Third Base (The Boys of Summer Book 1)(29)
Daisy hitches her leg higher and I love that she’s so into this. Her hips rock with the movement of my hand. She pulls me to her, taking my mouth with hers and sucking on my tongue. I’m about to f*cking die, right here, right now.
“Oh no,” she says as she moves faster. My thumb presses against her bud while I slide another finger into her *.
“Oh yes,” I say, encouraging her to accept what’s happening to her body. “Go with it, baby. Let your body take over.”
“Oh shit. Oh my. Oh shit.” She strings together words in between gasping. “I’m… it’s… oh shit, I’m coming…” her walls flex as her juices coat my fingers. I slow down and let her ride out her orgasm before pulling out completely. Her leg falls tiredly back down onto the bed and Daisy looks like she’s about to fall asleep.
“Did I bore you?” I ask, unable to keep the laughter away.
She shakes her head. “God, no. That was intense.”
“Was it your first one?” I’m asking for my own stupidly. I want to be the only one who has done this for her.
She shakes her head, “Self-induced, but nothing like that.” She doesn’t meet my eyes when she says that. Maybe out of embarrassment? She shouldn’t be. I jack off all the time. In fact, I need to right now.
“I’d like to watch you do that sometime,” I tell her, kissing her softly on the lips before extracting myself from her. “I’ll be right back.” I climb off my bed and take the painful steps to the bathroom. My cock is out of my pants before I’m even five feet away from her and about to blow its load by the time I get to the bathroom door. Even if he got to touch her *, he would’ve pumped and dumped before I had a chance to have any fun.
When I walk out of the bathroom, Daisy’s back is to me. The streetlights shine through my sheer curtains, casting a soft glow around her. Dressed in black lace, she looks like an angel with a little hint of the devil. I step toward her and ghost my fingertips along the back of her shoulders. Goosebumps pebble her skin, causing her to shiver. I hold back the urge to rub against the swell of her ass. Doing so would only end with us in bed. Not that I don’t want to be there.
“Are you cold?” My lips follow the path of my fingers as I kiss along her collarbone. I’m torn in two, right now, struggling between wanting to take her back to bed and celebrating her birthday. I did buy her a cake and want her to make a wish – a wish that I hope I can make come true – before her birthday is over. I glance quickly at the clock on my bedside table and see that my time is running out.
“A little,” she says low that I can barely hear. I kiss her neck and tug on her ear before moving toward my dresser. I pull out a t-shirt and look at her as she stands in the same spot. Her shyness makes her more desirable than I could have ever imagined. I want to pull her into my arms and hold her, cradle her and keep her out of harm’s way, even though I know that I can’t. Daisy is far from meek or needing to be saved and I need to stop thinking like that.
I hand her a BoRe t-shirt. It’s white and almost touches her knees because it’s too long for her. The fabric is slightly see-through, showing just enough of her bra to give me a semi. She’s so f*cking hot right now with my shirt on and her hair falling out of her hair up-do.
“In ten minutes, your birthday will be over.”
She glances at the clock and nods. “I had an amazing birthday.”
I brush some imaginary lint off her shoulder. It’s really just an excuse to touch her. “Did you get anything for your birthday?”
“I got a lovely dinner and a fancy ride in a black car where a very nice man opened my door. I got to dress up in my grandmother’s prom dress, something I’ve wanted to do for years, and received the biggest smile from my grandfather. Then I got to be with a man that I really like, in a way that we’ll always remember.” She stretches up on her tip toes and brushes her lips to mine. My hand rests on her hip, intent on keeping her close, but she pulls away.
“I have something for you.” I take her hand in mine and lead her out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. She props herself up on the white marble countertop and for some reason I find that extremely sexy. She’s now my height, and it’s something I’m going to take advantage of. I step in between her legs and slide my hands under her shirt and into the waistband of her panties. Daisy wraps her legs around me, caging me in. There are quick flashes of us like this in the morning and something deep inside tells me that I could get used this. But even I know it’s too soon to think about a future together. We’re just starting out. Everything is new and fresh with us, exploratory. In a week, she could hate me.
We share an intense kiss that has me on edge. The thought of spreading her out on my counter and feasting on her runs through my mind. Except I really want to finish celebrating her birthday. Reluctantly, I pull away and let my fingers drag along her body until I’m no longer touching her. I keep my back to her as I pull out the cake I ordered. I set it on the counter nearest my refrigerator and lift the lid. This had to be my hardest purchase to date, ordering a cake for someone that I’m trying to get to know. Thankfully, the baker gave me some insight and collectively we decided that a white cake with chocolate mousse filling would do the trick, topped off with buttercream frosting. Happy Birthday Daisy is written in elegant script and is surrounded by white flowers with black and red accents. I went with black and red because of our BoRe connection. For all I know she hates these colors, but it’s the thought that counts.