“Come stay the night,” Irys says to me excitedly.
“Okay,” I smile immediately replying.
Wyatt’s body shifts and immediately I imagine sneaking out of Irys’ room in the dead of night and making my way to the attic and into Wyatt’s bed. STOP IT. This is to spend time with Irys, your best friend who you’ve been ignoring so you can get cock from her hot brother.
“I’m going to stay over with Irys,” I tell my mom and watch as her and my dad get up from their seats and exchange goodbyes.
Soon everyone else is standing and ready to go home. Wyatt pulls my chair back as I get up and I brush my fingers down his arm but don’t look at him.
“You okay to drive?” Nolan asks Irys.
“Yeah, I had some water and my last drink was almost two hours ago.”
The same goes for me, I’m not drunk but still have that little fuzzy warm feeling of being buzzed. We head for the door, Wyatt and I the last in the group and he presses his hand to my lower back as I walk slightly ahead of him. The touch charges through me, my nerves tingling with sensation underneath his palm. We pull away as I walk over to Irys’ purple Volkswagen Beetle, while Wyatt heads in the opposite direction to Nolan and their parked motorcycles. I get in the car and when I reach over to put my seatbelt over my shoulder, I watch transfixed as Wyatt straddles his bike and puts his helmet on.
“That was fun,” Irys comments as she puts on her glasses for night time driving.
“Yeah, it was,” I smile and look at her.
We both notice out the driver’s side window, Katie and Joey in their vintage Cadillac, making out in the front seat. She’s straddling his lap as he sits in the driver’s seat, his hands in her hair while her hands aren’t visible, we can see her bicep flexing. Both Irys and I sigh, before she looks at me and we both start giggling.
“How was work today?” I ask.
“Okay, they want to make me a regional manager or some shit, but I need to talk to them about working around my school hours and all that,” she shrugs.
“That’s awesome!” I exclaim since she’s completely downplaying.
“We’ll see, my boss mentioned it as I was walking out the door tonight, so I need to find out the details.”
“I hope it works out with school, that would be perfect for you,” I say.
Irys pulls out of the spot and behind Nolan and Wyatt who are waiting for the little traffic to clear before pulling out on the street. Both Irys and I roll our windows down, we always do this when we drive out here in the desert. The tavern isn’t too far from home, but it’s awesome to drive fast in the middle of nowhere, wind blowing your hair all crazy while listening to good music. The bikes rev as they pull out and Irys turns on Miley Cyrus “Party in the U.S.A.” We both still love songs we’ve been singing for years, a little throwback we both get a kick out of. We sing loud as the wind whips our long hair around, following behind her brothers. Both their shirts blow up in the back from the wind and I enjoy the large expanse of Wyatt’s tan built back, and Nolan’s no slouch either, both boys take after Dornan with their good looks and large builds.
“Your dad looked hot as hell tonight,” I say.
This might seem random but it’s so not. We both try to gross one another out with the most outlandish things we can say about the other’s family. But it doesn’t bother me, and I don’t think it bothers her much since we both know our parents are attractive.
“He is pretty handsome, but your dad, that beard and hair…Christ, Skye is one lucky lady,” she sighs, turning down the radio. “But you know, now that I’ve seen Joey in a compromising position, he might dethrone your dad,” she says with a smile.
“Do you think your parents have sex every day?” I ask.
“Probably, but I know your parents have sex like five times a day.”
“At least,” I nod.
“Do you think your brother’s had sex yet?” she asks.
“Hmmm, I don’t know, I want to say yes, but I’m not sure.”
“If it weren’t totally weird, or illegal, I’d fuck him,” Irys says.
“I wouldn’t be mad if you did, if he is getting laid, you’d be like a sex goddess to him compared to all the sixteen-year-old vag he’d be getting.”
“Isn’t it weird that even though we’re only two years apart, it seems like light years,” she says. “Anyway, same goes for you, if you wanted to fuck one of my brothers, I’d be okay with it.”
I know we’re just playing, but I’m knocked for a loop.
“Oh please, you’d be so pissed,” I tell her, baiting.
“No way, then you could get married and we’d be sister- in- laws, and then we could get pregnant at the same time,” she says overly girlish and exaggerated.
I smack her arm and shake my head.
“I think someone beat you to it though, Wyatt’s been out almost every night, and when I see him he looks like a dopey love sick fool,” she tells me. “Whoever it is though, I already like her, she’s gotten his head out of his ass,” she adds.
For a moment I feel a sliver of pain twinge my heart, could Wyatt be with someone else? He’s not with me every night, and I don’t see him looking to me any differently. I swallow and study his back as we pull into Plantain, and the two bikes speed down the street ahead of us.
“Will you paint my nails for me?” Irys asks as we get out of the car.
“Yeah,” I tell her as we walk around to the back of the house.
The house is dark for the most part, but the kitchen light is on and the boys are standing there drinking water and eating cold pizza. Wyatt has his hat tipped up higher on his forehead and I can watch his strong jaw flex and chew without shadow from the brim. Man, I’m hard up, his jaw Daisy, really?
We scoot past them as Irys says, “Night, losers.”
We go up to her room and I sit on the bed as she goes to her dresser and pulls out pajamas, while I go to my personal drawer to grab some sleepwear. I look over at the clock and see it’s after two a.m. and I’m tired but know there’s no way in hell I can sleep before seeing Wyatt again. Irys goes downstairs to use the basement bathroom to shower, while I use the one her and her parents share. I return to the bedroom first, glancing at the attic door to see it closed with a light shining underneath. I toss my dirty clothes onto the pile on Irys’ floor and grab my purse and take out my phone.
Wyatt: come up here when Irys is asleep.
“I hate that shower down there, it’s so damn small, I swear I hit my elbow like thirty times,” Irys says coming into the room and throwing her clothes on top of mine.
I paint her nails, and we talk about Rupert, and school, and plans for the summer. I keep looking for cues that she’s getting sleepy, and finally I feign sleepiness and suggest we watch a movie. She puts in “Dirty Dancing,” and not two minutes in I look over to see Irys asleep beside me. I reach for my phone on the table beside me, moving slowly as to not jostle the bed.
Me: Are you awake?
Wyatt: You think I can sleep knowing you’re in the house? Come up.
Me: Meet me somewhere instead.
Wyatt: Where?
Me: In the back by the trees, wait five minutes.
11
DAISY
I stealthily pull back the covers on my legs and watch Irys as I do so. I’m dressed in my panties and an oversized t-shirt and PJ pants, grabbing the vibe necklace I’d slipped into my purse and brought it over my head. Biting my lip, I slowly open the door and glance back once more to make sure Irys is still asleep. Closing the door behind me, I tiptoe down the steps careful not to step on any of the creaks on the floor. When I get down to the main floor, I walk a little less careful and quickly head for the back door, thanking God that their dog Mowgli sleeps in Maven and Dornan’s room. When I get outside, the cool air feels good on my overheated skin and I walk the long expanse of the backyard, the moonlight guiding my way. When I get to the tree line, I look back and see Wyatt opening the back door and closing it
quietly. I walk in a few trees deep and stop, wanting him to see me when he gets closer. As he approaches, I see he’s shirtless, the moonlight casting shadows on the dips of his muscles. I also see he’s only in a pair of thin grey pajama bottoms, and his big fat dick bounces from one thigh to the other as he walks. Bless the person who invented those pants. When he gets to me, he takes my hand and leads me deeper into the small forest. I’m panting and his hand on mine is an instant charge of lust.
We walk past a few trees before he stops and turns around. He faces me and his hands instantly grab at the hem of the shirt, pulling it up over my head to reveal my naked torso, then yanks the pants down to my feet where I kick them off and expose my black lace panties. The necklace is nestled between my large breasts, and I think he’s going to take it off the chain. But instead, he takes my wrists and pulls my arms up, bringing my hands to a tree branch above me. My fingers grasp it and then he does take the pendant off the chain, turning the end to start it with a hum. He leans closer and attaches his lips to mine, scorching my lips with a tongue lashing kiss. I whimper as he trails the tiny vibrator down the center of my breasts, around my bellybutton to the top of my panties where he runs back and forth. The vibration is soft and makes my already hard nipples even harder. His skin feels hot against mine as he grasps my chin with his other hand holding me in place for more of his lips and tongue. The fact that we’re not speaking, that we’re acting out and nothing needs to be said is magic. Then he pulls away but his face remains close as we lock eyes. I already feel like mine can’t focus, their glassy with lust and he bites his lower lip as he runs the toy back up just under my breasts.
The tip nudges one of my nipples and I sigh, my lungs pushing my chest out and closer to him. His cock is hard against my side as his thumb at my chin runs over my lower lip to free it from my teeth. My hands tighten against the rough bark of the tree limb and I hold on for dear life as my legs begin to tremble. He circles my nipple with the toy and when it makes contact with the barbell there, it hums louder and sends a shock wave to my core.
“Ohhh, yes,” I breathe out shakily.
I lick my lips before they part and watch as his eyes move to where he’s touching me with the toy. His hand moves down my sternum to cup my breast, plumping it before he pulls his other hand away and his lips attach. He sucks hard, using his teeth to tug the piercing. My head falls back and my tummy trembles, causing my tits and ass to shake slightly. The vibe finds my other breast and does the same while his mouth assaults my other nipple still. I want to reach down and grab his cock, the obscene sight of how hard it is beneath his pants is fucking killing me. My eyes clear the longer I stare at it and then notice a damp spot where the head is from pre-cum. I groan and my body jerks, my panties drenching.
“Wyatt, I’m gonna come,” I pant.
His head pulls back and he looks down at me, I blink up through my lashes and beg him to fuck me already. Instead, he slides both hands down to my panty line. His large paw slips into the front, palming me as the other enters the back where he begins rubbing the seam of my ass with the toy. He growls when his fingers touch the wetness coating my lips, seeping out of my needy entrance. He roughly strokes me, gathering my juices before bringing them up to wet my clit and he starts rubbing perfect, precise circles over me.
“Oh God,” I moan loudly as I tilt my head and close my eyes.
The vibe tucks in between my cheeks to find my puckered entrance, and my hips begin to rock back and forth, wanting and needing more. I look up at Wyatt in a fuck drunk daze, he mouths the word ‘fuck’ as my breath beats out in small tiny exhales. His fingers move faster, the toy pressing harder. My orgasm is right there, right fucking there. If he bit me, or pinched my clit, or smacked my ass, I’d be detonating.
“Suck my dick,” he growls as he instantly jerks his hands and body away.
It takes my mind a moment to snap into his words, his fingers coated with my wetness enter my mouth roughly as he urges me to my knees. My arms feel heavy as the blood begins to recirculate, fumbling to get my fingers to push down the elastic band of his pants and free his mighty cock. This is a fantasy we both shared with one another the night we had our epic talk; demanding sex. I grasp his dick, plunging him past my lips into my greedy mouth. We both moan as his fingers lace through my hair as he pulls my head down to take more of him. Saliva drenches his hot flesh, dripping out onto my chest as he pulls out. I’m so fucking hungry for him, giving him head is almost like when he goes down on me, equally as pleasurable. I love feeling and seeing him like this, knowing I have all the power, even though he’s physically controlling this. I’m the one who determines how I make him feel, if I tease him, if I let him come. His body arches over me, his palm pressing against the back of my head as he thrusts deep, hitting his piercing against the back of my throat and further. Sounds come from my throat, the sound muffled by his cock. Wet flesh, lips sucking, gasping, and moans tearing from my open mouth when he pulls out. I grasp his balls tight in a palm, flexing my fingers around the shrunken up flesh. I run my other closed fist along his base, gathering wetness onto my fingers before sliding between his thighs and he widens his stance for me, granting access to more room. With my wet fingers I rim his asshole, and his body jerks, taking a chance, I push the tip of one finger inside and he jerks again, his cock twitching in my mouth.
“Shit, Daisy, sto-”
I wonder if he doesn’t want this, but his body language is telling me he does. He isn’t pushing me away as he easily could, and I wonder if his words were a knee jerk reaction, halted by the actual enjoyment of sensation. Slowly, I push in further, causing him to lodge deeper in my throat and we both groan. His hands hold me still as I probe his ass slowly, sliding my finger in and out, rubbing and pressing. My eyes close so I can concentrate on both points of pleasure, my mouth bobbing up and down on his dick, while I take in the fact that the man is letting me put a finger in his ass. I asked him about ass play when we talked, since the time I touched there before he seemed to like it. He told me he was surprised it felt good, and did enjoy it. A big part of me felt trusted that he would admit the to me, as a man. Just like I could tell him I liked the way I tasted when he transferred my flavor with his lips, didn’t mean I liked the way all women tasted. We were having sex but breaking down so many things around us, drawing closer to one another and sharing some pretty deep shit. My mouth tightens around his head and my finger rubs just inside his entrance.
“Fucking hell,” a warm burst of semen lashes across my tongue.
Then I’m pulled up by my arms and spun around, his hands guide mine to the tree again as he tears my panties off and urges my hips back, bending his knees so his dick can find my pussy from behind. One arm wraps around my chest while the other takes position across my waist and he starts fucking me. I gasp and moan as his thick cock pushes inside me, and this angle is causing the piercing to nudge something that is making my whole body shudder every time he strokes over it. Without moving his arm, he bends his wrist and begins rubbing my clit with his middle and ring fingers, fiddling me back and forth, fast and right on point. The tree digs into the flesh of my palms, it just adds to the frenzy inside me. I turn my head, my nose running along his jaw and ear as he buries into the crook of my neck.
“More, more, more,” I chant.
My hands slip to his and intertwine with his fingers, that connection, that simple gesture causes me to detonate. Even as it’s happening I can’t believe it. His fingers tighten as his hips pound me relentlessly before he’s coming two seconds later. He holds onto my body so strongly, as he practically has to hold me up. We catch our breaths but I’m still shaky as shit, and Wyatt keeps exhaling huge breaths like he’s just ran a marathon even as he breaks away from me. I want to ignore why I feel so out of body right now, telling myself it was just good sex. But I can’t ignore what made me come, but I have to. If I tell him this, or admit it to myself, it will only bring heartache in the end. I find the pendant vibrator at my feet
and turn it off, bringing it up and attaching it to the necklace. Then Wyatt’s stepping in front of me, holding my shirt up so I lift my arms and he slips it on for me, then my pants.
“Where are my panties?” I ask looking around me on the ground.
“I can’t see shit, no one comes out here, I’ll get ‘em tomorrow,” he tells me still a little out of breath.
He takes my hand, which stings and I follow as we walk back up toward the house. I reach out for the door handle and see my palms bloody with abrasions.
“Shit, is that- that’s from the tree?” he asks with concern.
I shrug because I guess it would have to be, but they didn’t hurt that bad when it was happening. We enter the back of the house and walk to the powder room off the kitchen, the same one he fucked me in at Sunday dinner. He flips the light on and turns the water on, opening the medicine cabinet and looking at the contents and I just watch. I can see him as a doctor and wonder what my reaction would be as a random patient when seeing that this drop dead hottie was my doctor.
“Come here,” he says softly as I move to his side from the doorway.
My lower back presses into the sink basin as he stands me in front of him and takes my hands, turning them palm out before he wets a wash cloth behind me and wipes at my open hands. I watch what he’s doing for a minute, the tenderness he’s caring for me with. He sets the cloth on the side of the sink then takes out some alcohol and saturates a cotton pad, pressing it on the raw skin and I inhale sharply at the sting before he’s blowing a stream of air to cool the burn.
“What made you come?” he asks and my eyes look up to see his head down and watching our hands, “When you said more, I thought you meant, pain…”
He applies bandage pads to each hand before his eyes flick up to mine, I know my eyes must convey what we both know did it, but the words are lodged in my throat. I don’t know why I’m still so scared to really let him in, to break down that final barricade holding him at bay. His hands raise as he cups my cheeks, his thumbs running over my cheekbones.
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