When I announced that I decided on a college, Dad was thrilled and so happy for me. But I could see in my mom’s eyes, that she wasn’t as convinced that I was as happy as I was pretending to be. We have yet to talk about it, but I know the conversation is coming. Again, she totally understood me wanting to have free time before college started, when I said I didn’t want to work at the summer camp. My dad, on the other hand, smiled and nodded, but didn’t like my decision. That night I imagined my mom talking to him and telling him that it was fine for me to have one summer of freedom since my mom’s all about living life and doing what you want. She smiles at me and kisses my temple and I put my arm over her shoulders because I tower over her.
“How are you?” she asks me.
“Good,” I reply.
She looks at me, then looks at me again. Her eyes surveying me, oh my God, do I have a hickey or something? I cock my head.
“What?”
“Hmm,” she says. “You look, glowy or something,” she adds, “I’m so happy you’re out of your dour mood.”
She’s referring to when Wyatt had left and I was all ‘fuck the world.’ I shrug my shoulders and turn my attention toward the girls. Not wanting to even seem like I know why I would be appearing to look like a new woman. Maven tells them to take Ruby out back to the play set and hang out until her and Dornan are done for the day since the inside of the shops not that big for all of us. Just then, I see my dad and Wyatt enter the office from the garage door. My dad nods at me while Wyatt’s eyes lock onto mine, and instantly I feel warm.
“Daisy,” my dad greets me.
“Hi, Dad…Wyatt,” I reply.
Dad’s talking to a customer, I assume the one whose car they’re working on. But the words are an echo as Wyatt looks me up and down, his eyes focusing on the crotch of my pants as he walks over toward the empty counter beside me. I know I don’t have camel toe, but these pants leave little to the imagination. Actually, I had to change the original pair I had on because you could clearly see the outline of my piercing, but I wonder if he can actually see it, or is just picturing it. My nipples bud up tight, my heart racing as I fight the pull to go to him. Mom resumes her seat at her desk and Wyatt moves beside me to the counter, turning his attention to my dad and his back to me. His arm brushes mine as he bends one arm onto the counter which is high, practically coming up to my breasts. My dad continues to talk about something carburetor related, my mom fixated on him, along with everyone else standing here. My attention’s drifted out the window to the lot of the shop since the mountain before me has blocked everyone from my view. Then, I gasp slightly as I feel a hand between my legs.
My head snaps toward Wyatt’s back, looking down to confirm that even though he’s still facing my dad, his hand’s definitely sliding up the inside of my thigh. He’s reaching back, showing me the veiny paler flesh of his under forearm. My eyes dart around the room, there’s no one outside paying attention to us, and no one in the garage can see me from here. His thick fingers slide over my vagina, the roughness of his skin snagging on the material of my pants. When the tip of his index finger runs up over my piercing, I wrap my hands around his wrist, pulling him over me there again. My heart’s pounding like a drum line, the feeling that we could be caught, the adrenaline of him touching me. I rock closer, his long fingers reaching and spreading. He manages to slide fingers on either side of my lips, palming my clit, and back to my anus. My belly quivers, wishing I would’ve put the plug in so he could feel it. Thankfully the garage sounds are loud, covering my breath hitching, my quick pants. Without being too obvious, I slide one hand over to his ass, looking around again before I run my hand between his legs. The muscles in his back tense beneath his shirt, I do it again and watch as his head drops. My finger runs up between his ass cheeks and he removes his hand from me, pulling my hand off him. I smile and bite the corner of my lip. My dad stops talking and hands my Mom paperwork, at the same moment my phone goes off with a text. Retrieving it from my sweatshirt pocket, I slide my fingers over the key code password to unlock it.
Irys: what’s up?
Me: nothing, just dropped the munchkins off at the shop.
Irys: oh the shop, how’s your dad lookin’? ;)
Me: not as hot as your dad. Where are you?
Irys: waiting for work to be over, you coming out for pizza?
Me: no, I have yoga tonight.
Irys: want to watch a movie later?
Me: maybe, I’m still kind of rough from drinking the other night.
Which is the truth, I am feeling rough but not from drinking.
Irys: okay, well, let me know.
Me: yup.
“Daisy,” my mom says, and I pop my head up to see her, Dad, and Wyatt’s moved aside so they all are looking at me. I feel my face flush, as I tuck my hair behind my ears.
“What?” Eyes darting between all of them.
“Missy wants to celebrate your birthday at Sunday dinner, okay?” Dad says.
“Sure,” I reply.
“Can you go over to the studio and clean the floors? Unless you have something else to do,” Mom says.
“No, I’ll go.”
I did have an hour to kill before class even started. Just then, Dornan walks into the office, I can’t help but notice the not too happy expression he gives his son as he passes by. But he gives me a smile and a nod and I return the smile before he enters his wife’s office. There’s a moment of tension I feel, seeing Wyatt’s eyes looking down at the floor before my dad claps a palm on his back and they turn back toward the garage.
“What’s going on?” I ask my mom.
“I think Dornan’s mad because Wyatt was supposed to stay all summer to help his aunt at the ranch, I think they really needed him there, short staffed or something,” Mom says.
“Oh, I’m sure it’ll blow over,” I reply.
My mom shrugs. “I don’t know, I think that on top of not going back to school, Dornan wants him to get his shit together, poor Maven is stuck in the middle. Dornan had him in the office this morning, telling him if he’s going to stay out all night and drink, then he can move out.”
“But he didn’t drink at the club when we were out,” I tell her.
She looks at me, again with those searching eyes. I wonder if she knows, knows something happened between us.
“I don’t know babe, but maybe you shouldn’t hang out with him, not until he gets himself together.”
“Mom, we weren’t hanging out, Irys and I went out for a previously planned night, and he happened to come. I don’t go out of my way to see him or anything,” I reply defensively.
I admit, that sounded bitchy. I very rarely ever have words with my mom like this. Normally, after she said her piece, I would’ve just said okay. But I don’t want her to think Wyatt was out all night drinking, or that we were together. She looks at me, sort of stunned, then finally nods and hands me the keys to the studio. I leave the truck, since the studio is just down the street and decide the fresh air will be good for me. I begin to doubt that what is going on between Wyatt and I really is good for us. He has a lot on his plate and his mind. I wanted to be a distraction, to help him get his head together. But if it means he has to lie to his parents about his whereabouts all night, covering up that he was sober, and with me all night, I don’t know if it’s worth it. Unlocking the front door to the studio, I enter the dark space and decide to leave the lights off since it’s pretty well lit from the sunshine pouring in from the massive windows that line the front of the place, but the door unlocked. My flip-flops clap on the wood floor as I pass by the wall of mirrors and toward the employees only area. I drop my bag onto the counter in the small lounge/kitchenette area and head to the supply closet, pulling out the things need to clean the floors. I let out a little yelp when I notice a shadowy figure in the doorway as I turn back around. Wyatt’s standing there, in all his mechanic gloriousness. Again, he has his coveralls tied around his waist.
“Crap,” I sigh,
covering my face.
“Sorry, I thought you would’ve heard the door.”
He comes closer, pressing his hands on my hips as he backs me up to the counter and I drop my hands.
“What are you doing here?” I whisper.
“Is someone else here?” he whispers back.
“No.”
“Then why are we whispering?”
“I don’t know,” I smile.
“I’m in between customers, snuck away for a minute.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask, looking at his mouth.
“And I need to kiss you.” His thumb runs across my lips.
“Yeah?”
“Mmm,” he hums, leaning in and covering my mouth with his.
Like a fire’s been lit inside me, I pull him closer, my hands in his hair as I close my eyes and let our tongues fondle. His palms cup my breasts, causing me to moan, arching my back. Thumbs rub over my barbells there, and I inhale sharply.
“Are you sore there?” he asks.
“A little, but I don’t mind,” I breathe against his lips.
“There’s something sadistic in me, that likes that I did it to you, made you sore. It’s like the marks you left on my back, every time I feel the sting from them, it causes me to think about everything we’ve done.”
“Did you get in trouble for being out all night?” I ask.
His eyes shift to mine, as he pulls back slightly. The instant I say it, I regret it. I know he doesn’t want to deal with reality with me, but I need to know if this is really good for us.
“I’m twenty-one Daisy, I don’t get in trouble,” he tells me.
“It’s just my mom said she heard you and your dad-”
“He’s not happy I was out, when I told him I needed a break, it’s like he thinks I should be sitting in my room just thinking. He doesn’t understand what’s going on with me, fuck, I don’t even understand.”
“Why didn’t you just tell him you were with me?”
“Did you tell your parents you were with me?” he retorts.
Good point.
“I just don’t want you to make them think one thing, like you were out drunk, when you weren’t, just to spare people from harassing us about being together…not together,” I sigh. “You know what I mean.”
Wyatt sighs, cupping my cheeks.
“I know, I just…don’t worry about that shit right now, I’m not.”
But I know he is, and I also know he didn’t come here to talk.
“Will you do me a favor?” I ask, kissing the corner of his mouth.
“Yeah.”
I move away, over to my purse. Reaching in to grab the larger butt plug, turning around the face him, I ask, “Help me get this in?” holding up the plug.
His pupil’s flare, his body tenses. “You want that?”
“Do you think it will be okay to wear during class?” I ask as he approaches me. “I was going to put it in myself, but since you’re here.”
He takes the plug from me as he turns me around. My hands press onto the counter as I watch over my shoulder and see him move down to his knees. He growls and plumps my ass cheeks together, biting one. Then he pulls my pants down to my thighs as he spreads my feet apart. I reach for the lube in my bag as his mouth covers my asshole and begins to eat me there. His tongue plunges inside, covering me in saliva, spitting like he does before fingers rub it around. I feel some spit trail down to my pussy lips, the sensation giving me goose bumps. He sticks a finger in my tight hole and I inhale, the penetration startling me until it becomes pleasant.
“So hot, I need this ass.”
I reach back and hand him the lube, before resuming my fists on the countertop. The lid of the lube pops open then clicks shut, and I feel the liquid, a different texture than his spit, being spread between my cheeks. It only takes a few moments before I feel the tingle then numbing, his finger moving in and out with no resistance. Then the press of the blunt end of the plug is there, I moan and rock my hips back, wanting and needing more.
“Yes, like that, does it feel good. Imagine my cock there, it’s going to feel so amazing.”
I do imagine it, imagine him fucking me, owning me, making me crazy. Once the tip makes its way past my entrance, he pushes deeper, and this does feel a lot thicker than the last, even though I know it’s not much bigger. Further propelling my thoughts as to how insane it will feel when he puts his enormous dick in me. When the plug is fully inside, my body shivers, my pussy slick and wet.
“Look at you, hell,” he mumbles.
I then hear something and once again look over my shoulder to see him holding his cell phone between us, as the flash goes off. He just took a picture with a butt plug in me. His fingers run gently over the base and down to my lips, and I can’t take it anymore. I turn around, pulling my pants up before I too drop to my knees. He’s looking at me with wide eyes, as I reach out and begin yanking his coveralls open, allowing his hard cock to jut out. He falls to his butt as I force him back so my mouth can take him. I waste no time, no teasing him as I put the entire length into my mouth. The warm metal from his piercing lodges in my throat and I groan against it. Wyatt hisses through his clenched jaw, lying fully back, his hands sliding into my hair. My eyes water as I deep throat the shit out of him, bobbing my head fast and soaking his cock with saliva. Pulling back, my hand pumps his shaft, running my thumb over the head when I get there. The sound of heavy breathing, the wetness on him squishing from my hand, fill the space. I wrap my hand around his base as my mouth returns, using both as I suck his dick. I want to devour him, I feel like I can do anything to him right now, so I massage his balls with my other hand. When I surface to take a breath, I spit on his sack like he does to me, and he growls, his fingers pulling my hair.
“Fuck yes, Daisy, fuck…you dirty girl.”
I smile as I resume my movements, rubbing the wetness all over his tight balls. When I move faster with my mouth, using my teeth and tightening my hand. I know he’s going to come, his muscles are flexed, his eyes on me, his breath sputtering. I make sure my index fingertip is wet as I slip it between his legs, pushing through to find his asshole. He flinches at first, but then groans, not stopping me. I rim his hole, pressing against it, but not penetrating. Wyatt lets out the most satisfied gasp as his cum starts filling my throat. It feels like he’s spurting out gallons, quickly filling my mouth. It becomes too much for me to swallow at one point, and I struggle for a moment before my throat allows more.
Wyatt pulls me up onto his torso, my head on his stomach. I can hear his thunderous heart beating, his lungs filling with air as he tries to catch his breath. His hands run through my hair, my heart beating just as fast. My body still feeling tingly with sensation as I feel the plug fitting snuggly inside my rear.
“Did you like my fingers there?” I ask.
“Mhmm, yeah,” he sighs. “I would tell you if I didn’t.”
“I was just checking.”
“I came like a fire hose, didn’t I?”
I swallow, still tasting him on my tongue.
“You don’t have to swallow…I mean, I won’t be offended if you spit it out,” he tells me.
He’s talking about his cum, and I want to tell him that swallowing his come is all I want to do. Instead, I nod my head against his torso. We lie there for a bit, but then I look at the clock and sit up.
“Shit, my mom’s going to be here soon,” I stand and adjust my clothes.
Wyatt sits up, pulling his coveralls back up and tucking himself back inside. I rush to grab the things I’d gotten out to clean the floor and hurry past him, knowing my mom will wonder what the fuck I’ve been doing if it’s not clean. I’m using the push broom around the room when he enters, coming over to kiss me, which is barely returned since I’m in panic mode. He cups my cheeks, making me look up at him. He looks down at me like he wants to say something, then shakes his head slightly.
“I’ll see you soon,” he tells me with a kiss on my forehead.
; I close my eyes and take in this moment, wanting to enjoy it for a moment longer. When he pulls away, I watch his retreating back as he leaves, and I hurry to finish my task. When I put the cleaning shit away, I hear my mom come in the front door, flicking the lights on.
“Daisy?” she hollers.
“Yeah?”
“Why are the lights off?”
I ‘d forgotten to turn them on in my panic to do the floor, and have no reasonable excuse, so I don’t answer. When she enters the break room to set down her belongings, I wonder if she can smell the sex in the air, or maybe it’s just in my head.
“Thank you for cleaning,” she tells me before moving toward the bathroom to change.
“Yeah, of course,” I reply.
The class goes by slow as fuck, it’s an advanced class, and challenging. I have to help a lot of the students get into proper position so I’m busy, but it’s not helping the time go by. Finally, when my mom ends the class and stands around talking to some of the students, I head back to the break room and grab my bag before heading to the bathroom. The entire class I felt the plug, I wondered if anyone could smell how wet I was, I know I sure could. I brought a cute dress to change into, and even though I barely broke a sweat, I give myself a bird bath in the sink. Reapplying deodorant before pulling my panties and short black t-shirt material dress on. I shove my gear and shoes into my bag before slipping my feet into a pair of black strappy sandals.
“Mom, can you take this home for me?” I ask, returning to the now empty studio.
“Sure, going somewhere?” she asks.
“Yeah, I want to go to the diner, do some college research on my tablet.”
Again, like a mom, she seems to sense that I’m lying, but doesn’t say anything.
“You left your truck at the shop,” she reminds me.
I nod and head for the front door and begin to walk the few blocks to the Plantain Diner.
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