Daisy looks away and sighs, her shoulders slumped. My hand reaches for her, but I pull it back quickly. She’s not mine to touch right now. When she meets my eyes again, there are unshed tears dancing along her green orbs.
“Daisy…” My voice cracks as if my heart is breaking. It’s not, but I am trying to show her that I care, that I’m really the good guy here regardless of what people post about me. Yes, I like women and sex, but I’m human and single. I’m not hurting anyone by having one-night stands. The women I pick up aren’t looking for a long-term commitment, nor do they care if I call.
I called Daisy. I pursued her. I want to be with her.
She shakes her head, bringing her fingers to her lips as if she’s trying to keep her words trapped inside. I look out over her shoulder to see a lady walking her dogs. She gives me a slight wave, looking unsure of herself, likely because of the way I’m dressed. I wave back, careful to keep my hand on my hip where I’m holding my towel.
“Today, for the first time since my grandma died, my grandpa laughed. He smiled, ate a hotdog at the ballpark and heckled the opposing team. He was able to do all of this because of you and I want to know why.”
Shit what do I say? Is it because I want to make her smile or get in her pants? Is it because all I do is think about her? I’m not sure I can tell her that the reason I did it was so that she’d talk to me; because that’s purely selfish and the intent of the gift wasn’t meant to be that way.
“I did it because going to a game seemed important to him.”
Before I can register what’s going on, Daisy has her arms wrapped around my neck and her tongue deep in my mouth. She moans when I start to return her kiss. My towel falls away, leaving me bare-ass naked for all my neighbors to see. I fumble with door and try to move us away at the same time without me rubbing my junk all over her leg. I kick the door shut and blindly fumble with the lock. The last thing I want is for someone like Kidd coming over even though it’s too late for visitors.
Cupping her ass in my hands, I pull her legs around my waist and walk us toward my bedroom, leaving my towel on the floor. I’m being presumptuous, I know that, but I can’t help it because she’s working my mouth like a pro while her hands grip my hair. I set her down and pull away, using my thumb under her chin to bring her eyes up to look at me.
“Do you want this?”
The subtle nod she gives me has my dick hardening.
“We can’t take it back once we do this. You have to be sure.”
“I am,” she says softly.
“Is this because I brought your grandpa to the game?” This is my fear. I don’t want her thinking she has to sleep with me to return the favor. That’s not why I did it. I just wanted the opportunity to talk to her.
Daisy stands so she’s pressed against my chest. I’m trying not to think about how fucking hot it would be put my dick in between her perfect mounds and titty fuck her. I know it’s too much to ask for, but a guy can fantasize.
“No, it’s because I want this with you. You’re always in my thoughts, in my dreams and I think about having you inside me. At night, when I’m in bed, I touch myself, imagining it’s your fingers moving over my body.”
Her fingers trace the outlines of my muscles, causing my skin to pebble. I’m trying not to let her words get to me, but it’s no use. My heart is beating faster and my muscles constrict as she touches me. My skin is on fire, just like every other time her skin comes in contact with mine. My throat aches, even though it’s not sore, but the excitement is so much that there’s a pang there keeping my voice on lockdown while my cock has a mind of its own and is ready, straining to have some action.
“When I let my fingers push into me, I picture you doing it. I think about you being the one to cause that warmth to spread through my body.”
My head falls back when her mouth latches onto my nipple. She bites and I groan, grabbing her shoulders in reflex.