Chapter 8

chapter eight

Quinn

My legs are jello.

I don't think I've ever came so hard, and I've never orgasmed from that . Grayson and I never really did anything other than have sex, and even then it was rushed. He always had to hurry to the next practice, or had plans with his friends. It felt like something he was constantly trying to fit in, and planning sex is never intimate.

The way Phoenix looks at me from between my legs, with this fire burning in his eyes, I've never had that.

Grayson looked at me like I was a convenient part of his life, it was nothing like this.

"That was…" I struggle for words, as he makes his way back up to my lips, planting a single peck on them.

"I think you are trying to say, ‘Phoenix, that was amazing'," he teases.

Blushing, I lie underneath him completely exposed. Something I'm not used to at all, but I keep telling myself that it's okay because I'm never going to see him again.

I've always had insecurities about my body, and I've never really given myself to anyone other than Grayson.

Taking my fingers, I curl them around the band of his shorts, dragging them slowly down his thighs, taking his boxers with them. His legs are cut with muscle and I can't help but watch as his dick springs free. He's gorgeous.

It sends goosebumps all over me, and he's graceful as he slides up against my pussy. He dips down, licking a path from my collarbone to my neck. "I don't have a condom with me, I might have one in my room."

Thinking fast, I remember that I packed some in hopes that operation "get over Grayson" would occur. I reach over to my toiletry bag on the nightstand and slip one out of the zipper pocket.

"I have one."

He raises an eyebrow, "Why the fuck are you carrying around condoms?"

I shrug, "I'm safe, can't always rely on a guy to have one."

Gracefully, he slides it on. It fits a little snug, but it's because he's so big. He adjusts himself at my entrance, and the pressure makes me gasp.

"You are so wet for me," he growls.

I spread my legs a little wider, desperate for him to fill me. The second he thrusts inside, I gasp. It's so full, and I'm not even sure if it's all the way in. He must sense the tenseness.

"Breathe, pretty girl. You have to relax, it's the only way it's gonna fit."

Nodding, I stare into his eyes as he stretches me more than I've ever been stretched. The way his attention never leaves me, or this moment, is mesmerizing.

"I'll go slow," He assures me, like he's afraid I might break.

"I'm okay," I whisper, pulling his lips to mine.

Slowly, he moves, and I truly feel him. I feel everything. The way he looks into my eyes while thrusting into me is almost therapeutic.

I didn't realize how bad I needed exactly what he's giving me. Not just the sex, but the feeling, the connection. Right now, the way he's looking at me, I realize there isn't anywhere else he'd rather be than in this moment. It's just us.

His voice is gruff against my ear, "Goddamnit, Daisy. You feel amazing."

The words make me tighten around him, and for the first time since I met him, he seems wildly confident.

He dips down and licks a trail from my neck to my ear, causing my mind to cloud up completely as he pushes himself deeper and deeper. The fullness makes it hard to breathe, let alone speak.

"I need you to move faster," I choke out, earning a smug grin.

He does as asked, finding a rhythm that makes my entire body tighten up.

"If you keep tightening like that around me, I'm not gonna last another second."

The way he talks to me only makes me want him more. A vocal guy is also something I'm not used to, and let me just tell you right now, it's hot as fuck.

Within a couple of seconds my entire body ignites, and I'm nearly digging my fingers into his back.

Gavin squeezes his eyes shut, his head falling backward, and I feel his thighs tighten with every thrust.

"Spread your legs for me. Fuck, it's so good."

Despite the ache, I do as instructed, and it's even better. It's pain and pleasure mixed in the best possible way, and I can barely breathe.

His hand moves from my hip to my clit, and his thumb grazes me, causing my hips to buck.

"Phoenix, if you stop touching me right now, you're dead."

He smirks, his speed increasing, and I feel my toes curl. "I'm so fucking close, Daisy. You are doing so good, pretty girl."

With one more deep stroke, I shatter around him like a million tiny pieces of broken glass. Milking every last drop of cum as he collapses against me.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Phoenix is pulling away too quickly for my liking, rolling over into the sheets beside me. "That was insane."

I press my cheek against his bare chest, and smirk. "It was okay, I guess."

He growls playfully, rolling back over on top of me, his forehead falling against mine. "It was more than okay and you know it."

"Okay, fine. It was more than okay."

He grins, moving to lay beside me.

Best sex of my life, hands down, but I'll be damned if I let that jack up his ego even more.

His giant hand covers mine and he threads our fingers together. "You are like a hurricane."

I snort a laugh, "A what?"

"A hurricane," he shrugs. "Caught me off guard, and blew me away."

I roll my eyes at the cheesiness, "Isn't that a song?"

"I don't know," he laughs, "If it is, it was written about you."

I find myself blushing, "Okay, big guy. That's enough, if you stop tripping over your words and rambling, I might fall for you. That wouldn't be good for either of us."

"And why is that?"

"Because we don't know each other and live in different states," I reason. "It would never work, which is why we can only have sex and tell each other secrets."

He raises a brow, glancing down at me, "Got any other secrets you wanna share?"

Like my real name? I think to myself and smirk.

I sit up in the bed, "You know what? Yeah, I do."

He smiles, "Hit me with it, Daisy."

I giggle, covering my face with my hands and letting out a huge breath.

"Okay."

I glance around the room, wondering if I am even in the right headspace to dump any more of my problems on the guy I just met. I start to reel myself back in.

"Well?" he pushes, "You chickening out?"

"Grayson, my ex, cheated on me." I blurt out.

His smile straightens into a hard line. I know he was expecting something a little lighter than that but I figure I may as well dump it all on him.

I shake my head, "I wanted to forgive him, which is so stupid I know, but I seriously didn't know what I would do without him."

He tilts his brows inward, "He's an asshole."

"It was with my best friend. Well, I thought she was." I laugh maniacally, "He took her to prom. He made me feel crazy, said he'd been drifting away for months."

Phoenix pushes closer to me, "So he cheated and then made you feel like it was your fault?"

"Yeah, then broke up with me," I state. "We met up to talk and I was actually thinking about forgiving him. I don't know what's worse, the fact that he cheated or the fact that he cheated and he was the one to end it."

He pushes a stray piece of hair from my face, tucking it gently behind my ear, "You are too hard on yourself. He's a dipshit, Daisy."

"Yeah, and his dick was small," I giggle. "And it was curved like fucking captain hook."

Phoenix laughs, "See, that's the kind of attitude you should have. Fuck that guy."

"I just feel so stupid, you know?"

"How did you find out?" He asks.

I wipe a tear, "I saw a message on my best friend Raelynn's phone from him. They didn't do a very good job of hiding it."

"Well, it sucks," he agrees. "But it worked out in my favor. If it wasn't for his dumbass actions, he'd probably be next to you on this bed. Not me."

I half smile, afraid to show too much emotion. "I'm glad it's you."

"Me too."

He reaches across me to the bedside table and pulls a white daisy from the vase, handing it to me.

"A daisy for Daisy."

I look at him, and his grin is wide. Something I wouldn't mind seeing every single day.

A smile that I know is leaving tomorrow, without me.