Chapter 109 109
DAISY POV
Diesel pulled me tighter against his chest, one strong arm locked around my waist while his other hand gently stroked my hair.
“These tears are itching me more than the damn eggs,” he murmured against the top of my head, his voice low and rough.
A shaky laugh slipped out of me before it dissolved into another sob. My fingers clutched his shirt desperately, as if letting go would make everything fall apart again.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, voice breaking. “I didn’t know… I just wanted to do one nice thing for you.”
“You did,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to my forehead, then to my tear-streaked cheeks. His lips were warm, patient, grounding. “The breakfast tasted good. Having you there made it better.”
He shifted slightly and winced. The stitches on his shoulder must have pulled.
“You’re hurt,” I said, pulling back just enough to look at him. My eyes dropped to the red rash spreading across his neck and arms. His breathing was heavier than usual. The allergy was still bothering him.
I wiped my face quickly and met his storm-gray eyes.
“Let me at least take care of that,” I pleaded. “Please.”
He stared at me for a long moment, jaw tight, before giving one slow nod.
We moved back into the room. I went straight for the first-aid kit, my hands still trembling as I found the antihistamine cream. I was careful as I applied it to the rash on his neck and shoulders, avoiding the stitched wound. When I finished, I glanced at the mess Raven had made on the floor —
Oh, Raven… My chest tightened with frustration. She could have just spoken instead of destroying everything.
I started toward the mess to clean it up, but Diesel caught my wrist and gently pulled me back onto the bed with him.
“Come here,” he said, voice deep.
“I want to—”
Before I could finish, he guided me until I straddled his lap, careful of his injured shoulder. His large hands settled on my hips, holding me close. For a while, we stayed like that — foreheads touching, breathing each other in
“You can call me dirty but let's clean that up later,” he murmured, a hint of dark amusement in his tone, “ right now…”
He kissed me.
It started slow and tender, but quickly deepened. His tongue slid into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me with a hunger that made my toes curl. One of his hands slipped under the oversized shirt I wore, stroking the bare skin of my back before moving up to cup my breast. His thumb brushed over my nipple, rolling it gently, then with more pressure.
I moaned into his mouth, heat flooding my body. My nipples tightened under his touch as he squeezed and teased. Wetness gathered between my thighs, my core aching with sudden need.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and stormy with raw desire.
His other hand moved between my thighs, fingers stroking my slick folds. I was already soaked, my body responding to him so easily it almost embarrassed me.
“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he murmured against my lips, voice thick. “This little pussy is dripping.”
I rocked my hips against his hand, chasing the pleasure. Every slow, deliberate circle of his fingers over my swollen clit pulled whimpers from my throat. I could feel how hard he was beneath the towel — thick, heavy, pressing insistently against me.
“Diesel…” I breathed, voice shaky with need. “I need more. Please.”
He squeezed my breast harder, pinching my nipple just enough to make me gasp, then kissed me again — deeper, hungrier. I broke the kiss, panting, my body burning.
“Please,” I begged, grinding desperately against his fingers. “I want you inside me. I want your cock… Please, Diesel. I need you to fuck me.”
He groaned, eyes closing for a second as if he was fighting for control. His fingers kept stroking me, two thick digits teasing my entrance but not pushing inside.
“Not yet,” he rasped, voice strained. “Not the right time, Daisy.”
Frustration and desire twisted inside me until I felt like I would explode.
“Diesel… please,” I begged louder, hips moving frantically. “I can’t take it anymore. I need you. I need you to fill me.”
He looked at me, jaw clenched tight, eyes burning. For a heartbeat I thought he might finally give in.
Instead, he suddenly shifted, laying me back on the bed. He spread my thighs wide and lowered his head between them.
The first slow, hot lick of his tongue against my pussy ripped a loud moan from my throat. He didn’t tease — he devoured me. His tongue circled my clit with firm strokes, then licked long and deep, sucking my swollen nub into his mouth before flicking faster. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room as he ate me like a man starved.
I grabbed fistfuls of his hair, hips bucking against his face. “Oh God… Diesel!”
He growled against my core, the vibration shooting straight through me. Two thick fingers finally pushed inside, curling perfectly against that sensitive spot while his tongue worked my clit relentlessly. My thighs began to shake uncontrollably.
When the orgasm hit, it crashed over me like a wave. I cried out his name, back arching off the bed as pleasure ripped through every nerve. My walls clenched around his fingers, flooding his mouth with my release. He didn’t stop — he licked and sucked me through every shudder until I was trembling, oversensitive, and gasping for air.
I was still floating, body buzzing and weak, when Diesel kissed his way up my body and pressed his lips softly to my forehead.
“Relax, baby,” he whispered, a gentle smile touching his mouth. “Take your time.”
He got up and headed toward the bathroom.
My body was still humming, sensitive and aching with leftover need. I lay there catching my breath for a moment, then heard it — a low, restrained groan coming from the bathroom.
I knew exactly what he was doing. He was trying to take care of himself so he wouldn’t push me.
My legs were shaky, but I stood and walked quietly to the bathroom door. I pushed it open.
Diesel stood there, towel discarded on the floor. His thick, hard cock was in his hand, veins standing out as he stroked himself with slow, firm strokes. His eyes were closed, jaw tight, breathing ragged. The sight of him — powerful, restrained, and clearly suffering because of me — sent fresh heat pooling between my thighs.
He opened his eyes and our gazes locked.
Before he could say anything, I stepped inside, voice soft but steady.
“I can help with that.”