She couldn't remember a time when she didn't find Christopher Lipnik to be incredibly attractive. He had been friends with her brother Collin since they were in elementary school and lived just down the street. He was always the tallest, cutest, and most reserved of Collin's friends, which was probably why she found it so damn satisfying to flirt with him. He showed absolutely no interest in her, ignored her most of the time, and seemed annoyed at her advances. It just made Delilah all the more persistent at throwing herself at him every chance she got.
He wasn't the only one of Collin's friends that she had flirted with over the years. Her brother was three years older than her and, eventually, it became a rather acceptable age difference for dating, where the guys didn't feel like they were robbing the cradle. While Collin and Chris were both away at college, she briefly dated one of their other friends, Steve, who hadn't gone away. But it was different with Chris. He was a challenge for her, never interested in so much as a second look, always so stern and serious and turning her down. That didn't happen to her frequently, men didn't usually turn her down.
And now, after years of fruitless flirting and trying to get some kind of a reaction out of Chris, he finally confessed that it was specifically her aggression that had turned him off all along. It had taken her aback slightly, learning what his deal was. But she wasn't unwilling to try this whole submissive thing, handing over control to him and following his lead. It had the potential of being really hot and it freed her from having to really think about what to do next and how to do it. Sucking his cock, outside, on her knees, definitely turned her on. After all the talking at him and flirting with him and trying to get a rise out of him, it turned out what he really wanted was for her to shut up and do as he instructed. Easy peasy.
She stood outside Chris's hotel room door at the appointed time, waiting for him. It felt just slightly awkward, but she told herself that this is something she might have done either way, to stalk him perhaps in her further efforts to seduce him. This way, she was doing it because she was actually invited. He wasn't there yet. Collin and his new wife Emma had a block of rooms reserved in the hotel for their wedding, so Del's own room was only down the hall from Chris's. In the spur of the moment, waiting there for him, she decided to pop into her own room and freshen up, check her makeup, use the bathroom, and such. When she came out of her room again, he was at his door, pulling the keycard out of his pants pocket.
"You're late," he glanced at her. She cocked her head to the side, eyes narrowed.
"You're the one who's late, I was already here, waiting and then I just popped into my room for a minute," she defended herself.
"That's not the kind of attitude that's going to get you off, Del," Chris smirked. She stared at him, her lips pressed together. This side of Chris was taking some time to get used to.
She was immediately remembering the frustrating ache she felt when he pulled his fingers out of her pussy when she was already so close, made her lick them clean, and then walked away without letting her come. She wasn't often lost for words, but it was the second time that night that Chris had her in that condition. He held the door to his room open, ushering her in. She walked inside without hesitation, sitting herself down on the bottom corner of the bed, crossing one leg over the other. Chris locked the door and stood there looking at her with a slight smile on his face, hands in his pockets, as if considering what he wanted to do with her.
If it were up to her right now, she'd strip the clothes off of him in a minute. He looked like one of those people who might be even more gorgeous naked than he was dressed. The suit definitely looked amazing on him and she could tell that his chest and arms underneath it were hard and toned, but she wanted to see him. God, he looked like fucking Liam Hemsworth.
"Stand up," he said, his tone more conversational than commanding. She did, smoothing out the skirt of her dress. "Show me your tattoos." She had almost forgotten that she'd told him about her tattoos when they were dancing. That seemed like it was an entirely different day, not just a few hours ago.
She reached behind herself, undoing the zipper of her dress while Chris leaned a shoulder against the wall, watching her. She slipped out of her dress, bending to pick it up off the floor and tossing it over onto the chair. She lifted her right arm, turning sideways, showing him the quote scrolled in cursive letters. Del turned her head to look at Chris's expression. His head was cocked to the side and his eyes narrowed as he read 'She believed she could so she did.'
"Is that about getting any guy you set your sites on?" His smile reached his eyes, making them twinkle. Delilah shrugged.
"And that too," she flashed him a smile in return.
"Are there more?"