatever he wanted. My thighs pressed together without me meaning to. The thought of walking into his house, of him loo

Lucy’s povWe drove back to the old house in near silence. My mother sat up front beside him like she had already forgotten I existed, one hand resting on his thigh like it belonged there. I stayed in the back seat staring out the window and trying not to look at the way his big hand covered hers. The only sounds were the engine and the soft slide of her fingers against the fabric of his pants. My jaw ached from clenching it so hard.Packing the remaining boxes took under an hour because none of us wanted to stay in that place any longer than we had to. I shoved clothes and books and random shit into boxes without sorting anything while he carried the heavy ones out to the cars like it cost him nothing. Every time he passed close I caught the clean scent of his cologne and my stomach flipped. My mother kept humming under her breath, happy as hell, until the last box was loaded and we were following his black car across the city.The neighborhood was quiet and expensive, the kind o

Lucy’s povDavid’s hand was already on the doorknob, ready to close it, but he didn’t. He just stood there with his fingers wrapped around the metal like he was giving me one last chance to tell him to get the fuck out. I didn’t cover myself. I simply stared back at him, chest rising and falling hard, nipples tight and wet from the shower, the forbidden weight of the entire day pressing down on both of us until it felt hard to breathe. I am twenty years old. His new wife’s daughter. One house. One day. And here I was naked and dripping in the middle of the room while my mother showered down the hall.He stepped inside and shut the door quietly. The soft click sounded too loud in the silence. The air between us was thick enough to choke on. He hasn't touched me yet. He just looked, slow, deliberate, hungry and I let him. My skin prickled under that stare. Water still ran down between my breasts and over my stomach, one thin trail sliding all the way to the trimmed hair between my legs

Lucy’s povWe didn’t make it to the bed at first.He backed me against the wall hard enough that the breath left my lungs in a soft rush. His mouth latched onto my throat, open and wet, sucking at the pulse there while his hands finally mapped every part of me he had been watching all day. Big palms dragged down my sides, over the curve of my waist, then up to cup my tits and squeeze. His thumbs rubbed rough circles over my nipples until they ached and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning loud enough for the whole house to hear.My fingers dug into his shirt first, twisting the fabric, then dropped to his belt because I needed skin. I yanked the leather open and got the button of his slacks undone while he bit down on the side of my neck hard enough to leave a mark. Every sound we made stayed carefully swallowed. My mother was still in the shower down the hall. The water was still running. That thin wall of noise was the only thing keeping us from getting caug