7. Harrison
CHAPTER SEVEN
HARRISON
Her challenge is still ringing in my ears.
I can’t wipe the goddamn grin off my face as I wrap both hands around Daisy’s hips and pull her right to the edge of the mattress. She doesn’t resist. She falls into it, thighs parting for me, knees loose and wide and begging for what comes next.
I drop to the hardwood. It’s cool under my knees, but the rest of me is pure, burning heat. I dig my palms into her sides, dragging her even closer. My face is level with her ridiculous lace underwear, pink and tiny, all bows and no coverage.
My mouth goes dry while my cock throbs hard. I want to devour her.
I let my hands slowly glide up her outer thighs, squeezing muscle and flesh as I go.
Her skin is soft as hell, shivering under my touch, every inch of her wound tight.
I hook my thumbs in the sides of her underwear.
She’s staring down at me, breath coming fast, lips parted.
I keep eye contact as I pull the panties down her legs, real slow, just to watch her squirm.
They slide right off, sticking a little at her knees, then dropping all the way to her ankles. I toss them over my shoulder. Don’t even care where they land.
Daisy’s legs are bare now, parted just for me. Everything I want is right here. I put both hands on her thighs, spreading her wider, and lean in. I don’t fucking rush. I want every second to register.
I start low by the bend of her knee, lay a kiss there, then another higher up, working my way up her inner thigh.
My stubble scrapes soft skin, and I feel her tense, then shudder.
Her hands fly to the sheet and twist tight, her grip white-knuckled.
She lets out a ragged breath that echoes around the room.
I move higher, kissing, dragging my mouth along her thigh, letting my tongue flick at sensitive spots. She jerks under my touch, hips rolling, but my grip is solid, pinning her to the edge of the bed. My hands are flat and hard on her hips. My girl isn’t going anywhere until I say so.
Her sweet taste flows through me as I draw a path up the inside of her thigh, as slowly as I can go. Each inch, I feel her tremble more, her toes flexing, heels coming up off the bed.
I glance up. I want to see what I’m doing to her.
The look on Daisy’s face nearly knocks me flat. Her eyes are wide and wild. Her jaw is tight, lips white at the corners, like she’s fighting every sound that wants to break free. Her chest is moving fast, flush rising all the way up to her collarbones. She looks like she’s about to detonate.
I bury my face between her thighs and lick a greedy stripe straight up her center, from slick entrance to the perfect peak hidden under that little hood. I don’t tease, don’t sidestep. I go right to the spot.
The sound Daisy makes is fucking electric. It’s not even a word, just a guttural, broken moan that shakes her whole body. She bucks up off the mattress, nails clawing at the sheet.
I lap at her again, holding her pinned with both hands, spreading her wider. She tries to twist away, but I don’t let her. I want her open and raw, nothing held back.
I work her clit with my tongue, slow at first, then faster, circling, sucking, giving her everything I’ve got. I keep checking her face, soaking in every twitch, every bite of her lip, every second she’s struggling to hold it together.
She’s wet, dripping, and the taste of her could absolutely ruin a man. My cock is so hard it actually fucking hurts.
She attempts to clamp her thighs together, but I dig my fingers in, holding her spread apart. My thumbs press into the grooves where thigh meets hip, keeping her wide open for me.
That’s when I slide two fingers inside her wet opening. She’s hot and slick. I scissor my fingers open, and she absolutely loses it. Daisy screams my name, straight up to the ceiling, voice cracking on the second syllable.
God. That sound. It nearly makes me come just hearing it.
She’s shaking, heels braced hard on my shoulders, shoving me in closer. I’m not going anywhere. I crook my fingers just enough to find the spot inside her, using my free hand to keep her anchored. My tongue never lets up, lapping at her clit, relentless, hungry, never giving her a break.
Her whole body starts to tense, thighs trembling, stomach tight as a drum. Her hands aren’t even hands anymore, just claws on the sheet, wrenching it in knots.
She tries to jerk away again, hips lifting off the bed, but I clamp down, refusing to let her escape the pleasure. If she’s going to shatter, it’s going to be right here in my hands, with my mouth wrecking her.
She whimpers, high-pitched and helpless. Then louder.
My name, half-growled, half-sobbed, fills the room. I growl back, nipping at her, and she shakes harder.
I can feel every pulse, every desperate little quiver. My fingers are soaked, slick heat gathering with each stroke. I curl them, scissoring just a little, wanting to see how much she can take.
She takes everything I give her and then some.
I can tell she’s close. Her whole lower half seizes up, thighs like steel traps on either side of my head. She’s whimpering now, endless, shameless, desperate. Her body’s fighting to close up, but I keep her wide, tongue working her clit while my fingers fuck her slow, deep, perfect.
Every time she tries to lock her legs, I grip her harder.
She drags a hand off the sheet and grabs for my hair, yanking tight. It hurts, but I love it. She’s not pushing me away, not even close—she’s anchoring, holding on for dear life. I groan against her, the vibration making her jerk and moan even louder.
The tension hits a breaking point. I swear I can hear her heart pounding. Then Daisy explodes.
She screams, the sound bouncing off the ceiling and echoing around the tiny room. Her whole body goes rigid, muscles clenching down hard on my fingers, thighs shaking uncontrollably against my jaw.
I keep going, working her through it, tongue never stopping, fingers curling faster, grinding my palm against her.
Her voice cracks on my name, and she chokes out a sob, then another. Every part of her is shuddering, breath coming in wild, desperate gasps, like she’s drowning in it.
I keep my grip tight, forcing her to ride it all the way out, not letting her legs close or her hips twist away. When she slumps back, finally spent, I press soft kisses to the inside of her thigh, gentler now, letting her come down slowly.
She’s limp, splayed on the bed, chest heaving. Her hand stays twisted in my hair, nails dragging along my scalp, but she’s not trying to move me. If anything, she keeps me right where she wants me.
I kiss her one more time, right at her center, then look up, just to see her totally fucking wrecked. God, she’s beautiful like this. Flushed, wild, ruined for anyone else.
This is what I wanted. This is what I’ll never get tired of.
I stand, ignoring the creak in my knees, and slide in beside her. I wrap my arms around her, anchoring us both, because if I let go, I might float right the fuck away.
But I’m not letting go. Not now, not ever.
She’s still shivering, body scattered across the sheets like she survived a natural disaster. I push up on my elbows and cage her in, hungry for another taste of that wrecked, wild look in her eyes.
But I can’t get enough of her. Not with just my mouth. Not with just my hands.
I hook my arms under her back and haul her up the bed, dragging her head to the pillows. The way she looks at me right now, hair wild, flushed deep from her chest to her cheeks, lips parted and breathless. Fuck. I want to own this look forever.
I kiss her, slow and deep, swallowing the last tremors in her body.
Her arms come up, fists tangling in my hair again.
She tugs me down, greedy, like she hasn’t just melted under my mouth.
Her legs wrap around my waist, and the second she locks her heels behind my back, I almost lose it. My control barely hangs on.
I need her closer. I need to memorize every inch.
I kiss my way down her neck, tasting the salt still lingering there.
I cover her collarbone, her pulse, marking her with soft bites.
Every time I scrape my teeth along her skin, she gasps, arching into me.
Her hands roam, nails dragging over my scalp, then down my bare shoulders, leaving tracks that sting in the best way.
I find the edge of her ridiculous pink bra, and I don’t even bother with finesse. I grab the center and tear it open, the fabric giving with a satisfying snap. Her breasts spill free, nipples hard and begging for attention.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
I bury my face between them, breathing her in, then close my mouth over one nipple. I suck, slow and deliberate, letting my tongue circle and tease until she groans. Her back arches, shoving her chest into my face. I nip harder, and she moans a hungry noise that shoots straight to my cock.
I switch sides, giving the other nipple the same treatment. Kiss, then lick, then bite. I roll the nub between my lips, feeling her shudder with every touch. Daisy’s hands never leave my hair, guiding me, holding me, telling me exactly what she wants without saying a damn word.
Her legs tighten around me. Every inch of her is telling me that she’s ready, desperate, not even pretending to hide it.
I brace my weight on one forearm, the other hand guiding my cock to her soaked, swollen entrance. I drag the head up and down her slit, letting it get slick, teasing us both for a second before I start to push in.
Holy shit. My eyes cross and nearly roll back in my head.
She’s tight. Hot and wet and clamped around me from the very first inch.
I have to grit my teeth so I don’t come right fucking there.
Inch by inch, I work my way in, slow as I can, letting her adjust. Her nails dig into my biceps; her mouth drops open, and the sound she makes sends electricity shooting up my spine.
I watch her face the whole time. I want to see every second of this.
I push until I’m all the way inside. My cock throbs with the most delicious pleasure, every nerve ending stretched, like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this and finally she’s letting me in.
Her body fights, then melts, and the feeling of her wrapped around me, squeezing, nearly blanks out my brain.
I pull out, then thrust back in, slow and careful. I watch for any sign of pain, but she just stares at me like she wants to swallow me whole. Her hands claw at my back, nails scoring lines along my spine, dragging me down harder.
The noise she makes, every time I bottom out, is pure, desperate music to my ears.
I start to move faster. She takes everything I give her and then begs for more. Her hips rise to meet me, pelvis tilted just right so I hit her G-spot on every stroke. Her walls flutter around my cock, and I have to fight not to lose control.
My hand drops to her thigh, pinning her open. I reach between us with my thumb, circling her clit just to watch her lose composure entirely. At the first touch, she bucks, shoves up off the mattress, head rolling back.
“Oh my… God… Harrison…”
Her voice is raw, cracked, like I’m ruining her in all the right ways.
I work her clit, thumb pressing just hard enough to give her nowhere to hide. My cock pistons into her, burying deep, and her whole body bows off the bed. Her muscles clench down; I feel it all the way up my spine. My balls draw tight, and I know I’m seconds from coming.
I want us to finish together.
Her nails anchor in my shoulder, and she starts shaking again, body wrung out, sweat slick between her breasts. She’s beautiful with her eyes glazed, her lips bitten red, all her usual calm blown apart under me.
I thrust harder, chasing the edge. I’m right fucking there.
Then she breaks, body convulsing, inner muscles milking my cock in tight, brutal pulses. She comes hard, screaming my name, and that’s all it takes for me to lose my mind, finishing deep inside her, both of us shuddering, clutching, riding the aftershocks until we can’t move.
I collapse on top of her, supporting most of my weight on my elbows, face buried in her neck. Her arms wrap around me, hauling me in like she’ll never let go.
We just lie there, breath tangled, hearts racing, every inch of us slick and raw and happy.
I finally roll to the side, bringing her with me. She tucks in close and melts against me. I drape an arm over her waist and bury my nose in her hair, breathing her in. Everything smells like sex and roses and us.
Time passes, but I couldn’t tell you how much. At some point, we both drift, half-asleep, wrapped up and sticky and grinning.
Her alarm finally blares, phone vibrating against the side table.
I groan, refusing to move. “No way. Not getting up. Ever.”
Daisy just laughs, low and lazy, and wiggles deeper into my arms. “I don’t have a choice. I have a bar to run.”
“Then I’ll come help you.” I kiss her shoulder, claiming my territory.
She’s quiet, but her hand finds mine and threads our fingers together.
And if the world ends, right here, I’ll die pretty fucking happy.