A/N: Mature content.

Evan bit my ass.

And none of me was ready for how much I liked it.

That said, sometimes getting what you want doesn't actually make you happy.

Ruined orgasms are an awful sexual experience. The closest description I had was like when riding the tallest roller coaster, being lifted up to the tallest peak one click of anticipation after another, teetering over the edge, and the damn ride breaks. The coaster screeches to a halt and every rider takes a climb of shame down the stairs. Not even refunded tickets good for a future ride can soothe the painful level of disappointment.

Like usual, I'd gotten carried away in the throbbing vagina of the moment. I hadn't intended that Evan fucked me, not at all. I thought he would've spewed himself all over the back of my skirt and required clean-up in dressing room two. He sure looked like he wanted to, his shoulder muscles clenched, face red and wrenched with tension, and fist choked down over his monstrous cock.

I would've been completely fine with that outcome. Evan's premature ejaculation was actually better than what I'd planned for him, a bricked-up exit of shame while he wore only his new leather underwear out the store. The condom had just been part of my teasing but fuck, I was so worked up that I hadn't noticed it had slipped out of my stockings and he'd rolled it on.

He threw me off when he sank to his knees and fingered my lady bits like a master pianist stroked over their ivory keys. That one moment of unselfishness screwed over my plans, literally. Precum dribbled out his slit, one tempting teardrop-shaped bead at a time and I bit my lip from how hard I wanted to lick them off him. My mind wandered as I imagined he came all over me, but frosted my face instead of my back with ribbons of hot, white cum.

Evan had other ideas, obviously.

My plan nearly unraveled itself as I stood in a strip-search position, my hands palmed the dressing room wall and legs split wide. My spine trembled like a leaf in a hurricane when he slapped, then bit my ass. He wasn't gentle at all but each sting shot pleasure straight between my legs.

When his larger, rock-hard torso smothered mine, my whole body lit up with arousal. His cock's strokes were hard but the angle removed the full punishment slap. I was one groan away from hinging myself fully over so he deep-penetrated me properly, while his hairless balls slapped skin-on-skin against my entrance.

And he hadn't even touched much of my bare skin.

I think he rearranged some of my organs but fuck, even that entrance felt good.

I'd definitely noticed the subtle detail that he'd parted my folds, which most guys were oblivious about, then rammed straight up inside me. He'd also paused while his hand gripped my throat, then adjusted it correctly because, even with heavy panting, breathing's important.

Evan's cock wasn't perfect in all dimensions, but the part I felt at least was long, thick at the base, and slightly curved upwards. Even though he wasn't fully submerged, my inner walls squeezed down hard like a 'welcome home' celebration.

Imagine if I'd actually come all over it. Probably would've dripped my release down to his balls.

Part of me was relieved that he ejaculated early, since it proved my point that he wasn't the big shit, studly sex performer he thought he was. The other part of me screamed for relief because fuck, he flooded that condom.

Imagine if I'd put a cock ring on and - no, no, no.

Another shiver ran down my spine, at the possibilities that would never happen, and disappointment chased after my sexual pipedream. I cupped my warm cheeks in my palms and groaned loudly.

Ahh, why are the good fuckers such assholes?

After my night shift co-worker bailed, my boss called the store and asked if I worked a double shift. With a begrudging sigh, I grabbed a sandwich from the coffee house next door, munched on the turkey BLT, slurped loudly on a diet soda, and unsuccessfully blocked out my Evan highlight reel replays. My lady bits were beyond worked up and I sighed with relief by the time ten pm clicked around, until the doors opened right as I approached them.

Aroused without relief from my teasing Evan, my lady bits screamed at me with hot, painful throbs. I grabbed my older merchandise grabs, rang myself up and paid for them, and locked up the store's front doors. Just two steps away from setting the alarm and going out back, the store phone rang.

I should let that go.

The chirped out rings cried out and vibrated through the silence space, like they bounced and echoed off the walls and merchandise racks.

Within a blink, the voicemail light clicked on the phone, so I brought my thumb up to the alarm keypad. Right after I smashed down the first number, the store phone rang again.

Tomorrow was my day off, but I returned to the phone in case my boss needed me again. "Adam and Eve, how may I help you?"

"You can help by giving me the right number," an irritated male voice greeted me. "Delilah."

"Hmm..." I leaned forwards until my elbows rested on the counter. My ass hinged upwards, the air hit the dampness that coated my bare, exposed folds. A warm pulse resonated as I teased, "Are you sure, Evan? It was for erectile dysfunction but I'm sure they'd be equally helpful in the area of premature -"

"I don't have... that issue!" he griped out tightly, which pulled a few giggles out of my mouth because I imagined one of those giant hands strangled his phone.

Could've fooled me.

"Your performance suggests otherwise." I smirked and ended this conversation, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going home and taking care of what you couldn't. You're welcome for the wet dreams about me working over my pussy until it creams all over whatever the fuck I stick in it, Evan."

My pulse thumped in my ears as I slammed the phone down.

I should not enjoy how much I enjoy taunting Arrogant Ass with his own name.

Silence greeted me when I stepped through the front door of my tiny, unimpressive apartment space. A flick on of the lights revealed my photograph wall that I put up only so they covered the dingy white walls the landlord thought were attractive, a small art corner that honestly collected dust at this point, and my still-messy kitchen.

I wasn't sure why I'd thought the dirty dishes in the sink would've washed themselves while I was at work, but I ignored them and tossed my mail on the small table where I put off bill payments as long as possible. A smile tugged across my lips as I dragged my Adam and Eve bags over to the living room and flopped down onto my slouchy, olive-green sofa.

Where I tore Tink apart, good times.

Just like last time, she'd blown up my phone for the first half of today. Half of her messages were dirty and suggestive, which I appreciated while I'd choked down my turkey BLT, but the other half screamed desperate for round three, which I hadn't appreciated. So, also like last time, I ignored her.

My lips parted in a sigh of relief once my corset top and leather skirt were puddled onto my bedroom floor. After I wiped off the day's makeup and my skirt, most of the fatigue but none of the tension from my double-shift work day melted away under a much-needed shower. I eyed my suction cup dildo's invitation from where I'd stuck it on the bench, but opted for ladyscaping and shaved my legs before my hot water vanished.

While I shaved the joint between my right inner thigh and pelvis, my wrist brushed over my mound and I groaned. The warm friction and internal aches tempted me further, but I put up my razor and shut off the shower with a sigh.

I'm too pent-up to waste my water bill budget anyways.

Dressed in a nightshirt and fluffy pants, my bare feet padded back out to the living room. A low grunt left me as I flopped back down onto the sofa.

In the closest sensation I got to Christmas present opening excitement, I tipped over the bag next to me and spilled out its contents. With my employee discount, I'd gotten the unsold, dismissed, and older model items for ninety-percent off.

Since a girl never owned too many pieces of lingerie, I pulled out a black, lace, crotchless pair of underwear, a red lace push-up bra that my A-cups desperately needed, and a G-string bralette and garter number.

Damn near impossible to put on but fuck, it's sexy when all wrapped in place.

My eyes lit up at the item I most looked forward to, a Melt clit suction simulator. The slender, girly, fuchsia-pink wand had called to me on the shelf ever since I'd first stocked it as a new item. With its clit and anal stimulation options, it inspired me with so many potential applications. It could even be held between partners by the small back handle.

"So why am I just looking at it," I muttered and pushed my feet onto the floor. I plugged it in so the batteries charged, sprayed it with disinfectant, and added the remote-control app on my phone.

"Holy fuck..." I glanced down at the options for up to five hours of random programming patterns.

The internal throbs between my legs showed my clit was more than excited for a test drive. My hand pulled out one more item, the last one, by its black harness straps. Without a partner, I had zero use for this particular sex toy but I sure as fuck still felt excited about it.

"Hmm..." My eyes roamed over the SpareParts Deuce Harness. While I already owned a machine-washable, vibrator pocket strap-on harness, this one had two holes. I'd bought this with the idea that my fleshy cock dildos fit for double-penetration.

Now I just need the perfect partner who's willing to try it out... Has to be someone really adventuresome, that's for sure.

Someday maybe pile, Delilah.

"Like that person even exists." I set it down with a sigh but my head tipped back with a loud laugh when I read off the label, "Allows for hands-free penetration from partners who suffer from erectile dysfunction... Guess we'll never know, will we, Evan?"

My eyes closed as soon as his name came out of my mouth.

Fuck, why am I even thinking about him?

He was pretty attractive, tall, muscular, almost eight - nope, nope, nope.

At my own reminder of that arrogant ass, I remembered I still hadn't gotten my release.

"Let's find some much-needed visual foreplay," I muttered, turned on my TV, and flipped through my on-demand menu options. "Skin-emax, perfect."

Once I found my pending list, I clicked down to Shame. While I'd already seen the depressing plotline of a sex addict whose carefully plotted out life fell to shit when his sister showed up and moves in with him, the important scenes were decent.

Sadly for me, I also related to the main character's unsuccessful search for the perfect sex partner. But I was horny and full nudity sex scenes were STD-free, so I propped my bare heels onto my worn, tufted brown-leather coffee table and settled back down on my couch.

Not even halfway through the first sex scene, my nipples tingled and itched as they brushed against my thin shirt. I threaded my hand up under the hem and squeezed leftie, which filled both my breasts with a fuller sensation and tingles.

A warm pulse slowly beat between my legs as I playfully rolled my nipple, so I reached over and pulled the Melt out of its charger. It only read thirty-percent charged, but out of patience, I threaded it right down my pants and placed it against the painful frustration I'd suffered through for hours.

With one flip of the on switch, the sensations that erupted from the top of my outer folds flung my head back onto the sofa. "Oh fuck... yes..." I moaned as it pulsed and even tugged on all the right sensitive nerves.

I secured it in place under the elastic waistband of my pants, ground my heels, and spread my knees open wider. With my hands free, I pinched both of my nipples with my thumbs and index fingers. I hadn't set the Melt on any schedule except on but was already one satisfied discount shopping customer. Hot aches of pressure built up deep inside my pelvis and while I had nothing in them, I clamped my inner walls tightly against the throbbed sensations that rolled outward from the tickling, tugging sensations over my clit.

My white ceiling vanished as I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and groaned louder than the movie's sounds. My skin flushed warm, sweat dotted my hairline and palms, at this point, and I couldn't have cared if the entire building heard me.

"Ohhhh... f-f-fuck," I rasped out as desperation vibrated down my throat.

As my palms squeezed and kneaded over the soft, warm undersides of my breasts, I pinched and rolled my nipples tightly until they stung. Trembles quivered down my spine as my orgasm built quickly and painfully. Tiny cramps tugged at my abdomen as the swelled waves of frustration held steady instead of crashed.

Oh fuck, not now. Stupid delayed orgasm.

Right when arousal pooled inside me, a traitorous image popped into my head. A devilishly handsome, blonde-haired, blue-eyed smirking meathead who'd unintentionally edged me for hours threaded his hard cock inside me.

Oh no. No, no... Why the fuck not. I need more.

With that thought, I reached over into my sofa-side dildo basket with shaky fingers, and withdrew my eight-inch vibrator wand. With zero hesitation, I removed the protective case and plunged it inside, under the clit stimulator. Once I had it positioned in place, my mind went further than Evan had gone and finished what we'd started... before he'd finished.

His hand gripped me hard, fingers pinched into my throat. With impatient nips, he bit into the back of my neck, my shoulder, and ears. His large frame towered over me, a wall of sweaty muscles pinned me down while his hips pistoned in hard, deep snaps -

"Fuck, this is sooooo wrong," I groaned and shifted the wand in and out of me. I left its vibration setting off since my overstimulated and swollen clit throbbed under the suction movements, and instead bucked my hips against my hand's thrusts.

My inner walls swelled with heated pressure as I threaded the wand up and down my frontal wall, over the sensitive ridges and concentrated nerves in my spot. Groan after groan left me as I pictured Evan's cock fucked me hard. His skin slapped against mine like a small punishment while those muscles flexed and crunched as he railed into me. His gravelly voice echoed out of my memory, so vividly loud I swore he stood and spoke the words right in my face.

I'm not done with you.

Told you I just needed another chance... Delilah.

Please.

A faster, more intense pressure of pleasure built up inside me, and I pumped hard against it. My lips parted with a spasm that cramped my abdomen. As my orgasm wrecked through me, I released a loud, "Ahhh!!"

Soft, slicked sounds erupted from between my inner thighs, which trembled as a second orgasm rose up fast and crashed hard. With residual stimulation from the first one, these throbs of pleasure extended and I gasped under the slowly drawn out, euphoric letdown. My eyes fluttered and chest heaved as I slowed my hand's movements to a few pumps, then left the wand inside me and slacked my neck back into my sofa.

My entire hand shook when I shut off and removed the clit stimulator. The pink wand blurred from my view as I gasped down my high with ragged breaths, then tossed it onto the sofa next to me.

Money well spent.

With a sharp exhale out pursed lips, I reached down and removed the wand. It glistened with my arousal, so I picked it up and rested it on my stomach. My eyes slid lazily closed for a moment as my thoughts drifted back to my inspiration.

Guess Evan was good for something after all. I've never come to the word please before.

Too bad the rest of him can get swallowed up in the San Andreas fault line. I'll never see his arrogant ass again.