Chapter 15 August - Good morning, Daisy my darling
It’s about seven a.m. by the time I’m turning the burner off on the stove. It’s a lot later than I usually start the day, but I’m letting Daisy sleep. Plus, my workload is light today, and it wasn’t difficult for me to push my tasks around so my tardy arrival didn’t look suspicious.
Daisy has rules, and I gotta follow them. Can’t tell a soul. Got it.
I barely fucking slept last night. Knowing Daze was in the room across the hall, in my goddamn shirt, unsure if she was comfortable enough to fall back to sleep drove me nuts.
Everything’s driving me nuts.
I had no plans to switch my life around whatsoever, and now I’m over here making friends with benefits contracts with the one person I’m usually trying to avoid in every crowd.
And I’m asking myself why I was avoiding her, and that’s pissing me the hell off. Because Daisy and I not getting along was something I was sure would never change. A constant.
What the fuck ever, not a now problem.
I bring two plates down from the cabinet and think through how I’m gonna get Daisy up and out of here without a fight, someone seeing us, or any other dramatic shitshow.
My phone lights up on the counter beside me.
@riversriverco posted a new story!
Did I turn post notifications on for the riverside and Daisy’s personal page? Uh—
Yeah. Not my proudest moment, but it fucking beats refreshing each page two hundred times a day. Which I’m not admitting to doing.
I wait for the post to load and take in the picture of the sunrise, surely taken a couple of days ago, above some blurb written about early mornings best spent by the water.
Daisy paired it with another Noah Kahan song, her favorite artist for riverside posts.
It’s not surprising and definitely on brand for what we got going on here.
It dawns on me that if this just went live, she’s awake.
I toss my phone. “Daisy!” I yell, walking towards the staircase.
I hear the creaking of floorboards and a door opening. “Why are you yelling?” Daisy calls.
“Breakfast! Let’s go, or you’re walking your ass back to town!”
I retreat back to the kitchen, making myself busy with the food, and wait until I hear footsteps descending the stairs.
When I turn and find Daisy sauntering in still wearing that flimsy-ass shirt, I swallow hard.
It appears she also found a pair of my grey wool socks to match. They’re simultaneously hiked up her calves and slouching. And when the hell did something like oversized, comfy socks become sexy?
Her hair is messily tossed to one side of her head, and she’s got sleepy eyes, a fist rubbing one of them. I can see her nipples poking through the thin material, and I have no idea how I’m going to get through this meal and get us out the door without combusting.
“Good morning,” she offers. Daisy’s eyes trail up and down my body, sight landing south, right where I know my sweatpants hang low.
“You saying that to my magic carpet, or to me?” I joke.
Daisy rolls her eyes but otherwise ignores me, journeying right past me to grab one of the plates I pulled down. I don’t move to give her any room, half stuck in place, half desperate to be close to her.
There’s a lot of confusing shit going on in my head.
When she turns to scoop a spoonful of scrambled eggs onto her plate, her backside brushes against my front, and all rational thought ceases to exist.
My hands smack on the counter, arms caging Daisy in from behind. She freezes, dropping the spoon back into the pan. I lower my head to the side of her neck. “Is this okay?” I whisper.
Daisy tilts her neck, giving me access, a silent invitation I instantly take. She leans back into me with a quiet sigh. I begin kissing and sucking lightly along her neck, breathing her in, thankful that no kissing rule apparently doesn’t apply to this. Fine by me.
“So we’re really doing this?” Daisy questions as I lightly nip at her neck.
“I had to finish myself off in the shower last night, Daze,” I say into her skin. “I came so fucking hard, picturing you coming undone in my truck.” I lick right below her ear, and I feel goosebumps rise. “Picturing you in this shirt. My shirt.” I grab a fistful of the material.
She shakes her head and arches her back so her ass presses right up against my hard cock.
“You feel that, Daze? You feel how easy it is for you to get me going?”
Next thing I know, her arm is reaching back, and she grips my cock through my sweats. “Wow, Gussy,” she breathes. “You gonna blow in your pants?” Her fingers squeeze around my length.
I growl and lift my right hand from the counter to snake underneath the hem of her shirt. My fingers graze her bare pussy. “No panties?” I ask shakily.
“You ruined them last night,” she says matter-of-factly as I start to play with her. She’s trying to act like she’s unfazed, or maybe she really thinks walking around my house like this wouldn’t drive me fucking mad.
I grab Daisy by the waist, turning us both together, and bend her over the island. She wiggles, desperate for friction. Her breath hitches, and satisfaction rumbles inside of me knowing I finally brought her up to the level of insanity I’m currently barely surviving in.
I hike the shirt up, exposing her backside to me and revel at the sight.
“I don’t want to assume,” I start as my palm massages up and down her perfect ass that’s sitting so goddamn pretty up in the air with the way I have her bent over.
She moves her lower half in answer, balancing on her tiptoes.
“But it sounds like you wanna be taken care of right now, Daisy. Fucked nice and deep and hard. Right here in the kitchen after a full night’s rest. Tell me that’s what you need, Daze. ”
She tosses her head back when I smack her right ass cheek after a beat of silence. “Condom, August. Get a condom.”
I reach behind me to my junk drawer and extract a loose condom I’m thankful as hell I tossed in here however long ago.
Daisy scoffs, looking over her shoulder. Fucking beautiful, messy bedhead swaying. “How frat boy of you.”
Smack.
Daze jumps and gasps, and the way her bottom bounces has me groaning.
I pull my cock out and roll the latex over my length and give myself a few pumps. I lean over to press a single finger inside of her, confirming she’s wet and ready for me.
She moans, moving her ass back into me—searching for more—as I add a second finger at a languid pace.
Next time I’ll drag it out, make her beg.
Get her real fucking needy. But I don’t have the patience right now, and clearly neither does Daisy.
I line my head up with her entrance and thrust. She gasps as I fill her to the hilt.
“I don’t fuck like a frat boy though.”
Her hands flatten, pressing hard into the black granite.
“Oh—” she pants.
“Fuck, baby. Fucking perfect,” I breathe in between strokes. I let my hand roam up her curves, tracing her spine, and get it tangled up in that sexy bed of curls. Her head leans into my touch, and I grip steadily to guide her up so my lips are at her ear again.
With shallow breaths and her body still adjusting to my size, Daisy lets out satisfied moans that shake me.
I’m not gentle. That’s not what Daisy wants—needs. I know because the smile that breaks out on her face is lethal when I repeat, “Fucking perfect.” I release her hair and snake my hand down her arm. I wrap my fingers around hers still splayed on the island.
“This is how you’re supposed to start the day,” Daisy says, bucking perfectly in rhythm with me. And I have to agree, it’s like we were fucking created to come together like this. Like we’ve been doing it all along.
I feel her muscles flex around me, somehow making it a tighter fit than I thought possible. I lose any restraint I had, pounding into her, the right side of her face now pressed into the granite as she continues to moan loudly.
“That’s right, Daze. It’s just me and you in here. This is my house. Make as much noise as you need. I wanna fucking hear it.”
“August,” escapes her lips.
“Forget everything else. Just me and you. You feel so fucking good.” I love how her body responds to praise.
I adjust my grip, lifting her slightly. My hand starts to travel over every inch of her soft skin, under the shirt and against the countertop until I’m cupping and squeezing her breast. I pinch her hardened nipple in between my fingers, and Daisy gasps.
There’s something so right about all of this that it’s enough for me to not fully realize how fucked up what I’m saying sounds.
How much it doesn’t make sense that she’s her and I’m me.
Or what we think the other is. I choose to revel in feeling the build up of Daisy’s climax, pussy flexing around me, getting me to the same point.
“Yes, August, yes, please. Oh my God, just like that,” she coaches me. I do exactly as I’m fucking told, easily flipping the dynamic, letting her take full control.
I grunt as Daisy rolls her ass backwards, the tip of my cock hitting a spot that has her moaning again, head tipped back.
“Daze—” I start.
“I’m right there, August.” She reaches back, pulling my hand to her. I rub two fingers in circles on her clit, applying pressure. “Yes—”
Not a drop of control left, I spill into the condom. She comes around me, and I keep slow strokes until we’re both panting, heaving messes.
Seconds tick by, and I finally pull out to toss the condom.
Daisy doesn’t change position, the front half of her still resting on the island.
Taking in the sight of her, I’m hit with the intrusive thought of Daisy bent over like this with my come dripping down her thigh.
I picture swiping a finger up to push the mess back inside of her, where it belongs.
Satisfaction rumbles throughout my chest.
Holy fucking shit, what the hell is wrong with me?