Page 41 of Never Say Never

“I want you too,” she says, and I swear my cock grows harder.

“You sure?”

“I’m positive.”

“I don’t have a condom, and I’ve never been with anyone without one, but fuck, do I want to with you.”

Her gaze is steady as sexual tension crackles in the air between us. This wasn’t my intention when I picked Daisy up at her apartment tonight, but from the moment I watched her strip out of every piece of clothing on her body, all I’ve been able to think about is how much I want her.

“I’ve never done it either, but I’m protected. I’m good without one.”

My heart stops.Fuck.When will it stop doing that? I have never considered going without one with anyone else I’ve everbeen with, but Daisy is different. She’s my best friend. If she’s okay with it, then so am I.

“I would never do anything to harm you, you gotta know that, right? You trust me?”

“Of course.”

I scoop her into my arms and lie her down on the pool lounger under a heat lamp. Every cell in my body, every fiber of my being, sparks to life just from looking at her soft, creamy skin under mine as I decide how I want to take her. I’ve imagined it a million different ways— Daisy on her hands and knees as I take her from behind. Daisy up against a wall with her thighs wrapped around my waist riding my cock while I pump into her. But tonight, I decide I want her on her back so I can look at her. The beautiful girl who I’ve never been able to take my eyes off.

“Fuck, look at you. You are beautiful,” I whisper into her neck. I press a kiss below her ear, her jaw and her chin before nudging her legs open with my knee, settling between her parted thighs. I’m an inch away from sinking inside her; my cock teasing her entrance, not penetrating, just toying with the wet folds between her thighs. I know that if we do this, everything changes. Our friendship. Our future. If we do this and have regrets, there will be no coming back from this.

Is it worth it?

Yes. My pulse speeds. Being with Daisy is worth the risk.

My heart beats wildly in my chest. I’ve wanted this—wantedher—for almost half of my life. This isn’t just fucking. This is claiming Daisy.

My mouth moves down Daisy’s body, sucking a nipple into my mouth. She writhes, back arched, her pelvis rocking into mine. Her legs wrap around my hips, sealing my body to hers as I trail kisses across her ribcage to her other nipple, sucking the stiff peak between my teeth.

“Tucker,” she breathes.

My dick twitches at the sound of my name in her voice. “What do you need, Dais?”

“You.”

Her entire body trembles under mine, her breaths shallow as I keep flicking my tongue against her nipple. “I’m going to fuck you, I promise.”

But first I need to play with her tits. I need to take my time, two perfect handfuls that have been driving me insane all night. I lick and suck, flick and nip at the blush-coloured peaks as her hands dive into my hair, gripping the short strands and tugging.

“That feels so good,” she murmurs. “Your mouth, Tuck, is so good.”

God, she is so fucking perfect.

Her thick hair is fanned out over the cushion, her eyes hooded, cheeks the prettiest shade of pink.

My cock is aching, begging, leaking at the tip. And I wrap my hand around the head, coating it in my precum before stroking myself until I’m slick. Then I’m notching my cock at her entrance, holding her gaze as I slowly work myself inside her.

Holy hell, she feels so good.She’s tight but Daisy stretches around me to take me until she fits me perfectly. Pure ecstasy fires through my veins to my core somehow intensifying the deeper I bury myself into her. “You feel incredible like this.”

Her lips are parted, and I watch her eyes flutter closed. She makes a groaning sound that I feel straight to my cock. I close my eyes as I rock back and forth into her warm, wet heat before pressing in even deeper until my balls rub against her opening.

She makes another one of the sounds that I’m already addicted to, as her fingernails claw into my ass. I’m so fucking turned on from seeing her on her knees for me with my dick in her mouth, that I’m teetering on the edge ready to spill right now.

But I will myself to hold off my release. She writhes beneath me as I pump in and out of her in rhythmic strokes. Again and again, I glide my cock into her, every stroke taking us higher, until I can feel a warmth build at the base of my spine. It’s a sign that I’m close but I’ll hold off until I can get her there first. Besides she feels too good for this to end.

My cock swollen and bare inside Daisy is better than anything I’ve ever felt.

I try not to think about what this means for us, about how it was crazy to think we can go through with this without crashing and burning at the end. Instead, I push the thoughts to the back of mind and allow myself to drown in the depths of Daisy Carter.

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