CHAPTER FIFTEEN
TRISTAN
I breathed, but I still felt like I was submerged in water. This fucking woman deprived me of oxygen, made my head swim, and my vision fog.
My favorite taste was her mouth, her skin, the wet heat between her legs. I kissed her mouth, but I wanted to kiss her everywhere else. All the fucking time. Run my tongue along her naked flesh and suck at every curve. The urge to mark her was overwhelming—
And I loved her fucking sounds.
Oh, God.
I kissed her just to hear her breath catch. I sucked her tongue and ran my hand down her little body so I could hear that cock-hardening moan she tried to suppress.
I laid her down on that dock, her beautiful back pressed against the wood as I caressed her, taking my time even though all I wanted was more.
“Daisy.”
I worshipped her name. It was its own language in my head.
Daisy fucking Daisy fucking Daisy.
DaisyDazeDaisyFuckingDaisyAllDayLong.
Where did you come from, Daisy?
How did you know to find me?
I am so fucked up, Daisy. You would have nothing to do with me if you knew how angry and mean I could be.
Daisy.
Fuck, Daisy.
My kiss deepened. My tongue searched her mouth. My cock pulsed in my pants as I slid a shaky hand up her leg. Under her dress. Over her underwear.
My thumb brushed along her pussy—
She jolted, gasping into my mouth.
I stilled. “Tell me to stop.”
“Don’t stop.”
I couldn’t recognize my own voice when I asked, “Did you like that, Daze?”
Gruff and desperate.
I sucked her bottom lip as I repeated the motion, running my fingers along her folds and rubbing her slowly as she groaned into the encroaching night.
I pulled back just enough to watch her pleasure. Her eyes were shut, her mouth gaping open. Her hips rocked against my hand.
“Pull the strap down,” I whispered.
She didn’t hesitate. Lost in pleasure, she shakily slipped one strap from her shoulder and tugged the dress down far enough to expose one cup of her bra. I stopped stroking her long enough to pull the cup down.
My teeth clenched as her breast came free.
So fucking hot. Her perfect fucking tits.
I dropped my head and took her nipple into my mouth as I returned my hand to her pussy. This time, I slipped beneath her underwear and parted her slick folds, running the tips of my fingers over her clit and opening.
She bucked again, moaning into the air as I feverishly sucked her nipple and stroked her.
Gentle.
Never fast.
Daisy responded when I took my time and built her up. Only when she reached the crest of pleasure, when she was right there at the edge, did I slide my middle finger deep inside her, filling her as she convulsed.
“Tristan,” she moaned.
It made me deliriously desperate, hearing my name on her lips when she came.
Her tight walls trembled around my finger, pulsing with her orgasm as she cried out, her nipple still caught between my lips.
I swiftly slipped my finger out, tucked her perfect tits back into her bra, and pulled the dress over her.
As she lay there in ecstasy, her eyes shut and her red mouth parted, I sucked my finger, groaning at the taste of her. As much as I liked touching her, I would have preferred my mouth doing the work, if only so I could lap at her wetness.
You’re fucking me up.
She was.
Truly.
I dropped down beside her and rubbed at my face, unable to concentrate on anything but Daisy. I wanted to hold her, kiss her again, lick at her skin—
I was turning into a fucking animal.
I clenched my hands and resisted as my cock strained against my pants.
Then I felt her hands.
I stopped breathing as she undid my pants, pulling down my zipper with shaky fingers. I looked down at her. Her hair was wild, her cheeks red and full of heat.
I wanted to savor this moment.
Remember her face.
Have it imprinted in my memory forever.
She was so fucking beautiful.
She freed my cock and wrapped her pretty little mouth around it. She sucked it like a fucking lollipop, and I jolted beneath her, shocked by how abruptly she took me. By how fucking hot and spontaneous this was.
Pleasure pulsed through me. I shook, my teeth clenched as she refused to slow down. I grew harder as she edged me closer, drinking down my precum and accepting every inch she could fit into her mouth.
Just the sight of her—this modest fucking beauty with the sad eyes—doing this to me drew me painfully close to erupting.
My hand flew to her head. She tensed a little, but then relaxed as I gently ran my fingers through the strands of her hair.
She seemed to like that.
She sucked me harder, and I groaned, shaking and flustered and dizzy with pleasure.
I was going to come.
“Give me your eyes,” I pleaded.
My heart was beating wildly. It was going to burst out of my fucking chest.
The second her eyes flicked to mine, that aching tether between us followed like a zap of awareness.
I felt her stare in every part of my being.
“Daze…”
I came.
Hard.
And she accepted it down her throat almost greedily.
My vision spun, and I lay there spent and panting, my eyes unfocused as I stared at the dark sky above.
Dazed.
Fucking dazed.
Not for the first time, the questions slammed into me, and I swallowed them down.
Where did you come from, Daisy?
What is your story?