What is going on with me? I thought. I frowned and grabbed the note.
You wanna fuck him, you wanna cuff him, you wanna take him to your room and get some lovin. My mind sang and my stomach churned.
I do not. I answered back then paused. Was I really arguing with myself?
"River?" Daimen's deep voice sent shivers through me and I bit my lip. I quickly composed myself before I turned with the paper in hand and walked over to him. He took the note and read it. When he was done he cursed softly and threw the paper on the ground. He ran a hand over his face and mumbled something inaudibly. He finally stopped and looked at me.
"The Pack is the gang Trace was with. I'm sorry Riv, I didn't mean for you to be dragged into this." Daimen groaned. I nodded softly, but felt a twinge of fear grip me. I pushed the fear away.
"You can make it up to me." I breathed with a shrug and he gave me a curious look.
"How?" He asked and I grinned and grabbed his hand before pulling him into the kitchen.
"Ice Cream Party." I said plainly.
I stopped beside the fridge and opened the freezer. I pulled out the chocolate ice cream and handed it to Daimen who was right behind me. I smirked and closed the freezer before opening the fridge and looking for the chocolate syrup. My smirk widened as I saw it was in the bottom of the door so I bent at the waist to get it. I purposefully backed up a bit as I grabbed for it and my butt pressed against Daimen's hips. The young man groaned and I felt his hands graze over my hips.
"Riv you're really close. Scoot up a bit or something." Daimen huffed. I mentally shook my head. Come on, why would I have bent down when I easily could've done something like just crouch like I usually do? Why would I not offer to cover myself more and bend down right in front of a guy dressed like this? Come on Daimen, think.
"Mhmm." I said softly as I grabbed the bottle and felt my jacket move up as I reached out exposing my backside.
"Daimen can you rub my back? Just a little?" I asked.
"Now? Seriously?" Daimen grunted.
"Yes, I strained it the other day." I said and hummed as his hands moved cautiously against my skin. I moaned as his hands massaged me and Daimen muttered a curse.
I bit back a moan and pressed against him again causing his hands to grip me roughly, "Oh yes." I gasped as his grip moved to my hips.
I felt one of his hands let me go and my abdomen clenched at the sound of fabric being pulled and soon something was prodding between my legs. His other hand grabbed me once again. I didn't hide my moan as he rocked his hips slowly against me and each time his length rubbed my aching heat.
"Daimen." I moaned and pressed into him.
Abruptly he turned us around to face the counter before pushing me against it and pounding his body against mine. I set the chocolate syrup down and gripped the counter as I stood on my tiptoes trying to get as much feel of him as I could.
I don't know what came over me or why we were doing this, but I didn't want it to stop; at least not yet.
"I wanna feel you." I moaned and Daimen pulled my underwear to the side. Wetness had soaked the material. Daimen groaned and pushed against me again and his boxer-covered member rubbed between my thighs.
"Fuck yes." I gasped as he moved against me.
My toes curled as he suddenly rubbed his unveiled body against my opening and I gave a shocked cry.
"Daimen stop." I gasped.
"Shit." The young man muttered and let me go. I ignored the want creeping through my veins and stood up straight and stepped away from him, fixing my underwear. I glanced back to see him looking flustered and pulling his sweatpants over his boxers, but the bulge in his pants was still very evident.
"Can you grab a bowl? There, in the cabinet behind you." I told Daimen sitting the chocolate syrup by the ice cream. For a moment the man stood there before nodding and starting.
Daimen got down a bowl and I popped off the lid and started putting in scoops of ice cream. I didn't look at him as I added in two spoons.
"Can you take it to the couch please? I'll be there in a second." I said opening the fridge again and Daimen cleared his throat. I don't know why I wasn't freaking out, why I was so calm after we nearly had sex in my kitchen, but I was.
"Yeah, sure." He grumbled and I smiled as he walked out. I grabbed some whipped cream and shut the refrigerator.
"Are you okay with whipped cream?" I called.
"Yeah." He replied. I nodded and grabbed the syrup and whipped cream. I walked back into the living room to find Daimen sitting on the couch the bowl in his hands. He watched me with confusion in his eyes as I walked over.
"Look, what happened in there? I've never lost control like that." Daimen groaned looking at me with a concerned frown.
I shrugged and gave a soft response, "I guess you can't take my teasing."
The boy's eyebrows raised and he replied, "I can... But why? I don't get it."
"I'm very hormonal for some reason if you want the truth. That's why." I said honestly and Daimen nodded slowly.
"So, my little sparrow's horny." Daimen huffed with a smirk.
'My'? I decided not to dwell on his choice of wording.
My stomach churned with anticipation. I wasn't done yet.
I set the toppings on the coffee table and turned to him. His eyes trained on me and I smiled and shrugged off my jacket. It landed at my feet and Daimen let out a long sigh.
"River... what in God's name, are you trying to get laid tonight...?" He said in an amazed voice. I chuckled and shook my head.
I wasn't trying, I was going to.
I took a step to him and sat down in his lap facing him. He huffed as I grabbed a spoon and got a bit of ice cream.
"Here." I said putting it to his lips and while watching me with darkened eyes he took the spoon in his mouth. I pulled the empty spoon away and smiled.
He smirked and took the other spoon and fed me some. I reached back and grabbed the whipped cream before spraying some into the bowl. We took turns feeding each other and soon I was occasionally grinding my hips against his, the best I could considering he was still holding the bowl. There was only a little ice cream left now.
I grabbed the chocolate syrup and drizzled some on top before pouring some into my mouth. I hummed and gave the rest in the bowl to Daimen and smirked as chocolate syrup dripped from his lips. Before he could lick it away, my lips were against his and my tongue was cleaning up. I put the bowl aside and moaned loudly as he grabbed my hips.
I kissed him harder and ground my hips against his in a devilish manner.
"Fuck." Daimen groaned and his tongue and mine wrestled for dominance. My nails scratched his back before my fingers began tugging at his hair.
I pulled away with a gasp and moaned as he kissed my neck. My hips rubbed against his as he kissed my skin. I started to lean back and Daimen huffed.
"Nah, come here." He groaned pulling me closer. He caressed my face and kissed my lips passionately and roughly. I moaned and we both were trapped in an overpowering make out. When we finally quit he was holding me to him and my head was laid on his shoulder.
"You're forgiven." I sighed and Daimen chuckled softly.
"If this is what I get, I should fuck up more often." He joked and I hummed and kissed the side of his neck. His hands gripped my hips and he pulled me closer before rhythmically grinding against me. I moaned and began nipping and sucking at his neck and soon I'd made two hickeys.
"No; you shouldn't." I corrected him and sat back so I could look into his eyes. Daimen smirked as I moaned because he pulled his sweatpants down enough to sit me right on top of his covered, hard member.
"Okay then." He said and smiled as he pressed against me. I threw my head back as one of his hands slipped down to tease between my legs. I moaned as his fingers moved against my wet underwear and he started grinding harder against me as he toyed with me.
"Shit." I gasped and Daimen grunted and picked up his pace.
"You know, the other night at that party, I wanted to fight every guy that looked at you; and after, all I could think about was how pissed I'd be if you'd took someone else as your date. I'd kick their ass." Daimen said and kissed my neck. I gasped as he licked and bit at my skin and my hand gripped his shoulder.
"Oh God." I moaned as he moved the position of his hand enough to send me into a frenzy. I felt his lips smile against me and he chuckled before beginning to kiss my breasts.
"Daimen." I groaned out and he hummed in content.
"That's it, say my name." He said and swayed his hips against mine. I whimpered in lust and squeezed my eyes shut as his tongue grazed my skin.
"Daimen." I gasped and he pulled my underwear to the side and plunged his hard, not so little at all, member into me. I gave a cry of mingled pleasure, pain, and shock.
"Wait." I said having to get adjusted to him and after a bit I nodded in approval. I opened my eyes as his hands gripped my hips while he drilled into me.
I went to push him away, but instead flung my arms around his neck and laid my head against his shoulder as he bucked me up and down. My toes curled and I gave a strangled gasp as he thrust deeper into me, but soon he calmed his original roughness. His hands rubbed against my back sensually and I moaned in want.
I was having sex with Daimen Princeston, on my couch. It was insane, but I didn't want it to stop.
"Yes baby." I moaned and the man made a feral noise before pounding harder. My core ached with pleasure and I called out his name in reckless abandonment.