“Or should I start down here?” I ask. I sink to the floor. And just because I’m wicked, I pull up his T-shirt and lick as I make my way south, light and teasing, down the trail of hair leading into his jeans. With my hand, I stroke his dick through the denim, reveling in the hardness of him.
I unbutton his jeans and unzip them slowly. Then I push down his pants and boxers in one motion. He toes out of his shoes and kicks everything aside.
That’s when all thoughts of teasing leave me. His dick is standing hard and proud at attention.
I can’t hold back anymore. I take him in my hand.
And mouth.
CHAPTER 36
Ryder
(NINE YEARS AGO) RYDER’S JOURNAL
I saw Daisy for the first time in over a year at her high school graduation. Chase went incognito to see her graduate because he didn’t want to attract attention. What Daisy didn’t know was that I was there, too. I hung in the very back of the crowd, using all of my Future Shock paparazzi-avoidance tricks.
Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was my promise. Maybe it was more. But I wanted to see if she was happy in her new life with a good family. I saw her onstage and almost didn’t recognize her. Her wild hair was straightened in strict order. She wore a sedate dress and low heels under her graduation gown. Even her smile was subdued.
And then, when her name was called, and it was time for her to get her diploma, they were delivered to the stage. One hundred yellow balloons with daisies on them and weights so they didn’t float too far. They were silly. And over thetop. And I knew she’d love them. She tipped her head back in laughter. And, just for a moment, I saw her shine again.
(NOW)
She takes my dick in her mouth, and my vision goes black. Daisy already has me harder than I’ve ever been before with her teasing.
How I’ve been able to resist this for so many years, I have no idea. But now that we’re together, it’s inevitable.
We’reinevitable. At least we are tonight. And for the next two weeks. I’m not going to worry about what comes after. Not now.
She licks me slowly, and I need to anchor myself against the all-consuming pleasure or I’ll lose control. I twine my fingers through her hair. I’m shaking with restraint, but she continues the torment. Alternating light, lapping flicks of her tongue with taking me in deep and slow, as far back as she can go. I’m buried in her mouth, her suction around me.
I mutter an oath as she makes languorous strokes before going back to the torturous teasing. On and on, drawing me to the brink, then holding back, giving me just enough to drive me further into madness.
When I can’t handle any more, when I’m a hairbreadth from coming far, far sooner than I wanted, I growl, “Enough.” And push her off me gently but firmly.
I tilt her head up to me, directing her with my hands in her hair. She’s on her knees, a fraction of an inch from my very hard dick that’s wet from her blowing me, and I almost lose it again.
She smiles, a slow, sensual look. “Enjoy your kisses?” she asks.
“I fucking loved your beautiful mouth on my dick. But I can’t handle any more, or this night is going to end way too soon.”
“Well, wearein a teenager’s bedroom,” she sasses.
I lean down and scoop her into my arms, swatting her ass lightly. She gasps, but not in pain. Her eyes spark as I carry her.
“It’s my turn now.”
“Ooh, do I get three kisses?”
“You get three orgasms.”
“I adore this for me.”
“Spread your legs,” I order.
“Okay,” she says, and I love that she isn’t shy. I settle myself between her legs. “Fuck, you have the prettiest pussy.”
“Why, thank you. You give the sweetest compliments.”
