7. Daisy #2
Heat engulfs my thighs. Tingles… so many damn tingles spread through my body.
My nipples are suddenly sensitive. I’m not wearing a bra with this dress.
Behold, my nipples poking through pink fabric.
Lorde sure as hell is beholding them. What is she thinking of?
Sucking them? Biting them? How badly does she want me naked?
How about turning in my seat and pulling aside my dress so she can bang me right here, with her mother somewhere around?
Is that other couple ever coming back? Not that I want an excuse to put a stop to this.
Not that I need someone else… some strangers…
to hold me accountable while I dive into folly.
My breath is sharp in my nostrils when her finger finds the width of my lingerie. Lorde also sucks in her breath. She’s found me hot and wet, after all. I’ve all but advertised how willing I am to have her touch me. Finger me. Make me come; make me hers.
I hate that line of thinking. That I’m somehow hers . The last thing I want to be is someone’s possession. It’s what I’ve been running from for so long. It’s what I’m afraid of whenever I go back home and my father says he has “big news” for me. I am not a possession.
Yet…
I want to be hers so badly .
Is this some biological fuckery? Something in my brain turning me into a sex demon whenever I’m around Lorde Sheen?
Like I’m some lowly animal that goes into heat and demands a healthy she-beast to keep her brain filled with orgasmic dopamine and some primal twist on reproductive stupidity?
To find a way to tell and show the whole world that I’m hers?
Lorde is a brazen, brash woman. I shouldn’t be surprised that a girl like her, who is always with someone new in the papers, is pushing aside my lingerie and running her finger along the wet skin of my nether lips.
A million thoughts burst into my mind. This empty balcony.
Asking me up here, knowing that we would more or less be alone…
did she plan this? Did she think that because I made out with her I would be easy?
That I would give up sex like she does? She would not be my first. I’m adept enough at sex to know what I want and when I should have it. Should.
She leans in close and whispers into my ear. “You’re wet, Daze.”
“Thank you for the professional commentary,” I mutter. “And it’s Daisy.” Just because she’s trying to finger me doesn’t mean she gets to call me “Daze.”
“That’s good. Because I would like nothing more than to take you out of here and somewhere even more private. How about a hotel? I’m dying here. I want to know what this tastes like.” She rubs my naked slit.
I shudder. “I bet you would.” Few have ever offered to eat me out. I wouldn’t mind it.
“Then do you know what I would do?”
No. Don’t meet her gaze. That’s what she wants. “What? Do tell?”
Her teeth touch my ear, and my shudder turns into a full-body groan.
“I would fuck you so hard that everything would spin in front of you for a whole week. I wouldn’t let you walk away from my bed unless your thighs were sore and your pussy begging for mercy.
I’ve been thinking about you nonstop since you teased me in my apartment.
You wouldn’t have to do anything. I’ll do all the work.
Whatever you desire, Daisy, I’ll give it to you. Tonight.”
I close my eyes. “Would you give it to me until I came?”
“Absofuckinglutely.”
“How would you give it to me? Paint me a picture, Lorde.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll take you lying down, kneeling, or riding my strap-on like a cowgirl.
Once I’m inside of you, I won’t care what it’s like.
I won’t stop until you’re screaming my name in pleasure.
I want all of me in you. I want you to know what it feels like to have me give you something so sinful that you’ve never dared to have it before. ”
Lump after lump tumbles down my throat. I’m so aroused that she could plunge her finger inside of me and I’d barely notice. “What makes you think I’ve never gone that hard?”
“Because you’ve never met a woman worthy of having that honor. Until me.”
This arrogant shit is going to end me!
“Oops,” she hisses in my ear, that damned finger pushing ever so slowly into me.
Even though my legs are hardly apart, Lorde has no problems spreading my nether lips and dipping her finger into the source of my wetness.
I grasp the armrests and allow my eyes to blur.
There is no one else in this theater except for Lorde.
“Well, how about that? I’m inside of you, Daze.
Right where I’ve wanted to be since I first met you. ”
Another finger joins the first. Because any woman who is adept at fingering knows you need at least two to accomplish anything.
“Was that a hate fuck you wanted? Is that all you’ve wanted until now?” Somehow, I’m able to put the pleasure grazing my clit out of my mind. I do know that the other couple is due back at any moment. Right? We should cut this out before we get caught and I’m embarrassed out of my mind.
“I’ve never wanted a hate fuck.” Lorde lightly bites my ear.
The combination of her slowly fingering me is not only easing my legs open through the slit in my dress but making me slide ever so slightly down my seat.
My right hand releases the armrest and massages her left leg.
She intends to make good on her promises. All I have to do is say yes.
“Then what is it you want, exactly?”
I rub her thigh through her soft trousers. What designer is she wearing? Valentino? How suave. Good thing I’m not impressed by designers. I won’t have any qualms ripping this fabric off her hot body!
“I want you to keep doing that. Mostly, I want to fuck the priss out of you.”
At first, I thought she said something else.
When I realize what she did say – while her fingers continue to fuck me and my hand is encircling her thigh for a glowing round of mutual masturbation – I am struck with the idea that part of the reason Lorde Sheen is attracted to me is because of my image.
To be fair, isn’t that what attracts me to her as well?
She’s rubbing me faster, harder now. My thighs are on fire with a need to come. I don’t doubt she’s feeling much of the same way based on how tense her body is. Her thigh is so rigid that I can barely fit my hand around it. Granted, I have small hands, but…
There’s only one way to settle this. How badly does she really want me? I must unzip her to find out.
“Oh…” Her growls are infectious. Or maybe that’s me growling by now. “You may be a stuck-up princess, but you’re no stranger to pussy, now are you?”
I know what she’s implying. I choose to ignore it and instead smile in her direction, my hand pulling aside her thong so I can touch her flesh. Warm. No, hot. Light fuzz of hair. Wet.
“For a woman who claims to have bedded many, you sure are taking your time in making this one come. Or maybe you’re not as good as you think you are?”
Them be fighting words. Good.
I’ve barely begun to stroke her when she’s going harder at me, her fingers taking me two knuckles at a time.
Perhaps that doesn’t sound too interesting to some of you, but you best keep in mind that Lorde has the kind of digits that more than make it a delectable experience.
I can safely say that none of the others I’ve been with were this good at fingering me even when my legs were spread wide open and their tongues were right on my clit!
“You better deliver,” I mutter. “If I’m going to let you put your fingers in my pussy, I better get something good out of it.”
“Your wish is my command, your highness.”
I close my eyes and focus on the pleasure spreading through me.
The source is Lorde’s dexterous fingers plunging in, the rest of her hand rubbing against my clit and my wet folds.
I’m about to crumble from the inside. All I want is to throw myself into orgasm.
As if I were home alone, safe in my bed and touching myself.
Instead, it’s Lorde touching me. Lorde. Sheen.
The girl who pissed me off so badly that I stormed into her apartment and proceeded to make out with her.
“Look at me,” she commands, making my eyes snap open as I approach the cusp of climax. “Look me in the eyes when you come. I want to know what you look like.”
While making me come harder, I’m sure! Because what other effect is this supposed to have on me?
I’m looking right into Lorde’s passionately dark eyes in a darker room in one of the most respectable movie theaters in America.
Her lips slightly part. So do mine. We don’t dare kiss when someone could look up and see us in this moment.
It’s bad enough they would catch us locking gazes while we finger each other.
Yup. That’s what my hand is doing now. Rubbing her whole slit and searching for her clit – oh, there it is.
She jerks, sighing a moan that I barely hear.
Between her gaze and that, I’m about to…
“That’s it.” Lorde’s voice is right in my ear but also a million miles away.
Orgasm hits me, my inner walls closing in tightly around her fingers, refusing to let them go until I’m done riding out my pleasure.
My eyes want to close. They can’t. They’re too busy looking for Lorde’s approval…
which they get if I can count on that grin to be telling me the truth. “Come for me, Daisy. Come undone.”
Composure. Carefully trained composure I’ve been practicing since I was a girl in the world of the rich and famous.
That’s the only thing keeping me from moaning on this public balcony.
Do I want to, though! I want to thrust hard against Lorde’s fingers.
I want to grab her wrist and feel it tremble in my grasp.
I want to kiss her so hard that she throws me down on the floor and fucks me senseless.
My thoughts are consumed with more than fingering while I ride out a long orgasm.
Lorde sits back in her seat, fingers going to her lips as she licks me off them. Her gaze never leaves mine. She’s making love to her fingers like she probably wishes she could make love to the place they just were.
“You’re exquisite, Daisy DeMonte.”
I crash back to reality.
Oh my God.
What have I done?
I snatch my hand out of Lorde’s pants. The closer my hand gets to my face, the more I smell her natural scent. It’s so heady that my instincts tell me to fall face-first into her lap and go for it for all we’re worth. What the fuck!
“You okay?” The spark is gone from Lorde’s eyes. “Did something happen?”
Yeah, I let you finger me, asshole!
Holy crap. Holy shit. In a theater? At her mother’s movie premiere?
What the fuck am I doing!
“Daisy?”
I fix my clothes before standing up. Before Lorde can ask me what’s wrong again, let alone attempt to take me by the hand, I’m gone from the balcony and taking off for no place in particular.
You’re a bad girl and you should feel ashamed! I’d tell my conscience to take a hike, but I have no business telling that piece of shit anything right now.