Daisy (Archer's Creek Book 2)

by Gemma Weir

  Eventually we pull apart and Daisy lies back against the pillows, tugging me down next to him. “I want you to wear my property patch.”

  “What does it mean?” I ask, my fingers drawing patterns on his t-shirt.

  “It just means that you’re mine, my old lady. It’s a smaller version of the cut I wear, with a patch that says ‘Property of Daisy’ on it.

  I stiffen. “I’m not property, Daisy.”

  “I know that. It just means that you’re my woman. The Sinners aren’t metrosexual pansies, baby, when we claim a woman they belong to us. You’re mine, but I’m yours too.”

  I frown and push myself up onto my elbows. “So, you belong to me?”

  “Angel, you’ve owned my ass since that day at the park.”

  Laughing, I settle back down onto Daisy’s chest. Reaching for the remote he turns the TV back on and we carry on watching the boxset we started earlier.

  A couple of hours later the heroes of the show are on the verge of defeating the bad guy when I start to yawn. “You want to shower tonight or in the morning?” Daisy asks

  “Tonight,” I say yawning again.

  Lifting me up he walks us to the bathroom door and gently lowers me to the floor. “Go shower, then we can get some sleep.”

  Nodding, I pad into the bathroom and turn on the shower. “Do you need another one of my shirts to sleep in?” Daisy shouts from the bedroom.

  “Yes please, and could you pass me my backpack.” A few moments later Daisy’s arm pushes through the door with my bag and a shirt clutched in his fist. Reaching up, I take my things from him and his hand disappears back through the gap. “Thank you,” I say, stripping out of my clothes and stepping into the hot shower.

  I wash quickly, then dry myself and re-dress in his shirt and a pair of my cotton panties. Wiping the mirror free of condensation, I look at my reflection—the bruises are still visible and my cheek is still a little puffy, but I’ve looked much worse in the past. Pulling the hair brush from my bag I quickly run it through my wet hair then plait it into a long braid that falls over my shoulder. I look so young. Daisy says he wants me, but when he could have women like Ali, how long can I hold his interest?

  Shaking my head, I ignore the insecurities that are trying to push their way into my thoughts. Daisy asked me to be his, he told me I was everything. If he wanted Ali he wouldn’t have said those things to me. I walk back into the bedroom. Daisy is lazily sprawled on the bed watching the TV so I make my way to the other side and climb in, lifting the cover up so I can crawl underneath.

  Daisy leans over and kisses me quickly then rolls off the bed. “I’m gonna take a shower, baby.”

  “Okay,” I say, watching his retreating back as he pulls his shirt over his head. The shower turns back on and steam billows from the open bathroom door. Tilting my head to the side I stare into the steamy room hoping for a glance at him. Before I get a chance to see anything the shower turns off and a wet Daisy walks out, wearing a towel wrapped around his hips and another slung over his shoulders.

  I blatantly watch as he drops the towel and slides on briefs. It’s the same routine that he did last night and just like before he starts to set up a pallet on the floor next to the bed. “Daisy.”

  “Yeah, baby,” he replies, not looking up.

  “You don’t need to do that.”

  He pauses and looks up at me. “Do what, Angel?”

  My cheeks flush red and I fidget with the edge of the quilt. “Sleep on the floor.”

  “That’s okay, I don’t mind.”

  “This is your bed, Daisy,” I say hoping he’ll understand what I’m making a mess of trying to tell him.

  “I know. My woman, in my bed,” he says grabbing a pillow and dropping it to the floor.

  “Daisy.”

  He stops and looks at me again.

  “I don’t want you to sleep on the floor. I want you to sleep in here, with me,” I say, forcing my eyes to stay locked with his.

  “What?”

  “Please don’t make me say it again,” I whisper, embarrassment coloring my cheeks.

  Daisy stares at me for a second and then sits down on the bed and pulls me into his lap. “Angel, you being my old lady now doesn’t change anything. I have no expectations. We’ll get to that side of things when you’re ready and whenever that is I’m okay with that. So much has happened in your life in the last few days and I don’t want you to do anything you’re not ready for.”

  “Daisy, I want you to sleep in the bed with me. I’m not saying it because I think you expect it, I’m saying it because I like lying in your arms.”

  Grabbing my chin, he lifts my face up so our eyes lock. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes,” I say, slowly leaning in to kiss him. He cradles me to his chest as I explore his lips and tentatively push my tongue into his mouth. Warm hands move up the length of my spine and one wraps around the back of my neck while the other tangles into my hair. Wiggling restlessly in his lap, my heart races and the steady ache between my legs becomes desperate for more. Pushing myself closer to him I freeze when my butt rubs against what I think is a very large, very hard erection.

  “Angel,” Daisy whispers pulling back from our kiss.

  I force open my eyes and look up at him. “That’s what you do to me, Angel, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever fucking laid eyes on. I want you baby, I’m not gonna lie, but only when you’re ready, okay?”

  I bite my lip, I want him too. But I have no idea what to do with him. I want to run my fingers across his tattooed skin and into the defined peaks and valleys of his muscled stomach. I want to follow the line of hair that disappears beneath his briefs, but I’ve never even seen a penis, apart from on TV and the internet. Right now, I really wish I wasn’t this clueless idiot who has no idea what she’s doing. Ali wouldn’t be unsure, she’d be naked and confidently having wild monkey sex with him right now. “I’m sorry,” I say and cover my face with my hands.

  “What the hell are you sorry for, Angel?” he asks, pulling my hands down and forcing me to look at him.

  “For being so clueless. You could have any woman you want, who would know how to do this. You shouldn’t be stuck in this PG-13 hell.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about, Angel?” he snaps at me. “I want you and only you. Do you have any idea how fucking sexy it is, knowing that no-one else has ever touched you? You’ve turned me into a fucking caveman, baby. I’m beating my chest and celebrating that you’re untouched. I’m gonna be the first and only man that gets to sink into your perfect pussy. God, I’m rock hard just thinking about it and I don’t care how long I have to wait for it. I get to teach you how to ride me and suck me and I can’t wait to explore every inch of you. You’re the holy fucking grail, Angel, and when you’re ready to give yourself to me, I already know you’ll be utter perfection.”

  My breathing has turned ragged and the ache between my legs has morphed into a pulsing heat. “I want that now,” I say, my voice barely audible.

  Daisy chuckles. “No baby, not tonight.”

  “I need…”

  “What do you need, Angel?” Daisy drawls, his voice smoky and low.

  “I don’t know,” I admit, ashamed and frustrated.

  “I think I know what you need. Do you ever touch yourself, Angel?”

  My cheeks burn red. Mortified, I focus on my hands and shake my head.

  “You’re telling me you’ve never pushed your hand inside your panties and stroked that virgin pussy, Angel?”

  “No,” I force out of my dry throat.

  “I don’t believe you. I think late at night you lie in your bed and stroke your hot clit until you come. Show me baby, touch yourself.”

  “I don’t. I’ve never,” I stutter.

  Daisy’s eyes widen for a second, then wordlessly he lifts me up and turns me so my back is to his chest and I’m sitting between his legs. He leans back against the wall and pulls me with him.

  His fingers tang
le with mine and he holds one of my hands against my stomach and then guides my other down my torso toward my panties. “Tell me if you want to stop,” he whispers against my ear.

  “Don’t stop,” I gasp as I watch his hand guide mine slowly beneath the waist of my white cotton panties.

  “This is what I was talking about, Angel. Lying in bed and pushing your fingers into your panties. Moving through your wet heat and moaning quietly when your finger slides over your needy clit.”

  As he whispers the words into my ear, he mimics the actions with our fingers, moving us over my skin until we meet the hot, wet folds between my legs. A tingling sensation pulses through me as he glides our fingers through the wetness that’s coated my sex and drags upwards until he pauses and circles. I moan when a glorious spasm of pleasure hits.

  “That’s it, baby. Circle your clit, tease yourself, so it doesn’t end too quickly.”

  His fingers move mine as he speaks, glancing over the sensitive peak then moving down to my center, only to drag more wetness back up and circle again. Heat pools in my stomach and butterflies dance as the sensations consume me.

  “Fuck, Angel, once you’re hot and ready then you slide a single finger into your wet pussy and push at the needy spot deep inside.”

  He pushes us back down to my center, untangling our fingers so that mine still while his moves further between my legs. My fingers rest on top of his hand and I grip him tightly as he pushes a finger slowly inside my hot sex. The feeling of fullness is blissful, and I moan through my ragged panting breaths. My head falls back against Daisy’s shoulder and I watch as he oh-so-slowly, pumps his finger into me.

  I gasp as he withdraws and then fills me again. His thumb lifts and he slowly starts to circle my clit. My back arches and the muscles in my thighs tense, a heaviness building in my sex as heat starts at my toes and slowly burns upwards.

  “Beautiful, Angel, so fucking perfect. Your pussy is so tight and you’re gripping my finger so hard. Focus on how it feels, baby, my finger deep inside of you, my thumb on your clit. I can feel you tightening around me. Come for me, Angel. Let it happen, let me see.”

  His words leave me breathless, the heat builds and builds and I pant. My sex burns, a painful bliss that I don’t understand, but never want to stop. His thumb pushes on my clit and I explode. My shoulders clench and I feel my body fold into itself; the tension releases and a wave of tingling floats over me. I groan with the sheer feeling of pleasure and gasp when the tension takes me again and another wave of tingling cascades through me.

  My head flops against Daisy and a desperate sigh escapes from me. My eyelids flutter open and I look down to where both mine and Daisy’s hands are still nestled inside my panties.

  “That was so fucking sexy, Angel. Watching you come is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen,” Daisy rasps.

  He slowly withdraws his hand, taking mine with it. Firm fingers grip my hips and I’m lifted into the air and turned so we’re face to face. His eyes are hooded, and his chest is rising and falling in ragged breaths. He stares at me for a moment, then slowly lifts the hand he used to pleasure me up to his mouth and sucks his fingers clean.

  I gasp.

  “You taste so fucking sweet, Angel,” he says and leans forward and kisses me. He releases me a moment later and then settles back against the pillows and pulls me to lie on his chest.

  “Sleep,” he whispers into my hair, and I fall asleep sated and listening to his heart beating beneath my ear.

  I fall asleep with a raging hard-on and wake up fucking rock hard again. Glancing at Angel, I plan to sneak out of bed and jerk off before she wakes up, but her gorgeous doe eyes are open and trained on the massive morning wood I’m sporting.

  “Morning, baby,” I croak out.

  “Morning,” she replies, never taking her eyes off my dick.

  “It’s my dick, Angel, it’s not gonna bite you. It’s morning and I’ve been lying in bed with you all night. I’d be worried if I didn’t wake up hard.”

  Her cheeks flush red and I immediately feel like a jackass for teasing her. “Come here,” I say and open my arms. She crawls against me and nestles into my chest.

  “I fucking love waking up next to you, baby,” I coo into her ear. My mind flicks back to last night and touching her for the first time. Fuck she was so perfect. I almost blew my load just watching her come.

  I never thought that something as simple as finger-fucking her would drive me so crazy, but her reactions were so honest and raw. I’ll wait as long as it takes for her to be ready, but God I want to fuck her so bad. I’ve gone without before, so it’s not just about the sex; it’s about her, everything is heightened with Angel.

  Her small body fits perfectly next to mine and I sigh contentedly. Her hand is resting on my chest and her fingers are drawing patterns along my skin. Her fingers slowly start to work their way from my chest and down over my abs. I smile to myself, watching as my girl tries to discreetly cop a feel of my toned muscles. I’m not ripped but I work out and my six pack is fairly defined.

  Angel’s fingertips hit the first set of muscles and a tiny tremor vibrates through her arm. She strokes across the peak of the muscle and into the valley, then back up again. Stifling a laugh, I watch her. She pauses for a moment and then breathes deep and continues her exploration. “What you doin’, baby?” I ask in amusement.

  “Nothing,” she says quickly and her hand freezes, immediately returning to my chest.

  Gently, I reach for her hand and place it back against my stomach. “You can touch, Angel.”

  “No, that’s, that’s errr, not what I was doing,” she stutters.

  “Bullshit. You were trying to cop a feel, baby. No need to lie about it. I like your hands on me, so have at it,” I say, smirking.

  I half expect her to pull away, embarrassed, but instead her hands tentatively move across my stomach. She lifts her head slightly from my chest and watches as she curves her fingers across my skin. Her hands are warm and her nails scrape gently up and over my abs.

  My cock twitches in my boxers and her movements falter. Her fingers gradually move lower and lower until her nails scrape along the waistband of my boxers. One finger pushes under the elastic and I reach up, placing my hand on top of hers, stopping her. “Baby, what’s the end game here?”

  “I don’t know. You’re, well you’re like that and I thought maybe, err, maybe I could do to you what you did to me last night.”

  I don’t need to see her face to know that it’s bright red with embarrassment. “I fucking love that you want to do that, baby, but I didn’t give you an orgasm last night hoping you’d return the favor.”

  “I know, I just wanted to, you know,” she mutters quietly.

  “Say it, baby. What do you want to do? If you want to touch my cock, all you got to do is ask. Hell, there’s no way I’ll ever say no. But I want you to tell me.”

  I feel her pull in a deep breath and then exhale the warm air against my ribs. “I want to touch you.”

  “I’m all yours, baby, but if you’re gonna touch me then I want to watch,” I say, lifting my hand from hers to push my boxers down my hips. My cock springs free and Angel gasps. I know I’ve got a big dick and honestly, I usually get a similar reaction from most women when they first lay eyes on me. But my chest swells and my cock jerks again at the sweet sound coming from her.

  Wrapping my arm around her, I lift her up, shuffling further up the bed so I can get the best possible view when she finally plucks up the courage to touch me. Her hand lifts into the air and then freezes. I hold my breath. The idea that she might stop before her fingers make it to my cock is unthinkable, so I stay quiet and try not to spook her. I don’t know if this is the first time she’s gotten this close to a cock; I kind of hope it is. Either way, now she’s offered it I’m fucking desperate for her to touch me.

  I watch as she tries to decide what to do. Her face either shows every thought she has or closes off so tightly she’s unread
able. I see the exact moment she decides to reach for me and when a single fingertip strokes across the head of my cock I almost come then and there.

  Silently, I watch her movements gain momentum. She strokes from the tip of my cock straight down the length of me to the trimmed patch of hair at my base. Her fingers tentatively wrap around my girth, not quite able to touch and then she stops.

  “What do I do? I want to make you feel good,” she whispers.

  “Are you sure? You don’t have to do anything, Angel. I don’t want to push you.” The words come out of my mouth, but my thoughts are begging her not to stop, begging her to wrap her hand around my cock and stroke me until I come.

  “I want to do this, but I need you to tell me what to do. I don’t… I’ve never…” Her words trail off.

  Her fingers are still around my dick, so covering her hand with mine, I close her palm tighter around my hard shaft. “Just like this, baby,” I say moving her hand up and down my length slowly. I let my hand drop to my side and she continues the movement. A bead of pre-cum pools at the top of my cock and her thumb slides over it as she reaches the top of my dick and slowly slides back down again.

  “That’s it, fuck, yeah just like that,” I say, letting my head fall back against the wall. Her face is fascinated and completely focused on her hand and my hard cock. Watching her jerk me off is driving me crazy and the first stirrings of my orgasm pool in my balls.

  “Hold me tighter,” I groan, my voice ragged and strained. She does as I ask, and her hand squeezes my cock and starts to move quicker, sliding confidently up and down my hard length. “Oh fuck, Angel that feels so fucking good.”

  More pre-cum seeps from the tip of my cock and I watch as she collects it with her fingers and spreads it down the length of me. Heat pools in my stomach and my balls feel heavy. All of the blood in my body rushes into my cock and lifting my head up I reach for Angel and pull her above me. Dragging up the shirt she’s wearing, I groan when her hand grips me tighter and I explode. Long lines of cum spray onto the perfect pale skin of her stomach. I tense again and another wave of cum hits her.