Chapter three: I scream, you scream, we all scream another's name
That night in my car was the night I almost lost myself in her aroma of splendor. She lay on top of me, hair skewed over my shoulder as her face hid in the crook of my neck. Her body was extravagant especially when obscured by layers of perspiration. I held her close; enjoy the contact that set my skin on fire. She smelt so sweet even after fucking for two hours.
I gazed at the side of her face. Eyes closed, relaxed lips, pinkish cheeks; I had to kiss her. My lips swept the corner of her mouth causing her to wake. She grumbled and moved on top of me sliding her breasts up my chest so she could sit up. I shivered.
"Oh, goodness, sorry for falling asleep." She moved her hair out of her face causing it to tickle my stomach. The moment her emerald eyes met mine was the instant I got caught up in her game. Her lips were soft and plump from our previous spit swapping. This time I wanted to be gentle. I knew she loved that rough shit, but I wanted to savor her, just in case this would be our last sex-together.
My hands were on the sides of her face while hers were on my chest. Our kiss was slow and passionate.
What the fuck was I thinking?
Since when did I desire passionate? It was all about fucking, that's it right? Though, the moment she pulled away I felt misplaced because I was the one that would stop the woman from getting too cuddly.
"I should go." She mumbled. I was breathing a bit fast. Her hot breath clashed with mine as our gaped lips brushed against each other. She was getting me excited again.
"You need me to drive you home?" Where the hell did that come from? This woman was bringing out the worst of me. She was so damn naturally charming and yet deviant.
She chuckled and placed a small kiss on my lips. It was nothing like I desired, it more of a thank you kiss. Better yet it was a; thanks for the good fuck kiss.
"No, no, I'm sure my sister is still waiting inside for me." She sat completely up resting her butt on the edge of the seat, right next to my legs.
I watched her get dressed; for someone reason I was disappointed.
"So are you gonna get dressed or do you prefer driving home naked?" She smiled at me while fixing her hair, repeatedly glancing at my chest.
"Maybe." I sat up and grinned at her. Shit, maybe I could convince her to fuck for another hour.
She laughed, "Hey it's whatever you're in to." She winked and secured the jacket around her body. I had forgotten that she came out here in only her bra and panties.
"Oh, and I'm sure that you're sister knows where I live, so you can come by anytime to pick your jacket up."
She gave one last look over my body, starting at my eyes, down to my toes, and back to my tinges.
We meet every day. This rendezvous of straightforward sex had been going on for almost a week now. It was no strings attached, not much talking either. Usually we'd go back to my place, and I only graced the presence of her house once, sadly I didn't get around to taking a tour.
She was beautiful no doubt, and not to mention fun. I get tired after a while of screwing the same broad but this girl only made it exciting ever time. I kept coming back for more, she didn't mind.
It was the little things about her that sent me reeling over the edge. The way she smiled; her eyes only revealing the gentle token she gave to everyone. Her lips always said what she never needed to. They constantly enslaved my bizarrely shoddy lips to her liking. The feeling of her palms over my skin never ceased to make me rise in more ways than one.
The way she moaned; it was like a goddess muttering my name in low sometimes high strokes. The letters would roll off her tongue right in to my ears. I could get a sexual high from just hearing the way she moaned and whined. It makes me hard just thinking about her.
She would close her eyes while riding me. Leaning her head back, her mouth would be cracked enough for me to hear the small whimpers. I'd get a full view of her breasts heaving up and down. It was hard for me to concentrate with only placing my hands on her hips because her moans would only get louder.
I won't deny ever having better sex than that. I've had girls do things I doubt she would ever accept to, but when I'm with her, it's not about doing the most freakish shit. She actually keeps sex what it is, pure fun.
4:15 p.m. Trunks' Apartment
We didn't sleep together today. She said that she had an important meeting to go to, and that's it. Now I'm sitting on the couch like a bum not knowing what to do with the rest of my evening.
I leaned my head back and mumbled, "Fuck."
What was I turning into? There were plenty of other girls I could pick up and have a good one night stand with. Shit, when's the last time I've had one of those anyway?
So that's the plan. I'm going out to hopefully find a nice sexy babe, maybe Latino; I am feeling a little spicy tonight.
Before I had a chance to at least picture what this hot, sexy, and Latino babe could look like, the doorbell rang.
If it was Bra on a rampage just to end my blooming night, I'd be damned. Fuck that, I'm going out no matter who is at my door.
As soon as I opened it, she screamed, "Baby!"
I was so surprised. I was expecting Bra for sure, maybe even mom, or Darcy.
No, it was Delilah.
She hugged me and dropped her bags on my feet, "Oh, Trunksie poo I've missed you so much!"
What the fuck was she doing back so early? Delilah was supposed to be gone for a month with her parents on a trip to Paris. I was hoping it would be a month of hot girls and sex, but no it's been two weeks.
"I'm so happy to see you." She kissed my face, unbearably.
I chuckled sarcastically, "Hey babe, I've missed you too. Uh, what are you doing back so early?"
She stepped in and looked around. It gave me a chance to actually get a good look at her. She wore flip flops and black capris with a white tank and a denim jacket. Her blonde hair seemed a little browner. Then her baby blues looked up at me.
"Well your mom called me, and said that you all are having a party tonight at Capsule Corp, and I figured I couldn't leave you dateless." She smiled at me and tugged on my shirt to bring me closer.
I wasn't sure if the cross expression was obvious on my face. I was still wondering why the fuck she was here?
"Babe, don't tell me you've forgotten about the big merger with Capsule Corp and Microelectronics?" She looked at me serious.
"No, babe, I was just stuck on how much I've missed you." I hugged her.
Damn, I did forget. With the constant sex going on with me and Darcy, I had no time to even think about work. I could care less about going to the stupid Merger Party, but I would have my mom and Bra, nagging in my ear, not to mention Delilah too, now that she's back.
8:30 P.M. Capsule Corp.
Mom really went all and out with this thing. The Mess Hall was full with people, but the stage was bare. I suppose someone was going to give a speech, which would most likely be my mom, saying how much she appreciates everyone's support, etc.
"Hey babe there's you mom." Delilah deliberately pointed her out of the crowd of people. In actuality I spotted her as soon as I walked in, I mean how can't you notice her vibrant blue hair?
If Delilah hadn't waved and yelled Bulma like a complete dunce I would probably have had a chance to get away.
"Trunks, sweetheart, there you are."
Damn.
She approached me and Delilah with a big smirk. "Hey Delilah, finally able to ring him here?"
"Yes, ma'am, but I'm sure you know just how stubborn he is." She slapped me on the back and laughed.
Kiss ass.
"So, Trunks, there's a lot of people I want you to meet," Mom came up and straightened my tie.
"God, mom I'm here, isn't that all you wanted?" I took my tie in my own hands and looked around.
I wasn't fucking 5 years old.
"Well since you are CEO of this corporation, I do believe you need to meet the people you will be working alongside with now." She gave me her, you better do what I say or you'll regret it, look and I figured I'd rather have a happy mom than a pissed off one.
Delilah and I had to endure boring asshole after asshole. Frankly, I think Delilah rather enjoyed it, sometimes she was so daft.
"Now, Trunks, I think this is probably the two most important people you'll meet all night."
I was looking a different direction when a certain smell filled my nose.
"This is Vice president Carter Brood and President of Microelectronics Darcy Delaine."
I looked at her in surprise. She smiled at me.
She held glass of Champaign. Her hair was up in a bun, and her eyes where flattered by peach eye shadow. Her body was incased in a curve hugging peach dress.
The black pearls that dangled around her neck were so polished I could practically see myself in them.
I looked down at her glossy legs that seem to catch my attention more than anything. They went on and on till I saw her smooth black pumps.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Briefs." The Carter guy extended his hand to me. Our eyes met, but he wasn't as alluring.
I shook his hand and smiled, then turned my gaze back to Darcy.
So this is your meeting.
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Briefs." Her hand eased out to me with confidence, the least I would expect.
I took her hand in mine and shook it slowly.
Her palms were soft.
It made me think back to the night she came to my house wearing nothing but a raincoat. The entire time it was as though her hands couldn't be deprived of my skin, where ever they could touch, they went. Not as though I complained.
We smiled at each other for a drawn-out period of time, long enough for Delilah to clear her throat and nudge me with her elbow.
I let go, "Oh and I'd like the both of you to meet, Delilah." She nudged me again, "My girlfriend."
Carter smiled and to my surprise so did Darcy.
"Nice to meet you Delilah." Darcy put out her hand first. Her smile looked genuine.
"Goodness, I was wondering when I would get the three of you to meet." Mom mumbled to herself out loud as Carter now shook Delilah's hand.
"I haven't been able to get Trunks to any meetings." She moaned to Darcy, who just looked at me with an inquisitive smile.
"I've been occupied lately." I looked at her with a scheming grin.
"Well Darcy I believe it's time to meet Mr. Dowd before he gets too friendly with the Champaign." She giggled.
"It was nice meeting both of you again." She gestured to Delilah and me with a small nod of her head, "Mrs. Briefs." She touched my mom's shoulder gently before taking hold of Carter's arm.
Were they a couple?
I watched them walk away into the crowd of people. Already her fragrance was only a memory to my senses.
"They were nice." Delilah bumped me. I suppose my daydreaming was obvious seeing as I was blankly starring into the direction Darcy went in.
"Oh, yes, Darcy and Carter are both sweethearts; tough cookies that's for sure. They really know how to handle their business, well now it's our business." Mom laughed to herself, "Alright, well you two enjoy yourselves, I have more asses to kiss." She spoke dryly but with a smile.
As Delilah waved my mom off, I couldn't get Darcy out of my head. The question of whether she was single plagued me. I mean, what the hell was she doing showing up with some random guy. I know we aren't a couple but common decency would have made her truthful.
Shit, in that case I'm a total dick wad. She must've been super pissed to see me with Delilah. Now I'm a self-absorbed player, liar, and a cheater.
Fuck.
"Babe, you okay?" Delilah clung to my arm.
What the hell was I doing vexing over a woman who was no concern to me?
I needed a release; I needed her off my mind, now.
"Yea, actually I was hoping we could get out of here and spend some real time together."
I whispered in her ear, getting really close, making sure on one heard us.
"I've missed you so much, you just have no idea." I wrapped my arms around her waist.
"Alright." Her words were horse and she was nervous.
Luckily for me she was so damn senseless.
11:45 P.M. Trunks' apartment.
My room was hot, so were her palms on my chest. She kept her head down and her eyes closed tightly.
Unlike Darcy, Delilah was willing to do whatever I coaxed her to; suck me off, whack me off, it didn't matter.
Her breasts weren't as big as Darcy's but she made up for it in experience with her mouth.
I would never let her ride me, but tonight I felt like giving her a chance. The bad thing was it felt so good, but I wasn't turned on.
I watched her. Maybe if I just focus on Delilah then I would feel something because at this rate I was only close to getting softer than any harder.
She bit her lower lip as her body moved against my hips.
Darcy would do that too.
My breath began to hitch in my chest.
She leaned her head back and began to moan. Her cream skin glistened with sweat, and her spasms made me grunt. I closed my eyes and braced her hips.
I was in a dark span of moans and whines. I tried to concentrate on only thinking of Delilah, but then she dominated.
All I could think about was Darcy's skin; the way her inner walls clinched my dick almost whenever she pleased. During sex it was all about torturing me, making me cum first before she did.
She'd laugh and smile at me when I'd make her moan. It was all about controlling the other.
The first time I knew I had to let her ride me was when she dry humped me on her kitchen counter.
She wasn't dry after that.
When I was on top, she'd bring her hips up and clench my dick every time I tried to thrust into her.
Out of the 14 times we've had sex together, I've cum 9 times before her.
She made me want to come back again and fuck her harder. I wanted to show her that when my dick gets hard for her, she's gonna have to handle all of it.
We can fuck for 6 hours, shit maybe all fucking day. I needed her body all the damn time.
I loved her teasing because it made it exciting.
She made sex exciting, and me.
Darcy's walls tightened too much around my throbbing dick. I couldn't hold back my orgasm. I bit my lip.
Fuck, I love the way she makes me feel.
Between the heat, moans, and heart stopping pressure, I had to scream her name.
My eyes were closed shut as my breathing was hectic. I looked up in my haze of euphoria.
I wished it was Darcy still sitting on me, consuming my dick, but no it was Delilah. She was breathing hard with a smile on her face, eyes closed.
It was the disappointment that made my sexual high wane fairly quickly. I was in such a clear state of mind that I actually thought back on what Delilah had screamed when she orgasmed.
What the fuck?
I was pissed. I was so mad that I blurted out the first thing that came to mind,
"WHO THE FUCK IS BEN?"