Loving Daisy

by R. M. Lynn

“Want to what?”

  Instead of answering me with words, her lips pressed to mine lightly. My lips moved against hers tantalizingly before parting when her tongue flicked out against my bottom lip. Just as our tongues met, I yanked away from her as I suddenly remembered where we were and that anyone could come out and see us.

  “Let’s go inside,” I murmured and put my forehead to hers. “We can go to my room. More privacy.”

  She nodded, and I got out of the hot tub before helping her out of it as well. The guys were already rowdy inside, and thankfully, nobody seemed to notice when we walked through the living room and up the stairs. Once in my room, I locked the door in case some drunk idiot got lost, and I quickly grabbed a change of clothes for the both of us.

  “Here,” I murmured as I handed Daisy a pair of athletic shorts and a white t-shirt. “Go change. Bathroom’s right there.”

  She gave a short nod before heading to the bathroom connected to the bedroom. I let out a breath and stripped out of my swim trunks, then pulling on a pair of athletic shorts. I sat on the edge of the bed and scrolled through Instagram while Daisy changed.

  Looking up when I heard the door open, my dick instantly hardened at the sight of Daisy in just my t-shirt. She didn’t pull on the shorts I gave her, and her hair was out of the braid she had it in earlier.

  “Fuck,” I mumbled to myself as I looked her over, wishing like hell I had those creamy legs of hers wrapped around me.

  “I think I’m ready,” she whispered and took a step toward me.

  “Daisy, I…” I shook my head trying to concentrate on my words and not her fucking nipples poking at the material of the shirt she wore. “I don’t want to do anything to pressure you. I didn’t bring you up here to do anything. We can do whatever you want. Watch a movie or–”

  My words died in my throat when she stepped between my legs and slid her hands around my shoulders and to the back of my head, tipping my face up to hers. She put her hands over mine and moved them to her waist, going lower until she could push them under the shirt before she let them rest at the tops her thighs, right under her hips.

  Returning her hands to my face, she whispered, “I want you to take me.” My heart and dick jumped at the same time she said the words. Her head dropped, however, and she let out a rough sigh. “God, that was stupid. I sound stupid and a little pathetic, don’t I?”

  I stand and cup her face in my hands, making her look at me. “You don’t. Not at all.” I press a soft kiss to her lips before putting my forehead to hers. “You’re sure? We really don’t have to. I want you to be comfortable.”

  “I want to,” she whispered next and pulled me down to kiss her. “Please.”

  That’s all I needed to continue. I hoped she didn’t notice the way my hands shook as I slid them up and under the shirt she was wearing. My palms grazed over her sides all the way up until she raised her arms over her head until the shirt dropped to the floor between us. I took a small step back from her to look her up and down, and fuck me, she was stunning. Drop dead gorgeous, and I didn’t understand why it took me this long to really see it.

  “You’re fucking beautiful,” I breathed out. Pulling her back to me, I smiled against her lips in a kiss as the blush made an appearance once more along her neck and cheeks. “So fucking pretty, Daisy.”

  Her arms went around my shoulders as our kiss deepened, and I knew she had to feel my cock pressing against her stomach with how close we were. I raised a surprised brow when she shoved at my chest, pushing me down to sit on the edge of the bed. I opened my mouth to speak, but then she straddled me and put her mouth back on mine where it belonged. My hands went to her ass, and I loved the way her nipples brushed my chest as she kissed me deeply. The second she grinded against my crotch, I let out a groan and flipped her onto the bed, settling between her legs, throwing her legs over my shoulders. She clutched my hair when my tongue flattened against her clit. Every time she said my name on a moan, I felt like I was going to come in my pants instantly. Her hips bucked when I slid two fingers into her while circling her clit with the tip of my tongue.

  “God, yes, Maddox,” she cried and rocked her hips up.

  A moment later, her legs quaked, and an orgasm ripped through her. Pumping my fingers in and out of her slowly, allowing her to ride out the wave, I lifted up and pressed my lips to hers. Her tongue lapped at mine, and I caught every moan and scream she made as she came hard. When her body went limp, I slid my fingers out of her and went to my bag. Yeah, I’d stashed a few condoms, but only for emergency purposes. You never knew, and what if one of the guys met some local and needed one? And, sure, while I’d never admit it out loud, there was a small part of me that hoped Daisy would come to me and tell me she was ready. I crawled back between her legs, my elbows going to either side of her head, and my crotch lined up with her perfectly. The only thing between us was my shorts and boxers, but as I trailed my lips along her neck, jaw, and lips, her fingers made quick work of shoving the articles of clothing down my hips. I helped her the rest of the way, kicking the clothing to the floor and ripping open the condom wrapper.

  “You’re sure?” I whispered once more. “We can stop at any point, okay?”

  “I don’t want to stop,” she insisted quietly and wrapped her arms around my shoulders as I lifted up on one arm to roll the condom on.

  I kissed her once it was on, slowly, trying to get her to relax because I could feel how tense she was underneath me. With each kiss, each stroke of my tongue over hers, I felt her slowly relax, and I shifted up slightly to line the head of my cock at her entrance.

  “Tell me to stop at any time, okay?” I strangled out. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I’ll be okay. Please, Mac.”

  I swallowed while sweat was already beading at my forehead. My first instinct was to plow into her and mark what was mine. Something primal and wild tugged at me from within, but I forced myself to reign in it knowing that it’d likely be painful for her the first time with me.

  Shit, the only time she’d be with me.

  I forced the thought away, focusing solely on her now. I pushed into her as slowly as I could, letting her adjust to my intruding before beginning to push further. When I reached the barrier, the only real show of her virginity, I paused, waiting for her to change her mind. The primal side of me was rearing its head again, and it wanted me to tear into her, claim her as mine. But I restrained, knowing I had to keep it slow.

  “Okay?” I whispered out, sounding almost choked. “You’re good?”

  “I’m okay,” she strained out. “Just do it.”

  I kissed her deeply, willing her to relax once more, and the moment her legs loosened around me, I pushed through the barrier until I was as deep as I could get. A groan escaped me at the sensation. She was so goddamn tight, so fucking perfect, and my arms shook with anticipation.

  Lifting my head slightly and looking down at her, I saw her eyes squeezed shut with a few tears rolling down her cheeks.

  “Fuck, baby,” I choked out and kissed her tears away, my heart fucking cracking right down the middle. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” I gave her a moment to adjust to my size, but when it became too much, I had to moved. “I’m going to move, okay? Tell me to stop if you need it.”

  Slowly, I began to move, sliding all the way out and thrusting back into her. It was only after a minute or so when she finally seemed to fully relax. Little moans escaped her with every thrust, and I dropped my forehead to hers as my pace picked up. Her nails ran down my back, and I let out a groan. Her lips kissed along my jaw before mine trailed down her neck to her collarbone. Girls I’d been with before had always been quick fucks. But this? It was drawn out, slow, and the most sensual thing I’d ever experienced. My whole body was buzzing with the feel of her wrapped around me.

  “Shit, Daisy, you feel so fucking good,” I groaned out. “I can’t last much longer.”

  “It’s okay,” she assured me and pressed her lips
to my neck. “I want to watch you.”

  I came harder than I ever have in my life with my face buried in her neck and a groan of her name escaping me. She wrapped her arms around me as I laid on top of her, catching my breath, and before I rolled off of her, I pressed a kiss to her lips and temple.

  “I’ll be right back, okay?” I murmured as I sat up and gave her thigh a squeeze.

  She nodded with a tired smile, and I headed to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I grabbed a small washcloth, ran it under some warm water, and brought it back to the bed that held Daisy. Sitting down next to her, I ran the towel between her legs, hoping she wouldn’t take note of the small amount of blood left behind.

  “How embarrassing,” she groaned and flopped her head back on the pillow.

  I brushed her hair back from her face and shook my head. “It’s not, don’t worry about it. You feel okay? Need anything?”

  “Just you,”

  My heart burst open right then and there, but I ignored the sensation in my chest as I went to toss the washcloth into a laundry hamper and pulled my boxers on. I handed her the discarded t-shirt and got back into bed as she pulled it on. Pulling her back against my chest, I kissed her shoulder while I spooned her and let out a breath.

  “You okay?”

  “I’m perfect.”

  “Yeah?” I whispered quietly as I reached over her to turn off the lamp, making the room go completely dark. “Well, I promise it’ll get better for you. The first time usually isn’t that great.”

  She turned to face me and murmured, “It was perfect, Maddox. Thank you.” She ran her hand through the hair at the side of my head. “Was it okay for you?”

  I knew she was blushing even if I couldn’t see it, and I smiled as I kissed her briefly. “Amazing, Daze. I promise you that.”

  My body was still buzzing from the sex, and I tried to close my eyes and go to sleep. I wasn’t sure when I did finally pass out, but at some point, I woke up again when I felt Daisy’s lips trailing up my neck. I turned onto my back with a small groan and slid my hand along her back, sliding it up and under her shirt. My hips lifted when she wrapped her hand around my cock.

  “Daisy,” I groaned out huskily.

  She kissed me slowly and thoroughly. My cock hardened, needing to be inside her all over again. My body slumped at the loss of hers against me when she got out of bed suddenly. When she returned she had one of my condoms, and she tore it open before sliding it over me. Straddling me, she lined me up to her slit before beginning to descend. I grabbed her hips, suddenly very awake, and stopped her advance.

  “You’re going to be sore,” I warned quietly but sounded desperate for her even to my own ears.

  “I’ll be okay.”

  She slid down over me, and I let out a groan as my eyes closed at the feel of her tight walls enveloping my cock. Her head went back with a moan of her own, and her hands slid up my bare chest. Gripping her hips, I helped set the pace before pressing a thumb to her clit. I wondered briefly if this really was the only time she rode a dick because, holy fuck, she was a goddamn champ at it. The sweet torture of her hips moving as she rode me and my thumb teasing her clit had us both coming together. Her chest hit mine as she collapsed from exhaustion, and I stroked my hand through her hair and down her back.

  “Hop up, babe,” I muttered and gave her ass a quick squeeze.

  She rolled off of me, and I got up to dump the condom before returning back to the bed. She plastered herself to my side, and I held her to me as unspoken words passed through us. I took a first, but right then, I was her second. It was selfish of me, but fuck me if I didn’t want it. My heart hurt, and my head was swimming with every thought and possibility of us. She was my best friend. Bottom line. Unfortunately, I knew the line was more than crossed, and after it all, I was afraid I’d lose her no matter what.

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  9

  I woke up alone in Maddox’s bed, my body deliciously sore, and I stared up at the ceiling as I recalled every detail of the night before. Getting up, I quietly made my way from the room, hearing low voices down in the kitchen, and slipped down the hall for the room I shared with Logan and Stella. Thankfully, Logan wasn’t in the room to harass me with questions. Stella was, however, and she was awake and dressed in jeans and a long sleeved thermal, sitting on her bed with a drawing pad and pencil.

  “Hey,” I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep. “Sleep okay?” She merely raised a brow at me, and I sighed as I dug around for clothes to change into. “Don’t ask, okay? Not that you’ll ask because you don’t actually say anything to anyone, but…” I looked at her as she stared at me, emotionlessly. “I… I did something. Last night, and I…” I bit my lip to stop the sudden emotions sweeping through me. “I made a big mistake. Not that what I did was a mistake because it wasn’t. Because I loved every minute of it. But… I shouldn’t have done anything in the first place.” I shook my head and looked up at her, startled slightly by the sympathy I saw in her eyes.

  “What is it you did?” she asked me in the softest voice I’d ever heard.

  I reigned in the fact that I actually got her to speak to me and how excited I was for the breakthrough and sighed. Sitting down on the edge of the pull-out couch, I mumbled, “I might as well just tell you. I have to tell someone. Logan will blab, and at least you won’t say anything to anyone on account of the no speaking thing.” She actually cracked a small smile at that. “But I… You know Maddox, right?” She nodded. “Well, you see, I’ve known him since we were babies. Literally, babies. My first friend ever and sometimes my only friend. And I may or may not have had a crush on him since forever, too, but I always buried it deep because he never felt the same. Or at least he never seemed to.”

  And then I spilled everything. I told her about Logan’s ridiculous idea that I get a fuck buddy, and how I had this dumb idea that I could be in control of my sexual encounters. I told her that Maddox actually agreed to it, and that he was my first everything as of last night. I told her about how we did it not once but twice, and how my heart ached at the idea that that meant something. At the end, when I felt parallel tears slip down my cheeks, I ducked my head down so she didn’t see.

  “Are you in love with him?” Stella whispered after a moment.

  I bit my lip. “Probably.” I shook my head and sighed. “I mean, yes. I know I am. I always have been. And now after everything we’ve done, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to bury it like I used to.”

  I met Stella’s eyes, watched her nibble her lip in thought before she finally said quietly, “You shouldn’t be forced to taper down your feelings because it might make him or others uncomfortable. You’ve already crossed the line of friendship. I’m sorry, but I don’t think there’s any going back. Might as well go all in at this point.”

  I marveled at the words she spoke, how beautiful she sounded with a slight accent I couldn’t place. Pulling my attention together, though, I nodded. I understood, and she was right. I’d already ruined the friendship we used to have by even suggesting we hook up. Now that we’d gone all the way, I’d never, ever be able to go back.

  “Go big or go home, right?” she whispered with a faint smile.

  I nodded. “You’re exactly right.”

  After my talk with Stella, I showered, braided my hair back, and slipped into a pair of jeggings and an oversized, army green sweater that hung off one shoulder. Sliding on a pair of Ugg boots, I headed downstairs after checking in on Stella once more. I found a bunch of football players passed out on the couch and floor in the living room, one guy opting to just pass out on the pool table. Maddox was alone in the kitchen, scrolling through his phone while sitting at the counter with a protein bar in his hand.

  “Hey,” I whispered as I approached and bit my lip, feeling nervous as hell. “How’re you?”

  He smirked as his striking eyes hit mine. “I’m alright. How’re you?” I shrugged, and his face turned serious as he looked me over. “You feel okay? Sore
or anything? Did you sleep fine?”

  “Yeah, I slept fine. And I’m a little sore, but in a good way, I guess.”

  He nodded at my words. I hated how awkward I felt around him suddenly. He seemed to hate it, too, because he got up from the high-top chair and moved into my space, his hand going to my neck.

  “You’re being weird,” he whispered with a small, forced smile. “Rule number whatever the fuck it is… Don’t be weird.”

  “Maddox, I–”

  “Hey, you’re up,” Colt’s voice rang out, interrupting my words and causing Maddox to step back from me, as he came through the front door with Logan and two boxes of donuts. “Hungry? I’d grab one before the rest of the guys get up.”

  “Talk later, okay?” Maddox murmured and gave my hand a squeeze as Logan and Colt joked around us.

  Once everyone was awake, there was talk of hitting the slopes one last time before we left the next day. All I really wanted to do was hide upstairs with Stella. The guys were suspicious of my behavior, and Logan was actually doing a good job of not revealing that I hadn’t gone to bed in the room we shared. She had to really bite her tongue when I announced I wouldn’t be going to the mountain with the rest of them.

  “What the fuck? Why not?” Dash demanded to know. “It’s our last day.”

  “I’m just not up to it. I think I’m just tired from the week,” I offered up as Logan turned her back on us all together. I knew she knew something happened last night, and it must have been killing her to keep her mouth shut. “Look, go and have fun. I’ll be fine. Stella’s here.”

  “Daisy, you have to come,” Maddox said next. “C’mon.”

  “Guys, let’s just let her rest,” Logan interjected as she turned to look at me. “She said she’s tired, and we should respect that.”

  Colt let out a breath and shrugged, looking at the guys as the rest of the football players headed out the door to the bus waiting. “Let’s just go, guys. You’ll be okay here, Daze? You’re sure?”