A/N: Mature content.

Fuck, this is going to be harder than I thought.

And it's actually making me nervous.

I had a suspicion that Delilah was special but fuck, I didn't know I had to compete with men and women. That bothered me... a lot because I was not used to competing for anyone. Girls willingly solicited me, most of which I turned down because it took me a fucking long time to find the girls I already had and, in a weird, fucked up way, I was kinda committed to the setup I had.

One glance at Delilah, that pale white skin laid over my tanner shade and her tiny fingers clasped in my hand, blew those comparisons away. Her red lips looked almost black under the overhead lights, her eyes dark like sapphires, hooded under her thick lashes.

Let's be honest, women are fucking unbelievable. This is borderline unfair.

Where guys were hard, and I sure was with the muscles I worked hard for, women were soft and warm, with curves made for sinful activities. Fuck, they smelled better, especially post-sex, and experienced multiple orgasms. Even with my stamina and high drive, once I came, I was done for a few hours until I recharged.

Past the physical attraction, growing up with my younger sister, I'd always admired how women were more in touch with their emotions, better at multitasking, and they -

I need to stop before I grow a vagina.

Although, if it helps my chances with Delilah...

How close I walked to Delilah though, just the feel of her warm, smooth skin sliding over the rough skin on the insides of my fingers shot my cock up like a volunteer. I wouldn't have guessed I'd slept with Audrey twice earlier tonight with how my body now hummed with arousal.

What is it with this girl?

At least going off her ex Jonah, Delilah had poor tastes in partners. He was at least five years older, with messy brown hair and pale skin. His frame was smaller, flimsier like he no longer had time or energy to take care of his body.

The part of him that really got under my skin, other than the fact Delilah looked more irritated at him than me, was how he projected a weird, know-it-all, man-in-charge aura. He ranted about what was 'his business, not mine,' which irked me, so I punched him.

I hadn't expected that I smashed his nose in, probably broke it, and blood rained out of both nostrils. His eyes popped wide, his legs dropped him down to the sidewalk like I'd kicked them out from under him, and he grabbed his nose. Behind the freely flowing blood, he muttered a combination of curse words and pleas that I didn't do that again.

In the tiniest of lies, I told him I was a reasonable boyfriend and all I wanted was he never came around Delilah again. Not surprisingly, she was less than impressed with that approach but now that I was so fucking close, I needed every available advantage.

I also needed a cock that acted like my earlier rounds with Audrey hadn't happened. While the irritation that Delilah had told off Jonah and he hadn't gotten the hint wasn't new for me, the possessiveness that surged through me at the sight of Delilah obviously unhappy with him here was.

Sure, by the simple fact I led Delilah over to a a set of trash dumpsters, I was a fuckboy but a consensual one. Sex was enjoyable, pleasurable, and never should be forced on anyone. I firmly believed this held for men or women, but unfortunately women by far bore the judgmental burden. Even if a girl wore a tight-fitting, easy-access dress, that didn't mean she wanted her breasts ogled and pussy spanked.

I should stop, Callie's rubbing off on me again.

The reminder of my sister cooled off some of the heat that throbbed through me as I steered Delilah across the parking lot. The faint smell of trash, backlit with a creepy alley vibe wasn't the hottest place for a quickie but my brain fogged over just from the heat that flowed out of Delilah's soft skin. It looked so fucking pale that it begged my lips for hickies as I ran my lips over every exposed inch.

Even after a day of work, she smelled fucking amazing. I wasn't sure if she wore perfume or used strong-scented body wash but some kind of fruity, flowery mix hit my nose when I leaned down and kissed her neck. Her lashes fluttered and cast small shadows across her cheeks.

This is a lot of pressure but fuck, I'm excited.

A giddy rush ran down my spine and I squeezed her tightly as we stepped in between two gray metal trash dumpsters, then behind the one farthest from the building. A metal chain link fence surrounded the property, placed four feet from the back of the dumpster in a close confinement that quickened my heartbeat.

My hands found her hips, those damn black leather pieces held together with just a string, and I dragged my index fingers down over the X'd patterns. With my back facing the fence, I followed her until she stopped.

"This is the blind spot," she offered with a challenge in her voice.

She dipped her chin down, which I grabbed between my index finger and thumb and steered her gaze up. Her skin was so, so damn pale, she looked like a little china doll, sweet and delicate but also cold and emotionless.

And I can't wait to fucking smash her into pieces.

Her lips parted when I swept my thumb around them, but she turned her head when I leaned towards them. "Not that," her whisper trailed over my cheeks as my lips hit the corner of her mouth.

"Don't like kissing?" I moved my lips in soft, teasing kisses up the line of her jaw. Once I met the junction under her ear, I pressed my lips into the side of her neck and she trembled. "You like that, Dee."

"Not on the mouth," she murmured. My head snapped up at the pain that slipped into her voice and my hand cupped her opposite cheek.

"Who hurt you?" An un-Evan like softness crept into my voice. "Was it that tool who's lucky I didn't knock out all his teeth?"

The softness in her eyes was quickly replaced by a flash of irritation and her lips pulled together tightly. Those small microshifts in her expression fired off all kinds of warning bells in my mind, that I shortened my redemption chance, so I just tightened my grip on the side of her face.

"How about this?" My hips slammed into hers so hard that the metal behind her back vibrated and brought my lips back to her neck. A deeper tone slipped into voice as I murmured in between soft kisses, "I'm going to fuck you so hard you don't even remember his name and scream mine instead. Because I want you, so fucking back that it hurts."

"Guess I should appreciate the honesty," she murmured dryly but the harder I dragged my lips over her, the more her neck arched open.

"I'll always be honest," I promised and stroked my tongue over her skin. "But I can't promise you'll always want to hear it."

"Fair trade-off," she offered in her own lower, richer tone of voice that surged a rush of interest through my pelvis.

With that laid out in the open, I sandwiched her right thigh between mine and thrust my hard erection in my jeans into her. Even with a leather barrier, she gasped quietly. Nudge after nudge, I opened her legs wider, which rolled up the edge of her skirt. My hands stayed locked onto her hips and I let Mother Nature torment her as more of her creamy white thighs were exposed. Her skirt slowly rose, until her bare folds were exposed.

Most girls probably would've gasped or blushed at being splayed open, but Delilah surprised me. Her hands cupped the back of my neck, where her nails sunk into my skin, and she repositioned herself over my thigh. With a slight sink down, her heat flowed through the barrier of my jeans and she groaned. Her hips shifted as she rubbed herself, tiny shifts up and down, until her lips parted in soft, elevated breaths.

"Nice try," I rasped out because, fuck that actually turned me on more, if possible.

My hand on her left hip trailed lower, between her legs, and I stroked my fingers over the top of her mound. She backed off enough but her nails pinched my neck and I groaned into her shoulder. The pads of my fingers stroked over her soft, damp folds, which brought a tremble into her shoulder.

"Don't move," I warned her and sank my teeth down into her shoulder, which drew a soft gasp from her.

Fuck, she's too quiet. Let's see if she likes the direct approach.

Painful throbs of heat now pulsed angrily in my cock but I ignored them and plunged my index and middle fingers into Delilah's heat. Her spine stiffened but my fingers met warm, wet walls, so I scissored them and circled around until her insides swelled and throbbed.

"Tell me what you like," I murmured into her shoulder, then pressed my lips over the teeth marks I'd left. "And it's yours, beautiful."

"Harder," she rasped out and clawed the back of my neck. "Don't fucking tease me."

"Hmm... like this?" I curled my fingers inward, over the ridges of her inner walls. A few fumbling searches later, I found the harder, sensitive collection of nerves I needed to find. "Or this?"

"Harder..." she groaned as I poked repeatedly into her g-spot with my index finger.

"Harder?" I teased her between kisses and nips into her neck and increased the pressure in my fingers' circles. In an attempt for control, she shifted her hips and rode my fingers harder. Her walls swelled up and arousal pooled inside her but we both knew I dragged out her orgasm's ascent.

Slower the climb, bigger the fall.

"Fuck, yes." Pain burst into the back of my neck from her nails, which sent a tremble down my spine. "Harder, Ev- fuck!"

I cut her off with a third finger added and rammed them inside to my knuckles. Her hip shifts faltered at the intrusion but she was wet enough that my fingers were quickly lubricated.

"Yes," she rasped out quietly, a beautiful mix of desperation and want in her voice, and slipped her hips into a fast synchronization, but I swatted her ass with my free hand.

The soft smack vibrated through my palm but the way her insides clamped down on my fingers, I'd only gotten started.

"No moving," I warned her and stopped my hand's movements, which earned me a low, frustrated groan.

The sound surged another rush of excitement through me and I stood still until she stopped, then huffed quietly and glared at me. For that, my hand smacked her ass again, harder. The slight sting ignited my palm, chased by a warm glow of heat that I rubbed over her cheek, then gripped it tightly with my fingers clamped down into her skin.

Her spine stiffened and lips parted, but she stayed otherwise still and entirely silent, so I brought my lips back to her neck. "Good girl," I murmured and resumed my fingers' in and out movements inside her. Her lashes fluttered at my words, my heart pounded hard in my chest, and I had no idea what I was saying but the words tumbled out anyways.

"Look at you, taking three of my fingers so well," I cooed into her shoulder, then dragged a soft line with the tip of my tongue over her clavicle.

With my hand still buried inside her, I spread open my fingers and pressed them into her heated walls, which throbbed and soaked them the more I worked her over. I hit a quick rhythm and thrust inside her, opened up, clamped my fingers together, then withdrew to my first finger knuckle, and repeated.

Her hold on my neck tensed, as I grounded my nose into the line of her jaw and rubbed myself over the side of her leg. The friction eased none of the strain in my cock, so I latched my lips onto her neck, sucked hard, and grazed my teeth. "You feel that? You drive me so fucking crazy and I don't know why. I feel you, soaking my fingers, but I need to hear you. Tell me what you want, and it's yours."

The column of her throat bobbed as she swallowed and her hands tugged up my head until our eyes were locked on each other. Swirls of desperation flowed beautifully in her eyes, which kept my hand at its relentless pace, in and out of her wet heat, but she stole my breath from my lungs when she smashed her lips hard against mine.

With such a rushed forward contact, my head snapped back but I happily accepted her kiss, followed right by her tongue slipped in between mine. My eyes slid shut and I groaned against the hot, wet strokes her tongue lashed out at mine, textured and demanding as it explored inside my mouth. She controlled the kiss but soft, almost weak, whimpers rose up inside her, vibrated my mouth, and my head rushed with lightness as she ravaged me with just one kiss.

Heat flushed through my body, settled down between my thighs, and I knew from the ache sensation at my cock that it leaked into my underwear. Again, I ignored the heated throbs for more and spread my fingers into her walls, over and over the sensitive nerves. With her chest pressed tight against mine, she writhed slightly but kept my pace. She took what I gave her until her walls clamped down tightly and arousal slid down to my palm.

With slow, almost delicate finger strokes, I spread her wetness around her outer folds, then strummed my fingers over the swollen, sensitive nerves at the top. Her tongue pushed in harder, so I pinched her clit hard with my fingers. She snapped back her tongue out of my mouth and I didn't wait for an invitation and drove mine into her mouth. Heat surrounded my tongue and fingers as she whimpered down her release.

"Good girl." I pulled off my mouth and withdrew my fingers, then put my index and middle finger at the tip of her lips.

Swollen pink around the edges and her red lipstick smudged, I held my fingers up like an offering, her choice. Within a blink, her lips opened and wrapped around my fingers. My eyes nearly rolled out of my head when she sucked hard, then circled her tongue around them.

She's not finishing, she's showing off.

The sparkles in her eyes reflected that, but my cock practically cried for its turn. At the reminder that she wasn't in charge this round, I snapped my fingers back, sucked her arousal off the tip of my thumb, and shook my head. With my other hand, I lifted one finger and twirled it in a 'turn around' gesture.

Her eyes widened but flashed with another issued challenge and she slowly shifted her hips. One inch of her ass came into view at a time but she worked against herself because by the time she faced the dumpster, my pants and boxers were puddled around my ankles and cock sheathed in a condom.

My hands grabbed her hips and hinged her over, so far over that her chest dipped lower and she braced her palms onto her shins. I groaned at the view of her ass, pale white, bared from her skirt bunched up at her hips, and offered up. The back view of her folds showed they glistened from her release.

A small giggle left her mouth, which evaporated when I threaded my hand down, parted her folds, and guided myself inside. While I wanted nothing more than I fucked straight into her, I moved slowly and carefully. Her heat sucked me inside, pressed and squeezed down my shaft until I stood fully submerged.

"Ohh..." she moaned out quietly and arched her spine up.

"Take it, Dee," I barked out and pushed my pelvis into her ass.

Her left cheek wore the faint pink tint from my earlier smacks. I palmed one hand on her lower back and smoothed the other palm over the affected area. "Do you want more?" I rasped out and pinched the warm, sensitive skin with my fingers.

The only response she offered was a nod of her black-haired head, so I just lightly tapped her with my fingers. Heat throbbed around my cock and she felt fucking amazing but I stayed still. "Do you want more, Dee?"

"Yes," she moaned out and pressed her ass further back.

I swatted her slightly harder, which clenched her insides down on me. "Tell me."

"Fuck," she cursed and shook her head a few times.

"No?" My hips pulled slightly back, and she wiggled back like she closed the gap, so I smacked her harder.

The contact sound hit my ears before the heat in my palm and my eyes chased the faint ripples over her skin. My hips pulled back until just my tip stayed inside her and she whimpered softly. Without a warning, I slammed forwards, which rocked her torso and she moaned at the hard intrusion.

"Aa-again," she whispered, so I slammed my palm onto her skin and imprinted my hand into that white canvas. She trembled as I pulled back and thrust into her, down to the hilt. Her insides were tight, so fucking tight, but she took all of me without complaint.

"If I remember..." I threaded my other hand around her throat and lifted her up an inch. "You like this?"

"I do," she murmured and repositioned my hand around her airway. "Although I like breathing too."

With a tight squeeze of my fingers, I drew my hips back, then tugged her into me as I thrust hard. Her body trembled and a moan rose up and vibrated my fingers, so I repeated the movement, slowly but steadily.

"You feel so fucking good," I murmured into her shoulder and drove myself into her heat. "So fucking good, Dee. I've thought about this but fuck, you're better than my imagination."

Again, my word vomit tumbled out, one word after another, "Do you feel how fucking hard I am? I don't know why but you do that. You make me so - fucking - crazy, Dee."

With each emphasized word, I squeezed her neck harder and pushed myself deeper inside her. Her small body jiggled under my hands, her walls choked down on my cock, and she relaxed her neck into my grip. At my pace, my depth, my control, she was at my mercy.

With complete trust, she offered no resistance, just moaned quietly as her lips quivered. A beautiful shade of pink flushed over her cheeks, highlighted by a few strands of her black hair that had fallen out of her bun and stuck to her forehead. The blush fanned across her chest and down the sides of her neck. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut and her face strained in tension.

By the weakness that wobbled my knees, my own internal heat that drenched my shirt with perspiration, and dizzied brain, I wasn't doing much better. But I pushed down the urge that I came, bucked into her over and over, to a desperate peak I needed her not just brought up to but thrown over.

Selfishly, I wanted her torn apart, slammed into so many times that I bruised her pussy even if she needed a fucking bag of frozen peas over it afterwards. With one hand still cradled around her neck, I palmed the other one into her pelvis and tugged her against my thrusts. The sound of smacked skin erupted between our contact point as her juices slipped out down to my balls.

"One more, Dee." I reached down and pinched her swollen folds. "Let go."

A low cry vibrated up her throat and, this time, ripped out of her lips. The sound surged through my ear, swelled my cock, and shot a rush of relief through me as I came. My hips moved, pump for pump, and my fingers pinched her hard and she throbbed around my release.

"Good girl," I whispered and squeezed her throat.

Delilah's only response was her eyes clenched tighter shut and her head dipped down. I held up its weight in my hand as I pulled out and discarded the condom with my other hand, tied it off, then whipped it into the trash dumpster.

"Did you..." Her lips twitched and she cracked open her eyes. "Just do that one-handed?"

"Sure did," I replied with a cocky chuckle.

She pulled her head out of my grasp and tugged her skirt back in place. My eyes never left her as I reached down, pulled my clothes back up, and fastened my jeans. With a reach out, I trailed my fingers over the pink, swollen skin on her shoulder. "You alright?"

Delilah just nodded silently, still with the pink flush over her cheeks and brightness in her eyes. I lifted my hand and swept the stray black strands over her ear and wiped a small smudge of lipstick out of the corner of her mouth. My heart pounded so hard that my pulse raced in my ears as I searched her for any signs of disappointment, or worse, lack of redemption. Every cell in my body felt lit up with euphoria but I wasn't concerned about how I felt at this moment.

"I... am," she admitted quietly and surprised me when her hand took mine. "Thank you, Evan."

My chest puffed up and ego soared at her words, so I rushed forwards and scooped her up in my arms. With one lift, I hauled her up onto my shoulder, ass forwards and head hinged over my back.

Her stomach bounced over my shoulder as she squealed. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Taking you back," I informed her and stepped over to my car. Once we got close enough, I hit the unlock and remote start, which beeped my Landrover to life.

Her head shook so fast, her body shifted over my shoulder, and she kicked her legs out. "No, it's okay. I'll walk."

I responded with one more swat onto her ass. The view of it, hauled up onto my shoulder and reflected in the passenger's side window, verified what I already knew before I said the actual words.

"I didn't say I was taking you home, Dee."

"What?" She twisted off my shoulder, so I set her down and she blinked up at me. "Huh?"

I tapped one index finger over that adorably crinkled up nose. "I'm just getting started with you."