He presses his hips down toward my face, and I tense for a moment, not used to this angle, to the way the tip of his cock digs into the base of my tongue. He pauses, pulls his face away from my pussy just far enough to glance along his body at me.
“Relax,” he murmurs. “Just trust me.”
I let my jaw go slack, and he thrusts deeper into my mouth. I take a deep breath, and feel the tip of his shaft press straight to the back of my throat. I dig my hands into his ass, pulling him closer.
“Mm, that’s right, dirty girl. Take my cock in your throat,” he groans, his voice low and distracted, especially as he presses a little closer again and his tip inches down the back of my throat. For a moment, my gag reflex rises up, and I clench my fingers, digging them into his ass cheeks for balance. “Relax,” he says again. “Take it all, Daisy, I know you can. Fuck,” he finishes with a louder groan, as my lips kiss against the base of his shaft, his cock fully inside my mouth.
Only then does he draw back, and I can breathe again, sharp and fast before I pull him back down into me.
He starts to rock over me, finding a rhythm, and I bob my head in time with him. But then he parts my pussy with both hands, and his tongue delves between my lips, straight into my entrance, curling inside me, and I hesitate, losing track of what I’m doing, forgetting to suck his cock because his tongue feels so fucking good inside me.
I clamp my lips around him, trying to hang on, as his tongue delves in and out of me in time with his thrusts. He plunders my mouth and my pussy at the same time, his cock fucking my throat as his tongue thrusts into my pussy over and over.
Before long, I can feel the pressure building deep inside me, behind my navel, rising toward a peak as he thrusts his tongue faster and faster.
I try to keep sucking him, try to remember to lick my tongue across the underside of his cock with each thrust, and reach one hand between his legs to toy with his balls. But his mouth is so damn distracting, and he feels so fucking good, that before long I start to shake, my breath coming hard and fast.
The orgasm hits me without warning, making me cry out with pleasure. I can feel his mouth curve into a sharp smile against me, as his tongue continues to lap across my clit, flattened like a blade now, grazing over me again and again. The orgasm almost doesn’t even stop before it starts to build toward another one, and I forget all about sucking his cock, too distracted by the waves of pleasure shooting through my nerve endings.
When the second orgasm hits, I scream out this time, forgetting where we are, too lost in pleasure to even worry about the way my voice echoes across the valley we’re above, through the forest path behind us.
When I stop shaking from the orgasm, Bronson has drawn away, spun around to kneel over me, smirking down at me in triumph. “Good to know I can distract you the most,” he says, grinning.
In response, I push myself up onto my knees, still quivering from the aftershocks of the orgasm, my pussy dripping wet, though it’s quickly cooling in feeling chilly in the breezy ocean air. I kneel there on the rock in front of Bronson, half naked and out in public, not even caring, as I grab his cock and eagerly suck him back into my mouth again.
He doesn’t hold back this time. His hands dig into my hair, holding on for balance as he drives into my throat. He fucks my mouth, his cock plunging into me, and I relax my whole jaw, let him seize control. Before long, I can hear him breathing faster, in sharp little gasps. I reach my hand up between his legs to gently encircle his balls, tugging them down and away from his body just a little, enough to add to the sensation, while I brace my other hand around his hips for balance as he digs both of his hands into my hair and drives into my mouth.
With a guttural, desperate groan, he comes straight into my throat, his cum coating the inside of my mouth. Eagerly, I lick and suck at his cock, lapping up every last drop, swallowing it all, because I still can’t get enough of the taste of him, the hot, slick, salty scent that drives me wild.
When we pull apart, we’re both breathless, catching one another’s eyes and then bursting into laughter again. He leans down along me and I wrap him in my arms, pull him against me. We lie back against the slick, sun-heated stone in a tangle of limbs, and I rest my head against his chest, savoring the sound of his breath, the steady beat of his heart a reassuring echo against my ear.
“See?” he whispers, just as I’m starting to drift off into a contented, easy nap. “I know how to make you shut up,” he says, a sly grin in his voice.
I punch his chest with a fist, weakly, and that just makes him laugh harder, the sound making my head bounce against his chest. “You cheated,” I murmur, smirking into his chest.
“Maybe,” he agrees. “But all’s fair in love and war.”
And there it is again. That word. Love. I fall asleep with it echoing in my mind.
12
Bronson
“So she won’t tell you why she needs to leave?”
Across the dinner table, Sammy arches a skeptical eyebrow at me, as we both pick at our pasta plates. Our parents strong-armed us into coming to this benefit, insisting that they both needed their “heirs” in attendance. We decided to sit together because we’re both the only people either of us can stand in this overpriced, over decorated ballroom. That, and it makes these things move a little faster when you have someone not completely horrible to converse with.
“I didn’t really press her on it,” I admit, flashing back to the other afternoon when Daisy and I went hiking. In fact, the opposite. I distracted her into being quiet. And we spent the rest of the night in equal amounts of distraction—me carrying her across the floor of my living room, only to get distracted before we even made it to the bedroom. We wound up in the bathroom, under the hot shower, soaping one another’s bodies.
“Aren’t you curious?” Sammy tilts her head, staring at me like I’m nuts, as she reaches down to pluck her martini from the table. She swirls it, squinting balefully at the liquid inside. “Ugh. They never make them dirty enough for me at these things.” But she takes a long gulp of the drink anyway, because let’s face it, there’s no surviving the kind of ridiculous, posturing fundraisers our parents frequent without some kind of alcoholic assistance, even if that alcohol isn’t the best.
“Of course I’m curious,” I reply, scowling. “But I don’t want to make her tell me anything she doesn’t want to share. After all, she has no reason to trust me. Not after what I did.”
By now, halfway through the dinner and more than halfway through tasting all the cocktails they have on offer, I’ve already caved in and told Sammy the entire story. Or almost the whole story. I left out the
debt collectors beating me senseless. But I told her about meeting Daisy back in Georgia, and having real feelings for her, but needing to leave without warning to come back here and work under Dad, follow his bidding once more.
I explained how Daisy wound up here too, in a crazy twist of fate that feels like someone up above reaching down and shoving the two of us back together. But I understand why she’s reluctant to give me another chance, I really do. I can’t blame her, either. In her shoes, I’d probably do the same.
“Well.” Sammy purses her lips. “Without knowing why she’s so adamant about leaving LA, it’s hard to determine what would be the best way to convince her to stay,” she points out.
“I know.” I sigh, and my shoulders sag. “I just… I don’t know. You don’t have any womanly insider information?”
Sammy bursts into laughter. Then she shakes her head, turning to gaze away from me, up at the stage where a presenter is rambling on about new investment opportunities in the entertainment and design industries. I don’t even remember what kind of charity we’re here to benefit. All I know is my parents made me swear I’d attend, and Sammy’s extracted the same oath. “Trust me,” Sammy’s saying, “I have the same girl problems you do. If I had some kind of secret insight, I’d be rolling in pussy right now, instead of trying to salvage the one relationship I actually want to fucking make work, but which I’ve totally wrecked any chance of making long-term…”
I grimace in sympathy. “Lyra will come around.”