One Night Standards

In This Swing Just-A-Swingin'

Delilah's POV:

Sitting in one of the wooden rocking chairs on Chase's back porch in one of Chase's t-shirts with my legs pulled up and my chin resting atop my knees, I gazed out over the pasture, watching the sun cast its glow over the dewy grass. Thoughts of last night and early this morning replaying in my head. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that I would have a one-night stand with a celebrity much less a one-night stand that included having a threesome with my best friend. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that I knew this particular spot from his videos on TikTok -and the soreness of muscles that had been used and abused from hours upon hours of sex- I would have thought that I had dreamt the whole thing. But even the most vivid dreams couldn't have left me blushing as I thought about all the things that had been done to me and what I'd done to in return.

Just thinking about how Chase had lifted me in the shower and slammed my back against he tile wall as he slipped his cock in me made me blush now. Also made me clench my legs together to try and relieve the ache between my thighs. He'd been so deep that I swear my intestines had gotten rearranged. And when Chase, Annabeth, and I had made it back to the bedroom and he'd told me to eat match his movements on my pussy and do the same thing to Annabeth? Well, lets just say that I there wasn't a place on my body that wasn't blushing.

"There you are." Said Chase, startling me and making me whip my head in the direction of the door. "What are you doing out here?"

I took a minute to look at him. Standing there dressing in nothing but sweats that were slung low on his hips and his hair having that just fucked look, he looked delectable. My mouth literally watered with the need to use the tip of my tongue to trace every dip in his abdomen. The thought of doing so made my already aching pussy throb harder. "Just taking in the view."

"The view of the pasture or this view" he said, trailing his hand down his chest until he reached the waist band of his sweats and dipped his hand inside. I watched hungrily as he wrapped his bag hand around his cock and stoked himself. A whimper slipped past my lips unchecked at the sight.

"You like that huh." He said, striding towards me, still stoking himself slowly. I was rendered speechless. All I could do was nod. "Do you know how much of a fucking turn on it is to know that I can get you all hot and bothered without even having to touch you?" I shook my head. "Then I guess I'm going to have to show you."

I watched as Chase sank to his knees in front of the rocker and eased my legs from out of the seat. He settled himself between them, spreading them wide before one big had began sliding up my leg, towards the place that throbbed with need. Ever so lightly, I felt one of his fingers slip between my folds, making me gasp. "No panties. I approve. Makes it easier for me to do this." He said, before lowering his mouth to my pussy and licking me from my opening to my clit. The coffee mug in my hand crashed to the porch and shattered, but I could care less.

I watched as he ate my pussy as if he were savoring the taste of me, slowly licking, and nipping as if I was going to be the last pussy he ever tasted on his tongue. Slowly, I felt my orgasm building, making my legs tremble. If 'pussy eating' were a sport at the Olympics, Chase could win a gold medal every single time.

I felt him slip two long fingers into my dripping core, being careful as if he knew that I was sore. But that soreness was soon forgotten as he lazily slipped his fingers in and out as he continued to flick her tongue over my clit. Out of nowhere, my orgasm ripped through me, making me moan his name as my head fell back on my shoulders. But still Chase ate at me until he had wrung every last drop on pleasure from my body.

When I felt his mouth leave my pussy, I forced myself to lift my head and look at him. His beard glistened from the evidence of my arousal, and he wore that devil-may-care grin that I'd learned quickly last night meant that he was not anywhere close to done bringing me pleasure. Chase was sexy any day of the week but when he looked at you like you were a snack and he was about to indulge himself, he was so much more than sexy. I don't even think that Webster himself had a word that began to equate to what he looked like in that moment.