She gasped as I yanked her toward me until she straddled my hips. With a bruising kiss, I rocked her into me, my cock already hardening again from the semi that I had even after the best fucking blowjob I’d ever gotten. The tangy taste of me on her tongue should have been a turnoff, but all it made me want to do was worship her until she got the same treatment I did.
My fingers found her panties under the shirt she borrowed from me the night before and moved the material aside to find her already soaking wet. “Jesus fuck,” I groaned, drawing my finger through her arousal and toward the bundle of nerves. She wiggled on me, kissing my jaw, cheek, and trailing her lips to my ear where she sucked the lobe into her mouth as I pinched and tweaked and rubbed her clit until her breathing grew heavy.
When I dipped a finger inside her and hooked it, the strangled noise I was greeted with had me grinning against her neck as I suckled the skin above her pulse. The second finger entered and stretched her, causing her to grind down on me until she was panting. “That’s it, baby girl. Ride my hand just like that.”
Her hips lifted and dropped down as she circled her hips, and when I entered a third finger she tipped her head back and moaned my name.
“That feels so good, Theo,” she whispered, kissing me again. Her hands held my face to hers as she sucked my tongue and got my cock twitching against her. She kept riding my hand until my thumb put pressure on her clit again as I scissored my fingers inside her. I could feel her tightening around me, her legs locking on either side of me as she cried out and came, biting into my bottom lip so hard I could taste blood. It didn’t matter. Della Saint James could mark me however she wanted to show the world I was hers.
Using the wetness gathered on my fingers, I pulled out of her and slid my fingers to her backside, teasing the tight bud I hadn’t played with yet. “So many things I want to do to you,” I murmured, kissing her lips as I probed her hole. “So many things that I know you’d let me do to your tight little body.”
She shivered and froze as my wet fingertip entered her ass, her fingernails digging into my shoulders until my skin stung. “T-Theo. I…” It wasn’t a scared hesitation or warning. She closed her eyes as I kept my finger there, letting her slowly adjust to the intrusion.
“One day I’m going to fuck your ass.”
She swallowed, wiggling again until she gasped when it made my finger go deeper. “But not today?”
I kissed her slowly, letting my tongue tangle with hers as our breaths mixed and our teeth nipped, before drawing back. “Not today. I’ll get you used to me first. This morning I want to show you how much I love you.”
With that, I withdrew my finger and maneuvered us so I could slide down her panties and dispose of them across the room. The shirt came off next. When I positioned her on top of me, I kissed her neck, her jaw, until I grazed her lips with mine and said, “Take what you need from me, Della. Anything and everything.”
She exhaled softly before kissing me again, one of her hands guiding my cock to her entrance before she slowly slid onto me. We both breathed heavily as she took me inch by inch until she bottomed out. Her arms hugged me close to her for a moment before she lifted herself up and slid back down again. She repeated the motion again and again until she needed more, my cock living for how tight she was around me.
That time when I kissed her, it was with a purpose. It was slow and needy and hungry and tortured. Every graze told her how much I cared, every nip how much I wanted her, and every suckle how much I didn’t give a fuck what anybody else thought.
The spell of her hips rising and grinding and riding me was broken when my cell went off on the nightstand. Nobody bothered me early unless it was necessary, but I couldn’t make myself care. Not when I had Della’s pussy squeezing me so tight it felt like she was trying to milk me of cum every time she lowered down in frantic movements.
It rang again.
Gripping her hip, I kept her moving against me, our skin slapping, the wet sounds between us loud and telling, as I lifted the phone to my ear and pistoling inside of her. “Somebody better be fucking dead, Flamell.”
Della didn’t stop like I thought she would. If anything, the hand I kept on her only made her wilder for more as we worked each other’s bodies to the brink. She started circling her hips and biting her lip to be quiet, but she rode me harder, faster, until sweat covered both of us.
“That’s it, baby,” I cooed, “just like that.”
“It’s Katrina Murphy,” he told me.
I let out a breathy groan as Della changed position and took me deeper. I jackknifed upward, filling her the same time she moved down, causing her to tighten around me again and I knew she was close. “What about her?”
There was no doubt in my mind he knew what I was doing right now, and with who because I was all but grunting as Della fucked herself with my dick at the pace she set. But I didn’t give a shit. I needed Della to come, to let me drive into her until I couldn’t hold back and come so fucking deep inside her cunt that she’d never get rid of me.
Della was so lost in the moment I don’t think she even registered the phone. “Theo,” she cried out. “I need you to come inside of me. Please.”
The same moment Flamell opened his mouth, Della threw her head back and came like she knew my thoughts, her mouth parted in a silent scream as she gripped me so hard I couldn’t help but follow behind her, holding her down while I emptied myself in spurts inside of her. “She was found dead over on the south side. Overdosed. Police were called an hour ago. Coroner just took her body away.”
I was coming down from my high with Della tucked close into my sweaty body when I tensed under her. Her arms tightened around my shoulders, seemingly unknowing of what Flamell had told me.
“West?” he asked.
“I’m here,” I murmured, words thick.
“Tell Della that I’m sorry,” was what he ended it with before hanging up.
I dropped the phone onto the bed beside me and wrapped my arms around Della, keeping her close to me. My softening dick was still inside her as we caught our breath.
“Baby,” I whispered into the crook of her neck where I kissed her softly.
She hummed.
“There’s something I need to tell you.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Della
Dead. There was no way that could be true. It’d been hours since he told me, and I still didn’t believe him. It hadn’t sunk in until I asked Dallas to drop me off at my apartment. I knew Theo had things he needed to do, even though he offered to stay with me. I didn’t want him to.
How could she be dead?
Rationally, I knew how. I knew why. I’d told myself if she didn’t get help that overdosing was a likely possibility. I didn’t want it to be true. I didn’t want…
Throat thick, I stared at the fluffball Theo sent home with me, his gentle licks on my shins not as comforting as I was sure he’d hoped for. I picked up Ramsay and cuddled him on the couch, in a daze as I repeated those words in my head.
“I’m so sorry, Della. So sorry.”
Exhaling roughly, I squeezed my eyes shut to fight off the onslaught of tears that burned them. Theo might not have liked Kat, Sam, or Gina, but he’d meant what he said. Whether he’d been sorry for me or for her, I wasn’t sure. Maybe both. All I knew was that I’d been sorrier than he could have known.