He stares at me, I’ve gotten myself a little worked up during my rant and close my mouth to control my breathing.
“Okay,” he says shrugging a shoulder.
He turns away from me, pulling a white shirt on over his body and it rolls up as it gets stuck on wetness still on his back and I watch him adjust it. His other hand reaches over opening the white box on the table to reveal doughnuts, taking a sprinkled one before taking a bite.
“I brought you breakfast,” he mumbles. “Oh, and there’s cranberry juice in the fridge.”
“Cranberry juice?” I scrunch my face, not being a fan of the juice minus alcohol.
“I’m going to be a doctor remember?”
“I think I heard something about that,” I reply sarcastically since I don’t know what that means in regards to this.
“Might help with what you’re feeling,” his eyes pointedly look between my legs and I understand.
“Oh wow, sex, breakfast, and medical care…I’m such a lucky girl,” I reply.
“You sure are,” he turns to me and winks, then comes closer and says, “And don’t ever not tell me when it hurts again.”
His words have me pulling back my head to look at him, then he steps back and over to the door.
“See you later,” he says before opening the door and leaving.
*****
The next few days I don’t hear from Wyatt, but I know he’s working a lot at the garage and I wonder if he’s trying to lay low to settle things with his parents. I also needed that time to really examine what the fuck we were doing. The more time that passed, the more I was okay with what’s happening between us. It stung a little at first that there was no cuddling or conversation, but then a few hours later I was fine. Not to say it wasn’t a struggle to text him and see when he was going to be coming over again, but I resisted and patiently waited for him to contact me. I worked on some paintings and read the letter from the university about a hundred times. The more I thought about that, the more it seemed right. I reread it hoping for regret or something to come over me, but it doesn’t. Now I just needed to break the news to my parents.
Wyatt: Hey.
Me: Hi.
Wyatt: Busy tonight?
Me: Nope.
Wyatt: Be over by eleven.
Me: Okay.
It was only six when he messaged me, so I had to kill time for a while. I take a bath and put on a cotton navy blue robe that ends at the top of my knees, and eat some dinner. I doze off on the couch watching television, and awake to a soft tap at my door before it opens and closes. I sit up to see Wyatt looking around for me until he notices me there.
“Were you sleeping? I can go-”
“No, I just was taking a nap,” I reply and stand.
His baseball hats on and he’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt, simple but hot as fuck on him.
“Were you at work this late?” I ask and rub my eyes.
“No, well, I had to stop by the Chameleon Club and drop some stuff off,” he says walking closer.
“I didn’t realize you were doing the I.D.’s as a side business,” I comment.
“Just trying to make money so I won’t have to depend on my parents during the school year.”
“Don’t you get paid to work at the garage?” I question.
He gives me a look like he doesn’t want to continue this conversation, so I stop. We stand a foot apart in the living room and he reaches out a hand, running his fingertips down the fabric covering my chest.
“I like this,” he comments.
That small touch fires me up, I knew I was growing needy over the days we didn’t see each other, but I didn’t realize just how much until this moment. He then takes my hand, and we walk up to my bedroom, I sit down on the bed as he walks over to the closet, kicking off his boots before opening the door and retrieving the backpack he’d left. I actually forgot it was there, since I rarely ever need anything from my closet. He sets it down beside me and unzips it. The metallic glint of a strip of condoms catches my eyes, but he retrieves a smallish package from beneath them. Turning it to show me, I see the words ‘butt plug’ written on the top. I’ve never seen one, but I’ve heard of them, and know what they’re used for. It’s tapered from the tip to the base, the end is probably half an inch to where it gets larger at maybe two inches. At the very end, there’s a flat piece used as a handle I presume. He hands it to me and I tear open the packaging, the grey colored silicone light in my hands as I examine it. Then he produces two tubes, one’s lube, the other is something called anal ease and I look at him in question.
“It’s numbing gel.”
“Oh,” I reply, looking back at the tubes.
I note the lubes are also unopened and wonder if he’s just recently purchased these. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him remove his shirt and drop it to the ground, tossing his baseball hat down on top of it, then he takes the items from my hands and sets them back into the bag, I know there’s more in there but don’t ask. Wyatt puts the bag on the floor and sits on the bed, scooting toward the headboard and lying back.
“How’s your week going?” he asks.
“Um, good,” my brain stutters at the topic change.
His thick muscular arms cross behind his head, as his eyes lock on mine. Instantly, the air between us shifts, the connection between us sparking. His arms flex, his lips parting, the thick ridge on his thigh growing more visible through his jeans.
“Come here.”
Turning and getting up on my knees while running my hands up his thighs, my palms bump over his erection with fumbling fingers. He undoes the fly of his jeans and I can see his black boxer briefs peeking through. At first, I wonder if I should pull his pants completely off, or just pull his penis out through the opening in the front. But then he lifts his hips, and I take the hint, pulling the material down his thighs. His dick springs up straight, like a blow-up toy and my hands stop. My eyes taking in all of it which I hadn’t really gotten a good look at fully before now. He’s at least ten inches, and he manscapes, the blonde hair short there. He’s thick from the base all the way to the head, and the jewelry at the tip looks like a larger gauge than last time. I take it all in, if I hadn’t already had the beast inside me, I’d be questioning if it was even possible. Wyatt just lays there, letting me take my time. Knowing him, he probably likes the look on my face, like I’m seeing a unicorn or some mythical creature. My hands reach out and just as I’m about to make contact with his hardness, the thing jumps and I pull back. Wyatt lets out a low rumble of a laugh and my eyes shoot to his.
“Sorry, I had to,” he smiles. “You just seemed so intense just then.”
“How did you do that?” I ask.
“It’s a muscle, Daisy,” he replies.
“Oh,” I sigh, looking back at his cock.
“I won’t do it again, I promise.”
Even as I reach out once more, I look between it and him. The smile leaving his face as my fingers tentatively touch, trailing along the massive vein that runs jaggedly from the base to just under the head. I assume he’d need some major blood supply to support this giant penis. My fingers caress the smooth skin, intrigued by how hard the flesh is beneath. I feel like I’ve been inspecting him and probing for hours, all while he remains still just watching me. I’m too preoccupied to look at his face, but he sighs and inhales sharply during my inquiry, which I take as a good thing. As per usual with him, my brain shuts off, and my body takes over. My hand wraps around him mid-shaft, stroking down then back up. Blake wouldn’t let me go down on him, it’s too intimate he’d say. But I’ve watched porn, and get the general idea of what I’m supposed to be doing, regardless I’m still nervous. Obviously, I want him to like this, so I forgo asking him to tell me what to do and just go for it. Leaning down, I rest my forearm at his side on the mattress, my other arm across his hip as I pump my fist. He groans as I stick my tongue out, finally licking the piercing. The tip fondles the horseshoe barbell, back and forth, side
to side. Tasting his skin and wanting more, my lips seal over the crown while my tongue continues to tease the jewelry. I continue for a bit before looking up at him. His eyes are closed tightly, his jaw clenched, muscles bulging. I thought men liked to watch when they got head? With my eyes on him, I push him deeper into my mouth. Still nothing, eyes still closed. Removing my hand, I take him all the way in until my nose is touching his groin. I have no gag reflex, as I swallow around him and pull back. Aside from his hips bucking up once, still there’s no more reaction from him. I start to feel stupid, reminding myself that who am I fooling thinking I could pretend to know what the hell I was doing?
“I guess this isn’t working,” I sigh sitting up, wiping my hand across my lips.
His eyes shoot open, concern etching his features as he moves his hands to my thighs.
“Wait, what?” he asks, sitting up.
“This isn’t good for you-” I huff.
“No, no, no,” he says quickly.
“It’s okay Wyatt, I know I won’t be good right away. But shit, I expected you to like…have some reaction to me,” I sigh.
“I’m trying to hold off coming,” he tells me, using a tone of voice like I should know that.
“Huh?” I ask, my brow furrowing.
“Why are you being so…why are you acting like this? I don’t expect anything from you Daisy, it’s just me,” he says. “You don’t have to pretend to know everything with me.”
I know the fact that I’ve known him my whole life should put me at ease, and maybe it does. But I can’t relax and let things flow naturally. I can’t stop reminding myself that I don’t know what I’m doing and I’m a perfectionist. The fact that I have to admit that I’m naïve about this, it’s killing the type A in me.
“I’m scared,” I tell him truthfully.
“About what?” his voice soft and full of concern.
I raise my head.
“I just have all these thoughts and I’m just trying to sort everything out. I know the things I want to try, but you’ve slept with a lot of women I imagine…I didn’t tell you it hurt last time because I didn’t want to complicate this, I don’t want you to get upset with me if I don’t like something, or I can’t do…things you want. Or if I’m not good at something, I want you to tell me.”
He cups my cheeks, studying me.
“What we’re going to do, I’ve never done with anyone before. Everything you’re feeling and thinking, I am too. But I know you’ll tell me if you don’t like it, or you want me to stop. I won’t be upset; just like I don’t want you to be upset if I say something isn’t working for me. That’s all sex is Daisy, communication. But this, we have to be honest with this…I know some of the things I want to try, are… maybe not conventional. But don’t think you aren’t as much in control of this as I am, this is all you. I don’t mind taking it slow, you can’t help what your body does, I didn’t not like that we didn’t fuck the other morning, we both came and that’s the whole point. As far as not being good at something, it doesn’t matter, the being with you is what feels good.”
His words make me feel like a ton of bricks has been lifted off my shoulders. I sink into him, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Okay,” I whisper as I lean up and press a soft kiss to his lips.
He pulls me onto his lap, his cock still hard between us. His hands slide up to the ties of the robe at my waist and pulls until it loosens and falls away, then his fingertips separate the fabric, pulling it down my shoulders to reveal my naked body. He chucks the material aside then lies back and positions me beside him. We give soft kisses, there’s still a nervous energy thrumming through me. Now it’s not from nerves, just from him. I love how he runs his hand up and down my side, tickling me. My back arches every time, causing me to press closer. He smiles against my lips, teasing my skin with his fingertips, enjoying my reaction. Finally, when I can’t take anymore, his hand moves higher to my breast, cupping one. Dropping his head, he runs the tip of his nose around my nipple. I sigh and close my eyes, my head tilting back. He concentrates on the everywhere other than my piercings, knowing he can’t mess with them too much just yet. Then he pulls back, sitting up and standing. My eyes widen when I see how many red scratch marks are on his back from me, and a jolt of womanly pride takes over in knowing I marked him. Reaching into the back pack to retrieve the strip of condoms, and setting it on the bedside table. His eyes scorch me as he looks at me lying there.
“Wow,” he sighs.
“What?” I ask.
“I always thought you were beautiful,” his voice low. “But with those…you’re like a goddess.”
My breath catches, his words making me feel sexy and empowered. He was the one who looks like a God, his muscles are unreal, even at rest his abs are tight and so is the rest of him. He resumes his position beside me on the bed, his cock at my thigh as his hand rests below my bellybutton. I turn to face him as he leans in to kiss me, his hand moving down as I part my legs. Then he’s stroking my inner thigh, curling around the inside of my knee, lifting my leg to rest over his hip. Then his hand returns down the path to between my legs, wetness coating his fingers as he spreads it all over me.
“I want to make sure you can take me this time.”
Pretty soon, I’m whimpering, and my back’s arching for more. We kiss hard, tongues stroking and teeth nipping as he bites my bottom lip hard, and I taste the metallic flavor of blood. Wyatt sits up, ducking his head under my leg as he swings it over top of him. Positioning my legs wide as he situates himself, lying down on his forearms between my legs.
“Grab the pillow,” he tells me.
So I reach back, curling my arms over my head to brace the pillow. I’m stretched out, skin taut over my quickly expanding rib cage. My breasts rise toward the ceiling, the change in position naturally arching my back. With eyes on his every move, I drink in his actions, his huge tan hands slide around my thighs, palming them open as his thumbs spread my lips. Then he takes a long lap up from my ass to my piercing, causing me to moan long and bite my lip. He repeats the move, then unleashes his tongue all over me, licking and sucking. My hips grind against him, my fingers white knuckling and pulling at the pillow. I can’t keep my eyes open, and when they do open, they cross and roll, shit this feels amazing. I’ve never had anyone go down on me before Wyatt, but I know for sure that he’s really good at this. Hearing him groan, saying things like, I love the way you taste, you get so wet, your cunt loves my mouth. All of it is too much, but there’s something missing, not allowing me to come but again teetering.
“Stay like this,” he tells me, before leaving the bed.
There’s no problem with that, even though I’m fired up, I can’t manage to order my limbs to move anyhow. I hear him getting things from his backpack, with all the skylights in the loft, I can make out his figure moving in the room in the moonlight but can’t see exactly what he’s doing. He returns, kneeling between my legs as he sets something down beside him, then his mouth is back on me. He works me back into a frenzy, and I barely recognize that he’s removed one hand from my legs. Then I feel wet fingertips on my asshole, my eyes open in curiosity, but I can’t see exactly what he’s doing. One of his thumbs is still petting my clit, as his other fingers massage my other entrance. Then there’s something else there, I put it together in my head that it’s the butt plug, and a crest of anticipation flutters through my belly. When the small blunt tip rests there, his eyes meet mine and I nod. He begins to manipulate the plug in small circles, round and round until I get used to the sensation. Then slowly, he slips the tip inside. It’s strange at first, my body fights the penetration, wanting to move away. But he’s going slow enough to allow me time to realize it’s not hurting. Actually, I can’t feel any pain. I remember the numbing lube and wonder if that’s what he used on me. When it’s positioned just inside, his attention returns back to my vagina, his mouth once again taking me over. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet before, and there’s some
thing so hot about knowing it’s probably covering his mouth and chin. With gentle suction, Wyatt slips his mouth over my piercing. It’s a little painful, but in a good way, so good I feel myself begin to tighten. He sucks a little harder, my thighs shaking and wanting to close, but his firm hand pushes one leg back against the bed.
“Oh, oh Wyatt, yes I’m gonna come,” I pant.
A pull of my jewelry with his teeth has me shooting off, my head digging into the pillow as wetness pours out of me. My ears ring as my hands move down to cup my breasts, and just as my orgasm begins to fade, a new feeling hits me like a lightning bolt. The feeling of being full, pain, and ecstasy, a crest of weightlessness lifts me higher. Wyatt has pushed the plug all the way in, pulling out to the tip and then fully back in, over and over. Having something there, somewhere that’s taboo, knowing Wyatt is watching me and controlling my reactions, is a major turn on. Lips kiss up my body, opening my eyes to watch him sit up, stroking his dick hard as spurts of hot semen shoot out of the head, landing on my skin. He’s breathing fast, grunting with every jolt that leaves him. Then, he falls into me, his lips on mine as he takes me in an affectionate kiss. My hands run through his hair, comforting as we embrace, showing him how good he’s made me feel. We fall asleep like this, waking up once in the night to Wyatt slipping inside me from behind, as we lay on our sides.
5
DAISY
Soft lips and gentle kisses run up my spine. Waking me from a deep sleep, as hands run up my sides. I squirm from being tickled, and Wyatt kisses the back of my neck. I can hear birds chirping, and see light under my eyelids, but can’t manage to open them.
“I have to go before everyone wakes up.”
Shit, he stayed the night. My eyes hesitantly blink open, I’m lying on my stomach and there’s a definite throb between my legs, and further. I then realize the butt plug’s still inside me. I hum as he reaches under me, stroking my breasts. His cock is hard on my ass cheek, but I feel he’s dressed against my naked skin. I push my ass back into him as he growls and flexes his hips toward me.
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