Chapter 40: You Said I Was Your Favorite: Chapter 40

I’ve been restrained around Daisy pretty much since the day I actually looked into her eyes and spoke to her. Despite trying to deny the attraction I felt toward her from day one, how mean I was toward her, how fucking obsessed I’ve become with her, I’m funneling it all into this moment.

Showing her exactly how I feel about her. How much I want her.

It’s too much. It might scare her but fuck.

Too late now.

She doesn’t try to push me off her so I take it as a good sign. I give in to my baser instincts and let go. Grunting with every thrust, pushing my cock into her again and again, still careful, always careful with Daisy. She moves with me, hooking her long legs around my waist and tilting her hips, which sends me even deeper.

I give up trying to kiss her or touch her and just grip her hips while I thrust inside her, my orgasm barreling down upon me. Robbing me of thought and breath. All I can focus on is getting that satisfaction I know is just on the horizon.

And when I feel her inner walls tighten, squeezing around me in a stranglehold, that’s what sends me over the edge, making me come with a shout.

“Fuck,” I groan, pressing as deep as I can get as the shudders wrack my body. Until I collapse on top of her in a boneless heap, my mind spinning. My body still shaking.

Daisy runs her hands up and down my back, tickling my skin, making me shiver. I lie there for I don’t know how long, a big sweaty mess dripping all over her, but when I try to lift away from her, she presses her hands on my back, keeping me in place.

“Don’t go yet,” she whispers, and so I don’t.

I savor the feeling of her beneath me. Naked and sweaty and so fucking beautiful, it hurts to look at her. Hurts worse that I didn’t make her come when I was inside her, but I know she did earlier, when I went down on her. I’m going to rest for a little bit, and then I’m going to make her come again.

If I could, I’d make her come all night. With my mouth and my fingers and my cock. Giving her as many orgasms as she could stand until she couldn’t take it anymore.

That’s all I want. To give my girl pleasure. To hear her sob my name. To know I’m the only one who can make her feel like this.

The only one.

“You okay?” I finally ask, choking out the words.

She nods, her hands drifting up and down my back still. “Definitely okay.”

“You didn’t come.”

“You did.”

Lifting up so I can look at her face, I see that she’s smiling. “Kind of hard to hide it.”

Her smile is tremulous, her eyes brimming with emotion that makes my heart pang. “It was perfect.”

I kiss her forehead. “I hurt you?”

“Only for a little bit. It truly wasn’t that bad.”

I kiss her lips, searching her mouth with my tongue, and when I break away from her, she’s breathless, her body wiggling beneath mine. “What are you, some sort of perfect girl or what?”

“Only for you,” she whispers, the look on her face serious.

Well hell.

“I’ll be back,” I tell her, pulling out of her body before I crawl off the bed. “Gotta get rid of the condom.”

I practically run into the bathroom and shut the door, flicking on the lights so I can look at myself in the mirror. Completely naked with a deflated dick and a condom still on, all sweaty and with my hair sticking up everywhere, I look like a nightmare.

Jesus.

I dispose of the condom and grab a clean washcloth, running the water until it’s warm before placing the washcloth under the water, getting it wet. Once that’s done, I wash my hands, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I look like a mess and I try to smooth my hair out by finger combing it, though I realize quick that’s a waste of my time.

The longer I stare at myself, the more changed I feel, which is ridiculous but damn. What Daisy and I just shared…

Such a cliché, but she rocked my world.

It’s okay to tell her how you feel. She won’t throw it in your face later like everyone else in your life. She’s a good girl. Probably feels the same way you do.

Nodding once, I turn off the light and exit the bathroom, joining Daisy where I left her: in my bed.

She’s sprawled across the mattress, lying on her stomach, her hair messier than mine, the covers kicked off to reveal her perfect body. I’m seized with the need to worship all of that naked skin on display and I press my knee onto the mattress, studying her for a moment longer before I slowly crawl onto the bed.

“You awake?” I murmur, my hand hovering above her calf.

She nods, her hair rustling against the sheets. “I’m tired. I think you wore me out.”

Daisy doesn’t even know the lengths I will go in order to wear her out. It’s my dream to fuck her into oblivion for the rest of our days.

The realization is like a smack across my face and I pause, letting my thoughts sink deep into my heart.

I care about this girl more than anyone else I know. Could probably fall in love with her, if I haven’t already.

“Let me clean you up,” I whisper.

Another nod is her answer, her hair rustling against the pillow.

Letting my hand drop, I smooth it up the back of her leg, squeezing her thigh. She wiggles her ass and my gaze drops to the perfect round shape, suddenly tempted to sink my teeth into the fleshiest part of it.

Shit. Not yet. I don’t want to scare her.

“Turn over on your back,” I urge and she does, a faint smile curling her lips when her gaze meets mine. “Spread your legs, baby.”

Suddenly looking shy—hilarious considering she’s naked—she averts her gaze and spreads her legs, all of that glistening pink flesh on display. I take the warm, wet washcloth and dab it between her legs, my gaze on her face the entire time.

She winces when I touch a particular spot and when I finally finish, I check the washcloth, not surprised at all to find tiny streaks of blood on it.

Shit. I hurt her. But she was a virgin. I was bound to hurt her.

Feeling guilty, I throw the washcloth on the floor, kicking it under the bed.

“Roll back over on your stomach,” I tell her and she does without saying a word, clutching the pillow, her arms stretched over her head.

I resume stroking her legs, my cock rousing, Daisy stirring beneath my hands. Like I’m working her up too. She’s restless, her legs shifting, and I catch glimpses of her pretty pink pussy, still soft and glistening.

I shouldn’t do anything to her. I should leave her alone. She’s probably sore and achy and doesn’t want me to touch her.

But my cock’s standing at attention now and it’s an insistent fucker. Carefully I lock my fingers around both of her ankles. “Get on your knees.”

She could tell me no. Or beg off by saying she’s too tired. Too sore. Over it.

Daisy does none of that. There’s no hesitation when she drags her legs toward her and rises onto her knees, her upper half still pressed into the mattress. What a sight she makes. Ass straight up in the air, her pussy on display just for me.

Leaning in, I press my face against her, making her jolt. Her musky scent drives me fucking wild and I brace my hands on either side of her ass, gripping her tight so she can’t move. I tease her pussy with my tongue, searching every part of her on display.

Daisy cries out, her voice muffled thanks to the pillow that she’s clutching to her face, her knees spreading open wider. Her silent invitation that she wants more.

I will more than gladly give this girl whatever she wants just to make her moan my name and shudder in pleasure.

I lick her everywhere I can touch, my fingers drifting upward, until I’ve got my thumb pressed against her asshole. She bucks against my mouth, basically sobbing into the pillow, and when I suck her clit between my lips, she cries out my name, her entire body shaking. I don’t let up my ministrations on her clit until she’s trying to pull away from me and when I back up, she collapses onto the mattress.

Without hesitation, I go to her, wrapping her up in my arms and clutching her close, spooning her. She shifts closer, her ass right on my dick, her body still shaking, and I press my lips on the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, her pulse pounding beneath them.

“Oh my God,” she finally whispers, making me chuckle.

“Liked it?” I kiss her neck.

“That was…”

“Fucking hot?” I supply for her.

“Yes.” A nod. “Definitely.”

We lie in silence and despite the raging hard-on I’m still sporting, my eyelids eventually close and my thoughts start to drift. I can hear the rain falling outside, the drops hitting against the windows whenever there’s a gust of wind and it’s soothing.

So soothing, we both eventually fall asleep.

I wake up to complete darkness, slowly realizing I’m alone in the bed. I sit up quickly, pushing my hair out of my eyes to find Daisy moving about the darkened room, running into furniture.

“Ow,” she mutters when she smacks into the corner of my desk.

Reaching toward my nightstand, I turn on a lamp, illuminating the room. Daisy is standing in the middle of it clad in just a pair of pale blue panties, her uniform shirt clutched in her hand.

“Oh. Hey. I didn’t realize you were awake.”

“What time is it?” I grab the phone and answer my own question. “Shit, it’s already nine.”

“I know. I need to go home. I can’t believe we slept that long.” She swipes her bra from the floor and puts it on, then slips her shirt on over it. “The light is on at my house.”

My gaze goes to the window but from where I’m at, I can’t see her cottage. “Your dad is already home?”

“That or he left a lamp on. I don’t know.” She sounds nervous and her movements are almost frantic as she tries to get her clothes on.

I climb out of bed and go to her, pulling her into my arms and giving her a hug. “Hey, it’s going to be okay.”

She sags against me, her forehead pressed against my chest. “I don’t want to lie to him.”

“You want to tell him the truth, but you know he won’t like it,” I warn her.

Daisy pulls out of my embrace, turning her back to me so she can slip on her skirt and I immediately miss her. “I don’t care if he doesn’t like it. I’m not a liar, Arch. I can’t lie to him. He’s all I’ve got in this world.”

I’m standing in front of her with nothing on and in this moment, I feel like I’ve got nothing to lose.

“You’ve got me.”

She yanks her skirt into place and buttons it before turning to face me, buttoning her shirt. “I know.” Her voice is small, and the sound of it makes me feel small too.

Like she doesn’t believe me, which is just mind blowing. Doesn’t she see it? How gone I am for her?

“Do you really, Daze?”

“I do.” She tucks her shirt back into place before settling onto the edge of my bed, slipping back on her socks. “I’m feeling—guilty, is all.”

Ah, shit. That’s the last thing I want her to feel.

Spotting my boxer briefs, I slip them back on, not about to have this discussion with her while I’m naked. I feel vulnerable enough already.

She’s trying to put on her loafers when I kneel in front of her, my hands on her knees, my gaze imploring as I stare up at her. “Don’t feel guilty, Daze. What we just shared…it means everything to me.”

“It means everything to me too,” she whispers, and I can tell she feels as vulnerable as I do.

“Don’t feel guilty.” My voice is firm. “You’re eighteen. Teenagers have sex all the time. It’s what we do.”

Daisy smiles, her hair falling around her face. “Is that so?”

“Yeah. Look at us. I’m already thinking about how I can get you naked again.”

She stares into my eyes, her lips still swollen from my kisses, and I swear I see a mark on her neck, also probably my fault. I’ve marked her, yet she can’t see it. Does she feel it though? Does she know it?

Daisy Albright is mine. All mine.

“I like you, Daze,” I admit. “A lot.”

Her smile is faint. “I like you too, Archibald.”

I’m frowning, but it fades fast. I’m too damn happy. “I don’t like it when you call me that though.”

“Why not? It’s your name, after all.”

“A name I don’t particularly like.” I rise up and kiss her, my lips lingering. “Want me to walk you to your house?”

“I can go by myself.”

She stands, going to my desk chair and grabbing her jacket, pulling it on, then slinging her backpack over her shoulder. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah.” I go to her again, pressing her against the door, kissing her hard. I can’t stop kissing her. I wish she didn’t have to leave. We need to try and plan some sort of weekend getaway soon, though I’m sure her dad won’t let her go.

Fucking sucks, having to deal with an overprotective parent. That’s a first.

“Bye,” she whispers, kissing me one more time.

“I’ll miss you.”

She smiles. “You’ll see me in the morning.”

“I’ll still miss you. I like having you in my bed.”

Her cheeks turn pink. That this girl can still blush after I went down on her from behind and made her scream into a pillow—I don’t get it. “I like being in your bed.”

We kiss—and we don’t stop. Until she’s eventually pushing me away and I stumble backward, not ready to quit but doing it for her.

Always for her.

“I’ll see you later,” she says, her voice firm as she turns her back to me and unlocks the door.

“Text me when you get home.”

“I will,” she promises, opening the door. “Bye, Arch.”

“Bye, Daze.”

I watch the door shut, hating how empty my room feels with her gone. I immediately go to the window, pissed at myself for not walking with her. Thankfully the rain stopped, but the sidewalks are wet and what if she slips and falls?

Jesus, I am way too overprotective. I need to chill.

Within seconds, Daisy appears walking down the sidewalk, headed to her house. I watch her go, my chest aching, worry filling me though I don’t quite know why.

That’s a lie. I know. It’s her dad. I’m worried he’ll overreact when she comes home and make her feel guilty for being with me. I don’t want to lose her, and I definitely don’t want her father convincing her that I’m a piece of shit she should steer clear of.

I don’t get his hatred toward me. I need to talk to him. Show him how much I care about his daughter. Because I do. Care about Daisy.

Pretty sure I’m falling in love with her.