Dangerous Territory

Garden Lust

Once the love birds had left and the kitchen was cleaned up, I plopped down on the sofa.

"Alright, sweetheart. This old woman is going to bed. You make sure to get to bed soon as well." She said as she walked up the stairs to her room. Her's was the door right by the stairs, whereas mine was all the way at the end of the hall.

As soon as I heard her bed creak and her lamp shut off, I silently walked up the stairs and into my room. The sundress was no longer practical, as mosquitoes were out now. I changed into grey sweats and a long sleeve shirt that was low cut. Almost nothing I owned fully covered my chest. Leaving my hair as it was, I tip toed passed my grandmother's room and crept down the steps. Once at the bottom I opened the cabinet near the back door and grabbed the bug spray.

I made my way out back and into the garden. It was beautiful and large. Not huge by any means, but it was the largest and most beautiful garden in the neighborhood. It was split into 4 sections, as the path cut through one section on each side and met at the gazebo in the middle. There was a glass table and chairs in the center, with twinkle lights strung around the inside. A cute mushroom solar light sat in the middle of the table. All around the garden were similar solar lights. Mushrooms, flowers, and fairy solar lights scattered within to garden and along the pathways.

Approaching directly from the house the opening path had a large archway. It was a simple metal frame when my grandma first built her "sanctuary", as she calls it. But now honeysuckle grew and entwined itself around and over the frame. Completely covering it and creating a beautiful entrance. The same was on the opposite side, except there was no entry through there. Instead there was a large swing chair under the arch and a small table in front, with an ashtray and a mushroom light on it. On either sides it was just a simple opening between the plant beds. My favorite feature was the pond to the left of the entryway. My grandma built and put it in mostly by herself. Small fish swam around in the cool water. My grandmother had put it fake plants and real lily pads for the frogs that often visit. Over the pond was a decorative wooden bridge with a ceramic boy sitting off the edge, holding a fishing pole that my gran tied a line and bobber to. It was an adorable sight.

I decided I'd sit here and wait for Daniel to arrive. I watched the fish swim and pushed the little floating fat lady my grandma put in the pond as a quirky decoration around. I felt so at peace here. I began to quietly sing one of my favorite Beatles songs when I heard someone clear their throat behind me. Startled, I scramble to my feet and spin around.

"Easy there," Daniel chuckles. "It's just me."

I let out a sigh of relief and stand up straight. "Sorry, I didn't hear you. We have to talk."

He shifts his weight and rubs the back of his neck. He's changed since going home. Instead of jeans and a tshirt, he now wears black sweats and a Harvard hoodie. "Yeah, I know... look, I'm sorry for earlier. It was my fault, I shouldn't have been watching you."

I raise an eyebrow at him, surprised. "Your fault? I flirted. I left the door cracked on purpose. This is my fault. It's both our fault." I say, crossing my arms over my chest. He watched me do so and licks his lips. "Stop it," I demand. "You can't do that. I can't do that. Not to her."

"She doesn't have to know, you know..." he says, taking a step closer.

"Excuse me?" I exclaim in a hushed tone.

He chuckles and closes the space between us. "I said, she doesn't have to know." He brushes his hand against my cheek.

I shudder beneath his touch. No, no. Get it together, Lucy. You cannot hurt your only friend. I swat his hand away, "don't touch me."

He growls and grabs my chin. "Or what?" He leans close to my face, I can feel his breath brush against my cheek. It smells like peppermint.

"Or you'll regret it," I firmly state. Jerking my chin out of his grasp. I spin around and stomp toward the garden entrance and just as I get through, he grabs me from behind and pushes himself against my ass. He's hard. Without realizing what was happening before I could stop it, I moan.

"See," he whispers in my ear. "You want me as much as I want you." I tilt my head away from him and he finds the crook of my neck instead and kisses me softly. I moan against my will again, cursing myself for being so sensitive to his touch. "You feel like nothing I've ever had before." He licks my skin and I feel myself becoming wet.

"W-we can't," I hardly manage to choke out.

He slowly moves one hand from my hip, where he's holding me in place and trails it up my stomach and cups my breast. I hadn't put a bra on while changing and he feels that my n****e is hard. He sucks in a breath and grinds himself against me, making us both moan. Pinching my n****e, he gently bites my earlobe. "C'mon, baby. Just this once. I have to experience you once and then we never do or speak of this again."

I quietly think it over... could I do that? Most definitely. I've done it before. But he felt soo good, what if I liked what we did way too much? I mentally shake myself. I've never become obsessed over c**k before, why would this be any different? A small voice mentioned that I shouldn't anyhow because Daisy didn't deserve this, but that voice was so small and quiet beneath this mans soft lips and large hands. Not to mention the sexy noises he was making.

Having made up my mind, I spin around and kiss his gorgeous lips and rub his b***r. He growls and lifts me, walking us into the gazebo and setting me on the table. Right now I'm so grateful it's bolted into the concrete because it would have tipped otherwise.

"Take that hoodie off, I want to see your muscles work me." I breathe into his kiss. He does as I command and once he's done, lifts my shirt over my head. Looking at my breasts he licks his lips and dips down to suckle them. I arch my back and moan. He feels so amazing. Before he gets any further I push him away. "Wait, I want to do something."

He tilts his head at me, then nods. I slip down from the table and back him to a chair, "sit." He does. I run to my grandma's shed and shuffle around, looking for the kneepads she uses when she does garden work. Finding them, I grab the first one I see and rush back to the gazebo. Dropping the blue pad at his feet, he looks confused. I drop to my knees on it and hook my fingers in the waistband on his sweats.

"Lift," I say and he lifts his hips. His eyes are filled with desire and curiosity as he watches me remove his sweats. He didn't put on any underwear, I quirk a brow at him and he shrugs.

Rolling my eyes, I lean forward. His hard c**k is about 8in, wrapping my hand around it made him suck in a sharp breath and tense under my touch. I could easily grip it, but it was still pretty thick to say the least. Never breaking eye contact, I lean forward and place the softest kisses around the tip and down his shaft. Everytime my lips touched him, his c**k twitched. I could feel my own parts throb and I kissed him. Just as it looks like he's about to lose patience with my teasing I lick his slit and he hisses, bucking slightly in his seat. I smile and keep my eyes on his as I lick him again and again, then swirl my tongue around the tip. His eyes roll back and he groans. That was the moment I loved, I loved watching a man relish beneath my touch, savoring it as I was savoring them. I engulfe his tip with my mouth and he moans loudly.

I pull back with a smirk and whisper, "shhh." He nods and bites the inside of his cheek. I suck his tip into my mouth again and he groans. I slowly move just the tip in and out of my mouth and then, without warning, slam my mouth down his entire shaft. He bucks in his seat with a loud grunt and heaves slow breaths as he feels me slide my tongue up and down and swallow welling spit, making my throat constrict around him. I stay like that until he relaxes.

"You make it awful hard to be quiet when you do s**t like that, princess." He says, looking down at me.

Meeting his gaze, I smile as much as I can and watch him reach to grab my bun. As I'm about to come back up his length, he pushes me back down and grinds his d**k around my throat. My eyes water and I moan, making him growl. He lifts me by my bun slowly and pushes me down with the same force as before. Using my mouth for his own pleasure. I moan some more and begin playing with my breasts. He watches me and moves my head slightly faster and I moan everytime he pushed me downward. I can feel him start to throb in my mouth and his speed with my head becomes faster. He begins moaning freely, watching me pinch my n*****s and roll my eyes back. Savoring every inch of him, swallowing every drop of precum that slides into my throat. Just when he's about to release into my mouth I hold my head still as I can and let go of the seal I had made with my lips. He growls at me, but I yank my bun from his grasp. It falls loose around my shoulders in curls from being in a bun for so long.

"You blue balled me earlier, remember?" I sigh, catching my breath and wiping the tears off my face.

"I didn't do that on purpose," he groans.

"Still," I grab the pad walk it to the table. "Come, kneel." I order as I drop the kneepad and slide my sweats and panties off.

He hungrily stands and walks to me as I push myself up onto the table. The cool glass beneath my bottom makes me shiver. Once I'm situated, Daniel drops to his knees and parts my thighs. The cool summer breeze makes me quiver. He looks up at me and licks his lips while I bite mine. Leaning forward, he licks my bud and my eyes roll back. He licks me again and again, using his skillful mouth just as he had before. It takes everything in me not to make too much noise as he tastes me. Without warning I feel two of his fingers slide into my dripping entrance, making me gasp and grind against him. He moans against my c**t and pumps his fingers slow, but forcefully. As the speed increases, I find myself fighting not to c*m so quickly.

"Baby, I- oh my God." I moan, feeling myself about to go over the edge. "You're gonna make me cum."

At this he growls and slams his fingers into me harder, laping up my juices. I reach my peak and moan louder than I meant to. Immediately he stands and muffles my moans with a breath stealing kiss.

"f**k, baby. You're so wet," he pants against my lips.

"You feel amazing," I breathe.

He kisses me again and as I feel his d**k press against my slit, I push him back. "What now?" He sighs. I smirk and slid off the table, turning around and bending over it. "Oh," he says.

Peering back at him I watch as he admires my round ass. As if on instinct he places a hard smack to my bottom and I moan, making him growl. He grips my ass and buries himself deep within me and I moan. He slowly pumps himself in and out, moaning at how wet I am for him. My walls quiver and clench around him, he feels like heaven. As he begins to thrust faster and harder, he reaches up with one hand and wraps my hair around it. Making a fist, he yanks my head back and I yelp.

"Yes, baby. f**k me," I moan as he thrusts harder.

With his other hand he grips my neck and brings me up, pressing me against his chest. His breathing is heavy in my ear, dripping with desire and need. "You're mine. This tight little p***y and ass," he smacks my bottom. "It's mine," he growls.

"Yes, I'm yours." I moan as I feel myself become wetter, release creeping up with each stroke of his hard c**k.

"I want you everyday, you hear me? I want to f**k you everyday. Just like this. Hard and rough." He bites down on my neck and I begin to scream, he quickly covers my mouth with his hand. "c*m on my c**k, princess. c*m for me and only me from now on."

My mind was hazy with desire and lust, so I didn't process what he was saying. But as we both climaxed together I moaned, "yes. I'll only c*m for you, everyday." With one last grunt, he pumped into me three more times before pulling out and moving to sit on a chair. I sauntered over and straddled him, resting my head on his chest. We panted to catch our breathe and his words finally went through my lust filled cloudiness.

Alarmed I pulled away from him and ask, "you didn't mean that, did you?"

Without opening his eyes he just hummed, "hm?"

"You didn't really mean that you want to f**k everyday and you only want me to c*m for you from now on, right? That was just s*x talk?" I begin to panic. What did I just agree to?