Chapter 28
Gatsby
“What?” A nervous grin slid over my lips.
Daisy stood, her face grim. “The man who purchased the Tennant. He had those same tattoos on his hands and his stomach. And that piercing... Gatsby...”
“What do you want me to say?” I finished pulling my pants up, stuffing my semi-hard cock in my boxers, and turned away from her. “When I got out, I wasn’t sure if you’d be interested in seeing me. I needed a way to pick your brain before exposing myself. I?—”
“You didn’t trust me.”
I turned back, furrowing my brow. Her small fists were clenched at her sides. “You interrogated me like I was a criminal. You tried to get me to admit to something that wasn’t true, because of your own insecurities.”
“Daisy—”
“You let me believe that my only option was a lame stand-in. Gatsby, how could you?” she cried out. I stared at her across the room, my mind reeling, and then going blank.
“How could I?” The words came spitting out of my mouth. I stormed over to her, grabbing her upper arms and squeezing. “I was the one who took the fall for a crime that wasn’t mine. Or have you already forgotten that I was on death row for three years while you were out here, growing your career, becoming famous, getting engaged ?”
She turned her head away from me, closing her eyes tight.
“I had to protect myself. When I got that newspaper article about you and him, it killed me. I wanted them to stick me right then and there, but instead I became more determined to get out. I spent every day in that fucking prison thinking of you, Daisy. My green light. And what did we always tell each other?”
When she whimpered under my hold, I squeezed harder, causing her to turn back to me.
“You can be mad and upset all you want, but I’m getting my green light.” I crushed my lips against hers, forcing my tongue into her mouth. I closed my eyes and willed my love to spill into her. I needed her to know just how much I loved her. Everything I’d done for the last ten years had been for her. How could she not see that?
She pushed me away and tried to duck under me to run, but I caught her by her middle and heaved her over my shoulder. I turned and zeroed in on the still-running bathtub. I stormed over and leaned her over it, dropping her into the bubbles.
She screamed as water splashed out of the tub. I stood back a moment with my hands on my hips. Her arms flailed as she tried to regain her footing. I shoved my pants and boxers down again and swung my legs over, joining her in the bath.
“What the hell?” she cried out as I reached for her. I’d designed this tub to be deep and wide, specifically with passionate lovemaking in mind. Under the water was a built-in seat. I sat there and dragged her onto my lap. She kicked and thrashed, but I held her firm, my cock pressed against her ass. I nuzzled her neck as I took my free hand and began to undress her.
“Gatsby—” she scolded as I pushed her to stand so I could remove her dress and panties. She fought less and less with each second, but the moment she was naked, she dropped into the water, hiding her bare flesh. “Why did you do that?”
“Because I told you,” I said, keeping my tone uninterested. “I will get my green light.”
She stared at me as if I were crazy, but I’d never been more sane. I slid off the ledge and joined her deep in the water. Reaching to turn off the faucet, I grabbed a sponge and soap. Lathering the loofah, I lifted her arm from the water, running it down gently. She began to relax. I continued washing her body until she took the sponge from me and ran it across my skin.
I closed my eyes and savored the feel of her fingers drifting over my skin. Moving between my legs, she started at my shoulders, then slowly descended down my body. Her hands ran across my tattoos, my muscles, and then she froze.
I reached for her hand and brought it down, urging her to touch my cock. She seemed nervous and unsure as she abandoned the loofah and gripped me. I moved her hand up my shaft, forcing her fingers to touch the barbell. Her breathing hitched. I kissed her neck, sucking deep, relishing in how she squirmed for me.
“I’m assuming you’ve never been with a man who’s had one of these.” I chuckled.
She shook her head. “No—I’ve never...”
I silenced her with a kiss. She didn’t need to explain things. She thought I’d die in prison. She’d confessed to me already at the theater that she’d been with Max; but he couldn’t satisfy her like I could. That was a fact. I urged her to stroke me, and slowly, her hand began to move up and down my shaft. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back.
I’d waited so long for this.
Pleasure surged fast. It wasn’t how well she was at it, but how great it was to finally be here with her, doing this. My balls began to tighten, and with the greatest of difficulty, I forced her to stop. She frowned, and I shook my head.
“I’m not ready to be done. I want to play with you too, Daisy.”
“Play?”
Grinning wickedly, I raised her arm and kissed along the words I’d written there five years ago.
Beautiful Little Flirt
“When you saw my cock, you seemed taken aback.” I grabbed the loofah again and urged her to stand. I ran it across her breasts, and tried to go between her legs, but she took it from me.
“I can do that.”
“Well, do a good job, because I’m starving.”
Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed.
“You seem so shy, despite being a full-fledged woman now. Have you not had a man who truly wanted to ravage you?”
She dipped into the water to hide as she cleaned herself, refusing to make eye contact.
“I—”
“When we were last together, you were my beautiful little flirt.” I pulled her back to my lap when she was done and pushed her legs apart. My fingers found her pussy. She was soaking. I ran my fingers up her slit and she gasped, her back arching. “You were a virgin then, so pure, so innocent. I thought by now, you’d be more experienced, more bold, more vocal about what you wanted. Why are you still so quiet and innocent, Daisy?”
I pushed a finger inside of her. She was incredibly tight, her walls hugging me for dear life.
“Aah—” she gasped.
“I don’t want you to be my beautiful little flirt anymore.” I removed my digit and gently urged her up.
“What?” She blinked with confusion.
I stood and made a circle motion with the finger that’d been inside her moments before. With her brow furrowed and her lip jutted in a pout, she did as requested. I grabbed her shoulders and moved her, trading her places.
“Get on your knees and grab the edge of the bath,” I ordered, helping her onto the step.
“Um...”
“Do as you’re told, Daisy.” I ran my hand over her soapy ass. She was fucking gorgeous.
I bent and kissed her ass cheek. She yelped and jumped forward.
“Gatsby!”
I chuckled and pushed her legs further apart. “What? Has no one ever praised your body before? Daisy...” I kissed her ass again, and began trailing kisses inward, spreading her cheeks as I went. “I plan on praising you every day for the rest of our lives.”
Her breathing grew labored and her body tensed. “Gatsby, what are you doing?” she squeaked as I ran my tongue along her tight, puckered hole. She jumped, but my hands on her calves kept her down. “Gatsby!”
I ran my tongue up her slit, rubbing her arousal all over her hole. Her pussy was completely smooth, which turned me on immensely. I lapped at her center, tasting paradise. Soon, her muscles loosened and she moaned. Then, I slid a finger inside her pussy and began to pump, moving my tongue back up to her asshole.
“Oh,” she groaned .
“Good girl, Daisy,” I muttered, probing the forbidden entrance. I was positive that I was the only man to ever explore this with her. I was going to leave her shaking, panting, and needing more. I fucked her with my finger while swirling my tongue around her asshole. “I’d hoped, when we finally set eyes on each other again, you’d be a freak?—”
Her body tightened, and she moaned.
That’s right, Daisy, come all over my face.
“Oh, Gatsby!” she screamed as her body exploded, her pussy pulsing on my finger and her asshole flexing as she came. I jutted my tongue deeper inside, and she arched, pushing into me. When she came down, I ran my tongue along her ass cheek, grinning ear to ear.
“That’s the best thing one can be in this world. A beautiful little freak, like me.”