NSFW Bonus Chapter: Redoing my Life, Daniel's Great... Ultimate... Wild... Birthday Week pt.1

The sun was setting over the Messenian Gulf, casting a warm, golden light across the rugged coastline where Villa Eirene sat perched above the sea. From the upper terrace of the villa, the view stretched endlessly; the Ionian Sea shimmered in shades of blue and gold, and the distant hills rolled away into olive groves and rocky slopes that caught the last of the light.

Daniel stood beneath the pergola, one hand resting on the cool stone railing, the other holding a glass of pale local wine. The air smelled of salt and thyme, and the sound of the sea below rose softly against the rocks.

He’d driven here himself from Athens, spending more than three long hours on the highway and then along coastal roads carved into the cliffs, winding between ancient olive trees and sunlit villages and towns. It was beautiful…almost meditative.

It would have been perfect if Margot had been with him, the way they’d planned.

This trip had been her idea. They’d been planning it for months just the two of them, away from everything. They would spend a week here and celebrate his birthday as well. She’d even promised a big birthday surprise, so he’d been excited and looking forward to it. But two weeks ago, the call came that basically destroyed all their plans: she had to fly out for reshoots.

It was something she couldn’t say no to. He’d been ready to cancel everything, but Margot insisted that he go anyway—almost too insistently.

So here he was, alone in paradise.

It wasn’t all bad, though. He needed to get away from L.A. from everything: Midas, DC, Lucy. He planned to finally start working on the next Percy Jackson book. He was in Greece, after all.

“This place is paradise, Mags,” he said, his phone on the table near him.

From the phone came Margot’s voice: “You don’t need to rub it in, Danny.”

He laughed. “You were the one who really wanted me to go.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, Danny,” Margot said happily. “Maybe, if the reshoots end quickly, I can make it and we can have a couple of days together there.”

“You know,” Daniel said, swirling the last of the wine in his glass, “I could pull a few strings.”

“No,” she replied firmly. “You don’t have to do that.” He could hear her sigh. “It was supposed to be a fun week… especially with what I had planned.”

Daniel smiled, intrigued. “What was this big surprise, anyway?”

Margot giggled. “You’ll see.”

He was about to press her further when something caught his eye, a car winding its way down the narrow hill road. The only road that led to the villa.

“Uhhh… someone’s coming,” he said, walking toward the other side of the terrace.

There was a sharp gasp from Margot’s end. “That greedy bitch. She’s early!”

Daniel blinked. “Who’s early?”

“Well,” Margot said quickly, her tone suddenly playful again, “why don’t you go welcome her?”

“Mags—”

The line went dead.

He walked downstairs and out of the villa, frowning as the car came to a stop in the gravel courtyard. The engine cut off, and then the door opened and Scarlett stepped out. Her hair was dyed red; she wore sunglasses and a flowing sundress that swayed in the breeze. She reached back into the car, pulled out a wide-brimmed hat, and placed it on.

Daniel stared, incredulous. “What the hell…?”

Scarlett looked at him and grinned as she started walking toward him.

“Oh,” she said coyly, “what are you doing here?”

Daniel crossed his arms, unable to hide his smile. “I should be asking you the same question.”

She tilted her head innocently. “I rented this place.”

He laughed. “You rented this place?”

Scarlett gave a small shrug, the corner of her mouth curling up. “Yes.”

Daniel took a step closer, lowering his voice. “That’s interesting… because I don’t remember renting it out. Mostly because I own it.”

Scarlett widened her eyes in mock surprise. “Oh no. What am I going to do? Poor little me all alone, nowhere to go.”

Daniel exhaled, shaking his head as the realization dawned on him. So this was Margot’s surprise.

“I thought that was a one-time thing, Mags,” he muttered under his breath.

“What?” Scarlett asked sweetly, pretending not to hear as she brushed past him toward the villa’s entrance.

“Just come in, Scarlett,” he said, resigned but amused.

She turned with a grin. “Be a dear and get my bags from the car, will you?”

Daniel blinked. “Excuse me?”

But she was already halfway inside, calling back over her shoulder, “Thanks, Danny!”

Daniel carried Scarlett’s bags inside. He saw that she was already wandering around the sprawling villa, her sundress swishing as she peered into the open kitchen and ran a finger along the edge of the grand piano. Her wide-brimmed hat sat discarded on a nearby chair. She turned as he dropped the bags near the staircase.

“Nice place you’ve got here, Danny,” she said, her voice lilting with mock admiration. “Very… secluded.”

“Well, make yourself at home you did accidentally rent it, after all,” he said as he headed back up to the terrace.

He settled onto the plush outdoor couch beneath the pergola. Grabbing his phone, he typed out a quick text to Margot:

So this was your big surprise?

I thought that was a one-time thing.

Her reply came almost instantly: She was very persuasive.

Another text followed: Sigh… (Sad emoji) I really wanted to be there.

Daniel typed back with a wry smile: And here I thought I was gonna get some writing done.

Margot responded: Are you really complaining, Danny?

He chuckled, typing: Oh no, I’m not. Would’ve been better if you were here.

Her next message popped up: That was the plan... We had so much fun last time, didn’t we? I’m really gonna try to finish this quickly and fly over. You can enjoy my present till then.

Daniel leaned back, his smile deepening as he thought back to a year ago, when an innocent card game with the three of them had spiraled into all three of them in bed. He was starting to think Margot was more into what happened than she let on. She never batted an eye when Scarlett openly flirted with him; it was as if that privilege was reserved solely for her and no one else.

The soft pad of footsteps pulled him from his thoughts. He felt Scarlett’s arms sliding over his shoulders from behind, wrapping around his neck as she leaned down. Her perfume filled his senses light, citrusy, with a hint of something else. Daniel turned his head, their faces inches apart.

“I’m kinda glad Margot couldn’t be here,” Scarlett murmured, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. “Means I’ve got you all to myself.”

Daniel let out a laugh, his hands reaching up to grip her wrists. In one smooth motion, he pulled her around from behind him, tugging her onto the couch. She yelped, laughing as she landed on top of him, her body sprawled across his seated form, her sundress riding up slightly to reveal smooth thighs. His hands settled on her hips, holding her there as their eyes locked. Then he leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

She broke the kiss, breathless, her hands braced on his chest. “You’re taking me out for dinner tonight,” she said, her tone half-demanding, half-teasing.

Daniel grinned, his grip tightening on her hips. “Well, this vacation is supposed to be all about me, so I think I’ll decide what we do.”

Scarlett opened her mouth to retort, but before she could get a word out, he pulled her back into another kiss, rougher, more insistent. Her muffled protest turned into a soft hum against his lips, her body melting into his.

They continued kissing, their lips locked in a heated tangle as Scarlett repositioned herself on him, now straddling his lap. Her hips began to gyrate slowly against his growing hardness. The thin fabric of her sundress rode up just slightly, her warmth pressing insistently against the bulge in his pants.

She pulled back, her breath hot against his mouth as she murmured, "Fuck, Danny, I've been looking forward to this for a long time." Then she dove back in, sucking greedily on his lower lip, nipping at it before diving back into the kiss, her tongue sliding against his hungrily.

Daniel's hands slid from her hips to the full curve of her ass, caressing the soft flesh with a possessive squeeze. She moaned into his mouth as he kneaded her flesh. His fingers dug in deeper, and he quickly realized she wasn't wearing a damn thing underneath.

"Mmm, you came prepared," he murmured against her lips, his voice low and rough.

Scarlett giggled into his mouth, her body arching into his touch as Daniel hiked up the hem of her sundress, exposing the smooth, bare cheeks of her ass. He caressed it harder now, kneading the flesh with a firm grip that made her moan again, louder this time, her hips grinding down instinctively.

"Fuck, I’ve always loved this ass," Daniel growled, his hands roaming possessively over her curves, gripping and massaging as she squirmed on top of him.

Daniel broke the kiss with a nip to her jaw, trailing his lips down the column of her neck. He knew exactly where she was sensitive, that spot just below her ear. He latched on there, sucking and kissing, drawing out a light, needy moan from her throat.

"Fuck, Danny," she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, "you really know where to push my buttons. Don't stop…oh fuck, right there."

Daniel only hummed in response, the vibration rumbling against her skin as his hands worked higher. With a swift tug, he peeled down the thin straps of her sundress, shoving the top part aside to reveal her full, gorgeous tits. He didn’t waste a second, dipping his head to take a stiff nipple into his mouth and sucking hard, his tongue swirling around it in wet, teasing circles.

Scarlett mewled, her voice high and needy as he lavished her with his mouth. "Ahh…fuck, yes... that feels so good," she whimpered, her back arching to feed more of herself to him. Her moans grew louder as he switched to the other breast. "Mmm, fuck, just like that.”

Her hands slid down from his shoulders, finding their way to the growing hardness in his pants. She rubbed him through the fabric, feeling his hardness grow under her touch, her fingers teasing the outline of his cock. Daniel groaned against her breast, the sound muffled, spurring her on.

Leaning close, her lips brushed his ear as she whispered, “I wanna give you your present now, Danny.” With that, she slid off his lap, dropping to her knees on the floor beside the couch, one hand trailing down his thigh as she settled between his legs.

Daniel shifted, standing up as she tugged at his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers in one swift motion. His hard cock sprang free, thick and upright, the tip already glistening. It bobbed wildly and— 

Thwack 

—slapped right against her forehead in the process.

Scarlett burst out laughing, her hand flying up to rub the spot. "Ow! That hurt," she teased, her eyes meeting his.

Daniel chuckled too. "What can I say? It’s got a mind of its own," he said as he sat back down.

She bit her lip as her eyes locked onto his cock, moving on its own as if begging for attention. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze as she looked up at him with a wicked grin. "Mmm, I missed this," she purred, her voice dropping to a husky drawl.

“Fuck,” Daniel groaned.

She began to stroke him slowly, her hand gliding up and down his length, thumb circling the head to spread the bead of pre-cum. Daniel moaned softly, his head tipping back against the couch as his hips jerked forward.

“Did he miss me?” she asked, her voice playful, her hand moving up and down his length so slowly that it had him gritting his teeth.

Daniel looked down at her, amusement flickering through the haze of lust. "Are you seriously talking to my cock right now?"

"Shush," she scolded, her strokes picking up speed now, firmer and faster, twisting just a little at the top to make him hiss. "This is between me and him. Isn't that right, big boy? You missed me, didn't you?"

Daniel's breath hitched. "Fuck, Scar... yeah, he's missed you. Don't make me wait any longer."

She licked her lips, leaning in closer, her breath ghosting over his throbbing length as her hand kept up that relentless, teasing pace. She leaned in even closer, her tongue darting out to deliver small, teasing licks along the sensitive head and down the veined shaft. Each flick, wet and warm, sent jolts of pleasure straight through his body. She kissed it once more and hummed softly against his skin, the vibration making his balls tighten as she savored his taste, her eyes locked on his.

"Don't tease me, woman," Daniel growled, his voice strained and rough, hips bucking up involuntarily into her hand. His fingers tightened in her hair, holding on for dear life as she drove him fucking insane.

“I’m just building up the moment, Danny,” she grinned up at him, her lips glistening from the gentle licks and kisses. She teased even more, swirling her tongue around the tip in lazy circles before dragging it flat along the underside. “Did you like that, baby?” she purred, her breath hot against his slick skin. "I know you love this. Margot’s told me all about it."

“Tell me, who’s better, me or her?” She gave a long, slow lick once more, from base to tip, her tongue pressing firm and flat.

“Fuck,” Daniel groaned, his eyes meeting her sultry stare once more.

Scarlett’s grin widened as she nipped lightly at the sensitive head, just enough to make him hiss. “Come on, Danny, don't be shy. Who does it better? Who sucks this big, thick cock better? Me or Margot? Or are we doing this all night?” She punctuated her words with another swirl of her tongue, her hand squeezing the base in a slow pump that had his balls drawing up tight.

Daniel’s head fell back against the couch. “Fine fuck, it’s you, Scar. You’re better. Happy now?”

“That’s all I wanted to hear,” she whispered triumphantly as she parted her lips wide and engulfed his cock in one smooth motion, her mouth hot and soft as it slid down over him, taking him deep until her nose brushed his abdomen.

His reaction was immediate as he slammed his head back against the couch with a guttural moan.

She began to suck sensually, her movements slow and torturous, taking him deep, then pulling back inch by torturous inch until just the head remained between her lips, releasing it with a lewd, wet pop. Strings of saliva connected her mouth to his glistening cock as she looked up at him. "Mmm, you taste good," she murmured, her voice husky as she dove back down, sucking with that same slow pace, her tongue tracing lazy patterns along his length.

Daniel couldn't take it anymore. His hands gripped her hair, urging her on as she wrapped her hands around the base, increasing her speed pumping and sucking in tandem now, her head moving faster as she worked him over with relentless fervor. "Fuck yes, just like that," he groaned.

He continued to control her with his hands, face-fucking her, making her choke lightly on him as she had to come up for air, gasping and flushed, her lips swollen and shiny with spit and pre-cum. "That's what you get for that torture," he panted.

She let out a breathy laugh, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before diving back in, sucking expertly now, her tongue swirling wickedly around the head every time she engulfed him fully, flicking at the slit to lap up his leaking cum. She pulled back only to take it all the way in once more, then slid down further, trailing kisses and licks down to his balls. She sucked one into her mouth gently, rolling it on her tongue, then the other, humming as her hand kept stroking his shaft.

"You love that, don't you? My mouth on your balls," Scarlett mumbled against him, her voice muffled.

Daniel groaned deep in his chest, his hips jerking up with pleasure. "Goddamn, Scar…"

"Fuck yes, I love it," Daniel admitted. "Love every second of it."

She released him with a soft pop, looking up with a devilish smile, her chin slick. Their eyes met then, locked in a heated stare as she began to lick lower, her tongue tracing a path from his balls, testing his limits. "Maybe lower," she whispered.

Daniel had reached his limit. He stood, pulling her to her feet with him in one fluid motion. "Enough of that," he growled, his tone commanding as he tugged her sundress off completely. She stood there naked, her skin glowing in the dim light as the sun set, the ocean behind her getting darker and darker.

He spun her around, guiding her to bend over the arm of the couch, her hands gripping the backrest, her ass presented to him.

He positioned himself behind her, his hands sliding up her thighs to part them, fingers finding her cunt immediately. She was soaked, slick heat coating his digits as he rubbed through her folds, circling her clit with his thumb. "Fuck, you’re so wet for me."

"You have no idea," she whimpered, pushing back against his hand, her voice breaking into a needy whine. "Fuck me now, Danny. I need it now."

He rubbed his cock against her wet cunt, the head sliding through her folds, teasing her entrance without pushing in. Up and down in a slow motion, making wet sounds as he notched against her hole but never pushing it in.

Leaning over her back, his chest to her spine, he nipped at her earlobe and whispered into her ear, "No... it's my turn now. Gonna make you beg for it."

"Don't you dare, Daniel Adler," she gasped, her body arching desperately, trying to impale herself on him, but he held her hips firm, denying her with a chuckle. She moaned louder, pleading as he kept teasing, the head of his cock dipping just inside before pulling back.

"Fuck me already," she begged, her voice cracking with desperation, nails digging into the couch cushions. "Please, Danny fuck me already… fuck… God, just do it!"

"I'm sorry for teasing you… please, Danny, just fuck me," she begged.

With a triumphant grunt, he finally gave in gripping her hips tight and impaling her in one brutal thrust, burying himself in her tight cunt. Scarlett gasped sharply, the sound morphing into a cry of pure pleasure as he filled her completely. “Oh, fuck, Daniel! Yes, fuck, it feels so good!” she cried, rocking back to meet him as he started to move.

Daniel fucked her hard, his hips snapping forward in a brutal, fast pace that had the couch creaking under them, the wet slap of skin on skin sounding through the terrace. Scarlett moaned wildly, "Oh fuck, FUCK! ahhhhh..!" Her body jolted with every powerful plunge, her ass jiggling enticingly with the force of his impacts, the soft flesh rippling like waves under his grip.

"It feels so good, Danny fuck, so fucking good! Harder, baby, don't stop Danny!" she wailed, her hands clawing at the backrest of the couch as she shoved her ass back to meet every savage thrust.

"Tell me, Scar, has anyone ever fucked you like this? Had you begging for cock like a desperate little slut?" he growled.

"No never!" she cried, shaking her head frantically, her voice a wrecked plea. "No one's ever fucked me like you…!"

Her body tensed suddenly, a wild moan tearing from her throat as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. "Fuuuuck, Danny…I'm coming! Oh fuck, yes…ahhhh!" Her knees buckled beneath her, legs giving out. Daniel held her up, his arms wrapping around her waist to keep her steady as waves of pleasure rocked through her. Slowly, he pulled out, guiding them both down onto the couch, her collapsing onto his lap.

They both breathed wildly, chests heaving in sync as the haze of pleasure settled. She kissed him softly, small lingering kisses, as she slowly sat up on top of him. He sat up with her as well, and she cupped his face, shifting to straddle him fully.

With a slow roll of her hips, she lifted just enough to position the head of his cock at her cunt once more and then slowly impaled herself on it, sinking down inch by inch until his cock was deep inside her again. She began to ride him slowly, grinding in lazy circles that made them both hum with renewed pleasure, their mouths meeting once more in affectionate kisses.

“I want you to come in me,” she whispered against his lips, her pace quickening gradually.

Her ass slapped against his thighs with each downward thrust, the full, round cheeks bouncing and clapping against his legs in hypnotic waves. Daniel's hands roamed greedily first cupping her tits, thumbs flicking her hard nipples to make her whimper before sliding down to her ass. He gripped her cheeks firmly, helping her pick up the pace, pulling her down harder onto him.

"Fuck…I'm close," he groaned, his voice strained, muscles tensing as the pressure built, his cock throbbing inside her.

Scarlett moaned louder, her pace frantic now. "Mmm, yes come on, Danny, give it to me! Ahh, fuck, I can feel you throbbing cum in me! Fill me up, I want it!" she urged, her voice desperate, her body trembling as she rode him harder.

With a deep groan, Daniel came hard, his cock pulsing violently as hot ropes of cum erupted deep inside her. Scarlett gasped at the sensation, feeling the warmth spread through her as his cock pulsed inside her and then popped out with a wet schlick. They both collapsed in an exhausted heap, her draped over him, their bodies slick and trembling.

They lay there breathing hard, chests rising and falling in sync, the night air cooling their overheated skin. Scarlett nuzzled into his neck, a lazy smile curving her lips. "That was great," she sighed, her voice soft and content.

"Yeah," Daniel agreed, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer. "Best birthday gift ever."

She leaned in, kissing him softly, her fingers tracing his jaw. "We have all week, lover."

Daniel chuckled. "Too bad Margot couldn't be here."

"Like I said before," she replied with a playful nip to his lip, "I have you all to myself this time. Just you and me, fucking like animals all week long."

He laughed, his hand drifting down to caress her ass in slow, possessive circles, drawing a fresh moan from her as his fingers teased the sensitive skin. "So... dinner?" he murmured, though his touch said he had other ideas.

"Bath first," she countered.

"Good thing this house has a big bathroom," he said, a grin spreading across his face, squeezing her ass once more. "Plenty of room for the two of us."

"Mmm, I like the way you're thinking," she purred.

Before she could say more, she let out a surprised yelp half-laugh, half-gasp as Daniel stood up from the couch, scooping her into his arms. Her legs wrapped instinctively around his waist. He carried her inside the villa, her laughter echoing through it.

They had a whole week ahead of them.

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