Chapter 1355
Kevin was wired, his cock throbbing. He was long past the age where holding a woman's hand gave him a hard-on, but kissing a mature, sophisticated woman like Daisy… it was a huge ego boost. The fact that she was Laura's mother, the near-taboo nature of it, only amplified the thrill.
Sex with Audrey had become routine, predictable. The spark had faded. They were in a rut. Daisy was… new. Exciting.
Daisy, however, was having second thoughts. Moments ago, she'd been practically begging him. Now that he'd agreed, she was frozen. When he was asleep, she'd had the nerve. But now, looking into his eyes, she couldn't quite bring herself to go through with it. He was so young. It felt wrong. And Laura was right there, in the next room. If she found out, the shame would be unbearable.
But the memory of the feeling of him beneath her, the hardness pressing against her, she couldn't say no. Biting her lip, she closed her eyes, turned her head away, and pressed herself against his chest, savoring the feeling of skin against skin, the warmth of his youthful body, even if just for a moment.
Kevin, sensing her hesitation, wasn't sure what to make of it. Daisy was different from Audrey. More reserved. More controlled.
She couldn't very well throw herself at him. She was older, more experienced. A flicker of resentment sparked within her. Why should she have to be the one to initiate this? He was the one who should be taking charge. His question had made it awkward, put her on the spot.
The living room fell silent, save for Daisy's shallow breaths. The pleasure was intoxicating, unforgettable. Every nerve ending in her body was alive, singing. It was more intense than her wedding night. Much more.
As the initial wave of ecstasy subsided, her body remained hypersensitive, her vagina still clenching. A blush crept up her neck as she realized she'd just experienced her first real orgasm. She'd come with Oliver before, but it wasn't the same. This… this had been different.
For those few precious moments, she'd felt disconnected from herself, like every cell in her body was splitting, renewing. It was a feeling she couldn't describe, a feeling reminiscent of the overwhelming rush she'd experienced during her debut performance of Swan Lake. The thunderous applause, the chanting of her name… she'd been so caught up in the moment, she couldn't even remember leaving the stage. Later, she'd realized she'd been… wet. She'd never been able to recapture that feeling, no matter how many times she'd performed. She almost wished it had lasted longer.
After a few minutes, Daisy pulled away, her face flushed. "Take care of yourself," she murmured, before turning and hurrying into the bathroom.
Kevin was left feeling deflated, used. She'd gotten what she wanted and then just… left him hanging. He hadn't dared to object. She'd been in control the whole time. He'd been a pawn in her game. And the irony was, Laura had asked him to come over and comfort her. It was ludicrous. Laura, blissfully unaware, was sleeping soundly in the next room, while he was left to stew in his frustration, wondering how the hell he was supposed to sleep now. He reached down and gripped his cock, stroking it slowly, trying to recapture the feeling of her on top of him.
In the bathroom, Daisy turned on the shower, the hot water cascading over her body. Her mind was racing. So much had happened tonight. The break-in. This… this thing with Kevin. It was all too much.
She knew, deep down, that sleeping with Kevin was a mistake. She was vulnerable, lonely. Her marriage was… lacking. She was a woman with needs.
She'd been so careful over the years. Despite her position as deputy head of the dance troupe, she rarely went to the office, just like Willow, the union rep. Only for the annual staff meetings and important conferences. She didn't want to be around the younger dancers, didn't want to tempt fate. She didn't even have people over to her house. Just the gym, the supermarket. She kept to herself. And then Kevin had shown up, and all her careful planning had gone out the window. He was so young, Laura's friend. She hadn't seen him as a threat. She hadn't seen this coming.
As she finished showering, she hesitated at the bathroom door, peeking into the living room. She saw Kevin on the couch, his face contorted in frustration as he masturbated. A wave of helplessness washed over her. She hadn't meant to… to torment him. But she couldn't risk touching him again. She was afraid of what she might do, afraid of losing control, of begging him for more. She couldn't face Laura, couldn't face Oliver, if that happened.
She stood there, watching him, feeling a pull deep within her own body. She quickly closed the door, leaning against it, her hand gripping the handle. She wanted to help him, to comfort him. But she couldn't. She couldn't risk making things worse, couldn't risk leading him further down this path.
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