Beneath Our Faults (28 page)

I
WAS
an idiot. I cursed myself for what I was about to do. "We can't do this." The words struggled to make their way out of my throat. Pressing my hands into the curve of her hips, I stopped her. "If Sophia comes in here, she'll start acting like her Barbies are us in a very compromising situation."

Daisy giggled, ignoring my protest and swinging her legs over to straddle my lap. "Lucky for us, Sophia is a heavy sleeper," she whispered, leaning forward and kissing me behind my ear. Dropping my head back against her headboard, I groaned at the friction of her body grinding slowly against my wakening cock. My hands crept forward, sliding them down her back before inching under the hem of her shirt. Her skin felt like silk under my fingertips. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip when I flipped open the clasp at the front of her bra. She moved into me harder as I skimmed the soft curve of her boobs then inched my way back down her silky skin.

"Why do you love to torture me," she rasped, trying to grab my hands to put them where she wanted but I wasn't allowing it. In spite, she grinded against me again, this time rotating her hips.

"No baby," I answered, groaning again at her grinding. "I'm pretty sure you're the one doing the torture here." My finger curved around the edge of her shirt, pulling it up over her stomach. Daisy's hands immediately flew up, allowing me to pull it over her head and toss it on the floor. Now, the only thing blocking me from having my mouth on her delicious nipples was a lacey, red bra hanging loosely down her shoulders, one side giving me a fascinating peek of what I wanted.

"Uh yea, this shit has got to go," I grumbled, dragging the thin straps down her arms and throwing it on the floor to join her shirt. Leaning forward, my tongue swiped down the middle of her cleavage, feeling her body lightly shudder against it. Shit, my girl might be embarrassed about talking about sex but she sure as hell had no problem enjoying it. She fucking loved it.

"Your skin is so soft," I muttered, moving my tongue from her cleavage over one nipple while my palm worked the other one.

Her body continued bucking against mine, moving her hips over and over. I couldn't remember the last time I had dry sex with someone. I was usually a 'get their panties off and get to it' kinda guy. Clasping my hands around her hips, I didn't stop her this time, only flipped us over so I hovered over her on my elbows. She fell against the mattress, one hand draped across her breasts with the other one covering her stomach.

I paused, cocking my head to the side in confusion. My mouth and hands had been everywhere on her body but now she was trying to hide? "Baby, what's the deal?"

"I know what I'm not your usual type," she answered, looking at the ceiling instead of me.

"Daisy, look at me," I demanded, pushing her soft hair from her face and running my hands over her cheeks. She blinked a few times before her eyes met mine. "You're fucking beautiful, do you hear me? You have the most amazing body I have ever laid eyes on." She shivered as I ran my hands down her legs. "Your skin is the softest I have ever touched. You’re perfect to me and that's all that matters. Piper wouldn't be giving you shit if she didn't feel threatened. She knows, everyone knows, you’re all that I want." I watched her mouth part and I ran my thumb along the opening between her luscious lips.

"Okay," she whispered, biting down on my thumb. I looked down at her in question and she nodded, pulling her hands away from the perfection I wanted to feast my eye upon. Tugging at the drawstring of her sweatpants, I dragged them down, revealing a pair of red, sparkly panties. My index fingers hooked in the sides of her underwear, gently running them down her perfectly sculpted legs. Throwing her panties, along with her pants, on the floor, I leaned back on my knees devouring her body with my eyes.

I traced every curve of her body with my fingertips, showing her my appreciation of her giving me the pleasure of having her body. My hands turned into my tongue, tasting every inch of her, taking ownership of her body. I groaned against the sweet scent of her skin, relishing a mixture of coconut and chocolate. Pleasing this girl pleased me.

"Why am I the only one who seems to ever have their clothes off?" Daisy said suddenly, grabbing me by my ears to lift my head up from between her legs. "I'm beginning to be at an unfair advantage." My eyes shot up, giving her a mischievous smile.

"That can be an easy fix, baby," I grinned, moving back to give her room as she pushed forward. Grabbing the hem of my shirt in her knuckles, she pulled it over my head frantically. My breathing heightened, closing my eyes halfway when she began inching her fingers below the jeans I swallowed, unsure of where she was going with this, but hoping to go she was going to do something quick before I exploded. I needed her to touch me.

Unbuckling my jeans with both hands, she slid them halfway down my legs and palmed me through my boxers. I groaned at the anxiousness of wanting to feel us skin to skin. Every muscle in my body locked up when she slid her hand into the waistband of my boxers and began to stroke me slowly. It was torturous but fucking nirvana at the same time.

My head fell back as I pushed forward in sync with her stroking and fought the urge to pull her hand away from my cock, lay her down and plunge deep inside of her.

"Hold on," I rasped out, grabbing her wrist. "If you don't stop, I'm going to burst."

"Isn't that how it's suppose to happen?" She asked, questionably, stroking me once more.

"Yes," I groaned, sinking my teeth into my lower lip, "but ladies first." I wasn't about to get off without her. Every man who’s not a dumbass knows to make sure the girls gets theirs before we get ours.

She stopped stroking and looked up at me from her dark eyes that reminded me of staring at the dark night. Sliding to the top of her bed, she laid down and did a "come hither" gesture with her finger. Sliding on top of her, I kissed her before sliding down her stomach and in between her legs.

"No," she argued, stopping my hand right before it went inside of her wetness. I pulled back, looking up at her confused.

"I want you," her tiny voice clarified, swaying her hips against the bed.

"Are-are you sure?" I gulped. Was this really about to fucking happen? I wanted to pinch myself but my hands were to selfish to move away from her body.

Leaning forward, she grabbed my neck and pulled me down to her mouth. "I'm positive. Are you going to make me beg, Mr. Montgomery?"

"Fuck no," I answered, smashing my mouth into hers. Our tongues slid easily against each other’s. The quiet space became filled with our quick breathing and heavy moans. Her nails raked down my back, stopping at my waist to pull my boxers down. Helping her, I kicked them off until they fall to the floor.

"Do you have protection?" She breathed out, our lips still attached.

"Yeah," I groaned, cursing myself for not getting that shit before. Pulling away from her, I leaned down to give her a small peck before grabbing my pants and opening up my wallet. I always had a condom. Always. Without fail. If there was any advice I ever listened to from my mom, it was to always wrap it up.

Grabbing the wrapper, I tossed my pants back on the floor and opened it with my teeth. "You sure you're okay with this?" I asked, again and held my cock at her entrance. I looked down at the girl below me. Her dark eyes were half closed and her front teeth were sinking into her luscious lips, still moist with my saliva.

She threw her palms against the bed. "Do you freaking do this to every girl you have sex with? Jesus! Yes, I am sure. I want you to have sex with me, Keegan! Do you believe me now!" Before I could answer, she grabbed my ass and pulled me into her. I slid into her warmness slowly, easing myself in. My head flew back and I groaned when I filled her. There was only one word to describe what it felt like inside of Daisy: perfection.

I could feel how tight her walls were around me so I thrusted slowly. Her hips began to move underneath me, falling in sync with mine. I tried to manage my thrusting, but the louder her moans grew, the more frantic my thrusts grew.

Goddamn, she felt so good and my dick was still angry at me from the vagina hiatus I had taken waiting for this moment. I was ready to explode and didn't give two shits if I lived this high for the rest of my life.

My hands fell down against the bed and I interlaced our hands. "Please tell me you're close," I muttered, looking down at her and rotating my hips. She groaned in confirmation. I unattached one hand, moving it down between us and massaged her clit. I grinned like a fucking Cheshire cat when she found her release then shuddered as I found mine. Collapsing on top of her, I moved her hair away from her sweaty forehead.

"That was fucking amazing," I choked out, into her ear, running my hands through her hair.

She snuggled into me. "It was. Thank you."

I looked at her incredulously. "You're thanking me?"

"Yes," she answered, looking up at me. "You were gentle with me. It was just, well, nice." I got up, walking to the bathroom and tossing my condom into the toilet. She was covered up with the blanket when I walked back in.

"Don't get shy on me now," I laughed, jumping back onto her bed. I ran my hand down her leg and felt my cock twitch. Shit, he was already rising for round two when her phone started ringing. "Ignore it," I insisted, climbing under the blanket.

Instead of doing what I said, she ignored me, turning around and grabbing her phone. "It's my aunt," she mouthed, answering it.

"They're on their way home," she informed me when she got off the phone." Both of us jumped up at the same time, scrambling for our clothes. We made it to the couch and flipped on the TV just minutes before the front door opened. Close fucking call.

I
HOPPED
on the couch next to Keegan, my face bright and beaming. "So guess what?" I squealed.

His dark eyebrows arched. "What?"

"We have officially gone one full week without any drama," I answered, clapping my hands together. The fact that I was elated our relationship had been drama free for a week was actually sad if you really thought about it, but it was refreshing to me. "No Piper, no jealous girls, nothing."

"I guess a celebration is in order."

I smiled over at him. "I think you might be correct, Mr. Montgomery." Moving in closer, I straddled his lap and his hands immediately ran down my sides, stopping at my hips. I breathed out as those hands edged their way under my ass, propping me up so I was directly against him and his hardness. My lips instantly met his open mouth.

"Mmmm," He muttered, breaking our kiss, but our mouths still lingered on each others. "I know I'm right because I am always right, babe."

Smacking his shoulder, I laughed, shivering at the feel of his hand skimming along the hollow of my throat. Spreading his fingers out, he dipped them under my bra and lighting brushed the bottom curve of my boob.
Back and forth, back and forth, driving me crazy.
A tingle of warm lips pressed against my shoulders at the same time the snap of my bra came undone. I loved the way he never seemed to get enough of me.

"Sneaky one, aren't you," I joked, leaning forward and nibbling gently on his earlobe. He chuckled, his hand smoothing down my skin to the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head swiftly. Both of his hands immediately went to my chest, palming each breast and rubbing his hands across my hard nipples.

"You are the sexiest girl I have ever laid eyes on," he mumbled, keeping his attention on me. I was growing more accustomed to his touch each time we were together. The first few times we had sex, I was shy. It was strange letting someone see you at your most vulnerable state - naked and on display for them. Tanner and I had sex plenty of times but it was different with Keegan. His touches were like electricity against my skin, bringing me more and more to life with each one.