Daisy

There is only him around me. My whole universe is Mike—his intriguing smell, his hard muscles, and his wonderful kisses. He’s my breath. He’s my heartbeat. I’m bathing in him. My being loses its integrity. I’m all pulsating desire.

Mike’s tongue fucks my mouth, and I almost die of embarrassment. I can’t kiss like this. I probably can’t kiss at all.

His finger massages my clitoris and I feel like I will crumble into pieces at any moment. Like I will dissolve into the air. Like fire will consume me.

Everything is hotter and hotter, sweeter and sweeter, pleasantly painful at the same time. Almost unbearable. Mike pushes his finger deeper into my pussy and I wiggle in his arms. It stings. It gives me pleasure. The throbbing tension inside me seeks relief. I want more and I want faster. I want Mike more than anything in the world.

“Daisy,” Mike rasps into my ear.

He tightens the embrace around me and works my clitoris harder. I start moaning as my muscles become taut and my whole being rises. I almost reach my peak and delirious pleasure starts consuming me.

Mike covers my mouth with his palm. “Be quiet. I mean it.”

I bite down on his fingers and I explode. There’s nothingness in my head then my weakness and heavy breath.

“I will be quiet,” I gasp. “I promise.”

I feel the head of his cock pushing at my entrance. I shiver in anticipation. Mike pushes in and buries his whole length inside me.

Mike

She stiffens in my arms and cries quietly. I fucking know that something is wrong, but her pussy is so tight I can’t think rationally. I just want to fuck her like an animal.

I tumble her over on her stomach as my body covers hers. She bites down on my palm and digs her fingers into the mattress.

I kiss her cheek and spread her legs wider, bending her knee. “Is this what I’m thinking about, Daisy?”

“Sorry, Mike.”

This is. I’ve fucked too many women in life and I’m too old so as not to realise that she’s never been with a man. Not to mention that Zane’s girls have no social life and no freedom.

“Breathe, Daisy.”

“Love you.”

“I said breathe.”

She huffs out and I move my hips against her ass. A wave of heat goes to my toes.

There is something primal about fucking her. Almost like I’m claiming her.

I thrust into her slowly and her body shivers beneath mine. It feels so good with her; it has a new exciting quality. Makes me complete like I’ve regain the part of me I lost a long time ago.

I slide my hand under her body and touch her clitoris. Daisy bucks her ass against my hips. Good. She is enjoying it at last. I massage her clitoris and her breathing accelerates. Turns into moaning. It brings me to the brink.

I grab Daisy’s wrist and guide her hand to her mound so she will stroke herself. I just want to lose myself entirely. Daisy gasps and tenses beneath me as I pound into her. Her stifled moan of satisfaction blends with mine as a shot of liberating heat rushes to my toes and I cum hard inside her.

There is perfect nothingness, deafness, blindness. Daisy wiggles beneath me and my senses recover.

“I’m heavy, huh?” I kiss her cheek.

“Very heavy,” she squeaks. Her body is still shivering in the aftermath of her orgasm.

I ease my weight onto my elbow, but I don’t move away from her. I like this feeling of my body covering hers entirely. It’s like I’m sheltering her.

“I have to go,” she shrieks.

She should go back to her own bedroom, but every molecule of my being rebels against this idea.

“No,” I say. “Sleep.”

She sighs and I allow her to turn on her side. My chest rests against her back and I pull the comforter up to cover us.

“Mike.”

“I told you to sleep.”

“Are you going to stay?”

“Sleep.” I enclose her in my arms and she melds into me.

We’re as one, and I love this feeling. I love the taste of salt on her neck even more. And I love it how her breasts feel against my palm.

I fucking love it how her ass pressed against my groin makes me grow hard again.

“Are you very sore, Daisy?”

“No, Mike.”

“Good.”

I roll her on her back and crawl on top of her. Her folded legs spread wide for me. I hold my cock and guide it into her wet pussy. Her arms wrap around my neck as I push into her. Our lips meet and I start thrusting into her. Her fingers dig into my back as I pick up the pace, go deeper and deeper, and drown into the madness of my desire for her. There is more heat, more sweat, more of my desperate need. The smell of sex envelops us like a dense cloud.

She says something to me but I’m deaf. My orgasm rolls over me violently and I capture her lips with mine. Daisy strokes my head, glides her palms over my back and holds me in her embrace. It’s fucking wonderful.

She curls into my chest, and I drop off to sleep.

Daisy

Mike wakes up and goes to the bathroom. I rummage around the room to pick up my nightdress and panties as he returns.

“I told you to sleep,” he growls.

“I have to go, Mike.”

I can hear the people start wandering in the house.

“Go back to bed, Daisy.”

He looks at me like he wants to kill me so I dive under the comforter. It’s really awkward and the reality of what has happened between us hits me like a hammer. I flinch in shame—it seems like I’ve just had my first one-night stand.

Mike slips into his jeans and perches on the bed to put his boots on. A force kicks me to cling to his back and I wrap my arms around his chest. I kiss his shoulder and the nape of his neck. He chuckles, and I feel like I’ve done something stupid. I pull away from him.

“Stay here,” he orders and rises to his feet then leaves the room.

My whole world turns into grey sadness. Heaviness presses against my chest, and I can’t breathe. Tears prick my eyes. He said nothing—no ‘I love you’, no ‘I loved it’, no ‘it’s over’. I expected some hint so I’d know what’s going to happen next.

I flop from the bed and pull my nightdress and panties on then walk out of the room. The basement is desolated so I go upstairs. My parents will kill me but I don’t care.

As I move along the corridor I can hear Mike’s voice coming from the kitchen.

“Zane,” Mike says. “We need to talk.”

“Man,” my dad says with humour. “You look like you want to twist my neck. Are you okay?”

I move faster towards the kitchen. Athena passes me and sends me a surprised glance. As I stand in the doorway my eyes sweep over Mike, my dad, my mom and Axel.

“We need to talk,” Mike says.

“Talk to me, brother,” my dad says.