“Shit,” he groans, looking down at my body. “Daisy, I have to go,” he tells me with a struggle in his voice.
He’s right, I don’t want my parents to see him leaving here. But as my eyes adjust, it’s still pretty pale outside and I glance at the clock.
“My parents won’t be up for another forty-five minutes.”
His breath hitches as I lean up on my elbows, spreading my legs beneath him. My clit piercing rubs against the firm bed, my nipples grazing the sheet, sending me into a horny slut in two seconds. He sits back onto his heels, and I look over my shoulder at him. He’s still shirtless, but has his pants on, his dick visibly hard.
“Besides, what am I supposed to do with this?” I ask, reaching back and running my fingers over the base of the plug.
His eyes zero in, instantly glazing as his pupils dilate. He swallows thickly before his lips part and he palms his cock through his jeans.
“What do you think you should do with it?” he asks, not taking his eyes off my fingers teasing my ass.
I pull my legs up so I’m on my knees, reaching my hand between them, my vagina feels swollen and sensitive like I’ve been fucked raw. I search up further to find the plug again and watch him as he watches me, slowly pull it out. Immediately, the sensation causes my pussy to become wet, my need for cock growing in intensity. I tease my ass with the plug, moving in short stabs, to pushing it all the way in. It’s overwhelming me, if I keep it up, I know I will come. The entrance to my other hole is seeping, opening, and longing for him. My forehead falls to the pillow as I gasp, whimper, and moan. Then there’s a slap to my vagina, before both Wyatt’s hands palm my ass, spreading me open and wider.
“Take it out,” he tells me, and I pull the plug out.
I feel open and different there, an unusual but delightful sensation. My skin feels hypersensitive, alive, and unexplainable.
“Look at you, fucking hell,” Wyatt growls as his fingers circle the widened flesh of my back entrance. “I want to fuck you so hard here, make you crazy with my cock…” he groans, and his words trail off.
Then he’s sliding inside my vagina, and for a moment I wonder if he’s put a condom on. His body curls over mine, aligning our arms, interlacing our fingers. Teeth sink into my shoulder as he pushes through my swollen flesh, sending me over the edge and making me come quickly. He pulls out, the sound of the condom being ripped off a faint sound compared to his grunts. Moments later, cum is landing on my butt, then he’s pushing his semen into my asshole with his fingers. I feel completely fucked, worked over, and dirty in all the best ways. This man has shown me, for the first time, how much I can feel. How I can be with someone, showing him pieces of me that I didn’t know existed.
“Damn Daisy, you blow my mind…now,” he sighs a heavy breath. “I really need to go.”
I roll onto my back, my limbs are tingling, my skin sticky, and I feel his semen soaking into the sheets beneath me. Bringing my legs up to my chest, I sit up and wrap my arms around them, admiring his body as he moves about the room gathering his things.
“I’m on the pill, so you can come inside me next time,” I stop because I don’t know why I said that, why I’m offering that to him when this is supposed to be simple and casual.
He halts midway pulling his shirt from inside out, and looks over at me. Then the bed dips as he kneels onto it, pulling my arms away and situating me onto his lap. I really love how he moves me around like I’m as light as a piece of paper. His eyes study my face, my eyes, and mouth, as he brushes back the hair from my face. I wrap my arms around his neck and want to ignore how his tender touches make my heart feel, goddamn stupid heart.
“Is that what you want?” he asks, his voice soft and deep like melted chocolate.
“For you to not use a condom?” I question.
His mouth opens, then closes, I can tell he’s trying to find the right thing to say.
“You want to keep doing this?”
His expression is one of uncertainty, like he really wants me to say yes, I want more of this. His brow furrow slightly, his eyes moving away from mine because I’m just looking at him blankly.
“When can I see you again?” I whisper.
I lean in and kiss his bottom lip, circling my hips inadvertently against his hips. Inadvertently, because I don’t think I can have sex again right now, I’m sore and the poor girl needs a rest.
“Shit,” he exhales deeply. “I wasn’t sure if you were into this, I know I told you I want to do things with you, but I’ve been taking it easy so you get used to everything,” he tells me. “How was the butt plug? Good enough to keep trying things?”
“I liked…I really liked it,” I swallow, feeling bashful and tucking hair behind my ear.
“I wasn’t sure when we decided to do this, that it would live up to what I imagined,” he tells me. “But, shit, I think being with you is better than anything I cooked up in my head.”
I smile, because yes, I feel the same. The idea of other things we could explore, to share with him all the things I want to try.
“Seeing you, after the plug came out, open and…” he swallows thickly as his eyes shoot up from my lips to my eyes. “I want inside you there so badly, I’ve never done it before.”
A chill shivers my body, the want for that too charging me up.
“When do you think, you know, we can do that?” I ask.
“I think we should try the plug a few more times, there are some things in the bag we can use, but I don’t want to rush it,” he replies. “I think we rushed into the plug but I can’t wait with you, you make me eager as fuck with how willing you are.”
I nod and we just look at each other, I can tell he’s excited for things to come like I am.
“Tonight, I have work until seven,” he tells me.
“Maybe we should wait until after dark for you to come over-”
“I’ll be starving after work, let’s just meet up and go eat first, hang out.”
Oh, wait what? I sit back slightly, making sure this is really what he wants and isn’t just trying to make me feel like I’m not just a booty call.
“Okay, I have yoga until seven thirty…why don’t I meet you somewhere by the studio, I don’t need to shower or anything afterward.”
“I don’t want you to shower anyway, I like smelling the sweat on your skin,” he says with a lick up the side of my neck. “Like now, I can taste both of us on you, smell both of us…you’re sticky with me, shit, you get so wet with me.”
“No one’s ever gotten me wet but you.”
Wyatt groans and drops his head onto my shoulder.
“I always knew you were special,” he says raising his head again. “But, I never knew you were like this.”
When he looks at my lips, then my eyes, there’s a flutter in my heart. I want to ignore it, I want to pretend it’s just me and my naïve heart. Like any guy could send me into a tailspin. But when Blake looked at me, it didn’t make me feel anything like this. It didn’t make me want to spend the rest of the day with him, or like the time we spent apart would be agony. There’s still that waiting for it to kick in that this was Wyatt, who he had been to me all my life, a friend. That this should seem strange, or awkward, but it so doesn’t. I always liked him, always found him attractive, but never let my mind go somewhere I had never intended acting on.
“I don’t want to go,” he sighs, “but I don’t want your parents to be mad about this,” he adds.
This is weird, he’s being like…clingy. He seems conflicted, like he doesn’t want to leave. Nothing like how he’s been the last few times we’ve hooked up, wham, bam, and adios. Now he’s asking me to go to dinner, and it seems as if it’s a struggle to leave me this time. Wyatt kisses me once more, before pulling away to continue to dress. I watch him, admiring his physique and picturing how he looked when he was fucking me. It’s literally a struggle to remain lying down when he sits at the edge of the bed to put his boots on, I want to curl up behind him and
attach myself to his back. With one more kiss to my forehead, then my lips, he heads down the steps. There’s a ping from my phone on the bedside table only minutes later. It’s too early to be anyone else but Wyatt, still I’m surprised to see it’s a message from him.
Wyatt: Do you know how difficult it was for me to leave you? I’m sitting on my bike at the end of the street with a hard-on.
I smile and roll onto my stomach, flipping the camera on my phone so I can see myself as I lay on the bed on my stomach, propped up on my elbows. Making sure he can see the side of my face, just fucked hair covering one eye, my naked back and ass. Snapping a shot and sending it with the caption.
“Come back.”
That’s unfair because I know it’s really not a good idea for him to be seen or have his bike seen by my parents.
Wyatt: Goddamn, not fair.
Me: I know, sorry, have a good day.
Wyatt: I will now. See you tonight.
6
DAISY
Eventually, I fall back asleep for a while. Who knew being kept up most the night with dick would make you so exhausted. The incessant ringing of my phone brings me out of sleep, sun pouring in through the skylights. I place my phone to my ear and answer as I pull a pillow over my head.
“Yeah?”
“Daisy, hi,” my mom says. “Did you go out last night?” she asks.
The sounds of the garage are in the background, and I wonder if Wyatt’s there. Even though my mom owns the yoga studio, it’s only open in the evenings during the week, so she still works at the auto shop with my dad and the Fredericksons.
“No, just for my birthday a few days ago,” I finally answer, since I had to rewind to what even happened before Wyatt’s planet joined my solar system.
“Oh yeah, how was it?”
“Good, I looked cute so that’s all that matters,” I reply.
“I imagine Irys was with you, and I presume you know Wyatt’s home by now?”
I don’t know why she’s asking, I know my dad probably told her I dropped him off at the garage a few days ago, if she didn’t see it for herself. There’s a loud whirring sound from a drill or something, so I wait until it’s done before I answer.
“Yeah, he was with us, and Nolan and Evan,” I add.
“Did you find out what happened, he was only gone a few weeks right?”
The way my mom’s talking quietly makes me wonder who’s around her, maybe him.
“We didn’t really get to talk, Irys doesn’t even know.”
After that my mom asks if I will pick up my little sister Abbey from volleyball practice and bring her to the shop afterward. The rest of the day, I can’t get Wyatt out of my head. After my shower and washing the butt plug, I pick the lubes up off my bedroom floor to put them all back in the bag. And the will to resist the backpack and its treasures locked inside finally crumbles. Wrapped in a towel, I grab the bag and sit Indian style in the middle of the bed and unzip it. There’s a massive opened box of condoms that have spilled out everywhere. I gather them in my hands and set them beside me. Next, another butt plug, this one’s larger in size and I wonder if I can get it in by myself. I set that and the numbing gel lube on the other side of me. My hand wraps around a phallic object, pulling out a vibrator. It’s translucent red with a silver handle, there’s a little forked type piece of silicone above a button on the handle. I press the button and the fake penis begins to vibrate with a hum, while the other piece moves in circles. This must stimulate the clit I think. I turn it off and set it on the mound of unused condoms. Then I retrieve handcuffs, a bandana, a ping pong paddle wrapped in black electrical tape, two different sized dildos, and a black ring about two inches wide. It looks like one of those birth control rings at first, but I know it can’t be, why and how would he have that? I have no idea what the ring is for and I want to know, so I grab my phone and snap a photo of it between my fingers,
Me: What’s this?
While I sit and wait, I grab both butt plugs and compare the sizes. The one he used on me last night, at first felt huge but obviously is not. I can see that this second one is only maybe an inch thicker. With an idea, I pull up Google and read up on my little friends here. Basically, they’re for stretching your anus in order to better prepare you for anal sex. I dig a little deeper to read that sometimes people leave these in all day or for an extended period of time, enjoying the feeling of being penetrated throughout the day. I go onto some blogs to read that sometimes dominants order their submissive to wear one all day to prepared for sexual penetration later that day, building up in size to again prepare their body. The text alert goes off and I open Wyatt’s response.
Wyatt: Cock ring.
I Google search and read:
A cock ring may be used to prolong erection in order to provide pleasure beyond their own orgasm or simply because the wearer likes the particular sensation of tightness and extreme engorgement that wearing one provides. It can be worn as a sex toy, as genital jewelry, or simply for the appearance. Some men enjoy using cock rings for masturbation, as wearing of this sex toy contributes to better erection and delays orgasm for themselves, thus it intensifies orgasmic sensations. Also, vibrating cock rings deliver a great range of very pleasurable vibrations that enhance enjoyment for the wearer and their partner. (Wikipedia.)
I don’t think this one vibrates, but the idea of Wyatt wearing this makes my skin begin to heat. I see photos of examples, the ring is tight and in some makes the cock flushed to almost purple at the head, the veins bulging and thick.
Wyatt: The idea of you looking in the bag, touching everything. I wish I was there to watch you.
Me: The idea of using these things also makes me wish you were here.
Wyatt: How many hours until we meet up?
Me: Soon, maybe I’ll have a surprise for you.
Wyatt: Be warned, I keep looking at the photo you sent me this morning, so I have no idea what I might do to you depending on your surprise.
Shit, just thinking that I was on his mind, that he was looking at the photo I sent, was a fucking high. It boggled my mind the change in him, whereas the two times we hooked up he barely seemed interested. Now, after using a butt plug, he can barely hold back conversing with me. Thinking back at his words from before, that he tried to be dirty with other girls and no one responded to him like I had, maybe that’s what has him so excited. It’s such a strange feeling knowing that you were fulfilling someone, giving them things they only dreamt about, this could be trouble for me. I’ve always been one to get into something and obsess over it. I perfect it, thrive to be the best at it, or have it all. I know if I’m not careful, Wyatt could wrap me up in his life, and he wouldn’t even know it. I just have to keep reminding myself, that this is only for the summer. Maybe we would hook up on holidays or when we were home for the summers, but this was not to go beyond a casual relationship.
Later that day, I pull up to Plantain High where they host summer camps for different sports. My sister Abbey plays volleyball just like me. The years before this, I always assistant coached the camps, but this is my first year off. I don’t feel like seeing anyone I know right now and explain why I’m not coaching, so I text Abbey I’ll pick her up across the street. I turn the volume on my Bat for Lashes mix playlist up, roll all the windows down and rest my head back on the seat. I only have two more hours until it was time to see Wyatt, and I’m chomping at the bit. I glance over at my purse and bite the corner of my lip as I smile to myself, knowing what I have tucked in there. I’m already in my yoga gear, but I have a thin sweatshirt on to cover my skin tight tank top. Abbey exits the school, along with Wyatt’s little sisters, Josephine and Rosemary, who we all called Jo and Ro. They were my sister’s best friends and both played soccer, so I wasn’t surprised when Abbey asked if I could drive them too. We all sat in the bench seat of the only row of seats in the truck. Immediately, Abbey changes the station, increasing the volume and talking loudly over the music.
“Seriousl
y Abbey?” I groan as I lower the volume.
“Oh please, no one wants to hear that sad shit,” she scoffs.
I roll my eyes and pull away from the curb, and the radio’s turned back up by Ro.
Parking at the auto body shop, I turn off the ignition as the girls get out and head for the front door. The shop is winding down for the day, but there’re still customers and plenty of cars in the lot. I first see my dad, bent over the hood of a car, dirty with grease and his hair pulled back. I’ll admit my dad is the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. Growing up, he seemed so big and strong, like a bear with his beard. Even now when I see him, there’s a sense of protectiveness, knowing he’ll always be there for me. Although he owns a construction company with Dornan and Joey, he and Dornan still work at the shop often while leaving Joey to run the day-to-day for the company. Then I notice Wyatt beside him, helping with something. He’s also covered in grease, his t-shirt dirty, his muscles bulging in his arms as he cranks something with a wrench. The relationship between my dad and Wyatt, is like uncle and nephew. Even though my dad hasn’t said anything to me personally, I know he’s disappointed that Wyatt’s not going back to school this semester, and I wonder if he’s talked to him about it. Neither one notices me as I enter the office of the shop, the youngest Frederickson, Ruby is sitting behind my mom at a small counter coloring. Ruby’s only three, and for sure was an oops baby. But she’s a doll and I love seeing how the men in the family are wrapped around her finger. Maven walks out of her office and greets the teenagers.
“You guys want to go get pizza tonight?” she asks.
They all reply, yes, including Ruby. My mom hangs up the phone and stands, helping Ruby down from her chair. Mom’s still beautiful, we often get confused for sisters, but it doesn’t bother me because honestly, she looks like we could be. My parents have always been honest with us kids, and I know all about my mom’s history with my dad and her ex who tried to kill us. I know about her being in a coma, and my dad was all I had for a while there. My parents’ openness with us has always been an insight into seeing them as people, lovers, not just my parents.
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