Dirty Pucker (Denver Bashers #2)

31. Ingrid

Chapter 31

Ingrid

W hen I hear my doorbell ring, my stomach flips. That’s Del.

I’m no longer on my period and ready to jump Del’s bones. We can finally have the hot night we planned to have when we came back from Vegas.

I bite back a smile and take a second to check my outfit in my bedroom mirror. And then I glance back at my bed. Nerves crackle my tummy at the setup I have for him. I hope he likes it.

I head down the hall to the front door. My entire body is buzzing with anticipation. And arousal.

It’s been four days since he came over with my favorite snacks and cuddled me. I still can’t get over it. He wasn’t fazed at all that I was on my period. He was so sweet and romantic. It was one of the best dates I’ve ever had.

And then I think about our insanely hot night in Vegas.

My pussy aches at the memory of every filthy thing we got up to…and everything we’re about to do tonight.

Just thinking about that night with Del turned me on so much that, almost every day since getting back from Vegas, I’ve had to use my vibrator while thinking about that night. And again this morning. Twice.

This man. He makes my heart and my lady bits flutter.

I didn’t think a guy could be sexy and sweet in equal measure. But Del has blown away all of my expectations.

I open the door and smile at him. “Hey. Come on in.”

He flashes that sexy-as-sin half-smile and steps inside, bag of takeout in hand. He toes off his sneakers, then turns to me. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me against him, then captures my mouth in a kiss.

I run my hands through his hair, moaning as his tongue swipes into my mouth. He laps his tongue with mine, teasing me until I’m clawing at his chest through his jacket and shirt.

After a long moment, we pull apart.

“Hey,” he softly growls.

Gaze fixed on me, he holds up the bag of food. “You hungry?”

I nod, tracing my finger along the edge of his jaw. “Yeah. Not for food though.”

Heat flashes in his deep brown eyes. I grab the food and throw it in the fridge. When I walk back over to him, he grabs my waist with both hands. He leans down, lowering his face to my shoulder.

He runs his nose along the bare skin of my shoulder and neck, inhaling. Goosebumps flash across my skin. I gasp.

“Fuck you smell good,” he rasps. “What are you hungry for, sweetheart?”

My knees buckle at hearing him call me that nickname.

“Your cock,” I say through a breath.

He leans back to look at me and a wicked smile tugs at his lips. “Show me your bedroom then.”

I grab him by the hand and walk him down the hallway to my bedroom. I lead him to the foot of the bed and watch as his mahogany eyes go wide.

“Holy shit.” He runs his gaze along the bed, surveying the half-dozen sex toys I set up.

“You said you wanted to watch me play with my toys. I want you to pick which one I use.”

When he turns to me, I take in his expression. He looks like the happiest, smuggest man on the planet.

He pulls me in for another filthy kiss. Then he sheds his jacket and tosses it on the floor, leaving him in just a henley and jeans.

“I can hang that up…”

“Leave it.” His voice is a bossy growl. It makes my clit pulse.

Bossy Del is so sexy.

He sits on the edge of the bed, rests his hands on my hips, and pulls me to stand between his legs.

His rakes his gaze up and down the length of my body. “I like your dress.”

I smile and smooth a hand over the smooth fabric of the light blue cotton sheath dress I wore to work today.

He glances up at me. “The color matches your eyes. So pretty.”

I shiver at the raw want in his voice, at the way he’s admiring me with his gaze and his words.

Arousal pools between my legs. He leans forward, resting his elbow on his knee. He reaches his other hand to me and slides his palm up my leg.

I gasp softly as he grazes his hand along my inner thigh. The back of his hand brushes against my pussy. My legs shake.

That wicked grin reappears as he gazes up at me. “So wet already?”

“I can’t help it. You turn me on. So much.”

His gaze darkens. A low growl rips from his throat. “Hopefully as much as you’re turning me on right now,” he says.

He skims the side of my thong before hooking his thumb around the fabric and sliding it down my hips. He drags the delicate fabric down my thighs and legs. Leaning down, he pulls my thong to my ankles. When I step out of them, he grabs them and runs his thumb along the wet spot.

He looks at me. “These are mine now.”

My lips part as I let out a breath. I’m speechless.

He sets them next to him on the bed, then stands up.

“Stay still, sweetheart.” He steps behind me and unzips my dress.

Then he sits back down on the bed, facing me, and slides his hand up the skirt of my dress. When he palms my pussy, pleasure shoots up my body. My head falls back as I gasp.

“Pull the top of your dress down.”

I do what he says. He presses his palm against my clit. The pressure makes my knees tremble.

He lightly taps his thumb against my clit. My legs wobble and my breathing kicks up.

“Take off your bra. I wanna see those gorgeous tits.”

I reach back and unhook my bra, then drop it onto the floor.

His brown eyes are glittery as he stares up at me. With his free hand, he reaches up and cups my breast in his hand.

“You are so fucking perfect, sweetheart,” he rasps as he kneads my breast in his hand.

He gently swirls his thumb against my clit. My stomach muscles tense as the pressure and pleasure wind tighter through my core.

My legs get shakier with each passing second. After a minute, I start to wobble forward and steady myself by cupping my hand along Del’s jaw.

He turns his face and kisses the inside of my wrist. My chest flutters at the sweet and romantic move, despite the filthy way he’s working me in his hands.

He keeps at it for a minute before pulling both hands away. I whine.

“I think it’s time we use your toys.”

He pulls my dress all the way off and tosses it aside, then twists around to look at the sex toy collection on my bed. He grabs the light pink silicone vibrator and turns back to me.

He eyes it in his hand before looking up at me. “This is cute.”

I bite my lip. “It’s one of my favorites. It’s dual stimulation.”

His eyebrow quirks up. “That sounds fun.” He holds it up. “Get it wet for me.”

My stomach flips and my clit pulses. I bite back a grin.

“What?” he asks.

“You’re bossy in bed. I like it. A lot.”

The corner of his mouth pulls up. “Yeah?”

I nod.

He holds my gaze. “What are you waiting for, sweetheart? I said get it wet.”

My pussy aches at the demand in his rough, low tone. I run my tongue along the length of the vibrator, swirling at the top.

Del watches me with a dark stare the entire time. His jaw bulges as he bites down. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

I lean back, smiling and licking my lips. Then he pulls his hand back and lowers the vibrator between my legs. When he slides it into my pussy, I grip his shoulders and groan.

He stops halfway and leans forward, nuzzling his face against my bare stomach. He runs his tongue along my skin, then kisses me.

“Del…” I whine. “I need more.”

“Say ‘please,’ sweetheart,” he rumbles against my skin.

“Please.”

He pushes it all the way in, then turns it on. The toy pulses inside of me at the same time as the rabbit ears vibrate against my clit.

My jaw drops as I gasp.

With his free hand, Del grips my hip.

“How’s that feel, sweetheart?”

My eyelids flutter. “So good. But not as good as your tongue. Or your dick.”

A rough chuckle falls from his lips. “You haven’t felt my dick yet.”

I look down at him. “You’re bigger than my toy. I just know I’m gonna love the way your cock feels inside of me.”

Fire ignites in his earthy gaze. He kicks up the speed on my vibrator. It pulses faster and harder inside of me. The vibrations speed up too. Heat pools in my pussy, seeping up my abdomen and chest. The pressure inside of me intensifies, winding tighter and tighter with each second.

“I was gonna drag this on for a while longer and make you beg for your orgasm, but I think you deserve a little treat for saying that,” Del says. He softly bites my tummy.

He kicks up the speed on my vibrator higher. All the muscles in my legs tense as the pleasure builds and builds…

Seconds later, I break. The tidal wave of pleasure crashes through me. I come screaming and shaking. I lose control of my legs completely and nearly fall over, but Del’s so big and strong that he props me up.

The pleasure is so intense that I thrash against him. My ears ring and my brain goes fuzzy.

It feels like it goes on for minutes. When that too-sensitive feeling finally hits, I reach down and push his hand away. He turns off the vibrator, pulls it out of me, and sets it down.

Then he pulls me to join him on the bed. I lie down and take a second to breathe. Then I turn my face to the side and look at him.

“Wow…” I murmur.

He chuckles before dusting slow, soft kisses along my neck and shoulder.

“You okay?” he asks softly.

“I’m great.” I lean back to look at him. “But can I have your cock now?”