Page 93 of You Said I Was Your Favorite

Daisy lifts her head, her golden eyes shining in the dim light from outside. “It’s always about me and never about you.”

I’m frowning, brushing my fingers through her hair because I can’t resist. It’s soft and silky and I love it. “It’s your birthday.”

“I mean—sexually.” She swallows hard, like that was difficult for her to say.

My smile is sly. A little devious. “I’ll come collecting here eventually.”

She doesn’t even crack a smile. More like she looks a little terrified. Nervous. “I have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to…this.”

“You don’t have to worry about it tonight.” I lean in to kiss her and she backs away a little, which is fucking disappointing, not going to lie.

“Maybe I want to,” she murmurs.

“Daze,” I start to say, but she readjusts herself on my lap, until she’s straddling me. The skirt of her dress hiked up over her hips, offering me a glimpse of her simple pale pink cotton panties, which are currently pressed firmly against the ridge of my cock poking against my khakis. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” she whispers against my lips as she slowly rubs her panty-covered pussy against my crotch. “Show me what to do, Arch. Teach me.”

Oh fuck. How can I resist that?

“Back up a little, baby,” I tell her and she scoots backward, hitting the steering wheel with a wince. I reach down and adjust the seat, giving us more room, and I can tell she’s excited. Looking for a distraction, maybe?

Probably. But I don’t care. I’ll give her what she wants.

Gladly.

With her straddling my thighs and her ass basically resting on my knees, there is room between us. Room for her to stare blatantly at the front of my khakis, which is exactly what she’s doing. Without warning she reaches out, drifting her fingers along my erection and I hiss out a breath.

She jerks her fingers away, her gaze lifting to mine. “Did that hurt?”

“No.” I shake my head, deciding to be truthful with her. “You should unzip my pants.”

“Should I?” Her voice is shaky. I can tell she’s nervous.

“If you want.” I clear my throat. Shift in my seat.

I’m dying to feel her hands on me.

Daisy undoes the button. Slides the zipper down, spreading the material open wide. Somehow, I’m able to lift my ass and shove my pants down while she lifts up, and I push them farther until they’re bunched around my calves. My cock strains against the front of my boxer briefs. I’m throbbing with the need to feel her touch me, and when she settles her hand on top of my dick, I close my eyes and lift my hips a little, seeking more.

Needing more.

“Don’t be shy,” I rasp. “Pull it out if you want.”

TWENTY-NINE

DAISY

I need this from Arch.Kissing him and touching him. Having him touch me. It’s an escape. One I desperately sought, and while I told myself when I was crying that there was no way any of this was going to happen tonight, now I’m glad it did.

And it’s still happening.

My gaze sticks on his erection, straining against the front of his black boxer briefs and with tentative fingers I touch him, tracing the length of him. His words echo through my head and I want to do what he suggested.

Pull it out. Touch his bare skin. He’s warm, I can already feel his heat seeping through the cotton and I can’t resist any longer.

I tug on the front of his boxers, indicating what I want to do and he eagerly helps out, lifting up and helping me pull them down. His erection springs free, thick and long, the crowned head waving a little.

“Umm…” My voice drifts and he grips the base, giving himself a single stroke, his head falling back against the seat as his eyes slide closed.

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