12
CALEB
“The Preston Hotel?” Daisy asked as she stepped out of the car and onto the curb.
“You asked me if we should be supporting the competition last time,” I smiled, offering my arm. “So I figured we’d give the Preston our business tonight.”
“Mixing business and pleasure,” Daisy smiled up at me.
“Always,” I smiled back.
We were different together, now. The dynamic had changed. Daisy wasn’t pretending that she could resist me, and I was not pretending that she could resist me if she wanted to.
I steered us through the hotel, marble, tall, overwhelming, busy, and bypassed the hotel’s restaurant.
“No dinner tonight?”
“Not yet,” I said. “We have other appetites to satisfy, first.”
I scooped her into the elevator as her face turned bright red. She bit her bottom lip, confirming that she knew exactly what appetite I was referring to. And confirming that it does indeed need to be satisfied.
It was imperative that I learned the language of Daisy’s body. That I could decode what she wanted, what she needed.
I absently pressed the elevator button, then I turned my full attention back to Daisy. Tonight she was wearing a sheer black blouse tucked into a short leather skirt. I could see the outline of her lace bra through the shirt, and when I pulled her into my chest, I could feel the prick of her hardened nipples pressed against me.
Her long legs were wrapped in a fresh pair of black nylons - I bet she pictured me ripping them off of her when she slid them over her silky smooth legs. Her hair was twisted off her neck, revealing the long stretch of glistening skin. I couldn’t resist brushing my lips over her neck, tasting her as the elevator ascended.
She was braver tonight. She leaned into my embrace, and I felt a curious hand explore my chest.
We arrived at the hotel's top floor, where the pool and spa were located. When the doors parted and Daisy smelled the mixture of essential oils and chlorine that fill the air, she glanced up at me, confused.
“I closed the spa down for us tonight,” I explained. “It’s all ours.”
“How?”
“I know a guy,” I winked.
The Preston Hotel’s pool overlooked the glittering Manhattan skyline with giant floor-to-ceiling glass windows. As the sun set over the river in the distance, the pool was flooded with an orangey-pink glow pouring in through the glass and tinting the rippling water of the pool.
“What do you think?”
“I think this sure as hell beats the YMCA in Greenpoint,” she marveled, glancing around. Then she frowned, “But I didn’t bring a swimsuit…”
“Me neither,” I whispered. I strode across the tile pool deck towards a lounging chair, and I started to strip off my black suit. Daisy watched apprehensively, then she took a deep breath and sauntered towards me, her fingers working down the buttons of her blouse.
She was learning fast.
I kicked off the legs of my pants and threw them over the chair, then stripped off my white dress shirt while I watched Daisy wiggle her leather skirt over her hips.
I saw her eyes exploring me. She was gnawing at her bottom lip again as her eyes traced over my bare chest, the abs Aaron helped me work for in the gym. And then her gaze found the bulge in my black briefs, and her eyes lingered.
Daisy was getting confident. She knew what she wanted, and if she played her cards right, I might just give it to her.
But first, I leapt across the pool deck and dove into the water, breaking the still surface and surging through the sting of brisk coldness that wrapped around my body. I stayed underwater for a few seconds, letting the cold sink through my skin until my body adjusted, then I popped my head through the surface and slick back my hair.
“Impressive,” Daisy said. She was sitting on the pool’s edge now, wearing just her panties and lace bra. Her legs are dipped into the water, softly kicking back and forth. “How’d you learn to dive like that?”
“I used to be on the dive team when I went to boarding school,” I explained, swimming towards her. “I got kicked off when the coach found Adderall in my locker.”
“Such a bad boy,” she bit her lip again, and despite the brisk water, I felt my cock start to harden. There was nothing between us now. No clothes, no interruptions. No reason not to pick up where we left off the other night.
“I’m not supposed to see you anymore,” she blurted out suddenly.
“Huh?”
She looked down, fixing a strand of loose hair behind her ear.
“The headmaster called me into his office. Apparently some of the other parents were upset with Emmy’s new arrangement, and….”
“What?” I felt a flash on anger, imagining the sort of stuck-up parents that would complain about my niece in the first place. I saw how great she got along with the other girls from her class at the party tonight. I knew Emmy wasn’t causing problems.
“...and I guess the headmaster found out that I went with home with you and Emmy the other night,” she said, glancing up at me.
“Yeah, you did. Because you give a shit,” I nodded. “Because you’re a great teacher, and you’re committed to your students. They should be praising you for that, not lecturing you.”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Daisy said, blinking at me.
I nodded, agreeing that we shouldn’t let it ruin our night.
“Besides,” she said with a sneaky smile, “I still came, didn’t I?”
“You did,” I said. “Very naughty of you, Miss Wright.” I gazed up at her. “Why did you come tonight?”
She shrugged. Her legs kicked in the water, this time gliding over my submerged hips.
“Do you know what you want yet?” I asked her. She glanced up at me. Her face was soft, but her eyes are on fire.
I planted my hands onto her knees, stopping her from kicking, and then I spread her legs slowly apart.
I could feel her heart racing as I pressed my body between her legs. I ran my palm up her smooth stomach, my handprint leaving a wet trail on her skin. My fingertips pried under the bottom of her lace bra and I press my hand inside, cupping her breast. I squeezed and she took a deep breath, leaning into me. Then I pulled down the fabric of her bra, revealing her perky perfect pink petal.
She wrapped an arm around my wet neck as I bent forward, taking her nipple between my lips and tugging. First, I clamped down gently, but as her grip around my neck gets harder, so does my bite; I sunk my teeth into her soft skin, then I sealed my lips around her nipple and suck until she whimpers with pain.
I immediately released my bite and sit back, admiring the red ring my lips left around her breast. My cock was throbbing underwater and I knew she could see it, even through the soft waves of the pool.
Her soft pink nipple was tender, stinging from my bite and I brought a wet hand up from the pool to rub the pain away, milking her gently as her whimper turns into a moan.
“Caleb,” she murmured, her voice strained as she leaned into my chest. “I… I…”
“Daisy,” I said firmly, “Don’t be shy. Don’t hesitate, just tell me what you’re thinking. That’s the only way this can work…”
She sat back suddenly and her eyes focused on mine.
“I’m a virgin.”