“I have to move, tell me to stop if you can’t take it,” he tells me.
I nod and our eyes remain locked as he begins to fuck me until my eyes close and my hands move back to the tile in front of me. His hands grip my hips, and the sounds he’s making drives me insane with lust. I feel my core tighten, and this feels so different than vaginal sex. Just then I realize how empty I feel there, knowing I’m sopping wet and my thighs quiver with need. With a shaky hand, I reach down and rub my clit, sending a jolt of sensation through me. Wyatt’s cock is punishing my ass as his hands grip harder, his hips breaking rhythm.
“Shit, I’m, I’m coming,” he groans.
My fingers quicken and an orgasm hits me that has my eyes rolling, goose bumps breaking out all over me as I whimper and whine. When Wyatt comes, he holds himself deep, pressing his face into the back of my wet hair. My limbs feel charged and almost like I have no control of them, and thank God he still has a firm grasp of me. Holy shit. I can’t believe we just did that. This for whatever reason, feels so different then losing my virginity the other way. Again, I reel in the emotions and want to turn in his arms and spout romantic bullshit to him.
“Daisy,” he says before swallowing thickly. “That was…fucking hell,” he sighs and removes his cock from me.
I nod, not wanting to say anything, and honestly I don’t think I could form words. He turns me in his arms and I languidly face him, needing to hold onto his forearms for stability. His hands cup my cheeks, his thumbs rubbing over my skin as he ducks his head to meet my eye line.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks, concern all over his face.
I shake my head, “No, no…that was, the most amazing, wow,” I stammer out.
His lips give me a delicate kiss, so tender and maybe because I feel totally vulnerable, my eyes begin to well up. Quickly, I close them. When that does nothing but force the tears down my cheeks, I break the kiss and away from him and toward the shower and soak my face. I let the warm water pour over me, trying to get a handle on myself. I can only imagine what he’s thinking, that I’m pissed or something, but it’s better than him knowing I’m crying like a puppy love juvenile. His arm reaches over me, to grab my shampoo on the shower rack. When he starts washing my hair, I bite my trembling lip and pretend this means nothing. I continue to tell myself this over and over as he washes me, showing such delicate softness with his touches, I barely can handle it. I want to wash him, but know it will only cause more feels. So when he’s done with me, I step out and grab a towel, wrapping it around myself and leave him to shower. I need to be alone, to get my shit together. I walk out and pick up my discarded clothing and butt plug from the living room, tossing it all into the hamper before moving into the kitchen for a glass of water. The shower turns off and moments later I hear the door click open, turning to see Wyatt there in his jeans. His hairs fabulously mussed from rubbing a towel over it to dry, his chest, however, is still soaking wet. He doesn’t look at me as he walks by and into the living room for his shirt by the chair. He puts it on and then turns to me, I swallow but don’t shy away that I was watching him. Tentatively, he moves toward me until he’s about a foot from me. His hand reaches out and I immediately take it in mine.
“I’m sorry, I went too far-” he whispers.
“Hey,” I state, stepping into him. “Don’t be sorry, it’s me…I-” I exhale and try to find the words.
“I felt like we just went somewhere together, somewhere real and intense…and you just shut down after.”
I look at his chest, knowing what he’s saying is true. But knowing he was feeling something too, scared me even more. I was still feeling too fragile, and I needed this from him.
“I’m sorry.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “Do you want me to be honest?” I ask.
“Yes,” he rushes out.
“I’m feeling too much Wyatt, I don’t want to get too into you, or what we’re doing. It’s hard for me to keep things distant when we cross a line of intimacy that feels so exposing and immense, how gentle you are with me.”
His hand palms the back of my head, pressing my cheek into his chest as he wraps his arms around my shoulders.
“Daisy,” he sighs then stops.
Neither of us speak but let the words linger. I know what he’s thinking, I’m just feeling this way because he’s my first. He’s told me in every way possible that this is just sex, nothing more.
“Maybe because we’ve known each other so long, it’s hard not to feel closer to you than if I was doing this with someone else,” I say in an attempt to pacify my previous words.
“Yeah, yeah, I think so too,” he comments.
We stand in one another’s arms for a while longer, allowing that closeness to creep back in, and acknowledge that what we did in the shower was huge.
“I think you should probably go home,” I finally say. “I don’t want you to have problems with your parents this summer, or force you to lie about your whereabouts.”
Wyatt leans back, and I lift my head. He cups my cheeks and rubs his nose along mine, kissing between my eyebrows.
“Thank you for giving me yourself tonight,” he tells me with his lips against my forehead.
I sigh and close my eyes.
“It was pretty fucking awesome,” I tell him.
I look up at him and his hands intertwine with mine at our sides.
“So, I’ll see you at Sunday dinner?” he asks.
“I’ll be there with bells on,” I smile.
One hand moves up to cup my chin, before he places a soft tender kiss to my lips.
“Walk me out?”
I nod and we move toward the garage hallway door. I keep watch at my parents’ house as he made the long trip down the driveway, my body still feeling drunk from his cock.
8
DAISY
I sit in the back of my dad’s SUV, between my sister and brother, as we drive the short distance to the Fredericksons for Sunday dinner. My parents talk quietly up front, their hands clasped on the center console. My dad’s thumb rubs over my mom’s skin and when we get stopped at a light, he always brings it to his lips to kiss the back of it. I love how in love my parents are and always have been. A ping of sadness fills my heart. It’s not like I want that, but I fear I’ll never have it anyway. I spent the majority of my day cleaning, doing laundry, and giggling to myself when I thought about Wyatt giving me anal last night. I still felt wrung out from the experience, still a little tender, and a whole lot more like a woman. Wyatt text me earlier, he was working a half day at the shop and it was slow. He asked me how I was feeling, and I sent him a photo of my ass, asking how he thought I felt. I waited for a response, and just before finally giving up, I got a video of him stroking his massively, painfully erect dick in the bathroom. Needless to say, the slut came out of me full force, and I sent a video back of me fucking myself with one of the vibrators from the backpack. I can’t explain what Wyatt did to me, how he was able to accept me for being a sex addict or something. Of course, he accepted it, he was reaping all the benefits. After I sent him the video, he replied that he wanted to fuck my ass while I fucked my pussy with the vibe. All I wanted to do was be with him, to fuck him, to spend time with him. This is supposed to be summer fun, fucking with no strings. I have to talk to Wyatt again, we need to put the kibosh on this I think, there’s no way my heart will make it out alive after summer.
My sister nudges her elbow into mine, just then, knocking me into my brother’s side.
“Move Daisy, Mom Daisy’s in my space!” Abbey complains.
“I was not,” I reply.
“Were too!” she yells in my face, causing me to elbow the shit out of her ribs. “Ow!”
“Please God, let her get her period and end all of our agony,” my brother Grayson says to the ceiling of the car.
“Stop it everyone,” Dad says on the verge of irritation.
“You’re such an asshole,” Abbey retorts to Grayson.
“I swear to God
, Abbey, I’m two seconds from putting you over my knee and spanking you like a four-year-old,” Mom says, looking back at her.
We all know that when my Mom yells, she’s pissed since it rarely ever happens. When Abbey stares her down, mom doesn’t budge, until Abbey finally turns her head with a roll of her eyes.
“Bitch,” Abbey mumbles.
We all lurch forward as Dad slams on the brakes, all grunting from the unexpected stop as our seatbelts lock.
“Get out of the car,” he tells my sister.
“What?” Abbey asks, innocently.
“You don’t ever disrespect your mother. Get out of the car, and you can walk the rest of the way,” clearly he’s not asking.
After a moment, and maybe hoping one of us would speak up in her defense, she finally dramatically flings her seatbelt off and shoves her door open.
“I hate you all,” she cries as she slams the door.
I move over to occupy the now empty seat by the window as Dad drives off, none of us saying a word, but Grayson and I exchange a look. Mom looks at my dad and I wonder for a moment if she’s going to object, but doesn’t say anything. We’re literally two blocks from the Fredericksons’, and her stupid ass could use the air. We pull up into the long driveway, behind Smokey and Emily’s SUV and get out. My mom looks down the street, but dad throws an arm around her shoulders and tells her something in her ear, probably that Abbey’s fine. Grayson and I head inside through the back door, and Jo and Ro are sitting on the porch steps.
“Where’s Ab’s?” Ro asks.
“We dropped her off at the zoo, assured us they’d feed her to the lions,” Grayson says.
Both girls shake their heads along with eye rolls, they too are going through the ‘change.’ When we enter the kitchen, classic rock’s playing on the radio sitting on the counter, as Maven rinses something in the sink. Missy’s standing close by with Ruby in her arms, as the toddler talks a mile a minute to her. Katie’s looking at something on her phone and reading it aloud to Maven, while Emily walks out to the dining room carrying a basket of bread. Irys gives me a smile as she grabs a beer from the fridge.
“Aw, you shouldn’t have,” Grayson tells her, reaching his hand out to take it.
“Pfft, yeah right,” she rolls her eyes. “Give this to my dad if you’re going that way,” she adds.
“I’ll give something to your dad,” I wink at her and she giggles.
Pulling out a bound stack of sheets of 8x10 pieces of paper from my bag, I walk over to Ruby and Missy.
“Here ya go, little lady,” I tell her, handing her the book I made her.
She squeals in shock and excitement, as Missy leans in to kiss my cheek and I do the same to her.
“Happy birthday my sweet girl,” she says while running weathered fingers down my cheek. “Eighteen…where’s the time gone?” she says sadly with a shake of her head.
“Mommy, mommy, mommy!” Ruby shouts, wiggling out of her grandmother’s arms, and Missy helps her to the wood floor. “DeeDee give me a new book!”
She runs over to Maven holding the papers and lifting them to show her mom.
“Oh yay, look at this,” Maven says, looking at the illustrated cover.
She gives it a long look, before her eyes meet mine.
“I can’t believe you put all this creativity into these books for her, she loves them so much…you should really think about making money off these,” Maven tells me.
I shake my head and am jostled aside when Nolan comes into the doorway, playfully knocking into me.
“What’s up?” he asks.
“Nothing,” I shrug.
“DeeDee give me a new book!” his little sister yells and comes over to show him.
“Wow,” he says with just as much exuberance while crouching down to her eye level. “These really are good Daisy, self-publishing is huge these days, and not that expensive, you should look into it.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I shake my head not wanting to admit that that would be something I’d actually love to do.
My parents enter the back door to the kitchen, and Maven locks eyes with my mom. Nothing much gets past Maven, and I thank God she isn’t my mom. I don’t know how any of her kids got away with anything, and I had a feeling they didn’t, just that Maven chose what and when to handle the shit she didn’t like. Dad takes a beer handed to him from Irys as he passes by, and my mom’s eyes lock on his back until he exits, and she begins to speak quietly to Maven about Abbey.
We all gather around the kitchen, while the dads sit in the den watching football, and drink beers. We’ve been here about twenty minutes when Wyatt makes his way down the staircase. I know he probably just got here before us from work. Evident he’s also just gotten out of the shower, his hair’s still damp, and his shirt sticks to his muscles where he’s still wet. Instantly, my panties drench and I have to bite my lip at the sight of him, which only sends a jolt of pleasure through me. His eyes meet mine over Missy’s shoulder as he hugs her, and kisses her cheek. I feel like I have ‘I want you to fuck me,’ written on my forehead, and by the way he looks me over tells me he knows my thoughts. My cheeks flush, as I just look at him, not caring who sees, I’m out of control.
When I realize how fucking obvious I look if someone’s watching me, I walk quickly to the bathroom down the hall from the kitchen, needing to do something. Not quite sure what I need, but maybe the distance from him will allow me to calm down. It doesn’t however, my clit aches and my nipples are stiff as shit. Every time I try to think about puppies and school starting, anything to take my mind off Wyatt, all I can imagine is us in the shower, him in my ass. I pace the bathroom and drop my bag on the floor. Wetness slicks my thighs, fuck, I have to. I yank my panties down under my short summer dress and prop one foot on the basin of the sink. I look at myself in the mirror as I begin to stroke between my legs hard and hurried, my cheeks red and pupils huge. The quicker I feel relief, the faster I can return to the group and be normal. Before my brain can even register the door knob turning, Wyatt’s already entering the small powder room and closing the door behind him. He grabs my arms and turns me toward him, pulling his hard cock out of the waistband of his basketball shorts. He slides up inside me, grabbing my ass and pulling himself deep into me.
“Jesus fuck, I can’t even look at you without needing to fuck you,” he whispers against my parted lips.
His cock strokes inside me, sliding in and out easily and I reach down to rub my clit, my other hand grasping the back of his neck. The hard press of the sink on my ass cheeks propels me, my fingers moving faster as he fucks me dirty. I bite my lip and push my hips against him, riding his cock as he spreads my leg wider. Draping my calf up onto his shoulder, and turning my body sideways. My hip bangs into the sink and I pinch my clit around my piercing, coming hard as my body jerks in reaction. His hand slaps over my mouth and I bite his palm, causing him to come also. He groans deep in his throat, and bends his head down to bite into the swell of my breast. Endorphins race through my limbs, leaving me trembling and unstable. Wyatt pulls himself out of me, running his fingers over my sensitive wet flesh before bringing his fingers to his mouth.
“I’m going to eat that pussy so fucking good tonight, hell, I need to be inside you for days,” he breathes hard against my cheek.
And then, he’s gone. Closing the door and leaving me to press my hands on the sides of the sink. I turn on the cold water, splashing my face. I dampen some toilet paper and clean between my legs, my eyes staring at the bite mark on my breast. Thankfully my dress had become jostled from our tryst and once pulled back into position, covers the mark. I toss the tissue in the toilet and flush, tucking my soaked panties into my bag as the door swings open. My eyes widen because for a split second I think it’s going to be Irys, that she heard us and is pissed. But it’s just Abbey, and she looks like she’s been crying. Then I see my dad coming down the hallway after her, and I know why she’s crying.
“No, Dad!” she shouts and I move
to get to the door before she slams it and forces me to stay with her.
“Apologize to your mom, Abbey, or I swear you’ll have the worst summer of your life,” Dad tells her in a low tone.
I slide past them and allow my dad to enter the bathroom before he closes the door. As I make my way down the hall, Mom appears in the entryway. I can see this is upsetting her, not so much Abbey, or how my dad’s attempting to make Abbey hold herself accountable for her behavior, but that they’re fighting at all. I open my arms and hug her, and she holds onto me tightly.
“It’ll be over soon, she’ll go through puberty and everything will be good again,” I reassure her.
She sighs.
“I worry about your dad getting so upset, it’s not good for him,” she tells me.
I pull back and look down at her.
“What do you mean, is something wrong with him?” I ask, fear gripping me.
She looks up at me. “No, no,” she shakes her head, but I don’t buy it. “We’re getting older, when your dad’s stressed it just sits on his shoulders, that’s not good for anyone.”
I nod, but feel there’s something she’s not telling me.
“How about we get you a glass of wine?” I recommend.
We walk into the kitchen just as Maven announces its dinner time. I leave my mom with a large glass of red wine in her hands, and Maven giving her a hug. I take my normal seat beside Irys near the end of the table. We used to be seated in the kid’s room, but as we got older we were allowed to sit with the adults. The youngsters sit at a smaller table in the next room, aside from Ruby who’s in a booster seat between Maven and Dornan. Nolan and Wyatt take their seats across from us, and I avoid Wyatt’s eyes as we pass the food around. Abbey comes in and walks over to Mom’s side, hugging her as my mom rubs her back, before she leaves for the kid’s table. Dad then joins us and kisses the top of my mom’s head before sitting beside her. They talk quietly and my dad just keeps nodding his head, assuring my mom I assume that everything’s okay.
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