A/N: Mature content.

I've never wanted to fuck another person so badly in my life.

Scratch that. I've never needed to fuck another person so badly in my life.

If my cock hadn't been strained back by the leather confined around it, then I would have shot my load just from the way Delilah worked over my nipples. In my seven years of sexual history, I'd never had them manipulated to the point where my body felt torn apart from arousal just from touch.

But fuck, it wasn't just a simple touch.

Delilah took what normally brought me pleasure and edged me with sensations of ache that bordered on pain. She wrapped my body around her fingers as she simultaneously tortured me and brought me up to a high that I'd never reached before. The combination felt so fucking good that I never wanted it to stop. My skin broke out in sweat, all conscious thoughts fogged out of my brain, and I couldn't have cared less where my friends were at this point.

And she never even kissed me.

I sure wanted to kiss her, with my hands clenched around the back of her neck instead of at my sides while my mouth covered hers and tongue stabbed hard and intrusive into every corner of her mouth. I wanted that red lipstick smudged all over her face or, even better, all over my cock. I wanted her knelt on the floor, my cock stuffed down the back of her throat while tears streamed down her cheeks and she whimpered.

Tied up in my bed also needs to happen.

Fuck, she makes me greedy.

Actually, any position worked. As long as she was at my mercy, under my control, and as unhinged as she made me feel, that's what I wanted.

Almost as much of a turn on was the way that girl looked at me. From the moment she took in my nearly naked body, her eyes blazed brightly. They roamed over me like a roadmap that she plotted her destination over. Her heated gaze warmed my skin and held my attention, like she got her own thrills off while she manipulated my body like a she'd cast a fucking spell over me.

Normally, I opted for a longer lead-in effort that warmed up girls into a needy, squirming mess using my mouth, tongue, and a lot of hand groping action. Like my dick, my hands were large and I sure used them to my advantage. Delilah opted for none of that foreplay shit and still left me a backed up, hormonal mess just from taps of her fingertips on two spots of my body.

She's good, I'll give her that. Damn good.

That confessional air cleared, Delilah's little sexy minx teasing attempts hadn't fooled me at all. I knew what she wanted, me unraveled as I drooled out the corners of my mouth, sank to my knees, and begged her. The way her eyes sparkled when she barked out that I sat down turned me on just as much as the heat in her sultry, attention-commanding voice.

Under my best attempted stoic projection, I was beyond unraveled, swallowed the drool as it pooled in my mouth, and was one more nipple bite away from begging. After the sharp stings from her teeth faded, a warmth lingered like a soft afterglow. The jolts of pleasure, which lasted longer than I knew possible, had shot straight down to my balls like she'd strung up a direct feed into my body's nervous system.

My cock drooled as much as my mouth, thankfully concealed by the leather but my secret was out the second my thumb depressed the latch on my right hip. I pulled off the sticky mess and tossed it onto the floor. The cooler air hit my heated skin and my sweaty balls sagged down like a sigh of relief.

Precum within leather is about as comfortable as it sounds.

Looks like I'm buying these.

Finally freed, my cock slapped lightly against my stomach then stood at an embarrassingly full salute. The red, heated skin stretched painfully tight and shone with so much precum that I looked like I'd rubbed lube over myself. With one painful squeeze on my shaft, a large bead oozed out my slit, dribbled over my head, and trailed all the way down to in between my balls.

Just when I thought I'd secured my first advantage, since the back of Delilah's head faced me, she turned and looked over her shoulder. Her eyes dropped between my legs, where I fisted myself tightly because the idea I shot my cum all over that black leather skirt was hot as fuck but also painfully embarrassing.

She must've shared the same idea, fuck I hoped she did, because a flicker of heat burned in her beautifully blue irises and she extended her ass closer to my erection. I almost missed the shift in her eyes because of the painful, heated throbs up my shaft that urged me to shoot my load.

Even when she offered her ass up to me, Delilah's sarcastic, "Take your best shot, fuckboy," over her shoulder was the last restraint I clung to.

I dropped myself and tightly gripped her small waist, which fit perfectly in my hands as my long fingers wrapped around her sides. At her silence, I gripped harder, probably too hard. She only hummed impatiently, not aroused but more like I kept her waiting. My eyes ran down the back of her head, past the contrast of a few short, stray strands of her black hair wisped against the pale skin of her neck and over the curve of her spine, accented by her black, laced up corset. My cock twitched and cried at the heart-shaped swell of her ass, wrapped tight in black leather like a naughty Christmas present.

Fuck, I'm dripping like a leaky faucet.

Delilah had pulled out a few unexpected tricks, but I had one in mind. So, with shaky legs, I opted for a move I rarely ever, ever did.

I sank to my knees.

The smooth texture of her leather skirt contrasted the rippled sensations her fishnet stockings raised up my fingertips as I dragged them down the outsides of her legs, then threaded them in between. My cheek pressed into one side of her ass, where I bit down only for a mouthful of leather but she hummed like she'd felt some contact.

I inhaled sharply when my fingers hit the lacy edge at the top of her stockings, then the milky smooth, warm skin of her inner thighs that I knew was hidden under that skirt. Her heat increased as I traced my fingers higher but she was one step ahead of me again. My eyes rolled closed when I dragged up through arousal that coated her bare thighs.

Her only response was the way her feet stepped wider.

Fuck.

"Naughty girl," I scolded her lack of underwear and rolled my fingers over her warm, soaked folds. Her hips chased my fingers with slightly circular shifts, but I just lifted my other hand and smacked my palm down on the other side of her ass. The muffled loud crack sounded loudly in my nearby ear but I knew her skirt's barrier meant she barely felt the sting.

Need to change that.

With my free palm, I slipped her skirt up higher, one inch of milky white skin exposed to me at a time. Her perfectly round cheeks appeared one sliver of the curve at the time, until her skirt bunched up around her waist.

I tested her again, threaded my fingers into her top folds, and teased her clit with circular strokes. Silently, she rubbed her hips in synchronized movements, so I slammed my other palm down onto the flesh of her left cheek. After the initial smack radiated through my palm, her skin rippled like beautiful waves, chased by a glowing pink flush about the size of my hand.

How I hadn't nutted myself right there on the floor, fuck, even I didn't know.

Heated aches between my thighs drew my attention down to my cock, which wept like I'd sprung a fucking leak. Precum dribbled down to the shaft, rolled over my bare sacs, even puddled onto the floor. My entire cock and balls were flushed red, with a raised central vein that throbbed painfully. I closed my eyes and heaved a few breaths against the urge that I just spewed myself all over her calves.

Not the point you want to prove, Evan.

A soft, crinkling plastic sound on the floor between my knees flipped my eyes open. My lips pulled back into a grin as I grabbed the condom, ripped it open with my teeth and one free hand like a starving dog that had been tossed a bone. My cock twitched as I rolled the latex down and appreciation swelled inside my chest at how she'd gotten the right size because most girls underestimated it.

I kept my right hand threaded between her folds but sank my teeth down on her right ass cheek for her second souvenir. The warm flesh squished between my teeth and I shocked myself with how loudly I groaned. Since she'd treated her bites on my still-sensitive nipples with a tongue massage chaser, I pressed my lips into a wet, sloppy kiss over the bite mark, and popped off.

My knees cracked as I stood up, parted her folds with my fingers, then thrust myself right inside.

"Ohh... fuck," she finally murmured at the intrusion.

Her eyes shot wide and shoulders tensed up for a moment. During that split second, I should've been more concerned for her comfort level but was too far close to my own edge.

"Take it." I nipped into her right shoulder and thrust upward until she took in most of my cock. From this angle, I couldn't have fully submerged myself but fuck, my eyes rolled closed from the way her walls squeezed around my shaft. The perfect mix of heat, suction, and pressure felt like a sigh of relief... initially.

As I panted harder than if I'd been dragged through a workout, she dropped herself lower onto my cock and plunged me deeper inside. Like a fucking siren's call, her sultry voice flowed into my ears. "Still waiting, fuckboy."

Fuck, that's it. No more nice, respectful guy.

I circled one of my arms around her chest and palmed her throat. The gravity that I hadn't choked a girl before, plus our obvious size difference, froze my spine. With raspy breaths, I paused with my hand pressed gently against her throat's column until her breath hitched.

Silently, Delilah lifted both hands off the wall and swept her fingers over mine. She repositioned my thumb into the right side of her neck and my fingers on the left. Once she braced herself on the wall again, I palmed my other hand on her pelvis and tugged her back into me.

The first few clumsy introductory strokes were completely my fault. My distracted eyes moved from where they stared at my hand around her milky white throat down to where my cock threaded in and out of her from behind. Except for the pink imprints from my hand and teeth, her skin was so pale, almost doll-like.

With a silent reminder of impatience, she added her contribution and shifted herself up and down against my strokes. My heart pumped wildly in my chest from my shackled hold around her small body. Perspiration broke out the exposed part of her upper back, or maybe it dripped off my chest because I felt like a fucking furnace.

With hard, rough movements, I bucked and flexed my hips up while my hands tugged her down. For the first time, she relented all control as her head tipped back and her chin lifted upwards. My breaths turned ragged, my skin burned hot, and sweat beaded up at my brow as I fucked her hard and deep. I took over her downward movements and pulled her down, at my pace and intensity, like my own personal fuck toy.

She's so quiet. Too quiet.

Desperate to hear moans, grunts, cries, fuck some sign of satisfaction from her, I snapped my hips as hard as I could and yanked her down. When my fingers on her pelvis threaded lower into her mound and pinched her folds, her throat vibrated under my grasp. Her head rolled back to my shoulder but I squeezed her tighter, rammed into her harder, over and over, until -

"Oh fuck!" I cursed when my cock exploded on its own. Warmth and frustration flowed out of me as I came in the condom, then aftershocks throbbed up my shaft as the rest of my cum shot out hard.

No. Fuck no.

I bucked hard and worked my hands over Delilah as hard as I could but a sense of defeated panic swelled inside me. My dick deflated instantly, which washed over the warm throbs of arousal like I'd stepped into an ice cold shower.

For the first time in my college life, sprung like a teenager, I'd ejaculated early. The stamina king blew his wad early. A different form of heat rose in my cheeks.

My sweaty forehead met her shoulder as I crumpled forwards and panted hot breaths into her skin that bounced back in my face. The reality of my early release bothered me the more silence filled the space between us. Still inside her heated walls, my cock became more flaccid and receded like it'd surrendered.

With heavy-lidded eyes, I studied Delilah's reaction as I pulled out gently. With the absence of her warmth, the colder air wrapped around my cock and it shrunk to a floppy, downward flaccid state. Collected in the condom, my cum hung off the tip, sagged down in a white flag of defeat.

The twist of those beautiful red lips towards one cheek, like she tucked it in there and chewed on the inside, was the only verification I needed.

She didn't come.

My eyes closed under the weight of a sense of guilt that uncharacteristically bothered me. As I panted down my high, my legs gave out and my feet stumbled. I slumped back down onto the bench with a loud crash. Confusion clouded my brain and I wasn't sure if my ego was bruised from poor performance or I felt like shit because I hadn't reciprocated the amazing feelings she'd teased through my body but fuck...

I felt awful.

Like I hadn't sat down in a giant pile of self-pity, Delilah just adjusted her skirt. The offer that I ate her out for relief evaporated on my dry tongue. My eyes tracked her movements as she silently scooped up the extra clothes and exited the dressing room.

Left alone with my head dizzy and conflicted thoughts, the switch skill level of this girl was next-level impressive. The way she'd thought about a quick fuck setup, with a diversion for the security cameras, was fucking brilliant, to the point where I wondered if she'd done this before.

Hunched over, I palmed my sweat-soaked forehead in my hands and took a few slow, deep breaths. My eyes closed against the euphoric letdown that flowed through my body like blood in my veins. Quivers trembled through my thighs like aftershocks.

As I sat there, one single thought circled through my fogged over brain.

I need another chance.

With quick movements, I dressed, grabbed the leather G-string I now owned but needed to pay for, and joined Delilah at the register counter. If she had any regrets, then she showed no signs of them and offered me a polite, professionally masked smile. Her cheeks and chest were faintly tinted pink but other than that, while pleasure surged through my body all the way down into my toes, all she'd gotten was a matching handprint on one side of her ass and teeth marks on the other.

"Anything else?" She scanned the tag on my soggy leather underwear and bagged them. Her lips twitched and eyes dropped down to the pyramid of purple boxes near the register. "Cock ring? They can extend -"

"Your number." Unlike her quiet, steady voice, mine rushed out, weak and pleading. I didn't give a fuck and palmed the counters with both hands. I desperately wanted another round, another chance, another whatever the fuck she gave me.

Fuck, I'll even climb over these counters and -

"No," she clipped back in a tight voice and swiped my AmEx card with a downward flick of her wrist. Once she rang me up, I signed off a massive tip, which flipped her eyes up to me.

Rich hues of blue studied me like she gauged my intentions, so I blurted out, "Your number. Fuck, I need to call you, Delilah."

"I don't double-dip," she replied quietly, then huffed and spoke more to herself than me. "At least I shouldn't."

"You should, please. I'm more than that, I -" She cut off my idiotic rambles when she slid my card back across the counters with a scrape of plastic, then clamped both her hands down on mine.

Frustration and disappointment still hung in her eyes, but her lips curled upwards into a smirk. "I got exactly what I wanted, Evan."

"Please," I begged like she'd slapped a cock cage onto me. In a way, she had contained my ego, even put me in an unusual and very uncomfortable position..

With a slight head shake, she flipped over my receipt and scribbled down a number. Once she held it back with a skeptical look, I snatched it up and stuffed the paper into my pocket. "Thank you. Won't regret this, promise."

"I already do!" she called after me as I dragged my sorry ass out of the store. The urge that I looked back overcame me as I unlocked, then palmed the glass door open. Light tension squeezed in my chest when I caught her shoulders curled over, elbows hugged into her stomach, and eyes gazed downward.

Her eyes lifted and I offered her a pathetic smile.

Fuck, that wasn't -

"There you are! Did you get stuck in your underwear?" Griff called out from where he, Jake, and Zach sat at an outdoor, black metal table at the next door store. With their black Adam and Eve bags tucked between their feet, all three slurped on what looked like fruit smoothies and played on their phones.

"Don't ask," I grumbled and stepped into the back seat of Zach's car. Griff smirked at me, probably because I felt as sweaty as if I'd sat in a sauna, but thankfully stayed quiet.

During the mostly quiet ride home, except for Griff's loud chewing noises as he polished off edible underwear one box at a time, I palmed my forehead with my hands and rubbed it hard. While I always waited before I texted one of my girls, I pulled out my phone with the receipt and texted Delilah.

me: I'm going to make this up to you.

My phone buzzed with an immediate response that drew my eyebrows together.

[ Undeliverable message ]

I tried the number again, in case I'd typed it wrong, but got the same response. I hit the dial button and my jaw dropped at the woman who answered it.

"Thank you for calling the Los Angeles County Erectile Dysfunction hotline. This call may be recorded for quality or training purposes. My name is Evelyn, how may I help you this evening?"

"I, uhhh... what?" I grunted out and checked the other guys in the car to see if they'd somehow pranked me but they were all engrossed in their own personal shit.

"You have reached the Los Angeles County Erectile Dysfunction hotline, Sir," the woman's voice repeated. "Have you been experiencing any -"

"What the fuck?" I muttered, which earned me another repeated greeting but this one laced in irritation. "Sorry, I must have the wrong number."

I double, triple, and quadruple-checked the number Delilah had given me. When I verified it was the same number, I groaned quietly, which quickly turned into a head shake and quiet laugh.

She'd totally fucking played me.

Fuck, that's another first.

My eyes closed under the embarrassment that swelled inside me, almost to the point my face warmed. I should have simply checked the number right after she'd given it to me but I was so... unraveled by the situation that my head hadn't thought straight.

I clenched my hand around my receipt, with the fake numbers, just as hard as I clenched my teeth together. My molars grinded together before I released them and barked out a sharp laugh.

Not gonna make that mistake twice but fuck, I'm actually impressed.

While I wasn't entirely sure, a suspicion nagged inside me that I'd finally found my match, my insatiable, elusive, white-unicorn switch... at the expense I'd completely fucked it up before I'd proven my true performance level.

On the surface, with a look and personality as cold as ice, Delilah wasn't the usual girl I went for. My hand rubbed over my jaw absently as her face resurfaced, with those haunting blue eyes. I imagined they brightened as she laughed at my expense right now.

I was also pretty sure she hated me but fuck, I had to find out if my gut instinct was right.

Just the chance I'd finally found the sexual partner I'd always wanted rushed a small but giddy thrill through me. I bit back a smile at the possibility I'd finally found the girl of my wet dreams.

Because fuck, if she is, then there's no way I'm letting her go.