A Wild Daisy - 11. Chapter 11: Daydreamer

A Wild Daisy

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Chapter Eleven: Daydreamer

Willie sat in his studio. He hadn’t slept well. Thoughts of yesterday. He should go find Grandmother; she would need to know about all this. He hated disappointing her this way. He rubbed his hand thru his hair one more time. “Oh Blue…” The last sketch of yesterday was still up on his easel. “Gone again. This time by my own will.” This last one was more than a sketch, it was a finished drawing. He would of based his painting on this one. A photograph can stop time and miss so much. It is the artist that creates. Everything else is a tool only. The feel of Blue was in the drawing. It made him ache to look at it. The way Blue cocked his hips; how much a natural gesture and how much a calculated tease changed with his mood. This wasn’t Blue on the make. This was Blue caught unawares but pleased about something he was thinking of. It was seduction, pure and simple. Pure because it wasn’t a game this time. Simple because it was real and true. His body was displaying his heart’s desire.

Why did Blue put them in that situation yesterday? Why did I react like that?

Willie looked again at the drawing.

Willie had wanted to drop the charcoal yesterday. Maybe if he had everything would have been good today. Forget the drawing and just step up behind Blue and caress his shoulder, catch him by surprise. “Just me baby.” Blue would turn his head and smile like he knew he was irresistible; like this was his idea, like he was in control. I would slide my hand over his shoulder and across his collar bone and up his neck. Even thru his T-shirt, I know my fingers would tingle his skin. I would find that place below his ear and cup his jaw. Blue had a shadow of stubble. My other hand would wrap around his chest and count his ribs. Would he be ticklish? I would press my chest to his back and I would breathe. I would time my breaths with his and I would exhale against his neck, my forehead now resting on the back of his head. On each inhale I would take in his scent. I would pull him tight. Would we be a good fit? “Don’t move Blue.”

“Do you trust me?” I drop my hand from his jaw and grab his opposite shoulder and tighten my arm around my Blue’s neck. Mine, he is mine. I glide my other hand across his nipples and down to his jeans. I lick his ear as I unbutton and unzip him. I knew he wasn’t wearing underwear, the showoff. His joy is waiting for me, laying upright against his belly now, love unbound, freed to flaunt all its beauty. I press my palm to him. He is as long as my whole hand. I stroke with one finger. I wrap the base with my fingertips and pull up gently, inch by inch. I feel Blue’s first tremble. When I get to his head, I caress it with my thumb and forefinger. He is wet for me. He flexes his hips and squirms against me. I lift my hand and place my finger against his lips for him to suck. This time my hand goes down straight to his balls. I roll them in my hand. I pull a little. I hear his first whimper. I reach up and pinch his nipples hard. One after the other. I suck on his jaw. This time I take his desire and squeeze it and then stroke it. Test it. Weight it. Gage its power. Truly its hard for me. Pump it and pull it. I bite his earlobe. And I listen and I wait and I watch. And I twist it and rub it and palm it. And I listen and I wait and I watch.

Blue is a weight against me. I am his support. I am his anchor. I hold him together. But soon I will let him come undone. I pump. I listen. I pull. I wait. I twist. I watch. “Willie, I’m close. Is this the way you want me to cum because soon… soon…” “Hold on. Hold on to it Blue. Hold on as long as you can. Wait. Wait for it. Wait for the agony. Wait for the bliss. Wait. I want you to know ecstasy. I jerk my arm and pull Blue’s head back and tighten and squeeze. I hear him gasping. My hand jacks his dick. I choke his dick. I choke Blue. And Blue shoots and shoots and cums and cums.

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“Willie, are you in here? I need to talk to you. This can’t wait, Willie? Ross was calling from the doorway. Ross was standing there looking at Willie’s dick. Looking at the cum. Ross turns his back to Willie. “This will not wait Willie. We have to talk now.”

Damn, Ross caught me with my dick in my hand. “I’m coming Ross just give be a second.” Did I just say that? “Have a seat in the office. I’ll be right there.” Well, stupid me, I left the door open didn’t I. I’m so screwed up.

Ross had taken a seat on the end of the couch; so Willie took the other end. Willie would just tough this out. If Ross wanted to tease him, he would ignore it. However, Ross didn‘t look in a teasing mood. He looked a little concerned and worried, but a lot mad. Yep. I put my money on mad. “What did you do to my brother, Willie? Was it some kind of revenge? Did you do it because I didn’t return your kiss? Because I am in love with Pinkie? I don’t want to… I can’t believe this of you, but Blue is in a bad way. I know it is because of you.”