by Tabatha Kiss
My tongue salivates and I nearly groan for just one taste of her. I lick her inner thighs, inching in closer as her muscles grow tense with anticipation. I want it as much as she does but I don’t want it to end, either. I take it slow, painfully slow, and she pushes her fingers through my hair to rest her hand on the back of my neck.
“Joey…” she says with lust on her breath.
I peek up at her and she smiles at me. I can barely make it out in the dark but there she is, grinning with wild eyes, and I start to wonder what I did to deserve this beautiful creature in my bed tonight.
This week has already been one of the best of my life but now this? Daisy is the delicious cherry on top of this sundae…
And I plan on making this last all night long.
Chapter 4
Hunter
I settle under her knees, resting them on my shoulders as I lick my lips. She quivers on me, biting her mouth as her body reacts to every touch and kiss I give her. She needs this as badly as I do.
I close my eyes and immerse myself in her, splitting her folds with my tongue and coating it with her flavor.
She instantly moans, sighing quietly while I lap and suck on her. Her nails dig into my scalp, holding me there as she moves her hips, guiding me where she wants it.
I expect no less from her. She’s not exactly shy. Finding a girl that knows exactly what she wants and is willing to voice it is a rare find, in my experience, and that alone nearly makes me ruin my jeans.
My tongue slides along her clit and she inhales a sharp breath.
“Right there…”
I hit the same spot again, this time drawing an even deeper moan from the back of her throat.
“More, Joey.”
A little pressure here. A soft flick there. Her hips buck and her thighs tremble against my ears. I smile, letting her have what she wants. I attack her completely. Her body lurches with pleasure and I feel even more like a fucking god as she mewls loudly at my ceiling.
Then, I stop.
“Fuck,” she groans. “Don’t stop!”
I slide her knees off my shoulders and she props herself up onto her elbows.
“Joey—”
“Shh,” I whisper, leaning over her to find her lips. I kiss her hard, crushing my mouth on hers. “That would be too easy,” I tease.
She collapses back down, tightly gripping the bedspread beneath her as I lick up and down her body. I take another drink of whiskey, letting it burn down my throat as her chest heaves. Her body begs me for more and I’ll give it to her.
But first…
I stand up and reach for my belt. “Come here,” I tell her, “and open your mouth.”
Her lips curl and she does as she’s told, flipping over onto her belly and crawling to the edge of the bed. She reaches out to me and takes hold of my zipper, drawing it down to free me herself. Her nails scratch along my skin as she forces my pants and briefs down.
My cock springs out, hard and ready. I take hold of it and point it towards her thick lips with my other hand on her neck. “Open up,” I whisper.
Her hot breath glides along my shaft and I flex as her tongue touches the tip. She wraps her lips around it, and she gives me one, hard suck, tasting me as precum releases onto her buds. It vibrates around me and I groan, furrowing my brow as I gaze down at my cock taking over her pretty mouth.
“Take it, Jenny,” I tell her. “Show me how far you can take it.”
Her eyes glisten at the challenge and she raises herself up a little higher to take me in deeper. Just when I think she can’t take anymore, my tip presses even harder against her throat.
“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you, Jenny?” I ask. She moans a response, one that could go either way, but I just know she is. I let my hips sway, slowly fucking her little mouth as she sucks on me. I watch for resistance, any flinch or grunt of hesitation, but she gets into it even more.
She rolls onto her back, keeping my cock between her lips as she moves, and drapes her head over the side, widening her lips to let me fuck her throat. Her hand slides down her belly and she reaches for her clit, rubbing fast while her mouth works just as hard.
“Go ahead,” I say, squeezing those perfect tits. “Touch yourself for me.”
Her throat quivers, shaking her tongue as she licks me and I can’t help but groan. Pleasure fires throughout my body but I hold it back, eager to make her come first.
“Jenny…” I growl, “come for me. Come with my cock in your mouth.”
I pinch a hard nipple between my fingers and she twitches from the sweet pain. She grabs my hand and pulls it down her body, forcing me to lean over her and touch her myself. I feel her throbbing clit and I find that same spot again — the one that made her mewl and her back arches.
“You want me to make you come?”
She moans louder, reacting to my touch. I dig in deeper, giving her the firm rub she desires as her suction goes wild on my cock. It’s almost enough to make me shoot down her throat but I refuse to. I keep going, bucking and grinding with the bob of her head as her thighs quivers against my hand.
“Jenny…” I sigh, “fucking come for me.”
My cock slips from her mouth and she screams in ecstasy as climax attacks. She puts me back in, sucking hard and fast to keep up with her own body’s need.
I keep rubbing, feeling her entrance pulse and grow even wetter. I tease her with my fingertips, tracing slow circles around it but I have something a little bigger in mind for that tight pussy.
I take a step back, letting my cock slide from her mouth and she takes the few seconds to rest her jaw. Her chest heaves as her body settles from its climax but I won’t let her rest for very long.
I yank open the drawer of my bedside table to find the condoms stashed inside.
She watches as I rip one open, tilting her head with delight as I roll it onto my stiff shaft.
Before I can say a word, she sits near the edge of the bed and spreads her knees wide for me.
Good girl.
I step closer, admiring the glistening folds just waiting for my cock, and she claws her fingers around my shirt. I raise my arms as she pulls it over my head and tosses it aside.
Her eyes instantly fuck me, taking in my muscles and the sleeve tattoo along my left arm. “Goddamn…” she says.
I fall forward, pinning her to the bed as I kiss her hard and fast. My cock grinds against her, purposefully rubbing that sweet clit and she responds exactly the way I want her to. Moaning and squirming.
She reaches down, taking hold of me and squeezes hard as she guides the tip home. Her warmth envelopes me but I don’t thrust her yet. I let her seductive eyes beg me for it first. I wait until the desire in her eyes flashes with eager frustration. Anticipation blends with impatience.
I plunge inside, filling her completely and her jaw drops. Her eyes flicker closed and her lips curl. The release is obvious. She’s needed this for a long time.
“Look at me,” I say, pulsing my hips. “I want you to look me in the eye as I fuck you.”
Her eyes open and she locks them on mine, revealing the sinful agony within. I keep the thrusts shallow and firm, holding back on ravaging her completely in favor of tempting her first.
“My bed, my rules, Jenny,” I say. “You blink when I tell you to blink. You moan when I tell you to moan. You come when I tell you to come. Understand?”
“Yes,” she says.
I reward her with a deeper thrust, one that shakes her to the core but she keeps her eyes on me, obeying my command and that just makes my balls tighten a little more.
“Good girl,” I say. “How does that feel? Tell me.”
“It’s fucking good.”
“You’re damn right, it is.” I fuck her faster and her nails dig into my sides. I twist her hair in my fingers, drawing her head back to bite her neck. “That sweet cunt feels as good as it tastes.”
She shivers, floored by my words. “More,” she begs.
“Mo
re cock?” I ask, smiling. “Or more talk about that perfect pussy?”
“Both.”
I grind deeper and she moans in my ear, saying Joey over and over again and I almost regret not giving her my real name. Hearing that sultry voice repeating it would no doubt send me over the edge.
“I didn’t think you’d be so tight,” I groan. She laughs and opens her mouth to speak but I cut her off with a hard kiss, pulling her bottom lip between my teeth. Her voice cuts short, losing all focus as her body spasms. “You think you’re going to come, don’t you?”
She nods quickly, bouncing her head up and down, eyes still wide open.
I grip her chin to stop her. “No,” I say. “Not yet. You’re not allowed to come on this cock yet.”
Her lip trembles. “Joey…”
I see it in her eyes. I feel it on the inside. She’s on the edge, seconds away from exploding and she won’t be able to hold back. “Jenny…” I warn, playfully angling my thrust to push her along. “Don’t…”
She squeezes her eyes shut, blocking me out and she inhales a deep, hard breath. “I can’t stop…”
“Then, do it,” I smirk. “Show me how dirty you are. Show me how badly you wanted this since you first saw me.”
She exhales a gasp and I hold onto her hips as her back arches and her thighs shake. Her pussy pulses around my cock, clenching me even tighter and I almost fall to my knees.
I keep it together, watching her face as it contorts from the ecstasy.
“That’s right,” I tell her, slowly pounding her. “You’re fucking hungry for it.”
She says nothing, but she nods with a clenched jaw and closed eyes.
“Come here.”
Her eyes flit open and she looks up at me with a gentle gaze. She pushes up from her elbows and I reach down to guide her the rest of the way to my lips. The kiss is soft and slow, full of tongue and longing, building her up as her body comes back down.
“What do you want?” I ask her, my lips never leaving hers. “Tell me what you like, Jenny…”
Daisy kisses me harder, cupping my face to hold me there. Her lungs force her to breathe and she takes a long inhale before smiling wide. She slides back, letting my cock fall out of her as she turns around and moves onto her hands and knees.
“Do it slow,” she says, looking over her shoulder at me.
I smile and do as she asks, guiding my cock back inside of her from behind. Her hand moves between her thighs and she touches herself, rubbing her clit as slowly as I thrust.
“Deeper,” she whispers, clenching the bedspread with her other hand.
I push it all the way, listening for the way her moans twist with delight with each movement. I play with the angle, shifting up, down, and to the sides until she tells me to stop.
“There,” she moans. “Just like that.”
I grip her hips and bite my lip, refusing to let this end but the burning in my groin grows even more intense. The slow pace drives me crazy but I do it for her. Her body lurches with each deep thrust. Her spine trembles with each firm rub. Her blonde hair falls down her back as she cranes her neck.
It’s fucking beauty personified and I can’t keep my eyes off of her.
She bucks her hips, grinding against her hand, sending me even deeper inside. I grunt, digging my teeth into my lip and she cries out with pleasure as we move together.
Her slit tightens around me, twitching wildly as she orgasms and I follow her lead. I come with her, feeling all the strength leave my body and a dizzy rush invades my head. She falls forward as I do and I pin her to the bed as I perform a few fast thrusts deep inside to really finish myself off.
I fall onto my side, listening to the rush of breaths bursting through our mouths. Daisy slides closer and stares back at me, wiping the sweat off her face and chuckling softly to herself.
“What?” I ask her, finally catching my breath.
She reaches for the whiskey and takes a drink before offering it to me. I swallow a huge gulp of it, feeling it wave through my head as she kisses me again and forces me onto my back. With a quick bounce upward, she straddles me, nestling my spent cock between her folds and blood rushes to claim her again.
“You’re not falling asleep on me, are you?” she asks me.
I shake my head, admiring those perfect breasts in front of my face. “No way.”
“Good,” she grins.
***
I hear a gentle shift of feet along the floorboards at the edge of the bed. It’s so subtle, I almost ignore it completely until I remember that I’m not alone here.
I open my eyes, blinking fast to adjust to the natural light barely bleeding into the room from the windows, and I see Daisy sitting on my chair in the corner. She bends down to tie her shoes, unaware that I’m watching her and I take the moment to admire her in silence.
Her blonde hair sits to one side, falling elegantly over her shoulder. Her black eyeliner is a little faded from what it was several hours ago; wiped off along with the sweat on her brow. Her fingers flick fast to fasten her laces but she accidentally tugs it free, disabling the knot and she grits her teeth. She might still be a little drunk and that’s just adorable.
“Hey…” I finally say.
She glances up. “Hey.”
“You got somewhere to be?”
“Yeah.”
“Like… right this second?”
She pauses and her lips give the slightest smile. “No.”
I reach out. “Come here.”
There’s a moment of hesitation in her before she stands and walks back to the bed. I sit up as she plops down, crawling my arm around her to keep her close to me.
“Thanks for celebrating with me.”
“Thanks for the invitation.” She chuckles as my lips graze her cheek. “I bet you’re happy I showed up at the last minute.”
“Oh, you have no idea,” I say. “I was this close to asking that old guy to come home with me instead.”
She laughs hard and I study her face, watching as her nose curls up and those cheekbones poke out. Maybe I’m still a little drunk myself but I can’t get over how stunningly gorgeous this girl is in every single way.
“Well, I’m happy to have been useful for once,” she says, her voice falling.
Her face follows and she looks to the floor, casting shadows over her eyes and I remember what drove her to that bar in the first place.
I nudge her chin back up and give her a kiss, letting it last for as long as she needs it to. Skipping to the end doesn’t necessarily mean we have to rush this.
She pulls away and smiles. “Thanks, bar guy.”
I grin. “Let me give you a ride home.”
“No, don’t get up,” she says. “It’s not far. I’ll be all right.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.” She leans back in and plants a sweet kiss on my cheek before standing up. “Good luck. With your bigger, better things.”
I smile. “You, too.”
“Bye, Joey.”
“Bye, Jenny.”
She turns away and walks out. I listen to the sound of her shoes clacking against the floor, mapping her movement as she heads straight for the door.
A few seconds later and she’s gone.
My mind rattles with a sudden rush of adrenaline. It’s an odd feeling; one I’ve never quite experienced before and I’ve brought a lot of girls home with me from that bar.
Maybe it’s because she’s the last one; the last one-night stand in Hartford before the next chapter of my life begins. The end of an era.
I take a breath, letting it all sink in and a smile stretches across my face.
6 WEEKS
Chapter 5
Daisy
“I miss John.”
I roll my eyes. I can’t help it. It’s all Rose has talked about for over a month. John this. John that. Yes, I know halfback is incredible. Yes, the diamond is very pretty.
Yes, your life in infinitely better than mine.
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“Daisy?”
I look up from our place in line outside the baseball stadium. “Hmm?”
“What’s up? You seem quiet.”
“No, just people-watching,” I claim.
She glances around. “Yeah, isn’t this a little packed for a minor league game?”
I nod. “Yep.”
“What’s got them so excited?”
“No idea,” I answer. “I don’t follow the minors too closely. I’m a major league kind of girl.”
“Then, why are we here?” she asks.
Because you wouldn’t shut up about your wedding this morning and I needed a good distraction.
“Thought it’d be fun,” I say instead. “Baseball is baseball. And where there’s baseball, there’s big, ripped dudes just waiting to invade our dugouts. And chili dogs.”
“Gross.”
A wave hits my stomach. “Yeah, you’re right. Thinking about chili dogs makes me a little nauseous. No chili dogs. Just hot second basemen and our dugouts.”
“My dugout is taken, thank you.”
I sigh. “Or you could pretend to have fun for an afternoon. That might be interesting.”
Rose pauses and glares at me over her glasses. “Well, okay then…”
I look away and keep my head down until we reach the doors. We travel the length of the place, maneuvering through the thick crowd to find our seats at the far edge of the diamond. Usually, I’d prefer something a little closer to home plate but the last minute nature of this whole outing made that impossible. Those seats were claimed hours ago. I glance around, catching sight of homemade signs littered around the stadium; girls chanting and swooning over a guy called Home Run Hunter.
“Who is Home Run Hunter?” Rose asks.
I nod, recalling the legend. “Oh, that’s the new guy this season on the away team,” I answer. “He managed to hit four home runs in his first game and three in every game since. It’s pretty impressive, actually.”
