31. Sloan

CHAPTER 31

Sloan

T emporary fuck buddies is what they agreed to two days ago, and Sloan had every intention of getting the most out of this arrangement that she could. Was a short fling what Sloan had in mind? Fuck no. But in the moment, she had to do something before Daisy found some reason to kick her out and end this thing between them before it had a chance to begin. So she suggested some flexibility, no strings attached, hoping to both Hades and Hecate that it would satisfy both Daisy's fear of relationships and Sloan's insatiable need to have her.

"Have you heard from Taster's Delight?" Daisy asks, pulling Sloan out of her thoughts.

"They got back to me this morning. They would love to be a sponsor and will provide an in-room package for each attendee and complimentary breakfast all weekend at the inn."

"Fantastic!" Daisy says, raising her hand and meeting Sloan's for a high-five. "I need to call back the farm and confirm events with them. Apple picking, hayrides, and maybe we can set up a haunted maze too since it will be close to Halloween!"

"People would love that," Sloan replies, smiling at Daisy, unable to contain how proud she is of her. Petra made an excellent choice in selecting Daisy for this event. Daisy may not have had a ton of—or any—event planning experience, but her attention to detail and the connections she's made through working at the Bittersweet Acorn have been invaluable. "How's the guest list looking?"

"Great! I magically delivered invites last night after you left, and half of them have already responded favorably!" Daisy is so happy right now, she's practically glowing. Goddess, Sloan wishes she could bottle this moment and keep it forever. Being able to look back at this joy radiating from Daisy would be a gift after their deal is finished.

"That's wonderful."

Daisy flicks her wrist, conjuring up a delicious spread of baked goods and coffee. She's already improved, and her magic is becoming more stable and responsive. She's been conjuring sex toys and making Sloan's clothes disappear with ease. "It really is! I wasn't expecting such a fast response. But the people I've reached out to are so hungry to be invited and included in a community event—something that they would normally be excluded from—that they jumped at the chance. I know the council wants this to be about mingling, but I think the golden nugget will be helping our community outsiders feel welcome. The challenge will be continuing that momentum and not allowing it to return to what it was."

"Have you talked to Petra and Lachlan about that? That this may appear to be for show rather than a true movement forward to correct the collective error?" Sloan asks, picking up and taking a bite of a cheese croissant, watching Daisy's gaze track her tongue as she slides it slowly across her lips, collecting crumbs.

"I haven't, no."

"You should. They would want to know that it's a potential concern, especially if they haven't considered it yet. I know they are trying to create a new kind of council and, by extension, a more inclusive community, but they need to recognize that there are still some council and community members who are, shall we say, more set in their ways."

"True. I'll shoot her a text later and set something up."

Sloan smiles and nods. "So, for the movie viewing on Friday and the mingling on Saturday night, I have contacts who can provide the decor, high-top tables, and so on for us. Do you know someone for catering?"

"The Acorn," Daisy responds as if it should have been obvious.

Sloan laughs. "I guess that makes sense."

"The Lach-ness Monster practically insisted that we use the Acorn's services. It will help make it more casual and familiar, which will be important for many of our attendees who may already feel out of place."

"True. What about staffing?"

Daisy rifles through the scattered papers on the side of the table. She picks up one and scans it before answering, "The Dandelion has offered theirs to run the bar and table service since we will be taking over their dining room and adjoining hall."

"Good. That reduces costs for us and means we don't have to worry about additional licensing. How are we doing on the budget anyway?" Sloan asks before taking a sip of tea.

Daisy blushes, embarrassed. "We're a little over," she says quietly.

"How little?"

"About 10%," she answers, nearly at a whisper.

Sloan does her best to keep her face still, not wanting to upset Daisy. Ten percent isn't a lot by any stretch of the imagination, but it also doesn't take much to snowball into something completely unmanageable. "Can I have a look?" she asks.

Daisy silently hands Sloan the papers with the budget breakdown. As Sloan scans it, she sees it's not all that bad. With a couple of simple cuts, they could have it back under budget with some buffer to spare.

"Okay," Sloan says, "this is workable. If we cut the extra flowers in the rooms, the additional gift bags—we can keep the welcome bag and the take-home swag—and the late-night food bar on Friday night but replace it with popcorn during the movie, we should be good. If they want late-night snacks, they can walk down the street and go to any of the multiple open shops. We don't need to provide that."

"But the poutine and nacho bar…" Daisy pleads.

"I know. It's a great idea, but we don't know what the attendance will be at that point, so it's not worth the risk."

"Fine," Daisy relents. "It took all of like three seconds looking at that, and you solved the overage so quickly."

"I do assess numbers every day, and it's kind of my job to figure out how to cut back," Sloan says.

"And you are great at it," Daisy says, leaning in and kissing Sloan gently.

"Oh, is that so?"

"It is so. And it is incredibly hot." Daisy leans further in, clumsily crawling into Sloan's space. Sloan leans back, wrapping a hand around the back of Daisy's neck, bringing her with her.

Laying on her back with Daisy straddling her hips, Sloan brings her other hand up from her side and smacks it onto Daisy's deliciously plump ass. Her fingers dig in, gripping hard, pulling Daisy into her. Daisy's lips part, allowing Sloan to deepen the kiss. She slides her tongue into Daisy's mouth, hungry for a taste of her.

Daisy grinds into Sloan's hips, seeking the pressure Sloan now knows she needs. Daisy's tongue licks the edge of Sloan's lips right before she feels a sharp pinch as Daisy takes Sloan's bottom lip between her teeth and bites her. The sharp sensation sends a current of desire through her, causing Sloan to release a guttural groan as the heat within her rises.

"Do you have a favorite toy you use at home?" Daisy whispers in her ear.

If Sloan's skin wasn't already flushed, she is certain Daisy would see her turning a bright pink. She's not necessarily shy about sex, but it's still an oddly scary thing to admit to how she pleasures herself. "I do."

"Do you think of me when you use it?" she asks brazenly.

Without hesitation, Sloan answers, "Every. Fucking. Night."

"Conjure it," Daisy demands.

Sloan's core ignites with molten heat. She holds out her hand, and in the time it takes for her to blink, the long, thick purple cock with bumps and a clit teaser attached appears in her palm. Daisy's eyes widen in surprise before quickly narrowing with intent. "Oh, this is going to be fun," she says, her voice shifting low and breathy. "Let's go to my room."

Sloan brings a hand to Daisy's breast and pinches her nipple between her thumb and index finger. "Hey!" Daisy laughs, batting Sloan away.

Sloan bats her eyes at her, attempting to look apologetic. "It looks so perfect. I couldn't resist."

A beautiful blush rises up Daisy's neck, coloring her cheeks an incredible rose color and sending Sloan's thoughts to Daisy spread before her, bearing her delicious cunt.

Daisy stands, reaching out a hand for Sloan and guiding her to her room. Entering Daisy's room, Sloan continues to be amazed at how much this feels like Daisy.

"You are amazing," Sloan says, stepping up to Daisy, tossing the vibrator on the bed, and sliding her arms around Daisy before nuzzling her neck. Goosebumps ripple down Daisy's body in response, setting off a chain reaction in Sloan and causing her to shiver.

"You aren't as bad as I thought," Daisy responds dryly.

"Ha, ha," Sloan says, punctuating each word with a nip to Daisy's neck.

Daisy turns, spinning them around, the back of Sloan's knees against the end of the bed. "Get on the bed. All fours."

Desire floods Sloan's senses. Those words from this woman… oh, it makes her tingle all over, her already sensitive clit pulsing in anticipation.

Daisy's hands slide down Sloan's back, cupping her ass before spinning Sloan around so her back is against Daisy's ample chest. Daisy's hard nipples brush against Sloan's back as a finger slides under the waist of her skirt, into her underwear, and between her slick lips.

"I said on the bed," Daisy says, pulling her hand out and bending Sloan over. Sloan's hands come up in front of her, stopping herself from landing face-first. "Knees up." Daisy's hand slides around her side, reaching for her throbbing pussy from behind.

Sloan climbs onto the bed, pulling her skirt up over her ass, her knees bent, feet sticking out behind her, and resting on her forearms. Presenting herself like this to Daisy should embarrass her, especially with how new this is between them. Instead, the anticipation of what Daisy will do to her has her nearly vibrating herself. Magic thrums under her skin, seeking Daisy's energy and begging for release.

Daisy slowly pulls Sloan's panties down to her knees. Her hand caresses Sloan's bare ass, then gently follows the curve of her flesh, sending goosebumps up her spine.

SMACK!

The sudden sting on her ass jolts her forward. She has never had a partner smack her ass before, and it… is hot as fuck. Her pussy clenches in response, needing more. The urge to touch herself is overwhelming. This pressure needs to be released.

"Please," she says.

"Oh, did you like that? Did smacking your gorgeous ass make you feel good, princess?"

"Yes," Sloan breathes. Aching. Wanting.

SMACK!

Sloan's ready for it this time, but it still jolts her. The sting is sensational, lighting her nerves on fire. She pushes herself up onto one arm and moves the other hand between her legs, seeking her clit.

"No, no. You don't get to touch yourself unless I say," Daisy commands.

Sloan reluctantly moves her hand back up, returning to supporting herself on her forearms.

"Good girl." Daisy's hand slides between Sloan's legs, providing pressure where she needs it. Sloan's hips thrust eagerly to meet the sensation, wanting more. So much more. "So eager. So hungry."

"Please."

A faint buzzing noise fills the air as the head of her vibrator presses against her soaked cunt. "Do you want this?"

"Yes," Sloan responds, breathy.

"Tell me."

Holy fuck, Daisy is going to send her over the edge before she even starts.

"Fuck me, Daisy. Please. I need you to fuck me."

"As you wish, princess." Daisy spreads her lips with one hand and licks between them briefly, consuming her arousal. "So delicious." Before Sloan has a chance to recover from Daisy's head between her legs, her vibrator is lined back up with her pussy and thrust in.

"Daisy!" Sloan yells out, her eyes rolling back in her head from the sudden stretch and buzzing sensation to her core. "Fuck. Yes."

Daisy pumps the hard cock back and forth, turning the vibrations up. The increased pace and humming overwhelms her as the clit tickler provides the right amount of extra stimulation. Her leg twitches as tension builds in her lower back. Sloan fists the sheets, moaning, allowing the sensations to take over her. Tingling builds up in her toes, working its way up to her sensitive pussy, responding to the punishing speed that Daisy pumps her vibrator into her. Daisy reaches around with her other hand, sliding up Sloan's shirt and over her bra as she roughly grabs Sloan's breast.

"Scream for me, princess," Daisy demands. "Show me how good I make you feel."

Sloan pushes back into Daisy's other hand, wanting more. Needing more. She hears another beep as Daisy increases the vibration once more on the shaft and the clit tickler. She fists the end behind her and thrusts it into Sloan's slick pussy as hard as she can, and the punishing speed makes Sloan's eyes roll back as her body gives. She screams Daisy's name as she comes undone.

Daisy doesn't relent. No, instead, she manages to find another gear and slams the fake cock into her over and over as Sloan's cunt clenches around it while she comes. When she thinks she can't take anymore, Daisy abruptly pulls it out, tossing the fluid-covered toy onto the bed beside them, flips Sloan over, and buries her face into Sloan's dripping pussy.

Her tongue brushes against Sloan's already sensitive clit, making her twitch again. Fucking Hades, Daisy feels glorious between her legs. Her tongue moves down to her cunt, and Daisy slowly licks up every remaining drop of Sloan's come. Despite coming down from a mind-blowing orgasm, tension is already building again in Sloan's core. As Daisy continues to consume her, thrusting her tongue inside her hot pussy, her hands find the back of Daisy's head as her hips grind into her face, taking what she needs.

"That's right, princess. Fuck my face," Daisy mumbles from between her legs.

Sloan doesn't need to be told twice. She holds firm onto the side of Daisy's head as she writhes underneath her, getting the pressure she needs as Daisy eats her out. Before long, Sloan is cresting and falling again, yelling out, "Holy fucking shit. Yes. Yes. Yes," as she comes for a second time. Daisy doesn't complain about the force but hungrily takes in every drop of come that Sloan gives her.

Sloan releases her head, her arms falling limp beside her. Daisy rises, her face wonderfully glistening with Sloan's slickness, and moves to meet Sloan's face, kissing her deeply. Tasting herself on Daisy's tongue is both dizzying and intoxicating. She never would have thought this could be as hot as it is, but somehow, everything with Daisy is intensified.