by Ema Bancroft
"Mmmmmm.... " He lowered his head, grabbing a chest in his mouth and dropping it with a heavy slap. "We have hours till then."
I twisted myself against him. "What did you have in mind?"
He looked at me, circling around my nipple, and then moving it with his tongue. "A lot of things... but they all involve being naked for a long time..." flick "... long... long..." flick "... time. "He put it back in his mouth, making me rise in gratitude."
"Naked"? I whimpered, wrapping a leg around his hip as he began to grind against me. "Naked is good."
He chuckled, sniggering, reaching up to the nightstand for a condom, and wasted no time putting it on.
"Naked is very good,"he accepted, coming in with a lament.
Oh yes. Of course I'm right.
E. C.
Finally having time to be alone with Daisy... spending hours in bed together... it was fucking amazing. I put the "don't disturb" sign on the door, ignored my phone and we stayed.
Well, we had a lot of sex, too, but we also dated.
Her father's morning phone call frightened her, which was understandable, but there was nothing we could do about it. The fact is, we were on this crazy train for a long time that stayed on the tracks... too late to go back now... it can't stop the rain...?
When did I start thinking about song lyrics? And that was the last fucking air supply?
I shuddered.
Anyway, I distracted her from her problems... twice... then I ordered room service while she was jumping in the shower. I was really tempted to go after her, but I didn't want to seem clingy and overbearing.
I just wanted to be with her... all the time.
I know that. Pathetic.
I had figured out how I was gonna tell her I loved her. He wasn't usually a romantic guy, but after hours of research (mainly Googling's "romantic gestures") and a conversation with Mabel (scored by loud screams and lots of jumps up and down), he had decided he was going to do it in Seattle. I thought it would have been great for Jimi Hendrix's guitar in the Experience Music Project, but Mabel looked at me like she let me grow a third head.
Anything at all.
Mabel gave me three options: on a sunset ferry... on top of Space Needle at sunset... or in Kerry Park, overlooking the city... at sunset...
Apparently, sunset was a key ingredient.
She said it was important not to turn it into a big production: no scavenger hunts, no fancy dinners, no writing in the sky, nothing like that. Daisy would like it to be simple and natural.
So, I had to act totally naturally, when I was actually tied in knots over the whole damn thing.
I knew it shouldn't be this bad, but I've never told a girl. And I had waited so long, missed so many opportunities that it had become a big problem.
I was a faggot.
Still, Mabel called me sweet, and she lulled and squealed a little more and told me she was doing the right thing by making it special. So I was hoping you were right and I wasn't going to make a fool of myself.
However, Seattle was still a week away from Seattle, and at the time, Daisy was naked and wet in my shower.
Maybe sticky and authoritative wasn't so bad?
I was two steps away from the bathroom door when a knock alerted me that room service had arrived. With a low sigh and a small, deflated Henry, I slipped into a bathrobe and pushed Daisy's scrapped lingerie under the bed before I let the server in. At his credit, he didn't even look up from the cart as he rolled it into the suite and placed the silver plates and cutlery on the small dining room table. I gave him a generous tip, hoping he'd keep his mouth shut.
You never knew for sure, of course, but I thought a fifty wouldn't hurt.
Daisy came out of the bathroom, her hair wet and her boobs blessed without restraint under her Rolling Stones t-shirt.
Someday, when this was all over, I was gonna burn the damn Hartmann bandage.
I approached her to get close to me, but the grunt in her stomach said she had other things on her head... or at least her stomach did...
I laughed. "I guess this time I'm losing out to Eggs Benedict."
She tiptoed up to kiss me quickly. "No," she said with a smile,"but a girl needs to keep her energy up."
"Mmmm..." I muttered, pulling her for another kiss. "Yeah, you definitely need your energy."
She blushed, and we had breakfast sitting next to each other and smiling like a couple of high school students in love when our eyes met.
So incredibly fucking sentimental... but I wouldn't have it any other way.
We ended up lying on the couch watching pay-per-view movies. Not... not porn... Not that I haven't suggested it as a joke. Okay, maybe not entirely as a joke. I was curious about Star Trek: The Next Penetration, but who wouldn't be, right? ) Instead, we saw the Bourne trilogy. Well, we saw it between the kissing and talking nonsense sessions, like our favorite teachers in elementary school... and our most embarrassing moments?
"Did your mom really find out about you? " Daisy asked, laughing hysterically. I tried to get angry, but the moment she was on top of me, and the giggling made me feel nice vibrations all over my body.
"Yes,"I said, rubbing my hands up and down her back slowly. "She tried to act like she didn't know what I was doing... but I saw her putting the pieces together. I mean, I was in bed at mid-afternoon... with a bottle of lotion on the nightstand... and a Playboy open in the middle of the page."?"
Why didn't you lock the door? "She laughed, and even my shame did not diminish the fact that she looked so fucking beautiful... all smiling and radiant."
"I thought I did. " I shrugged my shoulders. "I guess I was in a bit of a hurry."
"Huh,"she said with a sarcastic smile. "That's not like you."
"Hey! " I squeezed her sides, making her scream. "I am an extremely patient person."
She raised an eyebrow, no doubt. "Yes, of course."
I matched her expression. We're lying here watching TV, aren't we? "I said with reproach. "I haven't thrown you over my shoulder and dragged you into the bedroom by..." I checked my watch. "... about three hours now"?
Daisy snorted. "It must be some kind of record."
"I didn't hear you complain."
"I'm just saying you're a man,"she said, a mocking glimmer in her eyes.
"Men are not known for moderation when it comes to sex."
"That sounds like a challenge."
"Maybe it is."
My eyes narrowed. "Okay…how's this? I watched TV. Jason Bourne had just visited the Brecker Hotel in Berlin and recovered the memory that he killed a Russian politician and his wife, making it look like suicide.
"We're about three-quarters of the way through The Bourne Supremacy. I bet I can lie here through the rest of this movie and the whole Bourne Ultimatum, just watching the movies. No funny business."
Daisy leaned on her elbows, looking at me with suspicion. "Define" funny business."
I considered it. "Nothing but kissing... or touching clothes"?
"Interesting. " She bit her lip, reflecting. "Stakes"?
"If I win..." "I smiled when the prize came to mind,"... you have to make a sexy, private striptease mockery of me."?
Daisy blushed, but she didn't back down. "What if I win?"
"What do you want?"
She thought for a minute. "If I win, you have to put your Ginger Spice on one of this week's shows."
Gimmi. "Daisy!"
"Just what I thought,"she said, bragging, walking away from me. "You don't have much confidence in yourself, do you?"
I threw it back down again. "Okay…okay. It's a deal,"Groan."
Daisy smiled with satisfaction and settled down to watch Bourne run through the streets of Berlin. It twisted a little over me, and little Henry began to arouse interest.
This could be harder than I expected.
Daisy moved again, and I knew she was doing it on purpose. I grabbed her hips to keep her still. "That's not fair,"I growled.
She lea
ned her chin on my chest. "There was nothing in the rules about what I can do,"she said.
Shit. A loophole?
Daisy crushed my hips again, looking at me carefully. "After all, it would not be a true test of moderation if there were no temptation. " She lowered her mouth toward my chest, gently using her lips to rip my nipple through my shirt.
I fought not to complain. "You're a mean, mean, mean woman,"I managed to pull her teeth out.
"Are you ready to surrender now?
"she challenged, her fingers falling under the hem of my shirt.
I grabbed her hands, then I moved to make her slip away halfway, her body stuck between me and the back of the couch. "No. " By the way, I turned to television, holding her hands on one of mine against my chest.
I wasn't gonna make it easy for her.
She sniffed, resting her head on my shoulder for a moment like Jason Bourne... something. To be honest, I had a hard time concentrating.
Even more so when Daisy slipped her hand off mine and began to caress my stomach.
Even more so when her hand plunged even lower, marking the skin above my waist, where my shirt had ridden.
And even more so when her fingers moved across the front of my jeans, gently rubbing my dick through the fabric. I could have stopped her. I should have stopped her.
But let's face it. I just didn't want to do it. When a girl starts rubbing your dick, you don't think much more than:"Oh God, never stop doing that".
I could handle it. I could enjoy your attempts to break me and not... break. Right?
Right.
Yeah. Are you sure you could?
That's no problem.
Then she opened the button above my jeans and I began to doubt myself.
Daisy seemed to feel my discomfort - or perhaps she listened to my tattered breath - because I could see her smile from the corner of my eye as I slowly opened the rest of the buttons. I tried to ignore what she was doing - focusing on what Jason fucking Bourne was doing at the time. But let's face it. I was fully aware of what I was doing.
Especially when she moved from my side and lowered her face to my dick, caressing it over my underwear through the hole in my jeans.
A low lament escaped before I realized what was going on, and Daisy laughed, the vibrations doing incredible things to Little Henry. She pulled at the waist of my underwear, releasing my cock, and when she slowly licked it from base to tip, all the thoughts of Bourne and Ginger Spice and gambling and betting and well, anything but her mouth and my cock, flew straight out of my head.
I was putty in her hands. Well, harder than putty, but you can think of it.
She waved her tongue mockingly along my length, and my fingers made their way through her hair as she grabbed hold of my jeans, pulling them a little lower to give her better access. I lifted my hips, and she rewarded my help by sucking my dick deep into her mouth as she rolled my balls in one hand gently.
"Fuck! " I groaned hard, unable to contain myself. Daisy gave me an answer moan and I knew that if I kept doing what I was doing, it would all be over in a matter of minutes.
And I didn't care at all.
So, Daisy froze... and in my stunning state, it took me a moment to realize that it was from a loud knock at the door?
"E. C.! " Ethan knocked through the door. "Dude, open up!"
Daisy looked at me in amazement, and for a moment I was distracted by the sight that she looked at me from between my legs, my dick still touching her wet lips.
"Go away,"I yelled at him. "Don't you see the" don't disturb "sign, asshole? I' m... I'm trying to sleep!"?
Daisy raised an eyebrow, then smiled mischievously, lowering her mouth toward my cock again, and making it deep.
"Shit,"I muttered, trying to keep my voice down. Daisy stared at me while I kept doing what I was doing... up... down... around and around... wet and hot and fucking awesome...
"Friend! " Ethan screamed again. "Why are you sleeping? It's almost noon!"
Because I'm fucking tired! "I screamed at him, my voice creaking as Daisy plunged in and licked my balls. They squeezed while she put them in her mouth, wrapping them around her tongue... the pleasure began to shudder in my gut...?
Fucking Ethan wouldn't be deterred. "Well, I'm heading to the restaurant to meet the others,"he shouted. "Are you coming?"
Coming? Yeah. I was going to come.
Daisy wrapped my hand around my cock and lowered her mouth again, taking her rhythm and bringing me ever closer to that peak.
"Elijah?
She pressed the floor from her tongue to the crack in the tip of my dick, and then sucked it deep... so deep?
Oh shit.
"Elijah? Ethan repeated. "Do you want to come?
And I did... grabbing a cushion from the couch and pressing it over my mouth to silence my almost screams of pleasure, I convulsed against Daisy's mouth while she held a constant suction, draining every drop of my climax?
When I was finally able to breathe again, I realized that Daisy was crawling through my body before she placed her chin on my chest, a satisfied smile on her face.
And Ethan kept yelling out the door.
"Go away, Ethan! " I screamed.
"Sheesh! Okay! " he snarled backwards. "Have you seen B? Maybe he wants to eat?"
Daisy squeezed one hand against her mouth to suppress her laughter. I couldn't help but smile.
"No,"I replied. "I think B has already eaten. " Daisy hit me playfully, with her eyes wide open.
"Good,"Ethan finally said. "Maybe I'll call him to check it out."
Daisy relaxed in my chest, but suddenly she stiffened, and then walked away from me, a look of panic on her face.
"What's going on? " I whispered.
Then I heard it. I'm too sexy for my shirt on the other side of the room. Ethan's ringtone. Her head snapping to one side, Daisy practically dug herself into her purse, digging her up for the phone and pressing it against her stomach to muffle the sounds. I went back into my pants and followed her, both of us getting scared... but quietly, of course.
"Should I answer? " Mouth.
I shrugged, and she turned her eyes to my lack of help. I could hear Ethan buzzing through the door and wondered if he noticed that he was humming along with his ringing tone.
Finally, Daisy took a deep breath and lifted the phone to her ear, covering her mouth and mouthpiece with her hand as she spoke in a low voice.
"Hello?"
I heard Ethan answer from the other side of the door. "Mini B! Let's go get something to eat, shall we?"
"Um…no…that's okay. I'm not hungry."
"Are you all right? You sound a little weird,"Ethan said. "Where are you, anyway? I stopped by your room, but you weren't there."
"She stared at me and I pointed wildly at the bathroom door. "I'm in the bathroom!
"She smiled at me with a smile, and we all ran into each other silently.
"In your room? " Ethan asked. "I can wait, if you want."
"No! " Daisy exclaimed, a little too high. I silenced her, and she shuddered.
"No, it's okay... I'm not in my room,"she said, covering her mouth again and lowering her voice. "I' m... in the lobby"?
"Did you go to the lobby to go to the bathroom?"
Daisy made me laugh. "No... of course not. That would be stupid, wouldn't it? Go to the lobby to go to the bathroom?"
"Ethan was obviously having difficulty keeping up with the times. I couldn't blame him. I was, too.
Actually, Daisy, too. Panic erupted on her face as she babbled:"I mean, I have a perfectly good bathroom in my room... why go down, right? "She laughed. "No... I was at the restaurant... eating... and I went to the bathroom... for... you know, going to the bathroom..."?
I stared at her in a "What the fuck? " If you have a better idea, I'm ready to hear it, asshole.
"So, are you at the restaurant? " I heard Ethan finally say, his voice disappearing as he walked down the aisle. "Great, I'll see you there!"
> Daisy's head fell in defeat. "Okay…see you! "she said, forcing a note of joy into her words before hanging up.
"All right,"she said, digging through her purse to get her penis and Hartmann's bandage. "Change of plans. I guess I'm going to have lunch.
"If you go up the stairs, you'll come out through the bathrooms,"I said. "Ethan will never know the difference."
"Help me with this,"she ordered, giving me the blindfold as she put her shirt on her head. "I don't have much time."
I stared at the elastic cloth on my hand. I'd taken it off so many times, but I'd never wear it again. And Daisy's tits were exposed, distracting me.
"Elijah! " She let go of it. "Concentrate!"
"I wrapped a length of bandage around her, overlapping the ends.
"Do it right,"she said, coming out of her jeans and pulling her dick. "I don't need to drop it."
It was pretty hard to wrap it around her while she was fixing her men's parts and pulling her jeans, but together we got Daisy to be imitated again, and out the door in record time.
She looked down the hall, bent down to kiss me once.
"And for the record, I won that bet,"she said with a smile before running down the hallway to the stairwell door.
With a strong sigh, I returned to my room, collapsing on the sofa as The Bourne Ultimatum's initial credits blinked across the screen.
Yeah. She won. It stuck a little on my back. I didn't feel like wearing that damn dress again.
But as I watched Jason Bourne elude the Moscow police, a slow smile spread across my face.
It was worth it.
Daisy
By the time I walked down the stairs and entered the hallway next to the hallway bathrooms, he was already red-faced and gasping for air. I crouched behind a dark corner, trying to slow down my racing heart rate, and finally I went into the men's room, keeping my eyes fixed on the toilets - and away from the big man who was urinating in the urinal.
The urinals were so disgusting. It's like pissing in a sink. And who knew what kind of germs were splattered in the air every time they flushed?
I shuddered, splashing some water on my face and drying myself with a bunch of paper towels. Breathing deeply, I went out into the hallway and into the restaurant to find Ethan.
It wasn't exactly how I expected to spend the next hour. After the little game with Elijah on the couch, I was hoping for a little revenge, to be honest. Maybe it was selfish of me, but I didn't get tired of him. As much as I mocked him for not having control, the fact is that I was as bad as he was.
