“You’ve grown a bit yourself, Daisy.” He smirked, referring to me as a piece of my username,FadedDaisy.
“Oh, Gatsby.” I reached for his hand and threaded our fingers together, lifting them. I’d waited so long for this, and it was perfect. His hand in mine was like electricity. Thrilling endorphins slid up my arm, warming my body.
“Excuse me,” someone called from behind us. We turned to see an older man with a large mustache in a blue uniform. “The station has closed for the weekend. You’ll need to find somewhere else to canoodle.” He waved us out.
“But—I didn’t get my ticket!” I protested, shoving my hand into my bag.
“Sorry kid, the earliest you can get a ride is Monday.” He pushed us out and locked the doors right in our faces. My jaw dropped.
“I was too late.” My stomach dropped. I looked up at Gatsby in horror as the bus hissed and departed. “Wait, what about you? You’re supposed to be on that bus! We were supposed to be on that bus!”
“I know, but it’s okay.” Gatsby squeezed my hand. “Iwas worried you wouldn’t get here in time, so I bought new tickets. We’ll both be on busses Monday night.”
“Oh, Gatsby, you didn’t have to do that. The ticket is expensive!” I exclaimed.
“It’s fine. I’ve been saving up. We made a pact, remember? If I get out, you get out.”
I nodded. That was how we met, after all. On a forum for children wanting to escape their home life. We were both barely thirteen. Now, we weren’t children anymore. I’d just had my eighteenth birthday. He’d waited for me.
“Now what?” I whispered. We turned away from the station to stare into the darkness. We were three miles from the theater, in a bad part of town. No one would suspect me to be here, but still, I didn’t want to linger. “We have two days.”
“I don’t know,” Gatsby admitted. “What do you want to do?”
That was a loaded question. There was so much I wanted to do. It was the very reason I escaped just an hour ago. The world, so long as I wasn’t dragged back, was my oyster. I stared at the young man by my side. He was much more handsome than I remembered. He was striking. Those green eyes bore into my soul. Their very essence rang true to my name for him—Gatsby.
I didn’t even know his real name. I didn’t need to. He would always be Gatsby to me.
“I want to get to know you, Gatsby.”
“Are you sure?” Gatsby’s hair hung over his handsome face as he stared at me, two days later. His arms held him up,leaving his naked body to press against mine. There was nothing separating us. No more distance, no more computers, no more—anything.
“This isn’t my first time,” he admitted, his eyes not meeting mine.
I reached up to cup his handsome face.
“I know. It doesn’t bother me. I don’t have control over who was your first, but I have control over who gets to be mine. I want that to be you.”
I wanted him to be my only.
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He nodded, and his hardness throbbed as he shifted.
“And you’re?—”
“Yes. My cousin has been sending the pills to me,” I assured him. “Gatsby, please, stop overthinking. I am here with you. That’s all that matters.”
My heart was racing like it was my first performance, but I wouldn’t reveal my nervousness to him. Over the weekend, I’d learned just how insecure Gatsby truly was about himself. His striking appearance hid so much self-doubt.
He pressed a kiss to my lips, my neck, and then he crawled down to kiss my breast, taking a nipple into his mouth. I gasped as he ran his tongue around the hardened tip, sending shivers of pleasure through me. I squirmed as his fingers found my warmth and parted my lips.
“You need to be fully prepared,” he murmured, as he continued to slowly pleasure me. I’d never been touched like this before, and my body was going crazy. It felt so intense, so wonderful, so perfect. I didn’t quite understand what he meant, but I was too absorbed in the moment, that I chose to trust him. He’d said it wasn’t his first time, so he must know what to do.
“You’re so wet,” he muttered,and I gasped as suddenly his tongue was between my legs, lapping at my most intimate area. “You’re perfect, Daisy.”
The pleasure became too much and suddenly my body was bursting in an explosion I’d never experienced before. My blood went red hot and it was as if fireworks were going off from my core, spreading through my veins.
“Oh!”
He chuckled and continued lapping at my soaking center. I shoved him away, my core sensitive. He backed off, climbing my body with kisses again.
