17. Wes
***Wes***
Itold myself not to go down to the kitchen.
Then I went anyway. I told myself not to stay in the kitchen, pretending to go through the books for the marina.
I stayed anyway. Of course, I stayed. Daisy was always in the kitchen before me, already tucked into whatever she was baking that morning.
That morning was no different. When I sat down at my side of the island Daisy was already elbow deep in a brightly colored dough.
Before I even opened my notebook she was blushing.
“I’m making rainbow cronuts. The kids saw a picture on my phone from the bakery and demanded to be treated fairly and fed cronuts.” She smiled but I watched it not fully reach her eyes. She glanced up at me and then away before our eyes could linger. “I’ll let you focus on your work.”
Our normal silence was peaceful and comforting.
That morning, it was heavy and made my skin feel a few sizes too small for my body.
I couldn’t keep my eyes on my work, not with Daisy less than five feet from me.
She’d admitted that she was attracted to us, to me.
That information had kept me up half the night, until I’d had to jack off like a teenager to pass out.
It did nothing to help me keep my promise to keep my hands to myself that she was in another one of her figure-hugging dresses.
The apron somehow made her tits look even sexier and when she bent over to get something out of the oven, I saw she had on thigh-high tights with seams up the back that felt like landing markers for my mouth.
“You’re staring.” Daisy pressed her hands down on the island hard enough to make her fingers pale.
I gave up on pretending to be interested in my notebook and closed it. Standing, I walked around the island to the sink. I told myself it wasn’t to be closer to her. I took my time washing my hands and trying to think of something- anything- to say that would make things easier. “I wasn’t staring.”
She didn’t respond, leaving me to suffer in silence with the fact that all I could think of to say was that.
I shut the water off and stood there letting my hands drip dry.
I kept opening my mouth to break the tension but there was nothing useful popping into my mind, only thoughts of running my fingers up the backs of her stockings.
Daisy moved into my space with flour on her hands and a hesitant look in her eyes.
I needed to move out of the way but I found myself turning the water back on and planting my feet.
She had to press into my side to reach the water.
The sweet scent of her was intoxicating from that close.
Even while telling myself that I was being a fucking creep I found myself leaning down to inhale more of her.
She froze, breath catching in her throat.
Her teal eyes flicked up to mine but moved swiftly back down to her hands.
Her lips were painted red even at five in the morning and it was impossible not to watch them as they opened and closed around words she didn’t actually speak.
She glanced up at me once more before looking at the soap dispenser on the other side of the sink.
My body fully stopped listening to my brain.
I rested my hand on her waist and held my breath as she squeezed her body between mine and the cabinet.
Pinned between two immoveable objects, Daisy carried on with shaky hands and ragged breath.
Her full ass pressed directly into my rapidly hardening dick and any semblance of control walked itself right out the door.
My other hand came up to grip her other side and I held her there with all the evidence of my longing digging into the center of her ass.
The water still ran as she dropped her head back on my chest and rested her soapy hands over mine. “Wes…”
I rolled my hips into her ass and lowered my mouth to her ear. “This is wrong.”
She let out a small laugh and then grunted when I thrust harder, knocking her thighs into the cabinet. Her breathing changed again, coming faster. “It’s so wrong.”
I slid my hand from her waist down to her thigh, hooking it beneath her dress and gently tracing the top of her stockings. “I stopped caring when I saw these.”
She tilted her head to look up at me again. “It’s too much, Wes. I’ve never felt this empty. I think something is wrong with me.”
I moved my hand to the back of her knee and yanked her leg up so she was spread open. My blood was on fire, my body was already rutting into her, and no matter how much I tried to regain my senses, I couldn’t. I felt three fucking years of desire slamming into me all at once and I lost all decency.
“Keep your leg up.” The growled words against her neck made her shudder.
With a hungry growl I slid my hand up her thigh and cupped her pussy over her panties.
I squeezed it and then shoved her panties to the side so I could coat my fingers in the juices flooding her hot cunt.
With my mouth against her ear, I pushed two thick fingers inside her swirled them, stretching her to take my cock.
“I can’t go slow. Tell me this is what you want.
I swear to God I’ll fill you up, Daisy. I’ll give you what you need. ”
She clamped down on my fingers and let out a needy cry that had me yanking my fingers out of her to rip my jeans low enough to free my dick. I had the tip pressed against her dripping lips before she could form words. “Don’t want slow. Take me hard and fast, Wes.”
“Goddammit. You deserve more than this.” Knowing it didn’t stop me from covering her mouth with the hand covered in her pussy juices and slamming into her core like I hated her.
I gave her what she asked for instead of what she deserved.
I gave her hard and fast against the kitchen counter with all of our clothes still on.
I gave her a side of me I hadn’t known existed.
I buried every inch of my cock as deep as I could get it and felt her body convulse.
“You don’t want more than this, though, do you?
You want to be pinned to the counter and fucked like someone off the street.
You want me to smear your pussy cream all over your face as I beat this pussy up, don’t you? ”
The words were from some place deep in me that I’d never allowed to escape. They were filthy and wrong, said to the woman who was supposed to marry my baby brother one day.
Thinking about her with Tyler made the new animalistic side of me go off the rails.
I grabbed the back of her hair and twisted her head to the side so her eyes were on mine.
Snapping my hips back and forth, I fucked her harder than I’d ever fucked anyone.
I felt like I was going to break her but her eyes weren’t filled with pain. They were filled with pure bliss.
“He didn’t fuck you like this. He didn’t leave you swollen and sore.
He couldn’t hit the back of your pussy like I can.
You feel that, Daisy? You feel how deep I am?
Your pussy is taking me like a champ, isn’t it?
I want to fuck you so hard you forget him.
I want to fuck you so hard you can’t walk.
I want to ruin you. And you want to be ruined, don’t you?
You love it. Don’t you? If he walked in right now you’d beg me to keep going, wouldn’t you? ”
Daisy’s eyes rolled as she came hard, her walls clamping down on my cock until it was hard to move in her.
She screamed into my hand and then gritted her teeth to shove my hand away without her screams escaping.
“Don’t fucking stop. Come in me, Wes. Jesus, fuck, come in me. Please, God. He never did.”
That was all I needed to hear. I pulled her leg down and pressed down on her shoulders until she was folded in half over the sink with the water still running.
I fucked her harder somehow, hard enough that the cabinet squeaked and my body burned.
Knowing he’d never come inside her perfect pussy fucked with my head and had me imagining my come overflowing from her unprotected cunt.
“Come in me, Wes. Oh, God, fill me up.” Daisy was still coming, still shaking beneath me, walls still rolling over my cock with each stroke. She was as lost as me because she chanted the words, begging me to come inside her over and over again.
I railed her so hard the sounds were starting to get dangerously loud. She was right, though. Tyler could’ve walked in and he would’ve had to watch me finish in the woman he’d lost. The idea was enough to spur the new, twisted side of me on.
I bent over her and raked my teeth over her shoulder before growling into her ear like a beast. “If he walked in right now he’d have to stand there and watch me finish.
I’d make him watch your pussy drip with my come and then I’d fuck you all over again just to show him that you aren’t his.
I’d make him listen to you beg for my cock.
And you’d come over and over again, wouldn’t you?
You’d spread yourself open for me in front of him and let me fuck you like a greedy slut.
Say it. Say you’d let me fuck you while he watched. ”
Tears leaked from her eyes as she came again, even harder than the first time, both without me touching her clit even once. “I’d beg you to fuck me in front of him like a greedy slut, Wes. I’d beg you to fuck me full of your seed until you knocked me up while he watched.”
A loud, harsh groan broke out of me as her words pushed me over the edge.
I started coming, and that first jet of come was forceful enough that I knew it hit her cervix, and I wondered if I should pull out for a quarter of a second.
I didn’t. I wanted every drop I had inside her to do whatever it was going to do.
I could feel Daisy coming again with me and reached down to rip her panties out of the way so I could rub her clit. Her orgasm went on and on, milking me until I had nothing left, until I was one hundred percent sure I’d left everything I had inside her, until I was sure she was already pregnant.
Post nut clarity should’ve made me step back and see how crazy I’d just been but it didn’t happen. I kept my dick buried inside her coated cunt and caught my breath on top of her.
“He never made me come like that…” Her quiet admission had my still half-hard dick hardening fully again. She groaned, already sore from the work out I’d given her.
I slowly eased out of her and felt the loss immediately. I had a thousand things I wanted to say but my mouth had finally run out of fuel. I stepped back and watched my come ooze out of her swollen core. My fists clenched with how badly I wanted to take a picture of the image to save it forever.
“Wes?”
I didn’t get to answer. The sound of a door opening upstairs had us both freezing and then shooting into gear like we’d been threatened.
I yanked my pants up and grabbed my notebook, pausing at the back stairway long enough to look at her.
She was already mostly put back together, the only sign of anything happening was the back of her hair.
“Talk later?”
She nodded quickly as she ran her hands over her hair. “Um, yeah. We should.”
Halfway up the stairs the doubt and self-incrimination started.
By the top step I’d brought guilt to the party and felt like throwing up over what I’d just done and said.
When I reached my room, thoughts of Hazel’s mom were hitting me like a thousand gut punches.
I accidentally slammed the door and then leaned against it. What the fuck had I just done?