A/N: Mature content.

I'm going to boyfriend Delilah up right.

As soon as I figure out what that means.

My girlfriend - fuck, that still sounded weird, unbelievable, and actually thrilling - was actually pretty easy to please. With plain Chai Tea, blood red roses, bad Chinese food, and whatever the fuck sex toys I happily let her torture me with, Delilah greeted me every time with the sweetest of kisses and darkest of promises.

I might draw the line at pegging. I've seen her strap-on's and they're a bit scary.

What was also scary was Dee's apartment. Her car was also a total piece of shit and I had no idea how it ran but suspected the auto shop she kept taking it to was ripping her off. So I rerouted her to a place I trusted, where they told me it was better off as scrap metal because one of her gaskets was bad.

She fought me about that damn car, adorably until she threatened to put me in a sex timeout. So, I paid for it to get fixed but counted down the days until it coughed its last breath.

Location-wise, Dee's place wasn't like Compton but the actual building was in terrible shape. Her apartment walls were cracked, I sweated like I'd swallowed a plateful of ghost chilis every night I slept over because she in fact didn't have air conditioning, and I was convinced the old guy who lived across the hall was a pervert who listened to her masturbating.

However, Dee's porn collection was ridiculously impressive, so her place turned into our go-to movie nights. Since only one of her stove's four burners worked, I picked up dinner for us after practice and we slouched onto her old but comfortable sofa for some good, ol' unrealistic sex.

"That's not physically possible," she grumbled between bites of beef and broccoli and pointed a chopstick at her TV. "Ruby, girl come on. I was rooting for you."

My mouth twitched at the scene of a nurse, the white slutty uniformed one with a red stretched between her breasts, who squirted all over her patient 'Brad's' face. Brad had spent the last two minutes in munchtown while Ruby massaged her fake tits like bongo drums.

"Which part?" I grinned at her because I'd already brought up Brad's 'predicament.' He came into the hospital with a boner he'd had for three hours straight and no amount of coming brought it down.

Delilah's head shifted and she did her cute nose crinkle. "Squirting."

I popped a few pieces of beef in my mouth and chewed through my flashback reel. "I might've had a squirter once."

"No, she most likely gave you a watered-down golden shower," Dee shot back, which sucked my bites right into the back of my throat. Constriction squeezed off my airway and I coughed loudly until the half-chewed food slid forward onto my tongue.

Her eyes flashed at me as mine watered over and I took a sip of water. After a hard swallow, I rasped out, "Fuck, Dee. I thought you meant the constant erections."

"Yeah, not even your recharge rate is that high and -" She cut herself off and stuffed a huge pile of rice into her mouth.

"Nuh-uhh." I shook my head and cupped her chin in the valley between my thumb and index finger. Her wide eyes blinked up at me, obviously caught. "What about my recharge rate?"

Not counting Dee's cock-ring induced dry orgasms, which lifted my brain into floaty happy spaces like I tripped on acid, an hour was about the shortest amount of time needed to reload myself. I still envied her multiple orgasm body and the more I learned about making them happen, the hornier I got.

Speaking of which...

"I got you something." I held up a small box, which I already knew she wasn't going to be happy about. "Replace that damn coaster you call me on."

"Evan!" she groaned quietly and shook her head at the new iPhone box. "I'm a Samsung girl."

"It's good for you to convert," I assured her and looked down at the gift bag. "Keep digging."

Her thin eyebrows drew together and her lips puffed out slightly, so I leaned over and kissed her. She tasted like my perfect second round of dinner but pulled back with a gasp. "This is too much."

"Just give me your ass," I grumbled and tapped her closest thigh. "We both know it's more for me anyways."

"Not without sterilization," she scolded me and flew off the sofa with an adorable, almost giddy smile.

My own smile cracked into a quiet chuckle as I sat back and finished my second plate. I groaned quietly at the rattling sound of her bathroom pipes and unfortunately stuffed an egg roll into my mouth right when her bare feet padded back into the living room.

"What do you think?" Her calf muscles tensed as she arched her feet up onto her tip toes and slowly turned around.

I sucked the eggroll straight back to my throat and choked it down in a hard swallow. Her nipples peaked under her black tank top and she'd discarded her gray shorts for absolutely nothing. A hint of red fluff peeked out of the curve of her hip and flooded blood right into my dick.

Cleared of hazardous choking items, my mouth dried out like a parched man in the desert. I only flicked my fingers for a closer look. One sway of her hips at a time, Delilah pranced closer with sparkles in her eyes. She was initially uncomfortable with how much I loved giving her gifts but this one I knew we both enjoyed.

With one touch on her waist, I turned her around and positioned her in between my knees. The rabbit tail plug looked a hundred times sexier nestled right in between her pale cheeks than behind the display counter.

With a tight squeeze, my palms bracketed the round red fluff with her skin. I gently repositioned her so my knees were between her legs, then carefully sat her on my lap and pressed a kiss into her right shoulder. "So fucking sexy, Dee. How does it feel?"

Her lashes lowered and she shot me a heated look over her shoulder that swelled my cock up stiffer. "Like I need to take it for a test drive."

I shifted slightly forwards, then grasped her small waist in my hands. With a tight grip, I shot my knees wider, which splayed her lower half right open. Bare in the front, I teased one hand into her folds, warm and slicked over.

She got that wet from putting it in? She's perfect.

Under my finger strokes, Delilah squirmed on my lap and shifted her hips. A deep curve carved into her lower back, which jutted out her ass and fluffed up the tail at me.

"Mmm..." Her head rolled back and she rested it onto my shoulder, followed by one of her hands gripped on the back of my neck.

I reached my conveniently available hand around her arm and cupped her breast in my hand. A gasp vibrated her lips as her eyes lifted to the screen, where Ruby now deep throated Brad's perma-erection. Heat rose off Delilah's skin as I strummed my fingers over her center at a similar pace to Ruby's bobbed throat. The soft, wet contact sounds gave away Dee's excitement but I was sure she felt the hard pounds of my heart into her back.

The damn torpedo primed and ready between my legs pressed up against her tail, which shifted the plug and a low moan rolled through her. It vibrated my shoulder, so I rubbed myself against her with slow, gentle thrusts. My dick throbbed painfully, so I released her breast and freed myself from the painful confinement in my pants.

With one tug back on her mound, the tickling faux fur from her tail teased my skin. It was hot, stretched to the max, and needed to be submerged in her juices.

"Dee..." I groan and nip my teeth into her shoulders. "I need you, beautiful."

One teasing inch at a time, I spread her wider on my lap, until her thighs were almost parallel to the edge of the sofa. Heat pumped out of her as I plunged two fingers inside, then rubbed over her inner walls. Soaked in wetness, they throbbed tiny pulses into the pads of my fingers. Curled inward, I stroked over her sensitive ridges and the concentration of nerves halfway into her entrance.

Her chest pitched with a sharply drawn in breath, then she melted against my shoulder. Her chin tipped so far back her face looked straight up at the ceiling. The fullness of her lips rounded into a silent shape of enjoyment but the cords of her neck strained with tension.

"Do it," she breathed out in a soft plea. "I need you inside me, Evan."

"I am inside you." I teased my fingers in deeper, then returned right to the spot where she grinded against.

"No." Her small hands clenched around my wrist, then removed my fingers from inside her. We both released soft protest sounds but mine dissolved first when she lifted my hand and took both of my fingers into her mouth.

The textured surface of her tongue circled around my fingers and she sucked hard. Since the view of her cleaning her arousal off my fingers was way sexier than the awful porn, I gazed at her with no desire to blink my eyes. A soft pop hit my ears and one of her hands dropped back between us.

"I want this inside me, you fucking tease." Her hand choked around my base.

I took it out of her grasp, angled it downward, and lined up the tip so her soft outer folds wrapped around the head. With micro pushes from my hips, I rolled it over her wetness. The hot ache that swelled down my shaft begged that I thrust myself inside but I kissed her shoulder and reminded her, "I need to get a condom, Dee."

Her hand cupped behind my head and dragged my lips down to hers. They parted and pressed so tightly against mine that tingled erupted at the contact point. Her tongue flicked out and she gently sucked on my lower lip. The caress of her tongue twisted my insides, just like the fruity scent of her mixed with the salty taste of cheap, Americanized Chinese food in a weird combination that seems like my new obsession.

"No," she offered quietly. Even with her on the pill, the weight behind her words struck me just as the soft look she threw at me, "I want to feel you."

Using a level of gentleness like I was afraid I'd break her, I parted her folds and nudged my tip inside. Warmth and heat suction pulled on the sensitive nerves like a vacuum of absolute pleasure. They fired up as I pushed myself deeper, stretched her around me, and tucked that red tail closer to my lap.

"I think we have a problem," I murmured into the side of her neck and rubbed my fingers over her front folds. My cock grew longer as her inner muscles relaxed and sucked me in deeper. Plunged into her wet heat, her fluids sent light, tickling sensations over my skin as I sat entirely still.

The bare contact amplified the pleasure that shot down my shaft. I was almost overwhelmed by the sensitivity factor, one pulsed throb from her walls at a time. They swelled with the same heat and ache that built up inside me and turned my breaths into pervert-level pants.

And I haven't even fucking moved yet.

"Hmm?" Delilah hummed quietly, her eyes heavy and hooded with desire.

One look filled the tip of my dick with pressure and I gave in. Like my hips moved on their own, they rocked upwards with a quick thrust. Her chest lifted, which arched her back and fluffed out the tail that I couldn't stop staring at. The feathers shifted delicately with each thrust, like they blew back and forth.

"I'm buying you one in every fucking color," I promised with a light tap on her tail and buried myself deeper inside her.

My girlfriend is insane. I have no other explanation.

I blinked my eyes at her and how the fuck we'd gotten to this stage tonight. We'd started with my jaw dragged on the ground from how fucking stunning she looked in a red dress with a low, plunging neckline that ended right at her breastbone. The skirt flashed her pale thighs as it flowed open with each step. Her black heels were high enough that her chin reached my shoulder level instead of her forehead.

Even though Delilah's initial impression of Harper was 'too much,' those two became quick friends. Harper and Delilah had sat next to each other for a few games, laughed and shared conversations but about what, Jake and I both had no idea. The way Harper rushed over and hugged Dee tightly at our Thanksgiving dinner banquet dropped both our jaws.

Jake and I shared an amused look as those two squealed like two long-lost friends but one undeniable fact curled up the corners of my mouth.

I'm in love with my emo vampire girl.

Next to each other, Harper and Delilah were each beautiful in their own features and physical opposites. But for me, Harper's beauty represented a past wish list and Delilah my hopeful future. My eyes gravitated to her all night and my fingers always fulfilled the need that I touched her. The closer, and kinkier, that we'd gotten over the past four weeks, the deeper I fell for that crazy girl.

Jake's curiosity from my naked chase-down of Delilah prompted him asking, "How did you get out of those cuffs?"

"A magician never reveals their tricks," she teased him but I knew every one of her fucking secrets.

Delilah had an escape and chase kink. I hadn't tied the first cuffs tight enough and she contorted one hand enough that it slipped out. She kept bobby pins in her hair and even got a fucking paper clip off one of my homework assignments that got her out of metal cuffs on another occasion. But she dropped down out the window again, this time in her bare feet and I caught her within two steps.

"Neither do fuckgirls," Harper chimed in and just about every muscle in Jake's body tensed.

Once Dee sat down in the chair I pulled out for her, I leaned down and murmured into her ear, "Forty yards in under four-point-four seconds."

She pulled her head back, pressed a kiss on my cheek, and shot back, "Not when you're bricked up, Evan."

While at one point fucking Harper was at the top of my inspiration shower sessions, anyone who stood within a football field's distance from her and Jake felt the chemistry that radiated off them. Their communication level was absolute shit but I hoped for my friend's sake that they worked it out because he was stupidly, head over heels, caveman possessive in love with her.

And I'm glad there's at least one girl in the stadium that Dee can relate to.

One slight suggestion shared with whispers and giggles between Delilah and Harper at our Thanksgiving table and Dee leaned into me. She cupped a hand around my ear and her breath fanned over warm puffs but her words really cranked up my internal temperature, "Come with me if you want to come in me."

My eyes pulled wide and flicked around the room at my teammates, their families, and...

Why am I second-guessing this?

With my quick node, she shot straight up onto her feet. "Excuse me, I need to go smudge my makeup."

Jake lifted his eye brows but Harper, probably with her own ideas in mind, shot me a smirk. I almost sprained an ankle with how fast I stood up. "And I need to go, uhh, help her."

Dee's tiny fingers interlocked with mine and her hand yanked me outside. In a rush of shoves and whispered promises, I found myself with my ass wedged in between two extremely prickly evergreen bushes. My dress pants and underwear puddled around my ankles, her hands squeezed into my ass, and her mouth ate my dick.

The blackness of night surrounded us, with just a faint glow of a nearby street lamp. A glance around showed Delilah had picked the biggest bushes for sucking me off. While I still wasn't sure what her motivations were, other than how I planned reciprocation, the way my eyes wanted to roll out of their sockets showed I had no complaints.

My balls tingled and twitched as she cupped them with softness while her lips sucked my head hard. Pressure built in my shaft as her tongue flicked and lapped over me until her saliva slicked me over and her sucks turned into slurps. Heat surged through my veins and intensified, like they wanted to burst out through my skin.

I grinded my teeth together from the wet sensations she tugged over me and fuck, the sounds. My hands stayed stuck by my sides as she'd instructed, although I wanted them tangled in her gorgeous hair. She wore it down tonight, straight and blunt at her shoulders. It was glossy and shiny and begged that I threaded my fingers through it, which I'd also done all night.

Yet, from where she knelt between my feet and my hands banished to my sides, I felt like I hadn't touched her all.

I wanted her beautiful hair messed up so the entire team knew I'd fucked her. I wanted her makeup smudged all over her face, all over me, to the point she wiped it all off... along with the smirk she managed even with my cock stuffed to the back of her throat.

She knows not touching her is torturing me.

Didn't tell me to shut up though.

The heat that burned up from her eyes ripped the words right from my mouth, "I love you, Dee."

She choked on my cock and popped off. A fine line of saliva connected my tip to her mouth stretched and glistened as her head withdrew but stayed in contact. I expected the surprise that filled her eyes and assured her with a brush of my finger over her cheek, "You don't have to say it back until you're ready but I'm ready. I've never felt so fucking ready to say these words but I do, Delilah."

A million doubtful thoughts, like if I'd confessed it too early for her to hear or if she internally panicked because I blurted them out, raced through my mind as she blinked up at me. I gave zero fucks to any of them because I also felt like I'd internally combust if I hadn't told her.

Tears welled up in her eyes and turned them into mirrors. They focused on me as she resumed her mouth's magic around my head and whimpered soft vibrations down my shaft. Pressure rushed up to my tip, along with the need to flood her throat but I waited while she absorbed my words.

In a moment I never would've expected, she sat lower and dragged her tongue in a long lap from my back hole all the way up to my tip. Once it curled back inward into her mouth, she smiled and offered, "I love you too, Arrogant Ass."

"And that moment's ruined," I teased and guided my cock back to her lips.

Suck after suck, she visibly morphed into a glowing, almost ethereal dream under the slivers of moonlight that cut through the darkness. Her pale skin looked as chilly as ice but fierce determination burned in her blue eyes. Like her delayed response, she sat back on her heels, mouth stuffed with my cock, and gazed up at me with full, unconditional love pooling in her eyes.

And it pained my chest just how much I loved her.