Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
DID WE REALLY JUST DO THAT?
T ucker
“Open.”
She is stunning, her wet hair long and dripping down her tits, her knees slightly spread and planted on the ground—for me.
I lose the ability to think as Daisy stares up at me with big blue eyes. I can’t help the hitch in my breath when her lips part and she opens her mouth and her perfect, wet tongue waits eagerly for my dick.
“That’s it… such a good girl for me.” I grip the base of my leaking cock and run the tip over her tongue.
“Dais…” I swallow, running my hand through her hair as she gazes up at me. I’ve pictured her a thousand times like this—naked, sucking my cock into her mouth—but nothing compares to what’s happening right now. Just the sight of her with my dick between her lips is enough to make me come.
I groan when her pretty pink lips suck on just the tip, and then she wraps her hand around the base and takes me further into her warm, wet mouth. Over and over, she slurps and sucks, hollowing her cheeks, taking me further each time with my hard-as-stone cock in her hand.
Fuck. I’m drowning in the feel of her mouth, the way her nipples have hardened, the little noises she makes like she’s enjoying this just as much as I am.
My eyes roll to the back of my head when her wet, warm tongue licks a stripe from the base of me to my tip before swirling it around my crown. She works me with her hands, stroking my length. I’m impossibly hard, my breathing is labored, and I know I’m fucking close to blowing my load when my balls tighten. And as much as I would love to come in her mouth… tonight I want more.
So, I pop her off my dick, hauling her up to her feet. “You have no idea how badly I want to finish down your throat. You look so fucking hot on your knees for me.” My voice is tortured. Chills erupt over my damp skin. “But Dais…fuck… what you do to me.”
I need to finally know what it would feel like to sink inside of Daisy.
“I want you.”
“I want you too,” she says, and I swear my cock grows harder.
“You sure?”
“I’m positive.”
“I don’t have a condom, and I’ve never been with anyone without one, but fuck, do I want to with you.”
Her gaze is steady as sexual tension crackles in the air between us. This wasn’t my intention when I picked Daisy up at her apartment tonight, but from the moment I watched her strip out of every piece of clothing on her body, all I’ve been able to think about is how much I want her.
“I’ve never done it either, but I’m protected. I’m good without one.”
My heart stops. Fuck. When will it stop doing that? I have never considered going without one with anyone else I’ve ever been with, but Daisy is different. She’s my best friend. If she’s okay with it, then so am I.
“I would never do anything to harm you, you gotta know that, right? You trust me?”
“Of course.”
I scoop her into my arms and lie her down on the pool lounger under a heat lamp. Every cell in my body, every fiber of my being, sparks to life just from looking at her soft, creamy skin under mine as I decide how I want to take her. I’ve imagined it a million different ways— Daisy on her hands and knees as I take her from behind. Daisy up against a wall with her thighs wrapped around my waist riding my cock while I pump into her. But tonight, I decide I want her on her back so I can look at her. The beautiful girl who I’ve never been able to take my eyes off.
“Fuck, look at you. You are beautiful,” I whisper into her neck. I press a kiss below her ear, her jaw and her chin before nudging her legs open with my knee, settling between her parted thighs. I’m an inch away from sinking inside her; my cock teasing her entrance, not penetrating, just toying with the wet folds between her thighs. I know that if we do this, everything changes. Our friendship. Our future. If we do this and have regrets, there will be no coming back from this.
Is it worth it?
Yes. My pulse speeds. Being with Daisy is worth the risk.
My heart beats wildly in my chest. I’ve wanted this—wanted her —for almost half of my life. This isn’t just fucking. This is claiming Daisy.
My mouth moves down Daisy’s body, sucking a nipple into my mouth. She writhes, back arched, her pelvis rocking into mine. Her legs wrap around my hips, sealing my body to hers as I trail kisses across her ribcage to her other nipple, sucking the stiff peak between my teeth.
“Tucker,” she breathes.
My dick twitches at the sound of my name in her voice. “What do you need, Dais?”
“You.”
Her entire body trembles under mine, her breaths shallow as I keep flicking my tongue against her nipple. “I’m going to fuck you, I promise.”
But first I need to play with her tits. I need to take my time, two perfect handfuls that have been driving me insane all night. I lick and suck, flick and nip at the blush-coloured peaks as her hands dive into my hair, gripping the short strands and tugging.
“That feels so good,” she murmurs. “Your mouth, Tuck, is so good.”
God, she is so fucking perfect.
Her thick hair is fanned out over the cushion, her eyes hooded, cheeks the prettiest shade of pink.
My cock is aching, begging, leaking at the tip. And I wrap my hand around the head, coating it in my precum before stroking myself until I’m slick. Then I’m notching my cock at her entrance, holding her gaze as I slowly work myself inside her.
Holy hell, she feels so good. She’s tight but Daisy stretches around me to take me until she fits me perfectly. Pure ecstasy fires through my veins to my core somehow intensifying the deeper I bury myself into her. “You feel incredible like this.”
Her lips are parted, and I watch her eyes flutter closed. She makes a groaning sound that I feel straight to my cock. I close my eyes as I rock back and forth into her warm, wet heat before pressing in even deeper until my balls rub against her opening.
She makes another one of the sounds that I’m already addicted to, as her fingernails claw into my ass. I’m so fucking turned on from seeing her on her knees for me with my dick in her mouth, that I’m teetering on the edge ready to spill right now.
But I will myself to hold off my release. She writhes beneath me as I pump in and out of her in rhythmic strokes. Again and again, I glide my cock into her, every stroke taking us higher, until I can feel a warmth build at the base of my spine. It’s a sign that I’m close but I’ll hold off until I can get her there first. Besides she feels too good for this to end.
My cock swollen and bare inside Daisy is better than anything I’ve ever felt.
I try not to think about what this means for us, about how it was crazy to think we can go through with this without crashing and burning at the end. Instead, I push the thoughts to the back of mind and allow myself to drown in the depths of Daisy Carter.
We’re fucking slowly, her hand wrapped around my neck, my eyes pinned to hers. And damn , if this doesn’t feel better than anything I’ve ever experienced. I shouldn’t be surprised. Everything with Daisy is better than with anyone else. It always has been.
“I’m so close,” she whimpers, as her breathing changes from short to fast.
“Come for me, Daisy.” I beg. “Come for my cock like the good girl I know you are.”
She clenches hard around my dick, mouth parted before she shatters underneath me, crying out my name. I watch her body tremble, the fluttering of her eyelashes as she struggles to keep her gaze on mine. I feel her thighs come together squeezing my sides. I’m infatuated with it all.
Her nails dig into the flesh of my arms as she pulls my body down to hers needing my mouth. Without hesitation, I lean into her, pressing my lips to hers, breathing in every whimper and whine that leaves her pretty mouth. Then I’m rocking back into her, rolling my hips into her warmth, fucking her in short, deep thrusts as I hold us even tighter together.
“Fuck, yes, Daisy. You take me so good.” Her legs shake around me, the little noises she’s making spurring me on.
And then I’m coming, spilling inside of her when I feel her walls pulsing around me. I come undone on a growl, telling her how good she feels, how perfect she fits me until my ears start to ring, and my vision goes black.
I hold her body as close to mine as I can, my chest contracting as I press a kiss to her forehead, closing my eyes before dropping my forehead to rest against hers. When I open them, I’m jolted out of my post sex haze. This feels intimate as fuck. I see every emotion, every desire staring back at me and every reason why this is just an arrangement. But she’s the one who makes a move to separate us first.
On a sigh, I pull myself out of her body, remembering rule number one then I collapse on the pool lounger next to her.
I remind myself this is sex only. This isn’t a relationship and never will be one. I can handle this. I will not fall in love.
I breathe out a shaky exhale. Then Daisy is covering her face with her hands. “Did we really just do that?”
She peeks at me through her fingers, and I want to die at how cute she is. “We did and it was fucking amazing. I can’t wait to do it again.”
“I’m glad you liked it.”
“Are you kidding me, Dais? How could I not? You are incredible.” I smile, reaching for her hair, pushing a few strands from her face.
“I can’t believe I came twice.”
“Is that a first?”
“In my life.”
But the moment she catches her breath, Daisy flies from the lounger, hurrying to get her clothes. Fuck. I know what we’re doing is supposed to be just fooling around, but damn if it doesn’t sting. Does she really need to be in such a hurry to get up and get dressed? We just had sex for the first time.
My eyebrows pull together and I run my palms over my face. All sorts of fucked up emotions run through my mind as I watch her slip into her dress. How I want to hold her. Keep her close. Be the last man on this planet to ever see her naked again.
But I can’t. That isn’t what that is. It isn’t what I truly want. I’m not a relationship kinda guy. This is just a pact. So, instead I tell her, “Those other guys didn’t deserve you. And remember, rebel. No one else touches what’s mine.”
Daisy lips tip up in a small smile that makes my chest burn so intensely, I cover the space over my heart to try to stop it. But it’s my heart that is on fire that is the problem. And I have no idea what happens next.
This is just supposed to be sex. I’m sure I’ll be able to handle it.
Then why am I wondering how the fuck I’m going to keep this arrangement going without falling for my best friend.