“Are you trying to ask me nicely to get you off?” he asked, the confusion genuine.
“Yes, please,” I begged. “I’ve been staring at you for days, wondering why you weren’t ripping my clothes off and wanting to rip yours off. I’ll take anything at this point.”
His eyebrows furrowed as he looked me over. “What do you want me to do, exactly?” His hand moved from my hip, the light touch of his fingers moving over my stomach and thighs. I shivered, but the gentle movement wasn’t enough.
“Keep going,” I whispered. His hand hesitated, and I grabbed it, pulling it further between my thighs.
He took over, running down until he ran along my wetness, and I arched into him. He groaned, moving over me again.
“Do you want me to get you off?” I asked, trying to sound sweeter.
“No. I want you to lie here, not touch me, and you get off,” he said. He was near me, but he wasn’t against me, the few inches still between us feeling like we were still too far from each other. His hand pressed between my legs, his fingers pushing against me slightly.
He kicked back the blankets and moved over top of me. Two strong arms caged me in, the dark shadows casting over him, turning him back into the Kye that I didn’t know. The one that was scary and dangerous and unpredictable.
I gasped again as he shifted his body and pushed his fingers into me with one hard thrust. “I like you over top of me. I feel like I have a wild animal over me, ready to do my bidding and make me cum,” I said, smiling now.
“And you like that control? You want me on a leash?”
“Not a leash necessarily. More like cage you here on the bed so that I’m the only option you have to let out whatever this is. I like knowing someone like you would turn all that reckless energy onto me, onto pleasing me.” I moaned. “I can only imagine what it would feel like if you let it all loose to fuck me. Every reckless thing you do, every wild, dangerous thing, I want to feel that on my body.”
His head dropped, his teeth running along my neck. “You are filthy,” he muttered. He pushed another finger into me harder now and my eyes flew open at the fullness.
“Maybe I do need a leash for you. I think I am suddenly the prey,” I said.
“You need to stop talking like that before I lose my mind.”
“Now that only makes me want to talk more.” I ran my hands up his arms and down his chest to his stomach, reaching into his pants and wrapping my hands around his cock.
“Oh, wow,” I said. “Now I’m not so sure I want you to go feral and fuck me. That is a little intimidating.”
“Stop talking about me fucking you as you’re touching my dick.”
Watching Kye come undone with my touch was powerful. A power that I suddenly craved. Every part of his self control seemed to be unraveling and I couldn’t let myself stop it.
I tightened my grip, sliding up the length of him.
“Daisy,” he said, dropping his head with a groan.
With a growl, he pulled away, getting up onto his knees in between my legs. My mouth fell open at the sight and for a moment, I thought he was really going to break and actually have sex with me.
His fingers moved back, teasing slow circles around my clit. “I know you don’t actually want that, and I know you don’t want to ruin the facade you have. I will not be doing that and I’m sure as fuck not doing it after you’ve been drinking.” His own hand wrapped around his cock, moving over the length as he pushed his fingers into me. “I’ll still get you off, though.”
His fingers sped up, pushing into me harder as his hand around his cock moved faster. I had never experienced anything like it.
“This might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I said, moving my hand down to rub my clit as his fingers fucked me. “I thought I wanted all that power on me, but I like this, too. Did you have to do that because of me?” I asked, panting.
“Yes,” he said through gritted teeth. “Fuck,” he murmured, but I couldn’t care what it was about. Every part of me tightened, the orgasm crashing over me. I knew I yelled out his name again, and he said something else, but I was lost. Everything went black for a few seconds before I could feel again. His fingers slowed and pulled out of me.
My chest heaved, the orgasm wracking my body until I couldn’t move.
“Fuck, Daisy,” he said, moving off the bed to go into the bathroom and coming back to clean me up.
“What?”
“You are more of a handful than I anticipated.”
“I could say the same about you. My hand was definitely full,” I said, laughing.
His mouth fell open with a smile. “Who would have thought my little Daisy flower was fucking dirtier and hornier than me? No one would have ever guessed.” He grabbed another pair of shorts and climbed back into bed.
“I am not.”
“You just begged me to fuck you and when I didn’t, you got off to me, getting off to you. You’re filthy. Just admit it.”
“No.”
He laid down a little closer this time, but didn’t touch me more, and didn’t seem to want me to touch him again.
“Come on, admit it to me. Admit that you like all those dirty thoughts you have about me and are dying to fuck me.” He laughed, enjoying this way too much now.
“Fine. Fine, maybe I am. But it’s ridiculous, you’re right. After I wake up, my thoughts will be a lot more clear.”
“Good girl. Get some sleep.”
“Did you just praise me for saying that I won’t want to sleep with you in the morning?”
“Yes.” He leaned in, kissing my head. “I’ve always been expecting the perfect prom queen that wouldn’t dream of touching someone as dangerous or dirty as me, so the fact that she is already coming back means you were just hot and bothered tonight and you’ll keep yourself at a distance from me still. Go to sleep.”
