Delilah: Day 6 (Merger)

The January air crisps your breath as you walk out onto the roof of the economy block on Sunday afternoon. There are still a few remnants of the last snow storm piled against the wall where the wind blew. All in all you're not sure this is the best place to have sex but you suppose it could be a lot colder. At least this isn’t one of the more northern states with temperatures never above freezing at this time of year.

You stand by the ornamental crenulations and look down over the quad. There aren't many people there at this time of day and none of them are looking up. Part of you questions whether this will even count as public sex if nobody is watching. Still, all you can do now is wait for Delilah to show up.

Your mind shifts back to the last few days with Rebekah. She's been… different. Not cold exactly. In some ways she's been more intense than ever. Yet she hasn't really seemed herself all week. She's skipped a meal or two, focused hard on her classwork, and responded a couple of times to you touching her like it hurt a bit. You're probably worrying about nothing. She did mention she had a paper due. You decide to check in with Jada about it when you see her next.

Behind you, the roof door opens. Turning, you see Delilah approaching, a grin on her face.

“Hey there,” you say. “Back from the United Nations I see.”

She nods.

“How was it?”

“Really good,” she says. “I've even been given permission to include information on a Pan-Africa initiative the ambassador from Kenya is working on.”

“Sounds… intense.”

“Sure, but intense can be fun, right?”

Your mind throws up the struggle you're having with the sexuality paper, and that's just something you can write at the computer. Delilah’s had to travel halfway across the country and interview high-power politicians. You start to wonder if maybe Rebekah isn't on to something with putting her effort into streaming as a career instead. Not that you're exactly a top gamer either.

“I said…” Delilah runs a finger over your crotch. “Intense can be fun. Or have you forgotten why we're here?”…

At once your cock starts to swell. You tense as she presses her entire palm against you.

“There it is. I’ve been looking forward to this reward all week.”

You reach for her, pulling her into an embrace and pressing your lips to hers. There’s no denying you want this… but here?

“You want intensity, how about the weather?” you ask. “What is it? 20 degrees?”

She chuckles. “No, it must be almost freezing point by now. Besides, I like a little temperature play. And I know the best way to warm you up…”

You lick your lips, the cold suddenly not seeming as bad. Delilah grasps your hand in hers and places melting ice into it. She pulls it under her blouse, guiding it onto her breast. She's not wearing a bra and as the ice touches her nipple she falls in pleasure. You run the ice over and around her areola, grinning as she rolls her head back.

“You really love the cold, don't you?” you say.

She stares into your eyes, her breath crystallizing between you. Her fingers find the zip on your pants, slowly easing it down. She reaches inside and pulls out your cock.

“Only when there's something hot afterwards…”

You can't help but shiver as the chill catches your most sensitive area. Delilah doesn't seem to notice as she drops to her knees and immediately takes your cock in her mouth. Your fingers curl in her hair automatically. She's good. Really good. And when she hums slightly while running her tongue over your shaft you cry out in surprise.

Delilah takes a deep breath as she reaches up to cup your balls. Squeezing them gently she swallows your dick deep into her throat, allowing her gag reflex to massage you.

As she moves back and forth, you remember the first challenge you did with her just a few months back. Anal sex. In the pool. She'd really enjoyed it when it happened, but you'd need her friend to help to convince her first. This was not that woman. This was someone hungry and enjoying herself.

“God! Are you trying to make me cum already?”

She pulls back, chuckling as she lets your cock slip from between her lips. “Just getting you ready.”

You take her hand in yours, helping her to her feet. A line of spittle and pre-cum dries at the corner of her mouth in the cold. You’re expecting her to pull you in and get ready to fuck, but instead she turns around and leans onto one of the crenulations.

“And with where that’s going, I want it to be nice and wet.”

“You mean?”

She laughs quietly. “You left a memory, last time, Fresher. And so far you’re the only one I’ve let back there. Figured it was time to relive our pool night. Even without Helena here.”

“Or Rebekah,” you say, enjoying the memory of the four of you together.

“Oh no, she’s just down there.”

You lean over Delilah’s shoulder and see Rebekah standing in the quad looking up at you, a mischievous grin visible even at this distance.

“Hey, baby, wanted to make sure you had the public part of the public challenge set up. It means someone has to watch, remember, and nobody looks up at the roof.”

You glance around the quad. There are five people down there. Rebekah is staring, delighted with having made sure this goes public. Two students in the distance are now speed-walking away. Another guy has his phone out taking pictures which makes you glad he can't see anything below mid torso. And one other girl has paused halfway through a door to look at what the condition is about… and is now sniggering into her hand.

“Yeah, we, thanks… I guess.”

Delilah laughs. “You're dating a crazy person, you know that right?”

“Yeah…” you respond. “You said that before.”

“Well, I guess she's not the one about to get ass fucked on top of a building. Now, let's get started before this guy hides from the cold.”

She reaches behind her to grasp your cock and give it a squeeze. You curl your fingers through the snow on top of the wall, squeezing a ball of it together. Then you lower your hand towards her butt.

“Since you love the cold, let's use it to get you lubed up.”

Delilah grabs your hand and shakes her head.

“No!” She says firmly. “Never put ice inside someone like that. I tried it once. It… wasn't… good.”

You pull your hand away, not certain how it would hurt her but certain she knows what she's talking about.

“Besides, I took care of the lube.”

You reach for her ass with your other hand and immediately feel how slick she is. She's put a little of something on, probably knowing if you waited too long in the cold you might lose your erection. Gripping her shoulders, you press against her asshole and slowly push inside. She gasps at the pressure and pain, but immediately pushes back against you. It takes a minute to fully enter her, before you rest and let yourselves relax into the sensation.

“Hey, you two!”

The cry is loud and unexpected. You look down and see a security guard entering the far side of the quad from the parking lot. He’s looking directly at you.

“What are you doing?”

“Just admiring the view,” you say, coming up with the best excuse you can in the moment.

“You can't be up there!”

You take a second to pull back and thrust back into Delilah's ass.

“Argh! It's okay,” she says. “We're fine!”

“I'm coming up to get you!”

“NO!!” you both cry out together. But it does no good as the guard starts jogging towards the building.

“Four… maybe five minutes,” says Delilah.

“What do you mean?”

“He had to cross the quad, get up here to the roof, which is fifteen floors. Since the elevator’s not working I figure that gives us four or five minutes. Now fuck me.”

She pushes back against you and squeezes the muscle of her sphincter.

“I don't want to hurt you.”

“If you want to score points for your challenge then do it. I'm not giving consent for the video if you don't cum!”

“What?”

“Fuck me!” she growls. “I've been dealing with politicians all week. Now I just want some hard for fucking.”

As she squeezes you again you get the message and begin to thrust in and out of her asshole faster. She cries out in pain, but doesn't stop meeting every move you make.

You grab handfuls of snow and cup her breasts with them, making her shiver and gasp in pleasure.

“Faster!” She says. “He's at the door already.”

And so you do. Harder and harder, faster and faster. This isn't love making or just sex. It's ravishment, though who is ravishing who you're not entirely sure about.

You can hear footsteps pounding on the stairs behind the roof door as you feel your orgasm approaching. Delilah is damn near leaning as the sensations overwhelm her. A low, barely varied cry flows from her throat.

And then…

“I'm coming!”

She tells it a moment before you do and then you feel your seed explode inside her ass. The tightness of the space pushes it back out, over your cock and down her butt. You collapse on top of her, both of you laughing as your knees almost give way. It has to be the quickest quickie you've ever had and you still barely have a chance to put your dick away and fasten up before the roof door opens.

“What the hell are you two doing up here?” He demands. “You could get expelled for this.”

“Just taking in the view,” you say, unconvincingly. “It’s beautiful from up here, with the snow on the low buildings and trees in the distance. It’s…”

“What’s your name?”

“Delilah Zheng,” says Delilah.

You stare in her direction. How could anyone as smart as Delilah ever offer their real name in a situation like this?

“John Thomas O’Toole…” you say, turning to the one false name that stands out in your mind, even if it does stand out for being an adolescent joke.

“I see,” says the guard. He walks over to the wall and looks down. “He’s lying about his name, Rebekah!”

“What?!” Your head spins to face the young woman collapsing in fits of laughter on the ground below. “YOU had something to do with this?”

She nods. “And Delilah. Oh the look on your face! It’s hilarious!”

You glare from one to another to the third of them. Memories of Kennedy playing you for a sucker with the glory hole challenge back in week three come flooding back as once again you’re made the joke. Not that you mind so much. Now you know you’re safe you can see the funny side.

“Oh you’re gonna get such a spanking when I get you home!” you call out, forgetting for a second that there are still others nearby in the quad watching.

“Promises, promises!” calls back, almost curling up in hilarity.

“And you?” you say to Delilah. “You knew about this?”

She shrugs. “Of course. You don’t think I’m stupid enough to give my name out when I’m actually busted do you? When Rebekah contacted me about it I thought it sounded great.”

“It meant I had to go hard on anal! I could have hurt you.”

She licks her lips. “Maybe a bit. But I told you - after an intense week of mental work I wanted to round out with some physical intensity and… you delivered.”

You can’t help shaking your head. “I should have you kneeling next to her for the spanking.”

“Not my scene,” says Delilah. “But you never know. Deliver like that again and maybe I’ll think about it. Now, let’s go. I need a shower.”