18. Otis
Chapter 18
Otis
S he tasted like heaven.
Like Daisy. Like home.
There was no place I liked being more than between her thighs, my face buried in her sweet little pussy. I grabbed on to her hips, holding her steady as she writhed under my tongue.
Wolf grunted as she took him and my dick pulsed at the thought of being buried in the warmth of Daisy’s mouth. I knew what it felt like to have her soft lips wrapped around my shaft just like I knew what it felt like to be buried balls deep in the heat between her thighs.
Knowing only made me want it more, but I always wanted to make Daisy come before I got mine.
We all did.
I couldn’t speak for Wolf or Jace, but for me it was a point of pride, like taking care of a rare car, making sure she was finely tuned so that she purred like a kitten when it was time to take her out on the open highway.
But it was also because I loved Daisy. I’d never loved anyone other than my parents and sisters, but that was why I wanted to make Daisy happy, to make her feel good. Making her feel good made me feel good, and I figured if that wasn’t love, nothing was.
And she was definitely feeling good. I heard it in the gasp she let out when I lapped at her clit, the way she sank onto my hand when I buried three fingers inside her, getting them good and wet before I teased her tight asshole with my index finger.
It had been a surprise to realize Daisy loved getting fucked in the ass. That Daisy loved getting fucked everywhere. She’d gone from virgin to full-on sex goddess and it had been every bit as fun as pushing a new hot rod from zero to a hundred in under five seconds.
“Fuck me, your mouth feels good,” Wolf said.
I lifted my head from Daisy’s pussy. I wasn’t the best communicator, but you had to do it sometimes when you were fucking your girl with your best friends. “You should taste her.”
“Yeah?” Wolf said. “How wet is she?”
“Soaked.”
Daisy couldn’t chime in on account of the fact that her mouth was full of Wolf’s dick.
I lowered my head back to her pussy and sucked her clit into my mouth, then slid my index finger, slick with her juices, a little ways into her ass. We never fucked her there without lube, but my finger was wet enough to slide inside while I pushed a thumb into her pussy.
And she definitely wasn’t complaining.
She pushed down harder on my fingers, taking them deeper into her ass and cunt, riding my hand while I sucked her clit and teased it with my tongue.
My cock was about to explode, and I had to force myself to focus on Daisy and her pleasure, glad she was close to coming, something I could feel in my bones.
It was weird to know someone else’s body as well as your own, but nice too. There was no guesswork — I knew when Daisy was feeling good from the way her breath caught and grew shallow, the way she moved her hips on my fingers or cock — and I didn’t like guesswork.
I slipped another finger inside her pussy and let my finger sink a little deeper into her ass. Then I went to town on her clit, lapping and sucking until Daisy’s hips came off the bed.
She came hard and fast, crying out into the room as her body shuddered under my mouth. Her tight cunt clamped down on my fingers as she convulsed, begging me not to stop, which honestly didn’t need to be said because I wasn’t in the habit of cutting Daisy’s orgasms short.
I loved knowing I’d made her feel good enough to lose control. I wanted to make it last as long as possible even though it took all the willpower in my body not to come with her despite the fact that my dick was nowhere near her pussy.
Wolf groaned and took his dick out of her mouth, probably for the same reason, and Daisy’s body went limp, her breath coming in short little gasps.
I lifted my head and kissed the soft skin of her inner thighs, one of my favorite parts of Daisy’s body, although that was like trying to name my favorite part of a 6.6-liter engine.
I stretched out over her body and looked down at her face. Her lips were full and parted, face flushed, and her silky brown hair was fanned out on the pillows Wolf had propped under her head. I found beauty in a lot of things other people thought were weird — well-oiled tools, mechanical precision, chaos brought to order — but no one in the world could look at Daisy and see anything but perfection.
I kissed her, loving the way our tongues tangled together. It felt good to be close to her again.
To be really close.
It wasn’t that we hadn’t fucked in the last couple months, but it had been different than with Jace. Daisy had been sad. Worse than sad. It had felt like she was far away, like she was sinking into a deep well, like she wasn’t even reaching for the hands Wolf and I were throwing her.
Like she didn’t even want to be alive, to stay with us.
Since the morning we’d pulled her out of bed and gotten her moving again, she seemed better. Definitely still sad sometimes, but she was here. She wasn’t sinking further away from us anymore.
I could tell from the way she kissed me that she wasn’t thinking about Jace, that she wasn’t trying to bury her pain in our fucking. She was present, and I would have kissed her all night if my dick hadn’t been about to blow between her thighs.
“Sorry to cut the kissing short,” I said when I pulled away, “but I need to fuck you now.”
“Seconded,” Wolf said.
“What are you waiting for?” she gasped.
Wolf already had a condom in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other, which I guess is what you’d call good time management because he’d somehow managed to gather both while I’d been kissing Daisy.
I moved back so he could get on the bed, and he pulled Daisy on top of him, claiming her pussy while he handed me the lube for her ass.
Fine with me. I didn’t care where I fucked Daisy as long as I was buried inside her somewhere. The pleasure was part of it — nothing in the world felt better than fucking Daisy — but it was also about being inside her, about the fact that when we were fucking, there was nothing between us, and I wanted that all the time even though I couldn’t have said why it mattered.
Wolf slid the condom over his cock — disciplined of him, I had to say, because we weren’t always as careful as we should be about birth control — and Daisy straddled his hips, giving me a prime view of her lush ass.
My cock pulsed and I moved into position behind her while they kissed, Wolf’s hands in Daisy’s hair, like he wanted to keep her there, like he knew she was really with us too and he wanted to make sure she didn’t disappear again.
He reached between their bodies to guide his dick inside her. I stroked Daisy’s ass while I waited my turn, wondering how it was possible for someone to be so fucking soft.
Wolf held Daisy’s hips and I knew when he pushed inside her because of his groan, knew how it felt to push into her on the first thrust, the way you realized all over again how fucking good it felt.
“Fuck, sunshine, your pussy is so wet, so sweet.”
Daisy moaned and I gave them a second to get into a rhythm, Wolf thrusting up into her, Daisy grinding a little on the downstroke to work the friction on her clit.
They were both breathing fast, and if I hadn’t been worried before about coming too soon I was definitely worried about it now. Watching Daisy get fucked by Wolf was almost as much of a turn-on as fucking her myself.
I moved behind her and lubed up my dick, then spread her luscious cheeks to slide my head against the entrance to her ass.
She gasped from the contact, then pressed back against it to let me know she was ready.
I eased in slow, not wanting to hurt her even though I knew she loved it, knew from experience that she was more than capable of taking us in the ass. I’d been buried balls deep there more times than I could count, had even watched her take Jace’s huge pierced dick there.
But that didn’t mean I wanted to be an asshole. Not hurting Daisy was at the top of my “Things Never to Do” list, because god fucking knows we’d done more than enough of that to last a lifetime.
Sliding into the heat of her body was like sinking into a perfect bath. I sighed as she took me, her ass tight around my cock while Wolf drove into her pussy, his mouth clamped around one of her tits, sucking while he fucked her.
“Oh my god,” she moaned. “Fuck.”
“That’s the idea, doll.” I held on to her waist as I pulled almost all the way out, then sank into her again. It was pure pleasure, and I disconnected from my mind, leaving behind all the facts and figures that sometimes cluttered it like the dead leaves that covered the ground in fall.
She was moving faster, grinding on Wolf’s dick, working her clit while he drove into her pussy. I pushed into her ass again and again, the hot pressure of her body squeezing my shaft, the orgasm I’d been holding back since I’d eaten Daisy’s pussy threatening to spill over.
“I’m going to come,” she gasped. “I’m going to fucking come.”
The words were like kerosene on the orgasm I’d been trying to ignore. I could barely grunt in reply, not trusting myself to say anything. I slapped her ass, desperate to push her over the edge so I could come too.
It worked. She cried out in surprise, then shuddered around my dick, cursing and gasping as she came.
I didn’t know if I’d ever get used to the filthy things that came out of her sweet mouth when she came but I fucking loved it, and I finally let go of my own orgasm, spilling into her, the pleasure so intense it sent chills up my spine.
“Fuck yes,” I grunted. “Your ass is so tight, doll. So fucking tight.”
Wolf groaned and I knew he was coming too, spilling into her pussy like I spilled into her ass, both of us filling her up while shudders wracked her body and she swore like a truck driver.
She collapsed onto Wolf when it was over, her back rising and falling with her shallow breath, her hairline damp with sweat.
Wolf’s wrapped his arms around her and I eased out of her ass, then lay down next to them. Her head was resting on Wolf’s chest, her eyes closed as she caught her breath.
I flung my arm over her back and a few seconds later her eyes fluttered open. I was mesmerized by her face: her plush lips and high cheekbones, the sweep of her eyelashes against her creamy skin.
But it was always her eyes that pierced something in my chest, that made me feel like someone had punched a hole in my lungs so that I couldn’t breathe quite right.
“Welcome back,” I said.
Her smile was a little sad, but it was real. “Thanks for bringing me back.”
“Don’t leave us again, doll.” I didn’t have to think about the words. It was my biggest fear.
She held my gaze. “I won’t.”
I wanted to believe it was a promise, but if there was one thing I’d learned in life it was that nothing was guaranteed.
And there were things Daisy still didn’t know.