Chapter 38
38
DAISY
An evil, maniacal laugh has been trapped in my chest from the moment the pole class started to now as we watch Delaney wave around her sex shop bag from her front door. It’s dark out, the time on Bryce’s dash reading a few minutes past 9:00 p.m.
Delaney goes inside, and then Bryce is pulling out of her driveway and down the street. The engine revs as she pushes us past the speed limit.
“Is your foot feeling a little heavy tonight?” I ask innocently.
“Mmhmm.”
“You were also going quite fast on the highway.”
“I was.”
“Is there any particular reason for that?”
I’m asking for trouble. Every time I open my mouth, something devious falls out. I think it’s the horniness festering in my brain that’s driving me to push and push until she finally snaps and ravages me.
My not-so-subtle actions in the studio were affecting her so openly that I almost took pity on her and invited her into the shower with me afterward. My frosty couldn’t have been cold then or now if her life depended on it. She’d burn me the moment I touched her .
I’ve never felt so desired by someone before.
“I’m just ready to be home,” she says tightly.
I smirk, fisting my knee. “Any particular reason why?”
Her eyes flare with blue fire when she pins me beneath them. “When we get home, go straight to my room.”
“Manners, Bryce,” I murmur.
“Not a fucking chance. My manners are non-existent at this point, and that’s your fault.”
“My fault?” I ask with a mocking gasp.
“Keep digging the hole, baby. I’m going to have the time of my life making sure you lie in it.”
I laugh brightly, feeling the shine of bliss in every inch of my body. “Will you join me, at least?”
She flattens a palm to my thigh and holds it in a tight, reassuring grip. “I’d join you anywhere.”
“That’s a confident statement.”
“I’m a confident person.”
“You’re supposed to be my fake girlfriend.”
Her nails dig into the material of my jeans, and her jaw tightens before relaxing. “I’m not your fake anything. Use that term again and I’m more than happy to keep you in my bed until you forget it.”
The car comes to a jerking stop, and I realize a beat later that we’ve made it home. Bryce is moving instantly, and I get the feeling that I’ve maybe underestimated her promises. My excitement only grows, ramping up to an extreme that has sweat beading along my spine.
Without a word, she has the car off and is already slamming her door shut. In the dark, her figure looks like a shadow as she rounds the hood and heads right for me. I fumble with my seat belt and toss it across my body before my door opens, and she’s right there.
“I’ll have you here on the street, Daisy. Hiding in the car won’t save you,” she warns, voice thick with desire.
“I’m not hiding. ”
I hold her blistering gaze and slide out of the car, making sure my chin is tipped high. She may be a predator, but I’m no easy prey.
Her warmth is almost jarring in comparison to the evening chill, but I lean into it on instinct.
“My room,” she reminds me.
My skin feels like it’s melting to my bones as a flush of arousal ripples through me. I blink slowly and reach out to touch her, only to have her shake her head and lean back.
“I told you about the hole you dug, Sunshine. If you want to touch me, you have to earn it. Starting with going inside to my bedroom,” she says before I have a chance to grow offended.
“You’re not being serious.”
But she doesn’t look like she’s kidding.
“Inside, Daisy.”
I don’t stay to argue about it any longer. She may have been unable to hide her reaction to me in the studio, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t just as affected by her. I’ve been walking around all day with soiled panties and even had to use water to rub the slick from my pink shorts in the studio bathroom before changing back into my jeans.
I keep my pace controlled as I head up the sidewalk, refusing to glance back to see if she’s nipping at my heels. Her presence isn’t banging against my back, but I shove that thought out of my mind.
I’ll do what she tells me to because I want everything she’s planning. I’m safe with her, my trust rock solid without a crack in sight. I know that tonight will be perfect. It would be even if all we did was curl up in bed and watch a ghost-hunting documentary like we’ve done every night for the last week. For Bryce, I’ve worked past my fear of ghosts just so I can watch her movies without freaking out.
I enter the door code and then slip inside. Bryce isn’t behind me, so instead of searching for her, I shut the door and toe off my sneakers .
The house is dark, so I flick on the hall light. It’s bright enough to illuminate the living room and the yellow blanket thrown along the back of the couch. A few schoolbooks and glitter pens are strewn over the glass coffee table, but the space is clean and tidy otherwise.
With my pulse jumping, I reach for the hem of my shirt and pull it up and over my head. It falls silently to the floor as I move further inside.
Ignoring the kitchen, I turn down the hall and unbutton my jeans. With my shirt behind me, my jeans add to the trail as they fall to a heap at my feet. I step out of them and drop my bra in front of the bathroom.
By the time I’m tucking my thumbs into my panties, I’m looking into Bryce’s bedroom. They come down easily, and I’m too hot with desire to care about the wet fabric as I hang them on the door handle.
I’ve been in Bryce’s room several times over the last couple of weeks, but we’ve been very tame within its walls. That’s about to change. For good, I hope.
I’m completely naked as I wander over to her bed and run a hand over the velvet blanket. She always lies on the left side of the bed, and now, with her outside somewhere, giving me time to do whatever I need to before joining me, I settle in front of her nightstand.
I haven’t told her that I walked in on her masturbating yet, but the memory of it hasn’t left my mind since. It’s there at night, when I’m alone in my own bed after an evening of holding each other and an ache grows between my legs. She’s the one I think about when I thrust my fingers inside of myself and pinch my clit. It’s her tongue I picture lapping at me. Her moans in my ears.
I take the silver nightstand handle between my fingers and pull. Inch by inch, the drawer opens, and my eyes grow larger and larger.
I’ve never seen so many toys in one place outside of a sex shop. The collection is extensive. There are tiny vibes, a wand vibrator, grinding pad, glass and silicone dildos, and a handful of different-sized butt plugs. If I reached into the drawer and shuffled things around, I’m sure I could find more hidden beneath all the others.
“Oh, my God,” I whisper.
“Pick one.”
I jump at the sound of her voice. My thigh digs into the corner of the drawer when I spin toward the doorway, pain exploding in the muscle.
The pink panties hanging from her finger have my cheeks throbbing with a blush. She rubs the crotch with her thumb, right over where I know I’ve soaked them.
“Pick one,” she repeats herself.
“Anything?”
“What do you prefer?”
She’s leaving it up to me, I realize. Regardless of her own desires, she’s giving me the chance to be in control, at least when it comes to this part of the night.
I dip a hand into the drawer and follow my gut, knowing what I do and don’t like.
“Anything with a vibration. I need clit stimulation to come,” I start, grabbing the round-headed vibrator. “And I don’t shy from ass play.”
There’s a rough exhale from the doorway, but I keep focused on the drawer of toys, tapping the glass butt plug with the rose-shaped base.
“They’re all clean. But if you’d prefer, I can wash them again first. I haven’t had sex in over three years, and my tests were clear the last time I was at the doctor’s,” she divulges.
“I trust you. And mine were clear as well.” With a swallow, I ask, “Which toys do you like best?”
“Everything in that drawer. Vaginal and anal penetration and clit play.”
I shiver in anticipation, tightening my hold on the simple vibrator. Without looking at her, I know she’s closing in on me. The air shifts and pulls taut, like it’s trying to force us together.
Her breasts brush my arm, and then she’s reaching for the vibrator, taking it from me.
“On the bed. Legs spread nice and wide,” she murmurs.
I look at her and moan, the sound of it low and needy. Without so much as touching me, she makes me pulse between my legs, arousal slicking the inside of my thighs.
It’s the obsession in her eyes and the way they rake across my face inch by inch in a silent claiming. There’s something powerful about having someone stare at you like they need nothing but your mind, body, and soul to survive. It makes me feel invincible, like a goddess.
With bated breaths, I climb onto the bed and spread out on my back. She follows every shift of my body with her dark, possessive stare, and I feel the weight of it like nails gliding over my bare skin.
Pressing my palms into the velvet blanket, I slowly part my legs. The air is hot on my arms but cold between them. If I looked down, I know I’d find myself dripping onto the blanket.
“Christ, you’re gushing.”
I give a jerky nod and track her as she moves to the end of the bed, directly in front of my naked pussy. My thighs fall completely open as she inspects me.
The vibrator in her hands is silent, but she traces the buttons along the side of it, toying with me.
“Are you going to use that on me?”
“I am.”
“Take your clothes off first.”
She lifts a brow. “Why?”
“The only time I’ve seen you completely naked is when you were sick. I want to see you again, for real this time.”
“You should have thought about that before you teased me in the studio and the entire drive home.”
The vibrator rumbles to life, and I press myself into the mattress on instinct, clenching around air. Bryce joins me on the bed in her jeans and cropped shirt, but I don’t have a chance to be angry about her lack of nakedness before?—
“Oh! Bryce!”
The thick, round head of the vibrator makes contact with my core, and Bryce must have skipped the first few levels of intensity. The vibrations are fierce and sharp, yanking the air from my lungs.
She crawls between my legs and stares into my eyes as the wand moves in slow, controlled circles over my clit. I whine at the relentless contact, and then a moment later, I’m jerking my hips up into it, grinding against the head.
The intensity goes up a notch, and I squeeze my eyes shut, moaning and moaning and moaning until I’m starting to drown out the buzz.
Bryce leans over my body, her fingers tracing shapes up my stomach and waist. “Tell me before you come, baby.”
I can only nod in answer. The bed sinks deeper as she moves further up my body, exploring with firm touches. My nipple grows hot before it’s sucked into her mouth, a soft, flat tongue lapping at it.
She swaps breasts and sucks at the opposite nipple before kissing and nipping at the skin around it. It’s like she’s enjoying driving me out of my mind. No, I’m sure she is.
With a twist of her wrist, she adjusts the vibrator, lifting it just enough for my pussy to spasm, pleasure building and building?—
“I’m going to come,” I whimper.
Just like that, the vibrator disappears, taking my orgasm with it. I make a growl-like sound and snap my eyes open only to glare at her.
She crawls the rest of the way up my body and kisses me, swallowing all of the angry words I wanted to say. My eyes fall shut again, and I thread my fingers in the hair at the back of her head before she can push me away again. She can deny me orgasms, but I’m not going to allow her to deny me the ability to touch her.
I lick at the seam of her lips, and she parts them for me as if she’s as desperate for more as I am. A stroke of her tongue against mine, and I’m grasping her waist to pull her against me, needing the reassurance that this is really happening. That I’m in Bryce’s bed, beneath her body, and with her lips on mine.
“Let me see you, Bryce. All of you,” I beg.
She drags her mouth across my cheek and down beneath my jaw, sucking the skin. I sigh in pleasure and bare my neck. Her fingers slip between our bodies and find my nipples, brushing and tugging at them.
“If I take my clothes off, I’m not letting you leave this room tonight. You’ll be coming all over my sheets and sleeping beside me on top of them.”
“Yes. Do that.”
Her chuckle is pure sin. “Okay, baby.”
I nearly reach out to pull her back to me when she pushes backward and steps off the bed. It’s a miracle I can even keep myself pinned down on the bed and not tear across it to be the one to take her clothes off.
She removes her jeans first, the material tight enough around her thighs that she has to wiggle them down to her ankles. The black thong cupping her pussy is next. It disappears into her jeans.
In only a cropped black tee with Nirvana written across it in vintage writing, she stands so confidently before me that it’s like a blast to the face. Bryce is the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on, and right now, like this, I know exactly how lucky I am to be the one in her bed. To have her want me in it.
A myriad of colours and designs are scattered over her legs, groin, and midriff. Some of them I’ve discovered, have touched and kissed. But there are so, so many more to explore.
“I haven’t seen your very first tattoo yet,” I whisper.
She doesn’t answer with words. In a blink, she’s begun sliding her shirt up her body and over her chest. Discarded, it joins the rest of her clothes on the floor.
I suck in a hot breath of air. It may not be the first time I’ve seen her shirtless, but it feels like it. I didn’t give her the proper attention that first day, and I’m ready to spend the next several begging for forgiveness for my mistake.
“You’re gorgeous,” I declare softly.
A deep pink colour spreads across her high, round breasts. It’s so similar to the rosy shade of her nipples as they tighten, becoming hard peaks accentuated by black jewellery.
I cut off my next inhale when I notice the small tattoo I hadn’t in her old bathroom or the photo in her bedroom. The middle finger shaded in purple, pink, and blue inked into the soft skin beneath her left nipple.
“Thank you, Sunshine,” she all but purrs, climbing back onto the bed to straddle my thigh.
My lips spread in a happy, lazy smile when her body weight returns. I run my hands up her sides and then down around her back. She’s so smooth and warm and curved in all the right places. I’m lost to how right she feels beneath my hands and how addictive it is to touch her like this.
“Let me please you,” I whisper before licking a stripe up the side of her throat. “Let me earn my forgiveness.”
She moans, dragging her breasts against mine and then upward until a cool, pink-tipped nipple brushes my lips.
“Open,” she commands.
I part my lips and take her nipple into my mouth. Circling it with my tongue, I listen for every slight sound that escapes her, letting them guide me. When I graze the sensitive peak with my teeth and tug at the piercing, she rocks forward, and wet, hot skin glides along my thigh.
“Bite it. Gently,” she breathes out.
I follow her instructions, and she grips the blanket beside my head before grinding down on my leg. An exhaled whimper escapes her gaped mouth, and she continues to ride me, slicking my thigh in her arousal.
Acting out of impulse, I take her breasts into my hands and squeeze gently. I pinch her second nipple before rolling it between my fingertips, careful of the metal hoop.
The ball at the centre of her clit piercing is prominent with every roll of her hips, and I imagine it’s pressing right against her most sensitive spot.
My lips tingle when I pull them from her nipple and shift to lick the other one. “What does it feel like to grind your pussy against me with the piercing?”
Her eyes flash, but her words are weak, breathy. “Extra stimulation.”
“I want to feel it against my tongue again.”
“Not yet.”
She shifts, feeding her nipple into my mouth to distract me. The first glide of her fingers through my slit forces her breast from my mouth.
“Please,” I plead brokenly.
I’m sensitive and aching deep after my stolen orgasm. I need relief so badly I’m willing to do anything for it.
Sinking two fingers into my opening, Bryce shifts her position on my thigh until she can watch them glide deep. A puddle of arousal coats my thigh beneath her as she keeps us pressed together but doesn’t glide forward again. Instead, her attention has fallen on me.
I preen beneath her wide-pupiled stare. The pleasure blooming in my core is instant and intense after being teased. I only need a few more strokes to come. Release is so, so close?—
“Bryce! Oh . . . Oh, I’m going to come. I’m going to . . . Please let me come,” I plead brokenly.
She hooks her fingers inside my walls and brings a second hand to play with my clit. An orgasm stronger than I’ve ever felt knocks the wind out of me. It grows in intensity the faster she rubs her thumb against my clit, and I forget to breathe .
“Eyes open, Daisy. Watch me when I make you come.”
I arch my neck and suck in a strangled inhale, forcing my eyes open. It gets stuck in my throat as my body begins to shake, the pleasure lasting hours upon hours, like it’ll never end.
“Don’t pass out on me. You’re not done.”
My pussy cries at the loss of her fingers. My head feels empty, nothing inside but the desire for more. For both of us.
Bryce must be thinking the same thing as me. I do nothing but lie beneath her, my muscles still jelly, while she swivels and brings her thighs to either side of my head. She’s glistening between her puffy pink lips, and I dart my tongue out to get a taste before she’s settled in place.
An animalistic sound escapes me. My hands find her ass, and I squeeze it in two tight fists. She drops her hips and leans off the side of the bed. Her pussy rubs against my mouth, and I waste no time before swiping my tongue over the length of her again.
She groans, thighs tightening against my cheeks. “Not yet.”
“Then when?”
A low, almost undetectable buzzing sounds, but I can’t see where it’s coming from with her on top of me. Her arousal coats my lips, and I decide that I don’t care what it is or what she’s planning on doing with it.
“Now, Sunshine,” she says before breaching me with something round and slick.
The vibrations are weak compared to earlier, but combined with the thick width of the dildo, the pleasure is sharper, more intense.
“Look at you, stretching so wide for my toys. Do you want it deeper?” she asks, her praise setting me on fire.
I nod, and my words get swept away as I plunge my tongue into her opening and then flick it against her pierced hood. The dildo bottoms out, leaving me so full it’s almost uncomfortable, before she pulls it free and soothes the ache with the pressure of her thumb to my clit .
“Louder, Daisy. You’ve had such a busy mouth all day, but now you don’t have words to say?”
I take the hoop piercing between my teeth and pull just enough for her to feel it.
“Oh, fuck ,” she curses, starting to jerk her hips into unstable movements. “I can’t get enough of you or this gorgeous cunt. Could spend the rest of my life right here.”
I don’t understand how I can already be so close to coming a second time only a few minutes after the first, but it’s there. It’s building and building, and if she keeps up the double stimulation, I’m going to explode.
I lift her off my mouth just long enough to say, “I watched you come riding a toy in your bed weeks ago. It’s been on my mind since, and after tasting you for the first time at the shop, I knew I wouldn’t ever get enough of this pretty pussy, even if I had an entire lifetime to spend between your legs.”
Bryce comes with a cry that I’d bet her neighbours can hear without even one of my fingers inside of her. She pulses against my tongue, and I slide my tongue through her opening, craving a taste of her cum.
The dildo continues to thrust into me, but when Bryce collapses forward and drops her face between my thighs, I know it won’t matter. The moment the tip of her tongue circles my sensitive clit, I come again.
The second orgasm doesn’t last as long as the first, but it’s more intense. My temperature rises, then falls, and my pulse beats in my ears as I suck in quick breaths to try and bring myself back into my body.
Bryce tugs the dildo free, discarding it somewhere on the bed before sealing her mouth over my slit and licking me clean. I moan, both at how sensitive I am and how comforting the act is, and then loosen my punishing grip on her ass. The half moons I left indented in her skin make me frown.
A moment later, she rolls off me and onto her back on the mattress. Her toes are painted a dark blue that appears almost black, and they wiggle as she sighs.
“Are you okay?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I can’t feel my legs, but yes. I’m better than okay. That was everything I thought it would be.”
She hums, rolling onto her side. “You’ve imagined this?”
“Of course I have.”
“Was that before or after you spied on me?”
She’s too good at hiding her emotions, and while usually I can see right through whichever act she’s decided to put on, I stumble this time.
“I didn’t mean to spy. Really. It was late, and I didn’t even know you were awake. Then, I saw you in bed, and I just—I stayed. I’m sorry.”
The bed shifts and creaks as she pushes up and around until she’s lying with her head beside mine. I turn onto my side, and she follows.
Her hand moves up between us and cups my cheek. I lean into her touch, rolling into her body as my eyes drift shut.
“I’m teasing you. I don’t care if you watched me, on accident or otherwise.”
“Really?” I ask, suddenly too tired to keep my eyes open.
She strokes a knuckle along my jaw and drapes an arm over my waist. “Really. Now, rest.”
“You’ll rest too?”
“I’ll rest too, baby.”
It’s all I need to hear before letting stealing a few minutes of sleep.