7
DAISY
I ignore the fear that Wyatt won’t be there, like the last time he said he’d meet me and stood me up. But when I see his bike parked outside, I push it away and take in the fact that I am about to go on a date with Wyatt. The bell over the door tinkles as I push it open, it seems overly bright inside due to the setting sun outside. There’s a lot of patrons at the tables, so it takes me a minute to find him. He’s sitting at the opposite end of the restaurant and when he sees me, watching like a lion stalking his prey. I sit down across from him and smile. I think he likes my dress since he mainly stared at my legs my entire walk over. Either that, or since I’m not wearing a bra he can probably make out the jewelry. I pull my hair back, revealing one bare shoulder as the dress falls and fits me loosely.
“Are you trying to kill me?” he asks, taking a drink from his water.
“And how would I be doing that?” I ask playfully.
“You’re practically naked under there. You still have the plug in?”
“You’ll just have to wait and see,” I answer, also sipping from my water.
We both look down at our menus, listening to the sounds of the diner in full swing, conversations surrounding us with waitresses yelling out food orders to the cooks.
“I thought you might stand me up like last time,” I reply, eyes remaining downcast.
I know he’s looking at me, and I don’t know why I chose right now to bring this up, but I have to voice the resentment I still have.
“Daisy,” he says. I continue to look down and wait for him to speak. “Look at me.”
Immediately, my eyes meet his. He’s got his serious face on, and I glance down to see one of his hands flipped over, showing me his palm. I pull my hand up from under the table, and slip it into his.
“I’m sorry about what I did.” He looks down at his fingers as he begins to play with mine. “Something happened to me the night we were in my room, it was unexpected.”
I tilt my head, trying to encourage him to continue.
“I told you before that you take me out of my head, but you also make me think. I know I wanted to take time off school, I need to because I can’t focus on it. But something about talking to you, and when I’m with you, centers me. I don’t know if that makes sense. All night after you went to the party, I thought about school, and my future. But then I would remind myself that you wouldn’t be there with me, that you were going to another school that what I wanted and what was reality were two different things. It all made me crazy, thinking about us just being together for the summer made me crazy. So I had to go, I stayed up all night thinking about you…but then I spent every night in Montana thinking about you. Listening to your voice mail, reading your texts. Even though you were pissed at me for being an asshole, it was the only connection I had to you. When I knew it was your birthday, I just couldn’t fight it anymore.”
“Fight what?” I whisper.
“The pull you’ve had on me for years.” His eyes meet mine.
Holy shit.
“Are you saying you’ve had a crush on me, Wyatt Frederickson?” I ask in a teasing tone but I’m dead serious.
He gives me a smile and a small shake of his head while looking down at his fingers. The waitress comes to our table and we both order burgers. We remain silent for a while, his fingers still toying with mine. He's changed and showered since work, smelling good and I like how he's let his facial hair grow a little longer this summer. There's so many things I want to ask him about, how he's dealing with Sven's passing, how being at the shop is, but all topics lead to the serious and I don't want that right now. Just then, for whatever reason pops into my head, and I begin to laugh.
“What?” he asks with a smile.
He repeats it again since I can’t stop laughing.
“I was just thinking of something,” I breathe, finally getting a hold of my giggles. I lean in and whisper, “You took a photo of me with a butt plug in my ass.”
Wyatt chuckles slightly.
“Don’t mention it,” he says looking almost bashful.
“Why, embarrassed?” I tease.
“No.” He looks up at me. “You’re making me hard.”
At first, I think he’s joking, but then see him shift in his seat.
“Seriously?” I ask, with wide eyes.
“Come here and find out,” he says, moving over in the booth and putting an arm over the back.
I put my napkin on the table and slide out, scooting into the booth beside him. I turn my back to the other patrons as he widens his legs. My hand moves onto his crotch, gliding down his leg to feel he is indeed hard. The whole time, he watches me, inhaling deeply when I make contact.
“That’s from thinking about me, like that?” I whisper in his ear.
He groans deep and low in his throat.
“You always make me hard,” he says.
My palm runs back and forth, over him, the butt plug throbbing as I envision him there instead.
“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper against his lips. Placing a gentle kiss on his bottom lip, while the hand behind me, moves over my bare shoulder. His rough fingertips tickling my skin, causing me to shutter.
“Do you want me to come over?” he asks.
I nod and part my lips, waiting for him to kiss me. Leaning closer, he brushes his lips across mine, then the food comes and we pull away. The waitress gives us a knowing smile, and we both thank her. I sit on the same side as him as we eat. I demolish my burger and Wyatt cleans his plate and my fries. When we finish eating, Wyatt tells me he’s going to drive me over to my truck on his bike, and I don’t argue. Even though the ride to my truck is short, sitting behind him on the bike, the vibration, the butt plug, my body pressed against his hard body as my core grinding against him. We get stopped at the light on Main Street and my hand searches his lap for his crotch, finding his length strained hard against his jeans. My hand squeezes and he turns his head to show me the profile of his face, he can’t see my face, but I’m panting through parted lips and I feel needy as fuck. His body pivots and he brings his arm around to cup my face with his hand and bring our mouths together, kissing me hard and fast, until people start honking and speed past us.
With a growl, he pulls away from me and begins driving again, speeding down the street to my truck. As soon as he stops, I get off and move around to straddle his lap, and our mouths begin again. My nipples harden, my core tightens all from his lips and tongue against mine.
“We need to go, there are cameras here,” Wyatt finally tells me in a pained voice.
“Oh God,” I gasp and sit up, hurrying off his lap and over to my truck door.
My eyes look all around where I think the cameras might be, and then hear Wyatt start laughing at me and they dart to him.
“They can’t see us here, but when we drove in and when we leave,” he smiles.
“You ass,” I scoff, causing him to let out another laugh.
“I’ll go the other way so it doesn’t look like I’m following you home,” he adds.
I nod and open my truck door.
“Daisy,” he says and I pause in closing my door. “Stay wet for me,” he tells me, his voice low and deep.
“As long as you stay hard for me,” I quip and close my door.
He follows me back to my parents’ house, parking at the end of the street as I pull up the long driveway and into the garage under the loft. Standing by the open garage door, I inspect the main house. It’s after nine, so I know everyone is in their bedrooms, but the light in the bathroom is on. Wyatt comes walking up, staying close to the tree line and walking past me into the cover of the garage. I close the door and we walk up the steps to the second door to the loft. I forgot to leave a light on again and he remains by the door as I turn on the lamp in the living room, also making sure the drapes are closed.
When I’m done covering the last window on the main floor, Wyatt moves to the couch and takes a seat on one of the two cha
irs I have beside the couch. I love how big he always looks, especially in my once thought to be large chair. The way he looks at me screams that he’s picturing me naked, or the things he wants to do to me.
Without further ado, I stand there, pulling my dress up over my head. I see his jaw tense, his legs parting before he leans forward to remove his own shirt. I’m not really sure what I have in mind, but I want to tease him. Before sitting, I remove my sandals and panties, then take a seat on the couch across from him, right on the edge so the pressure pushes the plug deeper inside me. My nipples tighten as I inhale sharply in reaction to it, and my brain leaves the building. I tilt my head back, my hair cascading down my back as I run my fingers down my neck to my chest, cupping my breasts.
Wyatt mumbles something, but I can hear his breathing increase over my pulse. My thumbs and forefingers tug on my jewelry as my hips circle, trying to intensify the friction from the couch. Willing my eyes open, and my head up. Wyatt’s removed his dick from his pants, he’s on the edge of his seat watching me. His hand over the head of his cock as he strokes quickly, his other hand wrapped tightly around his base. For a moment I think maybe I should get him the cock ring, but shit, I can’t function enough to do that. Trailing my hands down my torso, I spread my legs and part my lips with my fingers. Remembering this morning how he told me to move the plug, I adjust to my side, propping my foot on the couch so he can see my both my entrances. With one hand I stroke in between my parted legs, while the other moves behind me to start fondling the plug.
“Daisy, yes, fuck yourself.”
I moan over and over as I rub and tease myself, his hand moving faster. But I want him, no, I fucking need him. Rising from the couch, I take the few steps over to the chair. Placing my feet beside his hips, his thumbs spread my lips as I slide down onto him. We both groan, feeling one another bare, as his hands grip my hips hard, making it impossible for me to move.
“Hold on,” he pants against my lips.
My arms wrap around his neck, his tongue trailing up my neck. My body shudders, trembling, needing to fulfill the ache. His cock fills my pussy to capacity, causing the plug in my rear to become that much more intense.
“Wyatt, fuck me,” I beg, nipping his earlobe with my teeth.
Then his hands cup the back of my head, bringing our lips together. My hips begin to move, taking in the feel of his jewelry, scorching me deep. My nails dig into his shoulders and chest, his fingers pulling my hair harder as I grind on his lap. I swear I’ve never been so wet in my life, it’s coating our thighs and it’s almost like its pouring out of me as his piercing rubs over a luxurious spot. His massive dick slides in and out of me with no resistance.
“You feel how wet you make me?” I pant.
He growls low and deep in his throat, his hands cupping my ass and gyrating my hips. A hand slips around to my pussy, pinching my clit and pulling the jewelry. Planting my feet, I begin to bounce up and down. Pushing up until I feel his head at my entrance, then slamming down and grinding before repeating. Wyatt looks down to watch, and I put my hands back on his knees to give myself more leverage to ride his cock like a fucking bucking bronco.
“That pussy feel good?”
“So fucking good,” he groans, his abs tightening as I take him deep, “so fucking good,” he repeats.
His fingers continue to toy my clit, his other fingers rubbing over the base of the plug, causing my eyes to cross. Then, he’s pulling the plug out and shoving his fingers inside.
“Oh God, shit I’m going to fucking come, keep fucking me like that,” I plead in a tone of voice that’s on the verge of hysteria. “I’m going to come all over your cock, shit,” I gasp.
Another gush of wetness seeps out of me, his fingers curl up inside my ass and I’m coming. His thumb rubs my clit vigorously, fingers in the back still furiously fucking me and I tense, arching my back as I still and cry out. His teeth bite my nipple, shooting rainbows of colors behind my eyes. My thighs shake with orgasm, my knees drawing together. When I feel the crest of my orgasm begin to fade, his palms grab my breasts, holding them tightly as he fucks into me. Hard and fast he pistons his hips, another orgasm building in me just as he pulls out. Semen shoots out of his head in long thick spurts, his groan is torturous as his chest heaves. His cum explodes all over me, my breasts, my stomach. I just stare at the sheer masculinity and raw power of this man. When his body jerks at the end, he pushes his dick back into me, kissing me hard as he groans into my mouth. He’s still coming and it burns with heat, twitching and pulsing as my flesh ripples around it. Wrapping me in his arms, we continue to kiss, until he rests his head on my shoulder. I don’t want to feel the way I feel right now, this is just fucking, nothing more. I want to ignore how good he makes everything, an unknown closeness to someone at sharing something so intimate.
Thankfully, before I can get too sentimental and possibly say something incredibly stupid, Wyatt stands with me in his arms. He walks us straight into the bathroom adjacent from the kitchen, setting my feet on the ground as he turns on the shower. I watch as he pulls the rest of his clothes off, and I try not to ogle him, but shit. He’s so fucking built and tall, his muscles flexing in movement. He catches my eye and licks his lips, pulling me close as he pinches one of my nipples and kisses me. Then both his hands grasp my ass and squeeze, spreading and pressing my rear open and closed. My eyes flutter as he kisses down my neck, he uses such force when he handles me, like at any moment I could be pushed over. But his hands are so strong, his arms caging me against him, and compared to the softness of his lips, my body is ready for him again. He lifts me, stepping into the shower and I yelp as the water scalds my back.
“Sorry,” he rushes, turning his back so he’s the one receiving the scorching hot water, as he somehow reaches back to adjust the temperature on the knobs.
Steam that fills the shower, begins to dissipate and his lips return to mine. He steps back once the water is comfortable, allowing both of us to get sprayed. Again, I have to bitch slap those feelings of being cherished and remind myself, this is just sex. Never mind he just got second-degree burns for me, and the way he makes love to my lips, like he’s licking my pussy. Forget all that, just imagine him doing this to other girls…okay, that actually doesn’t really even bother me. Okay, remind yourself that you only feel this way because he’s your first, that’s all.
“I never liked kissing before, but hell, your mouth is like candy.”
…Yes, forget ALL that.
Suddenly, I’m on my feet again and in a moment, he’s kneeling down, pushing one of my legs up as he licks between my legs.
“This is like candy too,” he tells me.
My nails claw at his shoulders as he bombards my clit piercing with all he has, my chest heaves and my core quivers at how quickly this man can make me come. I watch his hard dick protruding between his legs, bob and move like it’s on a search to find me. My hands grip his shoulders harder, wanting to grasp his cock, and my mouth waters. But just then he stands and turns me around, pushing the front of my body into the tile with one forearm across my shoulders. He bends his knees to align with me, and then pushes inside my opening. I gasp and close my eyes, bringing his arms under mine as his hands move to my neck, wrapping them around. The pressure’s not tight, just a means to pull me straight so my back is to him, his cock slamming relentlessly into me. My elbows bend as I reach up and tug his hair, my back arching and effectively pushing my ass against him.
“Try squeezing a little,” I whisper and he breathes hard into my ear, tightening his grip around my neck.
I moan and tilt my head back onto his shoulder, my hands pulling harder in his hair.
“Good?” he moans out.
I nod my head and bite my lip. Why do I like this so much? Why can’t I just get off like normal people do? The pang of momentary guilt vanishes when he removes one hand and slides it down between us. Finding my asshole, and slipping two of his wet fingers inside, curling them up like before.
“I can’t wait to fuck this tight asshole,” he pants.
“I want it now,” I beg.
“You’re not ready,” he grunts with exertion.
“I don’t care, I don’t care,” I plead. “Please, fuck me there.”
“It’ll hurt too much, I can’t do that to you-”
“I want it to hurt.”
I look over my shoulder at him, seeing him weigh his thoughts. I don’t think he understands that the pain is what I crave for. I know he says he wants to try things, but I don’t think he really grasps how much this is what I’m interested in.
“Please, we can stop if I can’t handle it,” I offer.
After a long moment, his dick and fingers exit me, and then I feel the blunt head of his dick at my other entrance. I bite my lip and push my ass out further, tempting him. The head feels like the plug, only larger, way, way larger. I rest my forehead on the tiles and feel my skin come alive, sensations racking my body with awareness. I let out a sharp exhale as he spreads my cheeks apart, pushing inside me, past my tight ring. I whimper and breathe heavily, as his fingers flex against me.
“Okay?” he pants.
I nod, then more of him is fitting in. I hear him spit, but don’t feel the saliva hit me, only his fingers spread it around where we meet. I don’t like the slow, deliberate easiness of this. So, without conscious thought really, I push back and impale myself with his cock. There’s a flash of pain, burning as resistant flesh accommodates him.
“Fucking hell, Daisy,” he scolds me at first.
Then his cock twitches inside me, his chest heaving at my back. We both remain still, comprehending this new experience for us.
“I don’t think I can move,” he whispers against my shoulder. “I wish you could see this, I won’t last long watching us, we look perfect together.”
His lips press kisses and lick up my shoulder, to my neck. I turn my head to intercept his lips, licking at his lower lip. He tips his head closer and licks my lower lip before retreating. I attempt to do the same, approaching with my tongue out, but he brings it into his mouth, sucking it. I reach back with one hand and run my palm down my back to feel him at my ass. Spreading my fingers along either side of his base. He leans back and looks down, pulling his hips back so my fingers feel more of him. The feel of his cock coming out, makes me groan and my pussy spasm. He maneuvers my hand so my fingers can feel my skin spread around him, pushing back in. I can’t describe the intensity of this, it’s overwhelming and soul connecting.
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