Chapter 25

This was ridiculous and preposterous!

How could any man like this crap?!

There was NO crotch, there was a HOLE in the crotch, but everything else was covered. See-through, but covered in nylon. What the hell? Delilah had taken a shower, locking Jon out and warned him, if he picked the lock, he would not get his surprise or any sex from her. That made him stay out and she was thankful for it because she had to prep for this body stocking. Shaving – her hair had been done a few days ago, so it looked perfect again instead of the damn roots sticking out.

She put just a dab of makeup on to enhance her natural beauty and slipped on ruby red stiletto heels that were two inches. She left her hair down since Jon loved it that way and put a spritz of perfume on before finally putting a robe on to walk out of the bathroom. Clearing her throat to gain his attention, Jon was standing by the open window, staring out of it and those electric blues slowly slid over to her. Another deep breath, another second later, the robe slid off her body to reveal his surprise.

"I told you I'd wear it for you when the time was right."

Christ, she looked like a live action anime porn star and that was HOT, especially with those ruby red stilettos and the silver hair. Jon had showered and spruced up in the guest bathroom while she was 'grooming', doing some of his own. He usually kept his own bits and bobs trimmed. Nobody wanted to floss their teeth with pubes.

"You are…stunning." His tone was lusty as he reached out with one finger to trace down her shoulder. Body stockings hid everything while revealing and accenting it at the same time, and he felt like a kid at Christmas with her as his ultimate gift.

Just the way his eyes DEVOURED her whole and darkened, smoldered with barely contained passion…it definitely made her feel more confident. Honestly, Delilah thought she looked like a clown in this thing, though it was comfortable and not itchy, which was a plus. Still, the way he began circling her, like a predator and she was his prey, made her swallow hard. There was a hole that did not cover her pussy or the crack of her backside, all of those exposed to him. However, her breasts were confined with no holes.

Did Jon plan on screwing her in this or would he take it off of her first?

"I take it you approve, Moxley?" Her voice had dropped an octave to a sultry, seductive tone.

"That's not my name, doll." He singsonged in a voice that would make anyone say 'Moxley', finally coming to a halt behind her, his palms moving to rest on those curvy hips of hers. "Mmm…" A finger moved to her spine, running down to the top of where that hole started and then back up again. A smirk curved the corner of his mouth when she visibly shuddered, fingers creeping up until he was gently gripping the back of her neck, moving to rest his lips by her ear. "You sure you want this, Delilah?" If she changed her mind midway through, Jon would probably explode and not in a nice, gentle way.

He'd lose his mind.

"Do you really think I'd put this getup on and spend the better part of an hour shaving if I wasn't sure about this, Moxley?" He hissed in her ear again, making her smirk because she knew it drove him crazy to hear THAT name. It wasn't his birthname, but a name of his, nevertheless. "Fine – fine, I'll be a good girl and say Good." He growled approvingly in her ear, another shudder flooding through her and felt him slowly move her hair to drape over one shoulder. "Mmm…Jon…" Delilah moaned out in a whisper as soon as his lips sealed to her neck, the one spot he knew would turn her to putty in his hands.

Anything.

Damn right she was giving him anything he wanted tonight – anything to get rid of this scorching fire inside of her.

Anything that night had included a prenuptial, a name change, an 'I Do' followed by a very heated kiss to seal the deal. Tonight would be another night of anything. If she only knew how wrapped she had him and how he would do anything for her in return, but she didn't.

"Good girl." He rumbled, moving to the other side of her throat, his hand slowly fisting her hair until it was over the opposite shoulder, though Jon didn't let go immediately.

One arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her firmly with her back to his chest and the other moved down, hovering right at where the hole in the fabric teeth gnashed together because, from the daydreams to the sex dreams, to everything in-between…Delilah was about to go off like a geyser and wrapped her hand around his wrist, stopping him from moving lower. Her breathing was ragged and her heart was already thundering against her chest, her body trembling against him.

She was sure he could feel it thrumming.

"Fuck me first and then…you can do whatever you want to me. But I think we both know…" Her other hand snaked around to where his jeans were, unfastening them enough to delve her hand inside to stroke his already erected cock. "How much we really – REALLY need this."Bend me over the bed and fuck me already, her mind and body both screamed, for once on the same page.

Jon was well aware what she wanted. Those daydreams of hers had her on a sexually frustrating tightrope for a month now, and him. The teasing, the looks, the fact that she would reluctantly admit about those daydreams…no, he was going to torment her a bit, just because he could. Jon took her wrist, keeping her from doing anymore tormenting of HIM because that was not how this worked.

Slowly, he began backing Delilah towards the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. "I think, doll…you NEED foreplay." He growled in a low, evil drawl, hovering over her.

"Just remember, Moxley, whatever you do to me, I WILL hand it right back to you." Delilah promised in a darker tone, meaning every word that came out of her mouth.

She had just blatantly challenged him and damned if he wasn't going to accept. Just the look in his eyes when he turned her around to face him spoke volumes. Jon shoved her to lay on the bed, his mouth finding hers and began stroking her bundle of sensitive nerves, making her whimper in his mouth. He was going to make her suffer, wasn't he? It would be a slow, deliciously agonizing trip before Delilah met her end.

"Looking forward to it, Vix…"

She had thrown down the gauntlet, outright CALLED him out, when it came to this little challenge of hers, and that had just been a bad idea on her part. Or maybe a really great one because she had baited a man who was basically dying of thirst and she was his oasis. A person didn't rush through an oasis, they took their time, explored it, enjoyed its offerings…Delilah was his lush, delicious oasis. Jon kissed his way down her nylon covered body, taking his time to enjoy where bits of skin peeked out from the darker mesh before kneeling between her legs. That hole…he loved it, it showed off her glistening sex, and she was beyond ready for him to take her.

To fuck her like he owned her, but… not just yet.

Dessert first.

The way he devoured her pussy reminded her of a man dying of thirst and she had no idea he had that same reference in his head while staring at her earlier. Devouring her with those deep electric blues that made her insides turn to mush. Delilah was at his complete mercy, crying out his name and singing his praises repeatedly while he made her climax over and over again.

"J-Jon…" She gasped out, finally pulling back after the fifth time and shook her head, caked in sweat. The nylon material from the body stocking was sticking to her like glue and she couldn't breathe, her sex pulsating with both pain and pleasure. "N-No more…Oh god, no more…I can't…can't take it…" Wow, she couldn't even TALK and the sight of her essence coating half his face practically made the fire inside of Delilah rage all over again. "Please Jon, please fuck me…"

"No doll, I don't think you're ready for that just yet…" Jon teased, though truth be told, his dick was threatening to pack up the balls and leave if he didn't give them what they both wanted and quit with the teasing.

He looked back down at her soaked nethers, trailing a lazy finger up and down her slit. She had soaked his face, their bed…and he bet with a little more coaxing, she'd wind up flooding the floor. At her whimpering plea, Jon groaned, dropping his head back down to taste her one more time before slowly kissing his way up her heaving body. He captured her lips with his own, letting Delilah taste herself on his tongue as his hands molded to her hips, grinding against her.

"Maybe you are." He conceded huskily, knowing they both were beyond ready.

Anything.

Ravish me, please, her mind practically screamed, her trembling hands already working on removing his boxer/briefs, their lips hungrily devouring each other. She wanted this man more than water, food, and even the air she breathed! Delilah pulled him on top of her, showcasing her own strength and watched as he slowly pulled down the body stocking to free her breasts from its confines. "With or without it on, I don't care, just fuck me, Jon…" She was not above begging at this point, feeling that delicious warmth pressed between her thighs, against her clit, and whimpered again.

Slowly, methodically, he slid the tip of his cock up and down, both of them groaning while she writhed beneath him. Even if Delilah wound up being another notch on his bedpost, this man knew how to get it done in the bedroom and she did not care if she was acting like a bitch in heat at the moment. She NEEDED to feel him explode inside of her body. She was WAY past being a notch in his bedpost at this point; she had been here, done that and beyond with him, and she even remembered most of it.

Hell, Delilah was his WIFE…something she did not remember. Jon bet she had mail at home probably waiting with her new information since she had been here for a month or so now. Nodding, he positioned the head of his cock at her entrance, running it up and down her slit, feeling Delilah's hips raising, trying to get him to claim her.

"Mine." He growled possessively before slamming home inside of her.

"Oh, Jon, yes!"

It all came to a SCREECHING halt when the doorbell sounded, echoing all around the house. Jon had installed it that way since the house was so big, wanting to make sure he heard whoever came to his door to ring the bell. Delilah felt Jon tense on top of her, both breathing raggedly and they locked eyes, both silently questioning WHO THE FUCK WAS HERE AT 9 PM AT NIGHT?!

Who was at the door?! She wanted to tell him to ignore it, to keep going, but could already feel Jon deflate inside of her and the burning sensation erupted throughout her body. Growling viciously, Jon tore himself off her and stalked downstairs, naked as a jaybird, with a half-erect cock soaked in her juices and nearly ripped the door off its hinges answering it.

"Well, hello to you too, porn star." It was Sami. "Bad time, bro?"

"ARE YOU FUCKING-?" Jon actually formed claws with his hands, prepared to go to prison for murdering his 'bro' via throttling the cockblocking bitch. "Go AWAY!"

"Uh no, I'm here for at least the night." Sami held up his bag, shouldering his way inside and made sure to NOT get touched by what was probably a rage boner at this point. "Go finish with your broad and then get your ass down here. We got to talk."

Yeah, except when his 'broad' found out WHO was here…Jon growled. "Get. Out."

"Nope."

Delilah had no idea who was here because she was currently in the shower, a COLD shower, trying to quell the fire inside of her. Whoever was at the door…she wanted to kill and maim them, cut them into tiny pieces! Gritting her teeth, she pressed her hands against the shower wall and just let the cold water do its job, shivering from head to toe. It didn't matter how cold she was, the fire inside of her wasn't completely gone yet. If she knew Sami was downstairs at that moment…Delilah would have had a complete meltdown, but luckily, she had stayed upstairs.

"Who's here?" She asked, hearing the bathroom door open and cringed at Jon's violent cussing.

Jon slid into the shower behind her, knowing as soon as the name left his lips, this all came to a crashing halt. He was beyond tempted to get her going again, knowing he could, and claim her here in this damn shower once and for all. Sober because, to her, the drunk time didn't count. But he couldn't because she would HATE him.

"You don't want to know." He grunted, adjusting the other spray to ice cold and hissed, that HURT. "Your cockblocking, obnoxious fucking brother." He relented when she asked again, turning in time to catch her when her knees seemed to buckle. "Del…"

Sami? Sami was HERE? In this house?! With her, naked, in Jon's shower?!

"O-Oh god…oh fuck…" Panic attack hit like a ton of bricks and Jon cupped his hands over her mouth to breathe through, instructing her to do it slowly. Christ, her BROTHER was here and she hadn't told him about her and Jon yet! Sami DID threaten to come here… "Fuck, fuck what are we going to do, Jon?" Forget calling him Moxley, Good, and the other names she used! This was not good, this was very serious and Delilah was going to have another panic attack. "You have to get rid of him. You HAVE to send him to a hotel or…or SOMETHING!"

"Yeah, I tried. He didn't even blink twice before making himself comfortable on my couch." Sami hadn't even been perturbed by a naked, soaked in juice, cock out raging Jon answering the door. Sami had some deep-seated issues that someone besides them needed to address. "He doesn't know you're here, doll, breathe…"

He would get rid of Sami, even if he had to knock him out and drag his ass back to the city to plant him in a hotel somewhere. Or he could just knock him out and drop him off in the Mojave, let survival of the fittest handle the problem for him. Jon knew he was pissed off because he was actually considering it, potentially murdering one of his best friends.

"What am I supposed to do? Stay up here until he decides to leave?"

Delilah already knew that was exactly what she would end up doing, unable to face her brother head-on yet. Christ, her and Jon couldn't catch a damn break! All she wanted to do was have sex with him and they couldn't even do that! Sighing heavily, she scrubbed a hand down her face and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel tightly around her body.

"Yo Mox, where you at, man?!"

SAMI WAS IN JON'S BEDROOM!

Delilah immediately rushed over, nearly slipping on the floor and flipped the lock on the door, gritting her teeth. "Oh Mox, oh harder baby!" She began bouncing her backside against the door, making it seem like they were screwing right against it and made sure to change her voice to where Sami wouldn't recognize it. "Oh harder, harder!"

Sami cleared his throat awkwardly, leaving the room and shook his head, not at all surprised his arrival had stopped Mox from banging whatever broad he'd picked up.

Some things never changed.