Page 55 of Dirty Daria
“Okay.”
Daria twists so that her back is to my chest, then pulls her knees up to her own chest, feet on the bench in front of her. I circle my arms around her and clasp my hands at her shins. When she leans her head back against my chest, I feel relieved for the first time in almost a year over having my girl back in my arms and knowing that she’s safe.
We watch the people dancing, flitting about, and playing on the equipment, up at the bar ordering drinks and flirting. Quinn being one of them, as she bats her eyes at the guy sitting next to her. I glance around, but still don’t see Reed anywhere. Another slow song comes on, and Daria gasps.
“Dance with me?” Her eyes wide and hopeful.
“Of course.”
I lead her to the dance floor and pull her into my arms. I recognize the song as one by Paul McCartney, but it’s not him singing it. She wraps her arms around my neck and molds her entire body to mine. My arms go around her waist, one hand snaking down to her ass. My cock is instantly hard. I’ve had half wood all day just watching her. But after she said she’d give us another chance, and now having her in my arms, I’m hard as steel.
I nuzzle her neck and kiss the exposed skin lightly. She moans, so I keep going. Kissing her collarbone, just behind her ear, along her jawline.
“Will you sing this one to me?” she asks, her voice soft in my ear.
So, I do. I sing to her about how amazed I am at how much I need her. Amazed at how she loves me. I’m certain I sing like shit, but for some reason she loves it; turns her the fuck on. Sliding one hand up her side to run my thumb along her breast as she rotates her hips against me.
“I got you, baby,” I whisper in her ear, slipping my thigh between her legs, feeling her heat against my bare skin. If this is how she defines going slow, I’m all fucking for it.
Daria bites at my ear and groans my name.
Fuck me.
I’m going to jizz in my pants like a teenager if I’m not careful. The instrumental part of the song seems to go on forever. Not that I’m complaining, but I’d kinda like to get her into a dark corner somewhere. Maybe a broom closet or a bathroom. I don’t care, just not here in the middle of the floor.
She turns her head and captures my lips with hers and I’m a goner, my shorts dampen as pre-cum spills from my dick. The song beating around us, alcohol coursing through my veins, the heat of the room intoxicating, my girl in my arms and grinding on my thigh, making out like my life depends on it.
As the song ends, I pull her from the floor and toward the exit. She stumbles after me.
“Wait, Quinn.”
Fuck.
I see her at the bar, still talking to the same guy, but Reed is coming out of the bathroom. I catch his eye and point out Quinn at the bar. He nods once and heads in that direction. I give him the signal for “back in a minute” and head out the door.
The warm evening air does nothing to cool my desire. But I spot a dark corner that looks promising and drag Daria in that direction. Pushing her against the wall, then sliding my hand down the front of her shorts. I sink one finger into her hot heat. Then another, flicking her clit with my thumb.
Her head falls back against the wall. “Ohmigod, Mack. Yes. Don’t stop.”
“Not stopping, beautiful.” I grind my cock against her hip as I work to give her the release she needs.
“Oh, fuck,” Daria cries out, following it with a string of Russian words, as she convulses around my fingers. No sooner does she stop, then she has her own hand in my shorts wrapping her fingers around my dick. A few small tugs and I’m coming in long spurts into the air and all over my stomach and thighs.
Short. Hot. Quick. Satisfying.
I pull her toward me and spin us, so my back is against the wall and we are pressed together. I kiss the top of her head repeatedly, telling her over and over again how much I love her. She leans into me with a sigh as I press a longer kiss into her hair.
A group of men come from behind us, walking toward the front entrance, we are still hidden in the dark shadows, so they don’t see us.
“I don’t know,” one of the men says. “I just want to see what she looks like. Theo says she’s young and curvy with big tits. That’s what the boss wants.”
If I had hair on the back of my neck, it would stand up at that. I know Reed is inside with Quinn, but I also know Quinn was with some random guy and Reed is in a weird mood.
I wait until the guys are inside before saying anything. “I don’t like the way that sounded.”
“Agreed,” Daria says.
I make sure our clothes are intact, nothing I can do about the cum stains on my shirt, so we head back inside. My eyes searching out Quinn, not liking what I see once I find her.
