Daisy (Archer's Creek Book 2)

by Gemma Weir

  “Jesus, baby, I’m close,” Daisy gasps. His lips find mine and he kisses me. His tongue moves against mine in rhythm with his thrusts and every time he pushes back into me a burst of something sparks. The feeling is intense and painful, but addictive, and I find myself moving with him, searching for it.

  “I’m gonna come, Angel. Your pussy’s strangling my cock and I can’t hold back anymore,” Daisy groans against my lips. He pulls back and then pushes into me deeper than before. His back clenches beneath my hands and he moans loudly into my ear. His movements become frantic, his hips plunge back and forth, and his cock impales me again and again. After one final thrust he cries out, his moan guttural and tortured, then his muscles relax and he exhales a contented sigh against my cheek.

  His cock is still buried deep within me, his weight rests on me and I run my hands up and down his back, caressing his muscles.

  “I love you,” he whispers.

  “I love you.”

  I hiss when he pulls out of me, my sex protesting painfully. Daisy sits up between my legs and I can see the red blood coating the condom.

  “Come on, baby, let’s get you in the shower, then I’m gonna make up for you not coming. I promise you, Angel, this is the one and only time we’ll ever have sex without you coming. Next time I’m gonna make you scream my name and come over and over with my cock buried deep inside you.”

  I watch as he pulls the condom off and drops it into the wastebasket. He strips my property cut from my shoulders, lifting me from the bed and carrying me to the shower. Silently, I watch him test the water and when he holds out his hand to me I take it.

  The warm water runs over my skin and my tense muscles ease. Closing my eyes, I luxuriate under the cascade of the shower, jumping when a hand runs across my stomach. Forcing my eyes open I look down to watch Daisy’s soapy fingers leave a line of bubbles across my skin. He washes me with reverence; his hands touch me everywhere, carefully removing all of the blood from my sex and thighs. He washes my hair and then I do the same for him. We don’t talk, we don’t need to.

  My first sexual experience wasn’t what I was expecting, but it was with him and that alone made it perfect.

  Daisy turns off the shower and then steps out first, holding a towel open for me to step into. He wraps it around me and then grabs another for himself. He dries his skin quickly and then does the same for me.

  I giggle when he drops the towel to the floor and lifts me into the air.

  “Come on, Angel, time to make you come.”

  Lowering me to the bed he drops a small kiss against my lips. His naked body is beautiful and his cock is hard again. I wait for him to climb above me, but he doesn’t; instead his eyes rake over my body, taking in my nakedness.

  “I’m a fucking lucky man,” he drawls.

  Lifting one of my legs he kisses my foot, then my ankle. His tongue trails a hot wet path up my shin and another featherlight kiss is pressed against my knee. He lowers my leg to the bed and then lifts the other and follows the same pattern, tiny kisses and warm caresses. When he’s finished, he lowers that leg to the bed and finally crawls beside me onto the mattress.

  I squirm in anticipation, waiting for his talented tongue to find its way to my sex. He places a fingertip on each of my legs, just above my knee and then he draws patterns on my skin. Circles and swirls leave a path of tingling sensation behind them as they decorate every inch of my thighs with an invisible mural.

  I wait for his fingers to pass over my sex, but every time the swirling patterns reach the apex of my thighs, the pattern turns and swirls in the opposite direction. Closing my eyes, I indulge in the sensation of his touch and my breathing becomes ragged, as he edges closer and closer to where I need him to be, only to move away again.

  I hold my breath as his fingers brush against the folds of my sex. I wait for his touch but instead of him finally circling my clit, he swirls upwards and across my hips, onto my stomach.

  The swirling stops and is replaced by his tongue gently winding its way along my ribs. Air hits the wet trail and my skin instantly cools, leaving me feeling like his touch is actually marking me. I shudder when his mouth pauses over my breast and I can feel the heat of his breath.

  I need him to touch me; my skin feels hypersensitive, and the anticipation builds when I see his pink tongue dip out of his mouth and pause mere millimeters from the tip of my nipple.

  Tipping my head back, I try to move my breast up to greet his tongue but as if he is expecting me to do it, Daisy’s head is gone before my skin makes contact with his mouth. Daisy starts at my ribs on the other side of my body and his tongue follows the same path. When his hot breath heats my nipple this time I gasp, hoping, desperate, that he’ll touch me properly.

  His chuckle is low and laced with unrepentant amusement. His mouth doesn’t close around my heaving breast, instead he pulls back and his fingers take over again. One hand lifts to the side of my face. His fingers comb back my hair, pushing it behind my ear and then trail down my jaw until they reach my chin. A finger lifts and Daisy’s lips meet mine, the kiss is languid and slow.

  His tongue pushes gently into my mouth and when he strokes my tongue with his, a fingertip drags across the underside of my breast and across the tip of my nipple. I gasp into Daisy’s mouth, but the kiss continues, slow and deep and sensual.

  His finger disappears from my breast only to scrape across the inside of my thigh a moment later. A touch swirls along the length of my arm only to disappear and then reappear at the base of my neck.

  Daisy’s featherlight touch is teasing me, a trail of tingles are left in the wake of his barely there caresses and with every stroke, swirl or sweep of his fingers or tongue I’m left desperate for more.

  My body sways into his touch, willing him to move to the places I need him. When a single fingertip strokes across my nipple I cry out. Daisy’s lips swallow the sound, and the noise dies in my throat when he starts a pattern of lines, crisscrossing back and forth over my sensitized peak.

  Daisy pulls back from our kiss and when our eyes meet, his are full of mischief and lust. My limbs tingle and ache with the need for more, all of the pain between my legs forgotten. His teasing is pushing me closer and closer to desperation and begging him to do something, anything, to make me come.

  He moves to my other breast and the pattern of back and forth across my nipple starts again. I can’t take any more, my body is writhing, and I feel like I’ll go mad if he doesn’t do something. “Daisy, please. God, please touch me. Please,” I beg.

  A single finger runs across my mound and I cry out, pushing my needy pussy into his hand. His fingers leave my breast and he moves down the bed until his face is level with my sex. I can feel his hot breath against my skin and a trail of goose bumps surface. My hips start to writhe of their own volition and my fingers twist into the sheets beneath me.

  Small kisses feather my thighs. Tiny touches that only heighten the frenzy of lust, never staying in one place long enough to satisfy my desire. I twist, moving away from him, then closer to him again as my clouded brain tries to process what I need. A sharp pain snaps at my thigh and I cry out from the heat and pleasure that flows from the spot where he bit me.

  “Easy, baby,” he coos.

  Squeezing my eyes tightly shut, I wait for his touch. My brain whirls with expectation, hoping his fingers will finally move to my aching desperate sex. Cool air wafts across my stomach and moves down between my legs. Instinctively parting my thighs, Daisy blows across my clit. Crying out, everything happens at once. His tongue hits my clit as his fingertip squeezes my nipple. My body explodes with sensation, white light flashes behind my closed eyes and my entire body arches from the bed.

  His tongue rapidly licks at my sex, my clit, and then pushes into me briefly only to quickly move back to my clit again. Pressure pools in my stomach and a fire lights up my body as I detonate and an orgasm cascades from me.

  A keening cry escapes from my mouth and I start to shudder
. My orgasm begins to fade but Daisy’s tongue moves faster and faster against my clit and the sensations rise again. Sparks and tingles start in my toes and speed upwards, my stomach muscles tense and I feel my limbs try to fold into the sensation.

  Moaning loudly, I squeeze my legs together. The pleasure is too much, and I can’t stand it anymore. “No more, I can’t, oh God, I can’t.” I cry.

  “I could watch you come all day. You’re so fucking beautiful.” Daisy nips at my thigh playfully then climbs across me, pulling me into his side.

  My muscles are lax and I melt into Daisy’s side. Lethargy washes over me and my eyes fall closed . “I love you,” I slur into his chest.

  He chuckles lightly. “I love you too, Angel. Sleep now, I’ll wake you up in a couple of hours.”

  I try to nod, but I’m not sure if it works or not. Unconsciousness takes me quickly and I fall asleep in the arms of the man I love.

  Angel’s naked body is pressed close against mine and I can feel her chest rising and falling as she sleeps peacefully. I love her. I knew what I was feeling, but I hadn’t planned to blurt it out the way I had last night, and I really hadn’t expected her to tell me she loved me too.

  She’s so innocent—too perfect, too pure. She’s been my Angel since that very first time I saw her, and I’ll do whatever I have to do, to keep her safe and protected. Fate might have given us a fucked-up path to each other, but now I have her I don’t ever want to be without her again.

  She gave me her virginity. No woman has ever offered me that before. Probably because the women I’ve been fucking weren’t sweet and untouched; in fact most of them were wild and unrestrained. Angel wanted me to be her first. I’m the first man to ever slide into her perfect fucking pussy and I’ll be the last, she’s one hundred percent only mine.

  That’s a heady fucking feeling, I’m the only person who’ll ever know what she looks like when she comes. I’m the only person who’ll ever know what her pussy feels like when it’s clamped around my fingers or my cock. I’m the only person who’ll ever get to sleep with her naked body curled up next to them.

  I don’t deserve her, but I want her anyway.

  A white halo of her hair’s spread out across my arms, and she truly looks like an angel. Being inside her was better than anything I’ve ever felt before, she was so tight I could barely move. I need to ask her to get on some birth control because I want to feel her without a condom between us.

  I’ve always been careful. The idea of going in any pussy bareback just seemed stupid, especially with the women I’ve fucked in the past. They were just a way to pass the time, only using each other to scratch an itch. I never dated, I never wanted to. Until I found Angel, I’ve never wanted to get to know a woman, why would I?

  But she’s changed everything.

  Dealing with her dad today had been a shit storm. I knew it would be bad but fuck he’s a serious piece of work. He spoke to Angel like she was a dog needing to be brought to heel. I never knew my parents, but I know that’s not how you speak to your kid. If Angel and I had a child, I’d love that baby more than anything else, I wouldn’t treat it like a commodity.

  Her dad isn’t going to go away quietly. Carduccio’s gone and I don’t think he’s coming back, but if Angel’s dad can’t repay his loan, things are about to get uglier. I’ll do anything I can to make sure that his shit doesn’t blow back on Angel again. She’s my old lady and a Sinner now, and the Sinners look after their own. I know Anders and Blade and the rest of the club will do everything they can to protect her, but she’s my responsibility.

  I’ve never loved anyone, or had anything worth keeping safe before, but I’ll never let anything happen to her. In such a short amount of time she’s become vital to me, she’s everything.

  I don’t know how long I lie watching her sleep, but when her eyes start to flutter open, the warm sun has faded and a quiet darkness has taken its place.

  “Hi,” she says, her voice sleepy.

  “Hi.”

  “Have you been watching me sleep?”

  I chuckle lightly. “Yeah.”

  “That’s weird.”

  “I know. I love you though, so I think it’s okay,” I reply.

  Her face breaks into a glorious smile. “I love you too.”

  “You want to get dressed and go get a drink or you want to hide out in our bubble tonight? Either way I need to feed you so it’s up to you.”

  She thinks about it for a minute. “What would you be doing if I wasn’t here?”

  “I’d either be over at Beavers or I’d be playing some pool and having a few drinks.”

  “What’s Beavers?” She asks.

  “Err, I work security over at the titty bar that Grits runs a few days a week,” I say, cautious of her reaction at knowing I spend my time watching strippers.

  “Oh. Should you have been there the last couple of days while you’ve been with me?”

  I smile at her. I don’t know if the naked woman thing hasn’t sunk in with her yet or if she just isn’t bothered. “Yeah, but it’s okay. Smoke’s been covering my days.”

  “I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me,” she replies earnestly.

  “So you don’t mind that I work in a strip club?” I ask.

  Her brow wrinkles. “I can’t tell you what to do, Daisy.”

  “Sure you can. You’re my old lady,” I say.

  “Daisy, do you love me? Are we together, as in me, you, and no one else?”

  “Of course we are. You’re mine and I’m yours, no-one else gets to touch you and I don’t want anyone but you.” I growl.

  A small blush covers her cheeks. “Okay then.”

  I start to speak but I can’t find any words. She just left me dumbstruck and in awe of her faith in me. I try to speak again, then close my mouth. She’s right, there’s nothing left to say. I love her, she loves me and that’s enough. She doesn’t need to worry about me being around other women, because now I know she exists, why the fuck would I want anyone else? I’m not worthy of her, but I’ll fucking fight tooth and nail to keep her. She’s what I’ve been waiting my whole life for, she’s my future.

  “I don’t want to keep you away from all of your friends, let’s get up and go have a drink,” she says sweetly.

  Quickly rolling her beneath me I kiss her. “I don’t like any of them as much I do you. Plus, you’re naked. I’m a big fan of naked.”

  She giggles and wraps her arms around my neck.

  “You sore?” I ask.

  She looks away from me and the blush that had faded, blooms back into her cheeks. “A little.”

  “Then, yeah, we need to get out of this room. I want to fuck you again, baby, but you’re sore and I don’t want to hurt you. Next time I take that pussy of yours I want you to come. I hate that you didn’t today, and I don’t plan on that ever happening again. I want you seeing stars and screaming my name every time my cock’s inside of you.”

  Her eyes widen in shock. I normally try to tone down the dirty talk around her, but I took her virginity tonight, she’s not so innocent anymore. I want to tell my girl all the dirty things I plan to do to her. I want to make her cheeks turn pink, then get her so riled up she’s squirming and needy. But tonight she’s sore, so I need to get her out of bed and into some clothes before her naked body becomes a temptation I can’t resist.

  “Come on, Angel, get that sexy ass into some clothes and let’s go play some pool,” I say climbing out of bed, then lifting her up and swatting her on the ass. The moment she’s standing naked in front of me, I watch as she tries to cover herself from me with her arms. “Angel, I’ve seen you naked. I’ve licked or kissed almost every inch of you.”

  “Hmm, I know, but that’s different. I can’t just wander around with no clothes on,” she says fighting to hide her discomfort.

  I laugh. “I want you to wander around with no clothes on. In fact, I think that our room should be a clothes free zone, and you should be naked all of the
time.”

  “Daisy,” she says with an amused gasp.

  Rolling my eyes, I grab my t-shirt from the floor. Pulling it over her head, I drag her close to me and cup her ass with both of my hands. “Is that better?”

  She nods and stands on her tiptoes, kissing me lightly. “I’ll get dressed.”

  Reluctantly, I release her and watch as she pads over to the closet and pulls open the door. My cock twitches and I will it to calm the fuck down. Grabbing jeans and a clean shirt from the dresser, I pull them on quickly not bothering with underwear. I slide on my cut and then settle back onto the bed to watch Angel.

  She pulls down a shirt and some shorts, then she seems to pause. “What’s up, baby?” I ask.

  Spinning around to face me, her eyes are wide and she’s gripping something in her hands. “Er, Grits got me some underwear, and it’s not exactly what I’m used to wearing. I need to do laundry, all of mine I brought with me are dirty.”

  Smirking, I raise an eyebrow at her. “Put them on, let me see.”

  She bites her bottom lip, then steps into the panties and pulls them up her legs. My shirt hides them from view, so I crook a finger at her and beckon her over. Turning quickly, she grabs the outfit she’s chosen and then slowly walks to me.

  Taking the clothes from her, I drop them onto the bed and pull her between my legs. I slide my palms under the hem of my shirt and slowly lift it, so I can get a look at her. The panties are a pale pink and made of satin, they’re pretty but fairly modest. “What’s up with them? You don’t like the satiny fabric?”

  “Err, no, the fabric is soft and lovely, it’s just that…” Her voice fades off and I still don’t know what the problem is. Dropping my shirt, I reach around her and cup her ass.

  My palms hit warm, soft skin. Smiling widely, I spin her around so she’s facing the other way, lift my shirt again and get the most amazing view of Angel’s ass, perfectly displayed in a G-string. “Oh, fuck me. Remind me to kiss Grits next time I see her. Your ass in this thong is a thing of fucking beauty.”