Chapter 18 #2
I step closer and work my fingers into her hairline. My fingertips skim her scalp carefully, awkward for half a second before rhythm takes over. Slow circles. Gentle pressure.
This feels unbearably intimate.
She exhales. The kind of release people make without realizing.
“Oh,” she murmurs.
Heat rushes straight into my face.
“Too much?”
“No.”
Her eyes flutter shut. “No, don’t st—”
She cuts herself off. Then laughs once, embarrassed.
“You know what I mean.”
I smile despite myself. “Hot.”
“Shut up.”
But there’s no bite to it. Steam curls around us while I work through her hair, careful with her in ways I can’t explain.
Every now and then she bumps into me in the cramped space and mutters an apology.
Once she elbows me. Once I step on her foot.
The whole thing should feel ridiculous. Instead, it feels special in the most ordinary way.
Like care stripped down to its simplest form.
Like standing close enough to see somebody unguarded, and deciding to stay gentle with what they hand you.
She might not know it yet, but Daisy is the first person who has ever quieted my mind enough for instinct to drown out thought, leaving nothing but the simple, terrifying urge to stay close.
I detach the showerhead to rinse her hair, and her forehead rests against my chest. Her hands make their way around me, roaming over my back in the water. My breath hitches—I’m only just learning the terrifying shape of how much this woman matters to me.
I put the showerhead back and she looks up, eyes meeting mine.
“Can I take care of you now?” she asks playfully.
“Uh, yes?” As if that’s even a question worth asking.
Her hands find my hard cock and she smiles. What can I say? I’m naked and wet with a gorgeous woman in front of me. I’m only human.
Goosebumps pepper my skin as she strokes me.
Standing on her tiptoes, she leans up to capture my lips in a wet kiss.
Our tongues slide together as she keeps pumping my length.
She turns us so my back is toward the water spray, then she plants kisses from my neck to my collarbone, from my chest to my stomach, and I look down to see her drop to her knees.
I hold my breath, preparing to mentally list the locations of the last ten reported ghost sightings to keep myself from coming in the next five seconds.
Daisy licks precum off the head of my cock before taking me in her mouth. It’s hot and wet and perfect as she slides her mouth on and off of me, one hand holding tight at my base. She squeezes, looking up and meeting my gaze with a smirk.
“Fuck, Daisy,” I hiss, hand weaving into her hair to move her back onto my cock.
She runs her tongue over my tip, swirling around me as she brings me to the back of her throat. My dick twitches, and I need to steady myself with one hand on the shower wall. A groan escapes me before I can stop it, and the way Daisy takes me deeper makes it impossible to be sorry.
“You taste so good, Miles,” she says, popping off me.
Then she takes me again, flicking her tongue along the underside of my head, up-and-down and side-to-side, and she moans, the vibration sending shivers up my spine.
Daisy reaches up with her free hand and runs her nails down my chest. I throw my head back as the sensations bring me closer. My breathing picks up.
“Daisy, I’m gonna—”
She pops off my cock again. “Will you come on me?” she asks, eyes heavy.
Holy fuck. My eyes go wide as she stares up at me, still stroking me. This woman is unknowingly feeding every desire I’ve ever been too embarrassed or too shy to ask for.
I nod enthusiastically, and she smiles, bringing me back into her mouth and bobbing. A few more flicks of her tongue almost send me over the edge, and I’m pulling her off me by her hair.
She releases me, and I grab my dick, squeezing the tip just how I finish myself when I’m alone.
She watches me, entranced. Her hands are on her breasts, rubbing and pinching her nipples.
I grunt and spill my come all over her perfect tits, chest heaving as I still hold myself up against the tiled wall.
Daisy rubs my release into her skin, taking a finger and popping it into her mouth.
Her eyes roll back as she sucks it. I watch her in a daze, utterly obsessed with her in the most elemental way.
I reach down and pull her up, capturing her mouth. I can still taste me on her tongue, and it makes me groan. Daisy moans in response, sliding her tongue over my bottom lip. My arms wrap around her, pulling her sticky body close to mine as the water washes me off of her.
I’m delirious from hot steam and desire.
Daisy stands there flushed and damp and looking wrecked in that vulnerable, hungry way that makes my chest feel too full.
My hands roam her body, caressing in the warm water.
I cup her center with my palm, then run a finger through her slick heat.
She’s so wet and warm. Her hair sticks stubbornly to her shoulders, and I brush it aside to suck at her neck.
My thumb rubs circles on her clit, and she melts into me.
Before I can overthink it, I reach for the handheld showerhead again.
She blinks at me.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking care of you, remember?” I say, because apparently my mouth stopped consulting my brain twenty minutes ago.
Daisy lifts one brow.
“I’ll allow it,” she says, and I hook a hand under one of her knees, opening her up so the spray from the showerhead reaches her core.
Daisy jerks as the water hits her clit just right, murmuring curses into my shoulder. Her hips start to rock against the water, and her arms wrap around my neck, holding herself up. I change the pressure on the nozzle, and she cries out, teeth biting into me where her head rests against my chest.
The noises she’s making are enough to make me ready to go another round, blood rushing to my cock.
As if she can hear my thoughts, Daisy unwraps one of her arms and reaches down to stroke me again. Her touch sends shivers up my spine.
Instead of my incredibly sensitive dick, I focus on the water, on making Daisy feel good.
I move the showerhead back and forth across her center, listening to the sweet sound of her whimpers each time the water hits her bundle of nerves.
Daisy bites her lip, eyes screwed shut, as she writhes under the water pressure.
Her grip on my cock tightens as she climbs towards her own release. I want nothing more than to feel her wet pussy grip me instead.
“Fuck it,” I say, hastily putting the showerhead back up above us and spinning Daisy around so her front is pressed against the tiles. She whines at the loss of the hot water, garbled curses falling from her mouth.
I palm her ass, kneading my hands into her cheeks. I wouldn’t have considered myself an ass man, but I sure as hell am a Daisy man. She arches her back, pushing her ass into me and gasps when she feels my hard length against her.
“I could spend all day looking at you like this, Daisy. I want to split you in two,” I groan as I rub her wet back.
With one hand pushing down on her lower back, I reach around with the other and find her clit again, rubbing slow, small circles.
“Fuck me, Miles,” Daisy moans, turning her head to watch me.
Don’t need to ask me twice. I line my cock up at her entrance, and push in.
We both cry out, gasping for air, adjusting to the feeling.
I let out a long “Fuuuuck” as I roll my hips, driving deeper into her.
Daisy pushes back against me, and I revel in the sight of her. Her face is bare, flushed. Water strips us both clean. What we’re doing is raw.
Daisy’s arms are draped above her head, leaning into the wall. One of my hands grips her hip, and the other reaches forward. I lightly press my palm against her collarbone at first, but she nods and shifts so her neck’s in my grip. Fucking perfect.
Gripping her harder, I pound into her. Her tits bounce with each thrust. The water runs down her back, her body glistening in the fluorescent light. I’m already getting close when she reaches one hand down to rub her clit. Her needy whines grow into cries and praise as I keep my pace steady.
“I’m close, Miles. Don’t stop,” she begs.
My hand tightens on her neck, and she groans, pushing back into me and matching my thrusts.
I slam into her as she falls apart under me. My thrusts grow frantic as her pussy convulses around me, milking my cock until I’m following her over the edge.
I practically collapse over her, covering her back with mine. After we catch our breaths, I slip out of her, watching our release slide down her legs. Without thinking, I reach down and scoop it up with two fingers, pushing it back inside of her swollen pink pussy.
She looks over her shoulder at me with wide eyes, and I’m suddenly coming back to my body.
“Shit, sorry—” I stutter.
“No,” she stops me suddenly and spins around to face me. “No, I liked it.”
Again, fucking perfect.
I shake my head as we stare at each other, awestruck. I wrap her in my arms and kiss the top of her head. We stand under the water until it starts to cool, not because we need to, but because neither of us wants to be the first to step back into the world.
Eventually, Daisy presses her forehead to my chest and sighs.
“Can we just sleep in here?” she says.
I kiss the top of her head. “Pretty sure they’d kick us out once our time is up.”
She pinches my side.
“Ow.”
“You deserved that.”
“Probably.”
She looks up at me, eyes softer than I know what to do with.
Then the softness shifts into something practical.
Guarded.
Daisy again.
“Well, how are we getting out of here without anyone seeing?”
“I don’t know, but the marks on your neck might give it away.”
She grimaces, but smiles with a shrug of her shoulders.
“And you can’t go all alpha-protector in front of the group.”
I wince. “Was I doing that?”
“You were one growl away from needing a spray bottle.”
“That bad?”
“Medium bad.”
“I’ll work on it.”
“Good.”
A beat.