Use Somebody: Plantain Series Book Four

by Amelia Oliver

  “Why would you do that?” he asks, pulling the cups of my bra back over my breasts.

  We’re in his car and I’m straddling his hips as we sit in the driver’s seat.

  “Because I like it,” I reply.

  “But, why?” His horrified eyes look up at me like I just scarred him for life.

  “Because, when you suck on them, now it will make me come like a fountain.”

  I drop my voice and lick the seam of his lips.

  “Daisy,” he says while turning his face away and pushing my shoulders back.

  I sit up and sigh. “Sorry,” I huff, crossing my arms over my mid-section.

  Every time I try to talk dirty, he seems repulsed. This just isn’t working for me.

  “I just...I don’t get it, but it’s your body,” he tells me.

  I reach for my shirt and attempt to put it on.

  “No, it’s your birthday, I thought-”

  He stops, I had told him I wanted to have sex tonight for my present. But I thought maybe when he’d seen my piercings, it would unleash the beast in him or something. But he wasn’t even hard between my legs, his hands slipped down to my ass as he pulled me closer.

  “Come on, don’t be mad.”

  “I’m not, but…if we have sex, I think I will like things you won’t, like you’ll think I’m weird if I ask for stuff.”

  “I don’t think you’re weird, why would you think that?” he asks defensively.

  “When I ask you to be rougher with me, you clam up.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you-”

  “Maybe I want you to hurt me!” I reply, my voice loud in the car. “I mean, I don’t know what I like, I want to try things…I just don’t think you will.”

  We both sit there in silence, and I want to just go home. His hands rub my arms.

  “Let’s just start off slow,” he suggests.

  When I don’t reply, or even look at him, he leans closer. He gently kisses me, when I don’t respond to that, the tip of his tongue traces along the seam of my lips. I’m trying to get out of my head, trying to not imagine Wyatt demanding I open my mouth for him. But the thought of Wyatt causes my lips to part, and in sneaks Blake’s tongue.

  “Come on, don’t be mad, I’ll make you feel better,” he tells me.

  We had sex in the backseat of his Porsche, missionary, un-orgasmic sex. He orgasmed, coming two seconds after pushing inside me enough to break my hymen. I almost got off on that feeling, the pinch of hurt, but didn’t because it wasn’t enough. I knew after that night, Blake and I weren’t going to work. Something snapped inside me, Wyatt had awakened some ravenous sex panther hidden deep down. I went from wearing athletic gear as everyday attire, to actually buying lacey bras and cute underwear. I took more notice of men checking me out, and I constantly wondered and thought about sex. I was shy before Wyatt, unsure and timid, now I feel like some drug addict searching to feel that high that Wyatt had given me. Even though Blake promised me he’d try things I wanted, I’m not about to force someone to give me something they aren’t into.

  The next day Irys offers to take me out for my birthday to a club in Bannister called the Pink Lagoon. I start my day at the salon where our family friend Katie bleaches my roots, even though I’m blonde naturally, I love the way the stark paleness looks with my tan skin and dark eyes. Then onto my nail appointment for a mani and pedi, where I opt for blood red as my color. I have an awesome dress I bought for my birthday, skin tight black lace that covers my arms and half my neck, but is completely open in the back and the skirt ends just below the apex of my thighs. The club we’re going to is alternative and I love going there. The crowd that gravitates to it is more the style I’m finding I like, people in leather, cat ear headbands, snake eye contacts, you know the crowd. Irys only goes there because of me, and so it’s nice she offered to take me.

  After one more errand back to the piercing studio, I head back home. No one’s home yet, my brother and sister are both at summer sports camps for the day, while my parents are still at work. Clipping my hair up, I jump into the shower, taking extra care to wash my new piercings delicately. The piercer told me to clean them a few times a day with gentle soap and lay off of touching them too much. Even though they’re all a bit sore, the awareness they bring is constantly making me horny. Especially the clit piercing, which is the one I got today on my own. Irys came with me to get my nipples done, but this I want to keep a secret. She already doesn’t understand the nipples, and I’m not sure how to explain the nether regions adornment since she also still thinks I have zero sexual experience.

  After my shower, I turn on my surround sound and listen to Bombay Bicycle Club. My dad hooked up speakers to run through all the rooms in the loft so I can hear my music no matter where I am, including the bathroom. Microwaving some pizza rolls, I eat while applying my makeup. Because my hair color’s light and my dress dark, I do a black smoky eye paired with red lipstick to match my nails. When it comes time to get dressed, I debated on my undergarment choices. The non-existent back makes it clear I can’t wear a bra, and thankfully the nude lining inside the dress doesn’t snag the hoops on my breasts. I almost consider no panties, but then figure what’s the point, I’m not going home with anyone tonight. So I grab a black lace G-string and slip it into place. I check myself out in the mirror, making sure it’s not so obvious I’m not wearing a bra. My tits are full and high anyway, so it doesn’t matter, my body’s become less muscular without volleyball. I’ve been doing more yoga with my mom and now I’m more toned and sleek, but my ass is still plump with muscle. I look sexy and can’t believe how good I look with the end result. Lacing up my black combat boots and grabbing my black clutch, I take my keys and head for the door. It’s after ten now, and I know my whole family’s probably in the house. I debate on going over and telling them I’m going out, but decide to just text my mom instead. Reaching into my clutch to retrieve my phone, it begins ringing at the same instant.

  “Don’t tell me you’re not coming, I’m already walking out the door,” I tell Irys.

  “No, just running late, family thing, mind if we just meet there?” she asks since I’m supposed to be picking her up.

  “Yeah, okay, you better come Irys.”

  “I will, I will, I’ll only be like an hour, drive safe.”

  Sending my mom a text, I then made my way down the long set of stairs on the outside of the loft and to my truck. I drive a fully restored sixties something truck my dad gave me on my sixteenth birthday. The drive to Bannister isn’t long, and there’s already a line to get into the club when I arrive, pulling into the parking lot. I can already hear the muffled music from inside as I cut the engine, I flip down the sun visor to check my lipstick one more time in the mirror before heading in. The club’s over twenty-one, but Irys and I both have fake I.D.’s. The birth month and day are the same, but now I’m twenty-two. I walk to the front of the line, and the bouncer Spike nods at me.

  “Happy birthday, sexy,” he smiles while giving me a one-armed hug and opening the door for me with his free hand.

  “Oh thanks,” I reply.

  Once the door closes behind me, and the light from the street lights are gone, it takes my eyes a second to adjust to the darkness. Red lights bathe the hallway as I walk down to the booth where Kat sits to hand her my entrance fee.

  “Hey birthday girl, you get in for free tonight,” she greets me as she stamps my hand. “Where’s Irys?” she asks, her black lipstick framing her perfect white teeth, as her neon green dreadlocks glow under the lights.

  “She’s coming later,” I tell her.

  The music’s so loud at first I wonder if she can even hear me, but she nods at me just the same. The entire interior of the club’s black, from the walls to the floor and tables, aside from the chrome stools and seats. White lights flash on the dance floor while the lights surrounding the sitting areas and booths are red and purple. Depeche Mode’s “Stripped,” morphs into “Bela Lugosi’s Dead” by
Bauhaus, as I make my way further inside. Heading over to the packed bar, I slide between a guy who’s dressed in Rude Boy attire and woman with miniature white feather angel wings.

  “Hey!” Courtney, one of the bartenders, says to me from down the bar.

  “Free drinks tonight,” I look over to see Cody, the other bartender in front of me say.

  “Oh yeah?” I ask with a smile.

  “Yup, all night.” He winks and sets a short class down, making a vodka and cranberry before me.

  “How’s the birthday week going so far?” he asks.

  “Good,” I nod, taking the drink and mixing it with the two small black cocktail straws.

  “Catch you later,” he tells me and not so covertly scans his eyes down my body.

  Other customers shout out orders and I move aside to make room for them. I glance toward the door to a group of people coming in, but no Irys.

  “Daisy!” I hear from toward the dance floor and turn to see Josh approaching.

  Josh is a guy I know from art courses at the community college. He’s in advertising or something and takes classes to relax. He’s handsome, but I’m pretty sure he’s gay. He takes my hand and pulls me close, his face pressing into the side of mine.

  “Lookin’ hot girl,” he says and I smile in response then take a sip of my drink.

  “I got a table, come on.”

  He leads me to a four-person high-top table between the bar and the dance floor, a small tea candle glowing in a clear holder in the center of it. I set my drink down and position myself to be able to see the door. The club’s packed, the dance floor full, and the music louder from here. Josh and I stand at the table, not really talking since it’s useless in the fact you can’t hear shit. When The Smith’s “There is A Light That Never Goes out” comes on, I begin to move my hips a little. Josh and I like most of the same bands from this genre. We’re moderate Smiths fans but would rather sing along than dance to them. After another drink and deciding that Irys standing me up, I can’t resist dancing anymore. When Siouxsie and the Banshees “Kiss Them For Me” comes on, both Josh and I make our way to the floor. My body moves to the beat as we dance apart for a bit, then Josh presses against my back and we move together. The lights are flashing and bodies are bumping into us like a dance orgy. I look over at the table and see who I think is Irys standing there, but she can wait for me. Josh’s hands run all over my sides and hips, people watch us and I wonder what their thinking, wondering if we look hot together.

  The song ends and Josh remains on the floor but I decide to go see if the shadowed figure is indeed Irys. Sure enough, it is, she looks cute in a purple skin tight short dress and black heels. She’s looking down at her phone texting when I walk up, then squeals and hugs me, grabbing a drink on the table and offering it to me.

  “Here, happy birthday!” she says over the music.

  I take a large gulp, overheated from dancing and now needing to pee. Irys goes back to her phone and I announce that I’m going to the bathroom as I grab my clutch. She nods and I make my way through the crowd to the small ladies’ room in a hallway just off the back of the bar. Luckily there’s no line and I slip in, doing my business then stopping to wash my hands and reapply my lipstick in front of the mirror shaped like a heart. For whatever reason, Wyatt pops into my head. He never replied to my texts or messages the day he left for Montana, but a little piece of my bitch heart hoped he’d at least send me a happy birthday text. He’s only been gone a few weeks, but it seems a lifetime since he touched me. Since our encounter in his room, my fantasies have turned into Wyatt making good on his promise and trying a relationship with me after turning eighteen. How if instead of Blake, Wyatt made my first time one of dark desires and orgasms, the filthiest sex. But fuck him, and fuck you, heart. I’m still tucking my lipstick into my clutch as I walk out and run right into a large body, my head shooting up to see Wyatt.

  “What are you wearing?” he growls.

  At the same moment, I gasp, “What the fuck?”

  2

  DAISY

  Yes, it’s him, I’m not that buzzed. My back pushes against the wall, as his hand wraps around my bicep and leads me further down the hall and toward the emergency exit. The hallway’s bathed in dark purple lights, but I can still see his perfect stupid face just fine.

  “Let go,” I growl and try to pull my arm away.

  “That your boyfriend out there?” he asks.

  “Oh fuck you,” I spit out, my brows pinching together.

  “Is it?” he repeats.

  “Yes, that’s my boyfriend,” I reply snottily.

  He narrows his eyes at my response.

  “No, but why the fuck do you care-”

  “You let any guy touch you like that, practically fucking you on the dance floor?”

  “Let go,” I repeat, “and don’t fucking talk to me like that.”

  I don’t want to acknowledge that his firm grasp on me is making me soften, drenching my panties, and causing my fresh piercings to sting as my nipples harden. I think about him watching me dancing with Josh, wondering what he thought about seeing me. Obviously, he didn’t enjoy it since he blitzkrieg-d me and now looks like a ravenous animal. Again, I pull my arm but can’t get out of his grip.

  “What are you doing?” he asks, and I know he means more than just fighting him.

  “Trying to celebrate my birthday you asshole, why are you even here?”

  “I couldn’t stay away,” he says through gritted teeth.

  “What does that even mean?” I huff.

  His eyes scan me, from the top of my head to my chest, his eyes pausing there for a long moment before looking up at my lips. His free hand comes to my neck, his thumb running over my lower lip aggressively, and I feel the action in my belly.

  “You’ve had sex,” he pants, resting his finger on my lip. “I can tell,” letting go of my arm.

  I glance around, there are a few people entering and exiting the bathrooms, but they can’t see well enough down here to pay attention to us. His hand flexes against my hip before slipping to my bare thigh, my breath stammers out against his face. He leans closer, like he’s going to kiss me, but pauses. The hair on his face is longer than when I last saw him, his body more muscular, but of course it all makes him hotter than ever. I’m about to push away, to go back out to the club and enjoy my time here. But he has some power over me, his body, his eyes, the way he can control me and light me up with one touch. The hard press of his cock nudges into my hip, and I lick my lips wanting to taste the metal there. The fingers on my thigh run back and forth along the hem of my dress, before slipping underneath and allowing his palm to cup me as he says, “He make this tight cunt come-”

  His words halt, his eyes widening when he feels the metal on my clit. His lips part and his breathing increases as his pupils dilate.

  “Why did you do this?” he asks, his eyes looking back and forth between mine. “You pierce these too?” he demands, looking down at my chest.

  I don’t say anything, just blink and lick my lips. I don’t want to tell him why I decided to do it, to tell him he still has such a hold on me.

  “You did it because no one could give you what I gave you. Did it feel good when they clamped you, when the needle slid through your skin?” he stops and leans in closer, his breath lashing across my lips as his eyes bore into mine. “Did it make you wet?”

  “Yes,” I breathe without hesitation.

  His thumb slips between my lips and I look up at him through my lashes, his jaw is clenched and flexing as he tells me, “Open.”

  I feel like I can come at those words, and despite all the fight I want to put up, I can’t help but do what he says. The skin of his finger is rough against my tongue, tasting salty and feeling large in my mouth. I suck on his thumb, curling my red painted lips around it and watch him. I then open my mouth, reaching my tongue down to his palm and licking up. What I didn’t get from my mom in the boob department, I inherited in tongue fro
m my dad. But gross, I don’t want to think about either of them right now. I should stop this anyhow, leave him hanging with blue balls. But then, with his hand still cupping between my legs, his thumb runs over my piercing causing me to inhale sharply.

  “You just get this?” he asks, pulling his thumb out enough for me to answer.

  “Today.”

  He licks his lips, moving his thumb back inside my warm mouth and further back along my tongue.

  “I won’t touch you there then,” he pants.

  In one swift move, he turns me around and drops my clutch from my hand, his hands on my hips pull my ass back toward him. I’m confused at first, but then he positions both my hands on the wall above me, his feet sliding mine apart to widen my stance and spread my legs. I turn my head and face the bathrooms once more, hoping no one can see us because I’m so excited I might kill someone if they tried to interrupt us. Rough fingers yank the skirt of my dress up and over my ass.

  “Fuck,” he mumbles, using both hands to palm the firm flesh. He grips me hard and spreads me open, exposing the line of my G-string. He pulls the material aside, and over one of my cheeks. His thumb rubs hard over my asshole, massaging and I hear him growling low just below the sounds of Echo and the Bunnymen’s – “Killing Moon.” I’ve never been touched there and shit, I like it. He smacks my ass hard and my spine straightens, before arching and pushing back against him. The cool air hits the wetness between my legs, and I can only imagine how soaked I am there. His chest presses against my bare back with his lips at my ear.