Daisy
My lips molded to his and I opened them graciously, his tongue diving into my mouth. I had missed Zeke something fierce after I left three years ago. It wasn’t that I wanted to, but I had to. It was a part of my parents’ stipulation for going to college, and at eighteen, I didn’t think I had any other option but to do what they said. And that meant leaving Zeke alone in the middle of the night and dropping off the face of the earth.
But right now I was in his arms and it felt almost like no time had passed, but then his grip on my waist tightened and his rough hands showed no mercy.
This definitely wasn’t the Zeke who had taken my virginity. No, this was a man who was punishing me, but so desperately wanted me at the same time. I let out a moan into his lips and he lifted me.
My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively and I felt his hard cock against the zipper of his jeans next to my pussy. This dress didn’t warrant panties, and Zeke was about to find out just how much of an easy access he had to me right now. I ground against his cock and he let out a growl and removed his lips from mine.
He placed me on the hood of the car he had just been under and I hoped whomever owned it wasn’t going to mind me getting screwed on top of it. Because that’s most definitely what was about to happen. Long gone was the Zeke who I thought would always make love to me, and here was this mechanic who was going to fuck me to shreds.
“Pull up that dress, Daisy.” Zeke only pulled far enough away to take off his shirt and unzip his pants. I pulled my dress up my thighs, revealing my bare pussy to him. He stopped mid zip and just stared. I took the time to admire how much he had worked out over the years. His biceps were finally filling out his almost seven-foot stature and the way his abs rippled had me biting my lips, wanting just one lick, so I could claim him as mine again.
“You just walk around without panties on all the time?” He quirked an eyebrow at me.
“Sometimes.”
“That fucking stops now.”
“You won’t call me star, so I don’t think you have a right to say what I can and can’t do.” I gave a little push to his chest, but my legs tightened around him. I wanted to push his buttons, but I didn’t want him to leave me.
He gripped my calves that were wrapped around him and pulled them apart. I was scared for a second that he would move away, but instead he spread me out wider and came down to eye level with my pussy.
“If I’m getting this sweet little juice box right now, whatever I say goes.” He looked up at me as his tongue rested against my entrance. “Daisy.”
My hands went to his hair and I pulled at it as he lapped me up. I had been wet just thinking about walking into this garage and the moment I saw Zeke’s face, it was like a waterfall effect. I was grateful I hadn’t had panties on because it would have been no use. They would have been drenched.
“Fuck. It’s as good as I remember it.” He moved his mouth away and nibbled at my thigh.
“Zeke.”
“Let me just revel in this.”
“Zeke.” I moaned his name again and pleaded with him. I wanted him in me.
I wasn’t normally like this, lost in the moment, inhibition thrown out the window, but whenever I was around Zeke, it was who I became. It was one of the reasons he said he loved me, but he only ever got to see me this way.
He moved away from my pussy and where the zipper on his pants was still only half open, it met against my pussy.
“This want you want, Daisy? My cock in you?”
“Yes.” I moaned his name, and with my hands still in his hair I crushed his mouth to mine and tasted myself on him. His hands came to my thighs and pulled me closer to him. I felt as one of his hands worked between where I met the fabric of his jeans.
The sound of his zipper filled the garage and soon I felt the tip of his cock brushing against me.
He pushed the tip in just a little and I threw my head back.
Zeke wasn’t just large in stature, but his cock was a monster itself. It was long and thick. The first time he had thrust into me I thought I was going to break, but my body soon adjusted. He had said it was like I was made for him.
When he held me, my pussy matched up to right where his cock was, he didn’t have to adjust me when he took me, he just had to claim me.
“I’m not going to be gentle this time.”
“I wouldn’t expect any more from you, Zeke.” My lips brushed against his ear and I gasped as his cock filled me to the hilt. Pain rippled through me, but Zeke held still as I adjusted. His teeth grazed my shoulder and my nails raked down his back.
I looked down between us when he pulled away and saw where we were connected. He thrust in again, looking down at the same spot I was.
“Fuck. Look how wet you are.” He took a hand down and scooped up the moisture that had formed between us and brushed it against my lips. I licked it off and a fire blazed in his eyes when I met them. “Taste good?”
“The best,” I bit out back to him.
Somehow in the years we were apart, we had grown more bold together, not caring about anything but getting what we both wanted, and in that moment, it was this. This connection between us, and I was hoping it was more than just our bodies.
He thrust into me again and again as my ass slid across the black car beneath me. I lifted my legs and hooked them around his waist, pulling him closer to me. His hands came down onto the car and caged me in as he rutted against me. His face contorted and he sped up. A hand came to my pussy and he played with my clit, pinching and pulling.
“Zeke.”
“Fuck yes, say it, Daisy. Say my fucking name.”
“Zeke!” I shouted and his name echoed off the walls as I announced my orgasm to anyone who was close enough to hear. My body shook and the tingles I felt started from my toes to the tip of my head, and I jerked against his body, trying to pull more of it out.
Zeke thrust in one more time to me and held me as his body quacked above me. Our breaths were heavy and took a few seconds to even out as we stayed where we were on top of the car. I looked around the shop and Zeke rested his head against my chest.
I played with his hair as I peeked at a few newspaper articles on the wall behind a desk in the far corner. There was a door next to it and I saw a shadow pass by the window.
“Zeke, I think someone’s outside.” I pushed at him, trying to regain some sort of form of decency in case someone walked in. He stood up straight and tucked his dick into his pants and then ran a hand through his hair. It was longer than I remembered, but shorter now on the sides. It suited him well.
“You’re probably right. You should go.” He left me where I still sat on the car and fetched his shirt, throwing it back on in a matter of seconds, like nothing had just happened here.
“Zeke.”
“You got what you came here for. A good fuck. Now you can go back to your parents.”
He crossed his arms over his chest again and my heart broke a little. He was closing himself off again and I hated that I had made him this way. I was smart enough to know I had broken Zeke’s heart, but I wanted more than anything now to put it back together.
If only he would let me.
“I want to talk—”
“Not right now, Daisy.”
“Please.” I jumped off the car and smoothed my dress back down. I tried so hard to make myself look older when I decided to come here today. I wanted to talk to Zeke about us and explain what had happened, but he wasn’t having it, and the sex had just thrown everything off kilter.
“Just leave.”
He pointed toward the door and I took the final hint.
I left him alone, but I wasn’t giving up that easily when it came to Zeke. If there was anything I was more than sure of, it was that I still loved him and I knew he still loved me.
He just didn’t want to admit it.