Page 14 of Fake Coral and Keys

“Are you serious?” she asks, a smile playing on her lips. She points to the swim trunks. “You’re wearing those?”

I glance down at the shorts. “What’s wrong with them?”

“Nothing,” she says, holding her hands up like she’s surrendering. “Absolutely nothing if you were a seventy-year-old retiree planning on attending a swingers party at the Villages.”

My brows scrunch up as I look at the trunks. “What?”

Daisy gestures to the shorts. “Pineapples, Blake.”

“Yes.” I hold up the shorts to show her. “And palm trees.”

She lets out a small laugh, then presses her fingers to her lips. “You really don’t know?”

I shake my head. “Obviously, I do not.”

“Pineapples are code for swingers.” She grins and turns back to her makeup. Her eyes meet mine in the mirror as she applies lip gloss. “We don’t want anyone thinking I’m willing to share.”

No sharing?A rush of heat, like electric sparks, courses through me. I glance back at the shorts, then meet her eyes again. A small smirk spreads across her lips, sending an intense shiver down my spine. It feels like all the blood is rushing out of my head and going straight to my cock.

Oh, Daisy. You just gave yourself away.

I pull at the back of my shirt and tug it over my head slowly, making sure she’s watching me in the mirror. Her eyes widen slightly at the sight of me bare-chested. She stands upright, her lip gloss frozen in midair. Her eyes travel from the tattoos on my forearms, back up to my chest, down to the line of hair that disappears into my pants. My skin burns from theforce of her gaze, making my dick strain against the material. I grip my cock, adjusting myself, letting her see what she does to me.

In the last five months, I’ve worked out nearly every day, trying to keep my mind distracted. Remembering how she’d looked at me on the trip to the mountains motivated me to push myself harder than ever before. I wanted to make damn sure if I was lucky enough to see her again, I’d be better than she remembered. By the way her eyes roam over me, I’d say I succeeded.

“You have more,” she says in this slightly breathless way.

“More?”

She swallows. “Tattoos.”

On instinct, I touch the lines inked into the skin over my chest. The day after I left Daisy outside the coffeehouse, I had a large piece added across my chest and a tiny flower on my wrist.

“Yes,” I tell her. “I have a few more tattoos.”

“They are gorgeous.” She glances down for a second as if she’s collecting her thoughts. Her hand finally falls, and she recaps the gloss and places it delicately next to her. Those green eyes dart back to me, and her tongue touches her bottom lip before taking it between her teeth.

Remembering how her pink mouth moved up and down my cock makes me impossibly hard. I unzip my pants, watching her face in the mirror as I push them down my hips, letting my dick spring out. Her lips part and her shoulders rise as she takes a deep breath. I step from the pants, kicking them aside. My dick throbs almost painfully. I grip the head, squeezing the tip to release some pressure, never taking my eyes off hers. Daisy watches my movements, her breathing becoming more shallow as I stroke my cock lightly, telling her silently,this can be yours.

“Do you not like sharing, Daisy?” I ask, letting my hand slide from the base of my dick to the head, then back up again.

She spins to face me, her eyes moving straight to my cock. She leans against the counter behind her, gripping the edge so tightly her knuckles turn white, and I notice the slight movement of her thighs pressing together. That’s all I need. I release myself and stalk towards her. Her breath rushes out in a burst as I weave my fingers into the silky hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her towards me. She crashes into me, her hands landing on my shoulders, then quickly sliding down to my dick as her mouth meets mine. The softness of her lips presses hard to mine, forcing me to release a guttural groan. She grips my cock while her lips part and her tongue licks at the seam of my mouth,begging for entrance. I open for her, unable to contain the need pulsing through me, savoring the sweet taste of her mouth.

Her warm hand strokes my length with steady, fevered strokes. I pump into her hand as I rip at the flimsy fabric tied around her waist. Gripping her ass, I lift her to the counter, sit her down, and then push her legs open. There is nothing sweet about this. We’re both sloppy in our need to consume the other. She’s just as crazed as I feel, making small animalistic sounds in her throat, spreading her legs open wide, and tugging her bathing suit to pull it aside. My hand fumbles with hers as I move to press my dick to her opening. The head of my cock slicks through her folds, and I break the kiss, trying to breathe.

“Fuck,” I hiss out, again sliding my cock through the delicious wetness of her slick pussy, so exposed it sends flames through my blood with every touch. I grip her hand, making her stop her ferocious pumping. “You’re going to make me come before I can even get inside you.”

Daisy lets out a breathy laugh and releases me. She leans back on her elbows, resting her head against the mirror. She pulls her legs up, propping her heels on the counter, so she’s open for me. Behind her, I see our reflection. Me standing above her. Her legs spread. Her delicate flesh where my cock pressesto her bare cunt. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. It’s too much. She’s too much. This is too much.

“If you don’t fuck me right now, I will make you.” Daisy tugs at the bathing suit, exposing herself even further.

She’s even more beautiful than I remember. Her cheeks flushed. Her pussy so wet, she’s glistening. My mouth waters, remembering her sweet taste. I rub my thumb over her clit, enjoying how her legs jerk with my light touch. “Look how fucking stunning you are.”

“Blake, please,” she grates out.

Fuck,we need a condom.

“Don’t move,” I tell her, beginning to back away.

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