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I exhale in relief. My worst fear is him not caring at all. I can deal with jealousy and anger, but I can’t deal with indifference.
He’s fucking huge and thick. He’ll never fit inside me. Daniel moans into my mouth and trembles as I move my hand up and down, but he doesn’t stop me.
“Baby, you’ve got me ready to come for you like a horny teenager. You gotta ease off with those hands of yours,” he pleads. I grin up at him and shake my head.
I guess it’s not actually the friendship he dislikes, but the feelings he thinks I have for Dominic. How do I now convince him otherwise when a couple of months ago I admitted to being in love with Dominic?
Daniel scoffs but nods at her. “Yeah, okay mum. Anything to make you happy,” he says, sighing.
Daniel’s moans get louder and his pleas get more desperate. “Please, my love. Alyssa… I can’t hold it…” He bucks his hips and pushes deeper into me, coming deep in my throat. I struggle to swallow it all down and pull away, coughing. I wipe my lips and look at him, pleased with what I’m seeing.
It’s clear what she’s doing and I don’t like it at all. With this setup, Daniel and I would have been at opposite ends, unable to even see each other. I try my best not to glare at Olivia. She’s pulled her seat so close to Daniel’s she might as well be in his lap.
No matter how hard I work, people will always think I don’t deserve my successes. This is the main reason my dad instructed me to use Carter as my surname at work, but it doesn’t make it any easier.
She’s taller and thinner than me. She’s only half a head shorter than Daniel while I barely reach his chin, and she’s got a supermodel’s body that she undoubtedly works hard for. Mary seems to know her son well.
“We didn’t get drunk. You got drunk. I had to carry you home,” he says, laughing. I thought they were merely acquaintances, but it sounds like they’re pretty good friends at least. It makes sense. Their mothers are good friends and they’re close in age. Olivia is only three years younger than Daniel.
just want to go back to my bedroom and hide out in bed. I’m feeling hurt and insecure and I hate it.
Is it that easy for him to separate intimacy and public appearances? This must be what all the women before me have felt like.
“You got it bad, huh?” he murmurs. I frown at him, confused. “You know he’s just messing with you, right? His eyes were on you every time you looked away. He’s just trying to make you jealous.”
“I also know you better than anyone else, and I know you’ve never once looked at me the way you were looking at Daniel today. You usually hide it so well that I didn’t realise…”
My brother is hard to read, but I know exactly what he’s thinking. If you want to be with him, then you’ll need to chase him aggressively, until he finally gets it through his thick skull that it’s him you want. Until he finally believes it. So come to the pool with me and trust me. Let me make at least some of my behaviour up to you.”
If that’s the body type Daniel likes, then he’ll never be satisfied with me.
Daniel has over a dozen kiss marks on his body, all the way from his neck to the waistband of his swim shorts. I didn’t think I’d left so many. I obviously wasn’t thinking clearly when I did it. It’s evident that he was passionately manhandled recently.
Her eyes automatically shift to me and back to Daniel. She looks contrite for a moment before she purses her lips to try and hide a smile, her eyes lighting up with amusement. “Cramp, my ass,” she mutters. I inconspicuously cover my face with my hair to hide my crimson cheeks. What was I thinking…
To be honest, I didn’t expect to walk around half-naked today or I would’ve told my girlfriend to behave. She wasn’t pleased with a decision I made recently.
I tremble underneath him. I’m beyond turned on. He’s never been this rough with me before, and I’m almost embarrassed to admit that it drives me crazy.
“You’re mine, Alyssa, and I’m done playing games. I’m done stepping aside and trying to do the right thing. You’re mine.”
“Tell me you’re mine, Alyssa. Officially from now on. No more games. No more blurred lines. No more flirting with other people and making each other jealous. No more guessing and no more miscommunication. I want you, heart and soul. Tell me you want that too.”
“Alyssa, you could merely glance at me and I’ll want you. Hug me, and I’ll be hard. I always want you, baby. What could possibly make you think I don’t?”
“Alyssa, I’ve been trying to treat you respectfully. I didn’t want to rush into anything with you. You’re not some one-night-stand or a girl I know I’ll dump in a few weeks. You’re my wife. I wanted to do right by you.”
I’m dying to sink my cock deep inside you. Fuck, you were so wet just now, all I could think about was how you’re going to feel wrapped around my dick. I’m throbbing at the mere thought of it. I need you so desperately, baby… But you’re not just a quick fuck. I wanted it all with you. I wanted to make out with you and play with you without any expectations. Just pleasuring you brings me enough satisfaction.”
“Wow, you’ve never dated in all the time I’ve worked with you. Not that I know of, anyway. I’ve never seen you this happy before. It’s kind of weird to see you looking your age.”
He got me a mocha? It’s my ultimate guilty pleasure, but I rarely let myself have one. How did he know?
Daniel Devereaux: I’ll fire them. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to bend you over my desk and fuck you? Baby, I want you kneeling down between my legs underneath my desk. I want you sitting on top of your desk with your legs spread wide… You can’t just kill my dreams, my love.
“Alyssa, I can’t believe you’re really lying here with me,” he whispers. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“I’ve waited far longer to have you than you can imagine,” he whispers. He tangles his hands into my hair and rolls on top of me, his lips hovering over mine as though he’s hesitating.
He’s looking at me so lovingly that my heart feels ready to burst. It’s like I’m all he can see, all he’ll ever want or need.
“Dan, it’s okay. The first time is meant to hurt. It’ll be okay soon enough,” I whisper. His concern makes way for shock and then panic. He moves to pull out of me, but I tangle my legs with his.
He pulls back slightly and pushes back in, moving little by little. It doesn’t hurt anymore, but it also doesn’t feel as good as I thought it would. It’s tight and uncomfortable.
Daniel kneels down in front of me and brushes my hair behind my ear. “Let me, my love. It would mean the world to me if you’d let me take care of you now.”
“I’m sorry, Lyss. I didn’t know. I wish you’d told me you were a virgin. I would’ve gone easier on you. Maybe stretching you out first would’ve helped.”
Daniel has been distant and awkward all day, but I’m hoping that was just because he doesn’t know how to behave around me at work now.
He’s the one who said he wanted to make things official between us, and he’s the one who sent me all those messages saying he fantasised about fucking me. So why is he now the one to pull away? I guess I didn’t live up to his fantasies. Maybe he lost interest now that he’s had me.
I’ve been chasing him all along. I’ve sneaked into his bedroom twice and I was the one who kissed him first. It was also me who pretty much begged him to finally fuck me. Daniel on the other hand has always kept a cautious distance between us. When I got possessive and marked his skin with countless kiss marks, he hid them and even put a plaster on the one he failed to hide with clothes alone.
I curl into a ball and hug my pillow. I refuse to pity myself. I went after what I wanted, and I can’t regret that, but I do need to maintain a sliver of dignity.
Daniel nuzzles my neck. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I didn’t stop to think about how my behaviour would affect you, and I broke one of the promises I made you. I didn’t communicate well at all. It took my brother snapping at me before I realised what I did to you. I’m sorry, baby.”
“I always want you, Alyssa. Always. But I never want to put you in a position where you’re doing something just because you think I might want or expect it.”
“I just googled why sex might hurt, and what we could potentially do to make it better for you. Maybe you just weren’t turned on enough, or maybe you weren’t wet enough. For some people it hurts the first handful of times, but it seems like lube might help.” I close my eyes and try my best not to laugh at how incredibly cute he’s being. “I see,”
“I need you now, Daniel. Won’t you fuck me? Won’t you slide into your soaking wet wife?”
do you wanna join the mile high club?”
Never. You’ll be my first and only, Lyss.”
“You’ve had so many of my firsts,” he whispers. “You’re the first girl I ever bought flowers and chocolates for, other than my mum. The first girl to sit in my car after I got my license. The first and only girl I’ve ever picked up drunk at a nightclub.”
“You’re the only girl I’ve ever taken to the ballet and the only one I’ve ever sat and watched movies with on my sofa. You’re also the only girl I’ve ever cooked for and the only one to have entered my apartment. It’s a sacred space to me, and I’ve only ever shared it with you, your dad, and my family. You might not have had my every first, but you’ll have all my lasts. You’ll be the last girl I’ll ever sleep with. The last one I’ll ever take on dates and the last one I’ll ever kiss.”
“I need to put a ring on you, Wifey,” he says. “A tiny little collar for your finger. I’m sick and tired of men hanging around you, coveting what is mine.”
“Baby, if there’s something you want, then I’ll make it happen. Let me make a call. You go get changed.”
Daniel proudly holds my hand as we roam through the streets. Holding hands in public is something we don’t really do back home, and it wasn’t until we started doing it here that I realised how much I enjoy it. Daniel intertwines his fingers with mine and pulls me along as we explore Haji Lane.
