The Wrong Dorm

The ride

Hey guys just so you know there will be sexual content so if your not comfortable with that please skip this chapter, and I'll put a little explanation of what happened at the start of the next one so you know what's going on.

Daisy POV 

I'm currently have my back pressed against James and my hands light on his waist. The car the others are in has already set off and we're about to follow as James readies his bike. 

"Hold on." He grunts through his helmet, and takes my hands in his, bringing my body right into him, so I'm properly leaning in. A small squeal escapes my mouth as he does so, and he continues to secure my hands on his front through a laugh.

We ride through the night, the sky black and our only light source the silvery glow of the moon, our path illuminated solely by the soft glow. James grips the handlebars confidently, his gaze, sharp and focused, set on the road. Every minute or so he would check I was still comfortable. 

Behind him, my arms are still secured round his torso. My long hair is flowing freely, streaming out the back of my helmet. The cool night air brushes against my face, adding a chill that contrasts with the warmth of our shared closeness. The landscape around us is a blur of shadows and faint outlines. Each twist and turn of the road brings new scenery, the constant roar of the motorbike bringing a soft sound in the stillness. 

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The dim street lights flicker as we passed dusky buildings and closing shops. 

"James," I whispered resting my head on the nape of his neck, my voice hushed by his helmet, "I really need the bathroom..."

He nodded, moving his left hand down to my thigh, giving it a slight tap assuring me he understood. Shivers run through me as the warmth of his hands leaves my leg, but the feeling was quickly replaced by a sudden swerve of his bike, pulling into a local bar so I could use the bathroom. 

We pulled in, James carefully stepped off his bike and cupping my face removing the helmet and lifting me down. We wandered up to the entrance, the stench of alcohol burning my nose. James stuck to me, his hand defensively resting on my lower hip. 

I spotted the bathrooms, releasing myself from his touch. As I walked over I heard a loud whistle followed by boisterous laughing. 

"Hey blondie! That dress fits you in all the right places!", I looked over to see a group of men standing my the bar, drinks in hand, snickering at the comment. Tears stung my eyes as they continued harassing me. I walked away, fists clenched, and head held low as wet tears streamed down my face, smearing my dark eyeliner. 

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I washed my hands, wiping the smudged makeup from my tearstained eyes. Looking up at myself in the mirror, breathing heavily. Suddenly I heard screams and crashes from outside. I rush over, pressing my ear to the door. 

"DON'T EVER FUCKING TALK TO MY GIRL LIKE THAT AGAIN!" James' voice bellowed over the noise.

I sunk to the ground, could he really be talking about me? I backed away from the door as heavy footsteps approached. James pushed it open, his hair ruffled a fresh cut on his lower lip. He walks towards me grasping my hand and pulling me out of the bar. I looked around to see broken chairs, and three men that I recognized as my harassers; beaten and bloody in a pile on the floor, as bystanders crouch behind tables and share frightened whispers. We reach the door as he drags me towards his bike. I pull away from his grip and look into his eyes, the expression on his face unreadable.

"Did you beat those men up?"

As soon as I speak, he grabs my waist, pins me to the outer wall of the bar, his hot breath brushing my face, our lips inches apart.

"You make me fucking crazy Dais, and the thought of any other man anywhere near you drives me insane. "

I bring my hand to his cheek and smash my lips onto his. Our lips fit together perfectly as he wrapped his hands around my ass, lifting my up as I tied my legs around his waist. I glide my hands under his shirt, teasing him, he tenses up as I run my hands over his toned abs. He moans into my mouth as our tongues spin, our kiss electric. He removes his hand from my ass and brings it to my thigh, sliding it upwards, brushing his fingers to the seam of my thong. Before he does anything else he pulls away.

He looks down at me, as if asking for permission. As soon as I nod softly he crashes his lips back onto mine and pulls my thong to the side, making a way for his fingers. He slowly glides his finger up my pussy, landing on my clit. A deep moan escapes my mouth as he swirls his fingers.

"Fuck you're so wet", he says kissing me greedily.

He moves his fingers from my clit down to my entrance, taking one of his fingers and sliding it inside of me. I groan in pleasure as he smiles into my lips, deepening our kiss. He entered another finger, stretching me out. I felt my climax approaching as he pumps his fingers into me. I moan, the pleasure unbearable as I release onto his fingers, breathing heavily, he gently pulls away, maintaining eye contact as he places me onto the ground. I look up to him, as he bent down placing a soft kiss on my forehead. 

We quietly walk back to the bike, and he places his strong arm gently around my shoulder. He grabs my helmet and secure it on my head, then does the same with his own. We get back onto the bike and he texts Ollie to tell him we're coming, but we'll be late. He starts the engine and drives off. 

As we ride through the night, I quietly whisper in his ear. "That was my first time. Thank you." 

He turns his head around, "First time?"