Sordid Games, page 8
“Yes, you do seem to be rather eager to be alone with them,” Patricia said.
My stomach dropped but Wes just grinned at her before giving her a loud kiss on the cheek. “Like I said, I’ve got some making up to do.”
“That’s for sure,” Frannie said. “Okay, it’s settled. We’ll see you at home!”
She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the truck before her parents and grandmother could argue. “You sit in the middle, Daisy.”
She didn’t have to ask me twice. I was reaching for the door frame to try and haul myself up, when Wes’ big hands cupped my hips. He lifted me into the truck as butterflies swarmed to life in my stomach. I mumbled a thank you and moved to the middle. Wes helped Frannie into the truck before sliding behind the driver’s seat.
“Ready?” He turned the key and the truck rumbled to life.
“Yes,” Frannie said. She glanced at her cell phone. “Hurry up, would you, Wes?”
“Do you have somewhere to be?” He asked.
“Actually,” Frannie gave him a look that would melt butter, “would you mind dropping me off at the Books For All bookstore?”
“What for?”
“I have a last-minute gift I need to pick up for my girl,” Frannie replied. She put her hand on my knee and squeezed. “It’s like fifteen minutes out of your way, Wes. Drop me off and I’ll catch an Uber home.”
“All right,” Wes said.
Frannie twitched on the seat next to me. I knew she’d been gearing up for Wes to balk at her request, and I had to bite back my giggle at the look of astonishment on her face.
“Really?” She said. “Just like that?”
“Yes,” Wes replied.
“Huh, I thought you were screwing with Mom when you said all that crap about being a better brother.”
“Maybe you could try being a better sister,” Wes said with a grin. “Meet me halfway.”
“Sorry, Wesley, not gonna happen,” Frannie replied. “Your face bugs me too much.”
Wes and I both burst into laughter and, after a moment, Frannie joined in.
Wes
The minute Frannie had disappeared into the bookstore, I patted the seat beside me. “Slide back over here, Daisy.”
She had moved to the passenger seat when Frannie hopped out of the truck and I missed her soft warmth. She hesitated and glanced at the street. “What if someone sees us?”
“They won’t. Come sit next to me, darlin’,” I coaxed.
She slid over until her thigh was pressed against mine. I pulled out onto the street and then took her hand, linking our fingers as I drove.
“So, is Frannie actually buying you a gift or is she meeting Owen?” I asked.
“She’s meeting Owen,” Daisy replied. “They came up with the idea at the tree farm.”
“Did they plan that meeting too?”
“Nope, that was a happy coincidence.” She shivered against me when I rubbed my thumb across the palm of her hand. “I almost died when your grandma said she heard you last night.”
I laughed. “You and me both. I think I covered pretty well.”
“Um, you definitely didn’t,” she said. “Your mom knows something weird is going on.”
“She doesn’t. Don’t worry, Daisy. Besides, we’ll just have to be quieter next time.”
She didn’t reply and I cursed inwardly. Making the assumption that there would be a next time was stupid of me. For all I knew, Daisy was done with me. The thought made the hot chocolate in my stomach curdle. God, I was falling for this girl and falling fast. I needed to slow things down before I made a complete fool of myself. We lived in different cities and she was Frannie’s roommate. Frannie would lose her shit if Daisy and I started dating. Not to mention how confusing it would be for the rest of the family.
I cleared my throat as Daisy peered out the windshield. “Where are we?”
“I thought I would take the scenic route home,” I said.
Her smile made my pulse speed up. “The scenic route, huh?”
“Yes.” I let go of her hand and placed mine on her thigh instead. I rubbed her leg through her jeans as she studied my hand. I wondered if she was remembering the last time we were alone in the truck together.
“Thinking about being inappropriate, Mr. McKinley?” She said.
“Do you want me to be inappropriate?” I asked as I tried to move my hand between her thighs.
“Hey, eyes on the road, both hands on the wheel,” she admonished.
I did what she asked. My disappointment turned to red hot need the minute I felt her hand rest on my crotch. My cock immediately hardened and she made her adorable little laugh before giving me a squeeze. “You’re insatiable, Wes.”
“You do that to me,” I rasped.
When she unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and stuck her hand down my briefs, I made a low groan and thrust against her soft hand. Her warm fingers curled around my cock and stroked back and forth. I tried desperately to concentrate on the road, thankful that there was hardly any traffic.
“Do you know what I want, Wes?” Daisy leaned against me and I groaned when her warm tongue traced my ear.
“What?” I gasped as she rubbed her thumb over the head of my aching cock.
“I want to taste you,” she breathed into my ear.
“Fuck, yes,” I said.
Daisy made a soft shriek when I abruptly turned the truck left and she was thrown against me. Her hand tightened on my dick and dammit if I didn’t almost come all over her hand right there. I held onto my self-control with grim determination as I drove down the side street.
“Where are we going?” Daisy asked.
“You’ll see.” I pulled her hand out of my pants and smiled at her when she pouted.
“Trust me, darlin’, if I don’t do this, we’ll get in a car accident. I don’t relish the idea of explaining to my mother why the paramedics found us with your hand in my pants.”
She laughed and leaned her head against my shoulder. “All right. I’ll stop teasing you.”
I drove another ten minutes until we were at the old warehouse on the edge of town. It had been abandoned for years and Daisy leaned forward and peered out the windshield. Most of the windows were broken and graffiti was painted across the building.
“It’s kind of creepy out here,” Daisy said.
“It isn’t,” I replied. “It’s nice and private, and I need privacy for what I’m going to do to you.”
“What are you going to do to me?” She asked with a sweet smile.
I cupped the back of her neck and pulled her toward me. We kissed, our tongues touching and tasting until we were both panting. I cupped her breast through her heavy jacket, growling when I couldn’t feel her nipple.
“Take off your jacket,” I demanded.
She shrugged out of it as I pulled mine off as well. We tossed them on the seat beside her and she moaned when I cupped her breast again. I teased her nipple through her bra and t-shirt as we kissed repeatedly.
“You taste so good, little flower,” I said.
“You too,” she panted. “Like chocolate.”
I grinned at her, but it dropped like a stone a few seconds later. “Shit.”
“What’s wrong?” She asked. She was starting to work her hand into my jeans again.
“I don’t have a condom with me.”
She laughed. “This is about you, anyway.”
“What do you mean?” God, I hoped she meant what I thought she did.
She slipped her hand back into my briefs and rubbed my still-hard cock. “You know what I mean.”
“Fuck!” My breath escaped in a low moan when she pushed the front of my briefs down. I watched her tiny hand rub my cock as she smiled at me.
“Have you ever had a blow job in the car before, Wes?”
“No,” I groaned.
Her hand slowed to a stop and I gave her a pleading look. “Fuck, Daisy. Don’t stop.”
“You’ve seriously never had a girlfriend give you road head?” She asked.
“No. I never had one offer and I didn’t want to ask. It seemed,” I searched for the appropriate word, “disrespectful.”
“Oh my God, you’re adorable,” she said with a soft laugh.
“Are women waiting for men to ask them to blow them in the car?” I said. “Because I am more than happy to beg - I mean - ask if you - ”
“Shut up, Wes.” She leaned over and sucked my dick into her mouth.
“Fuck, yes!” I hissed. My hands tangled in her soft hair as she bobbed her head up and down my dick. Her mouth was hot and wet, and I groaned in sheer delight when she used her tongue to trace circles around the head. Pre-cum was already leaking out of my dick and I watched as she licked it away before smiling up at me.
“Yummy.”
I twitched and pushed her mouth over my dick again. “Suck, darlin’.”
I let my head drop back against the seat, closing my eyes as she went to town on my dick. Daisy was a fucking goddess at sucking dick and I thrust into her mouth as she sucked and licked and drove me crazy. I had no idea how much time passed, my focus was narrowed down to the feel of Daisy’s hot mouth and tongue. Her hand was stroking the base of my cock as she made slow and almost lazy licks along the shaft.
“Please,” I rasped. “Oh, please, darlin’.”
She slid her mouth over my cock and made a humming sound. It vibrated against my flesh and I pulled her off my dick in a hurry.
“What’s wrong?” She asked.
“I’m close. You’re so fucking good at this,” I moaned.
“Oh honey, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
“Wh-what do you – oh fucking hell!” I made a hoarse bellow of pleasure as Daisy slid her mouth down over my dick until her lips touched my pubic hair. I’d never once been deepthroated before and as Daisy pulled back, took a deep breath and then deepthroated me again, I climaxed explosively. Her throat worked as she swallowed, and I pumped my cock repeatedly into her mouth as she swallowed every drop of my come. When she finally sat up and wiped her mouth with the heel of her hand, I was shaking and weak as a kitten.
“You okay?” She asked.
“Marry me,” I said hoarsely.
Her laughter filled me with warmth and I wanted to pull her into my lap and hug her, but the steering wheel was in the way and I could barely lift my damn arms. I settled for patting her weakly on the leg.
She laughed again before lifting my arm and snuggling under it. I stroked her hip and side as she rested her head on my shoulder. After I caught my breath, I said, “That was hands down the best blow job of my life, Daisy.”
“Good,” she said.
“I’m sorry I didn’t warn you,” I said. “I, uh, didn’t know I was going to come.”
“It’s fine,” she said. “Nice girls always swallow anyway.”
“You’re the perfect woman,” I said.
She giggled and patted my chest. “Aren’t you sweet.”
It was obvious she thought I was being flippant. I wanted to tell her I meant every word of it but hell, what if I really was just on a post-orgasmic high? Besides, I had more important matters to take care of. Like making Daisy come all over my fingers.
“Daisy?”
She lifted her head and I kissed her. I could taste myself on her tongue and fuck if it didn’t make me horny again. “Your turn,” I whispered against her mouth.
“You don’t have to,” she said.
“I want to,” I replied. I stuck my hand under her shirt but before I could cup her breast, my cell phone rang. I muttered a curse. It was my mother’s ring tone.
“Wes?” Daisy said when I pulled my phone out of my pocket.
“I have to answer it,” I said. “It’s Mom.”
“Right,” she said. She rested her head against my chest again as I answered the call.
“Hey, Mom.”
“Wes? Where are you?”
“On our way home, why?”
“I thought you’d been in an accident. Do you have any idea what time it is?” My mom said.
I glanced at my watch. Fuck, we’d been parked at the old warehouse for nearly forty minutes.
“Oh, uh, sorry. Frannie asked me to drop her off at Books For All so she could pick up a gift for Daisy.”
“Are you waiting for her?” Mom asked.
“No, she said she’d be awhile and she’d find her own way home,” I said without thinking.
“Then where the heck are you? We’ve been waiting for you for nearly an hour.”
“Um…”
Daisy sat up and made a “think of something” motion with her hand.
“We, uh…” Fuck, my mind was a complete blank. I was pretty sure Daisy had sucked most of my brain cells right out of me.
“Wesley? Where have you been?” My mother said impatiently.
“Um, I’m driving, Mom, so I’d better go,” I said. “We’ll be home soon.”
I hit the end button before she could reply and stared at Daisy.
“That was not so smooth,” she said.
“I panicked. My mind went blank!” I said. “I’m lucky I didn’t blurt out the truth.”
“Oh God,” Daisy said with a laugh. “That would have been a nightmare.”
“Yep,” I said before reaching for the button on her jeans.
She slapped my hand away. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to make you come and then we’re going to leave,” I said.
“Like hell you are! Wes, we need to get to your house now.”
I scowled at her. “I’m not in the habit of leaving my woman unsatisfied, Daisy.”
A weird look crossed her face and I said, “What?”
“Nothing,” she said. “I appreciate the thought, but we have to go, right now. Is there a coffee shop on the way home?”
“Yes,” I said as I buttoned and zipped my jeans. “Why?”
“Because I have an idea. Let’s go.”
I could see how impatient she was, but I took a moment to kiss her anyway. “Thank you, Daisy. You’re incredible.”
She gave me a pleased smile. “Thanks, Wes. Now drive!”
Chapter 7
Wes
“Daisy, it was so sweet of you to stop and get us all coffees,” my mother said as she opened a large plastic tub with “Christmas” written across the top of it.
“It was my pleasure, Patricia,” Daisy said. “I’m sorry it made you worry. I wanted to surprise you, but it was so busy at the coffee shop we should have texted you and told you we’d be delayed.”
“Oh, it’s fine,” Mom said. “Although, I can’t believe Frannie still isn’t back.”
“She texted me ten minutes ago,” Daisy said. “She ran into a friend and is having a coffee with her.”
“Which friend?” My grandmother asked. She was sitting on the couch drinking her coffee and watching as Dad and I strung the lights around the tree.
“She didn’t say,” Daisy replied. “Patricia, does this tub have ornaments as well?”
“Yes, dearest,” my mother replied. “Go ahead and open that one. Love, are you almost finished with the lights?”
“We are,” my father replied. “Wes, crawl under the tree and plug the lights in, would you?”
I did what he asked and then crawled back out, dusting the pine needles off the knees of my jeans. Daisy was bent over the plastic tub in front of her as she sorted through it and I stared appreciatively at her ass. God, she had amazing tits and a nice firm ass. I needed to get her alone so I could give her an orgasm. It was killing me that I’d had one and she didn’t.
“Oh shoot, we should add some water to the tree before we start decorating,” my mother said. “Wes, can you get some water please?”
I tore my gaze from Daisy’s ass. “Sure.”
My grandmother was staring at me and I groaned inwardly. No doubt she’d seen me leering at Daisy’s ass. Fuck, I needed to have better self control. I headed toward the kitchen, determined to do a better job at keeping my eyes to myself and my distance from Daisy when my family was around.
Frannie returned just before dinner and Daisy must have texted her the cover story because she didn’t hesitate when Mom asked her who she’d run into.
“Leslie Warburger,” she said. “We went to high school together.”
“I know who she is,” Mom said. “Did you have a nice visit?”
“We did,” Frannie said as she sat down at the island next to Daisy. She had a small bag in her hand and she set it on the top of the island. “When are we decorating the tree?”
“We already did,” I said.
“You didn’t wait for me?” She gave mom a hurt look.
“Why would she when her favourite kid was there to help,” I said. “That’s what happens when you ditch us for Leslie Warburger.”
“Shut up, Wesley,” she retorted. “Mom, you should have waited.”
My mother shrugged. “I didn’t think you would mind that much. Sorry, honey. I’m making my famous gingerbread cookies tomorrow. You can help me with that.”
“Okay, but only me,” Frannie said.
“And Daisy,” my mother replied.
“What?” Frannie gave her a blank look.
“Your girlfriend, dearest. You don’t want to exclude her, do you?”
Frannie flushed before putting her arm around Daisy and giving her a brief kiss on the mouth. “Of course not. Daisy knows I want her there. It’s Wes I don’t want around.”
She stuck her tongue out at me as I glared at her. Jealousy was niggling at my spine and I tried to ignore it. Even though I knew it was an act, it bugged me when Frannie touched Daisy.
“Like I want to be hang around my bratty little sister, anyway,” I replied.
“At least my birth certificate isn’t an apology letter from a condom company,” Frannie said.
Daisy started laughing and I couldn’t help but join in. Frannie had always been better than me at insults.
“I see the ‘turning over a new leaf’ is going well,” my mother said as she sliced tomatoes for the salad.
I kissed her cheek and stole a slice of tomato. “Your favourite child will be in the living room with Dad if you need him.”
