13
DAISY
I didn’t know why I ran away, but I did.
As soon as I blurted out the truth, I didn’t even wait for Caleb’s reaction before I pulled my legs out of the pool and dashed across the deck towards the first pair of doors I could find.
I slipped into the foggy glass doors, and I found myself stepping into a dense fog of steam. It wasn’t just any steam. It was a rich, heavenly steam, perfumed with eucalyptus and ylang-ylang and jasmine, a fragrance that immediately eased the tension in my shoulders and worked away the knots of stress that had wound themselves up in my head.
I stepped through the tile chamber and took a seat on the built-in bench, letting my head slump back against the wall. I pinched my eyes shut, taking in a deep breath of the soothing steam, and I wondered what Caleb is thinking.
I opened my eyes, glancing at the door, and then a terrible thought entered my head. What if he doesn’t come after me? What if he leaves me here?
I gulped, but before my mind had a chance to wander to the tiny, dark corners where my vulnerability and insecurity liked to hide, the door to the steam room opened, and Caleb stepped inside.
He was dripping wet from pulling himself out of the pool and everything in me wanted to run towards him. I wanted to throw my arms around him and do all the things he kept daring me to do. Feel his skin against mine, and learn once and for all if he was right about all those things he said.
For years, I’ve refused to let my virginity define me. While my close friends and confidants had viewed it as some sort an untapped potential, “like a passport full of unstamped pages,” Raven joked once, I’ve never felt any pressing need or urgent desire to shed my virgin status. In fact, in the last few years, I had grown to appreciate it. I’ve liked not belonging to anyone. I’ve liked that nobody knows me better than I know myself.
But now Caleb’s turned my world upside down, because with one flick of his tongue my body relinquished control. He knew me better than I knew myself. And I thought I’d be scared or hurt by that, but instead I was fascinated. I wanted him to know me more and for the first time in my life, I wanted him to take the piece of me that nobody else could have.
I wanted Caleb to take my virginity.
But as he crossed the steam room and sat on the tiled bench beside me, I sensed his sudden reluctance.
“You should have told me.”
“Why?”
“Why?” he scoffed, shaking his head. “You always ask such absurd questions.”
I heard a hint of flirtation in his voice, and hope inflated my heavy heart.
“Does it change anything?”
“Of course it does. If I had known that you were a virgin…”
His voice trailed off, and he shook his head again as he sighed heavily.
“What?” I demanded. “What would you have done differently, if you had known?”
He did not offer me an answer, so I tried again.
“What happened to all that stuff you said about sex?” I pressed. “About it not needing to mean anything to be fulfilling?”
“Your first time should mean something.”
“Why?” I demanded. “Why should it?”
“Because,” Caleb said, his fiery eyes met mine in an intense, pained gaze. “Your first time might be the only time it can mean something. And if it doesn’t, then you’ll just end up being a cynical shell of a person like me who craves a connection that he can never seem to find.”
“So having sex ruins people?” I snapped.
“No,” he said firmly. “But people can ruin sex, and if you share your first time with the wrong person--”
“Are you the wrong person?”
“No,” he said again, his eyes burned through mine.
“Then why won’t you fuck me?”
“You shouldn’t talk like that.”
“Why?”
“Because you don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“I can handle it.”
“You can’t.”
“That’s not your decision to make,” I reminded him. “I don’t need you to dictate how I should feel or what I should want. I know what I want… I want you.”
He was silent, and my heart continued to pound in the thick steam.
“And you want me,” I reminded him. The desire burned inside me mixed with anger, and I needed to prove him wrong just as much as I needed to have him inside of me. I climbed onto his lap, wrapping my legs around his hips and planting my hands on the waistband of his briefs.
“You want to be my first,” I whispered, sliding over his lap and feeling the sharp ridge of his cock rising up under the fabric of his briefs. “Come on, Caleb. I’ve been brave. I’ve put myself out there. Now why don’t you tell me what you’re thinking for a change?”
“You’re a little cock-tease,” he said through gritted teeth. “I think you’re a guppy trying to swim with a shark. I think you’re in over your head.”
“You think I’m afraid of you,” I whispered, pressing my lips into his chest. I didn’t know where this side of me had been hiding all of my life, but now that she had been exorcised, I couldn’t stop myself. I was out of control. I was drunk on the thrill of feeling Caleb’s body pressed against mine.
My panties were slick from my excitement and I needed him to rip them off. I needed him to make me feel those things again. I needed him to work his magic, make my body bend and burn in response to his touch.
“You should be afraid of me.”
“Why?”
“Stop asking stupid questions,” he muttered, pressing his lips into neck as his hands wrapped around my bare ass cheeks. He spread my ass apart, sinking his fingers deeper into my skin until I yelped with pain.
“Then give me one good reason why you can’t fuck me,” I dared him.
“Because,” he warned, squeezing tighter, digging his nails into my flesh. “I can’t just have meaningless sex with you, Daisy.”
I took a deep breath, my head spinning with what he just said. We were past the point of being shy. We were beyond being bashful. I felt his cock throbbing between my thighs and the only thing separating us was wet fabric.
“Don’t make me ask twice,” I whispered.
He released his grip on my ass and I feel his open palm swat my skin. The pain stung my skin, but as it trembled through my slit it turned to pleasure and my entire body ached for him to be inside me.
He stood up suddenly, wrapping my legs around his waist so he could carry me, and then he was pushing us through the door back to the pool. The cool air was a shock, replacing the hot steam that my skin had gotten used to.
He tossed me down onto an empty pool bed and then he was digging through the heap of clothes he left by the side of the pool.
He dropped down to his knees and grabbed my panties, working them down my hips. Then his lips crashed between my legs, finding the same spot that brought me waves of bliss before.
I was instantly on the brink of coming, but he stopped when he tasted the climax building up inside of me.
When I saw him pulling down his briefs, I understood why. He was going to finish the job with his cock.
I sucked in a deep breath when I saw him exposed, thick and throbbing, glistening with desperation to get inside of me. I whimpered, wondering how he was supposed to fit inside of me, and Caleb glanced down at me.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Get inside me.”
That was all the invitation he needed. He thrusted into me, not taking his time, and I felt my walls scream as they open around his thick shaft. I felt my insides rip apart from his size, and the pain was almost too much to stand.
He planted his palm over my chest, pressing me into the bed as he thrust again, and my body shattered. But then my cells started to fuse back together, my muscles mended themselves, my skin adapted, and I felt something other than pain.
I felt my hips buck up, inviting him deeper inside of me. He grunted as he indulged me. And all at once, I felt the explosive orgasm rip through my entire body.
What Caleb did with his mouth was incredible, but feeling him inside me as my body burst around him it was better than anything I ever could have imagined.
It was bliss.
It was like dying and coming back to life again, all in the span of a few seconds.
I couldn’t stop myself from moaning, and my cries mixed with his grunts as he climaxed too.
And in that moment, I realized that I would never be the same again.