Memories of last night, of his lips on mine, his tongue teasing my breasts, his length inside me... all of it was such a delicious dream. My body began to ache, and I squeezed my thighs together.
"What's that? Did I hurt you?" His face contorted into one of concern as he reached for my legs.
"No." I laughed. "I just?—"
"Oh." He caught on, and a devilish grin spread across his face. "You want to go again?"
I bit my lower lip, my face flushing with nervousness and slight embarrassment. This was all so unfamiliar to me. He must have sensed it, because just like last night, and the one time we had before, he went slow. Kissing me first, making sure my body was ready for his.
This time when he entered me, the feeling wasn't as painful, and the pleasure was faster and stronger. I was growing familiar with what my body wanted from his and was able to reach climax fast. He seemed to love that, and my orgasm spurred him on. While still gentle, he was more playful this morning, and after I came down from my orgasm, he rolled me over to sit on his lap.
"Oh," I said as the full length of him filled me. "I don't know—" I was struggling to breathe at how full I felt.
"You can take me." His voice was firm, and something about it spurred me to listen. I bit down and settled deeper against him. "There we go, Daisy, you're taking my cock so well. Now, let's move." He held onto my hips and began to assist me in rocking my body back and forth, slightly up and then slightly down. The pleasure from this position was so intense and instant that my mouth parted open. He chuckled as my hands ran over his hard chest muscles.
"Good girl, grind against me until you come again."
I did as told and the flush of an orgasm ran through me so hard and fast my blood turned hot. I rocked faster, harder against him, pulling every last ounce of orgasm from my body. I collapsed against him and he worked me from under me, finding his release only once I was spent.
"I could stay here forever, you know," I said afterward,when we were cuddling against each other. He stroked my hair.
"I could too. I don't think that's an option today, though." He sighed heavily. "Does anyone know you're here?"
I frowned. "No. I kind of..."
"No need to explain. I've heard about him." A low growl came vibrating from his throat. "Did he hurt you?"
"No, I left before he could."
"Good. Soon, he won't be close enough to you ever again for it to be a worry." He pulled away and slid out of bed. As he walked to the bathroom, I admired his naked form. He was all tattoos and muscle, with a splash of bright blond hair and dazzling green eyes.
I joined him in the shower, taking more clothes from the pre-loaded closet. One day, these would truly be mine. I couldn't wait to never have to leave, but, as I slid on a pair of sandals, sadness washed over me, knowing that today was not that day.
"Max will be looking for me," I said at the door. We'd barely let each other go since last night, and every time we weren't touching, I felt the absence deeply. I looked deep into Gatsby's green eyes, pleading for him to tell me otherwise, but, unlike the original character, my Gatsby had a darker, more realistic view of the world.
"Are you safe to go home?"
I nodded solemnly. Max was cruel, and a monster when drunk, but he wasn't stupid. He needed me alive, his idea of beautiful, to show off to his friends.
"I'll be okay. Just... I'll miss you. When can I come back?"
"Anytime. Although, maybe we make plans next time." He flashed a smile, and reluctantly, I let go of his hand and took a step out the door.
“Wait—" I paused, turning back. “You have parties every weekend.”
Gatsby’s eyes darkened and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “I do.”
“What is the dress code? I bet I can get Max to take me.”
“Are you sure? I mean, surely, he'll catch on—" Gatsby didn't seem too enthused by the idea. I smiled and waved off his concerns.
"I sincerely doubt it. He's too into himself to notice anything around him. Come on, what should I wear?" I asked, bouncing on my feet.
"Formal wear is the usual. Are you sure about this? I don't know how I'll be able to handle myself if I see him hurting you."
"He wouldn't dare." I stepped up to him and stood on my tiptoes, giving him one last quick kiss. "I promise, it'll be just fine. I can't keep only seeing you once a week. We'll come to your party, and you and I will find time to sneak off for a bit. Max will be none the wiser."
"If you say so..." He grabbed my hand and, keeping eye contact, brought it to his lips, kissing it gently once more before letting me go. "Until then, Daisy."
