by Vivian Wood
When his hands moved from her unbelievably hard nipples down toward her underwear, she gave a feeble attempt to free her hands. “Be good,” he whispered to her, and she complied.
He could tell just by touch that those yellow panties were stained dark by her wetness. Ryan drove his throbbing cock into her ass through his jeans while he flicked a finger across her clit—even with the silk material in the way, she started to shake.
“You like that?” he asked her, and she whispered a yes as he pinched her folds together. He slid his hand underneath her underwear, across the slickness of her clit, and his finger dove into her warm, wet folds.
He fucked her with his hand, one finger and then two, while his thumb circled her clit. “Spread your legs,” he told her and she did without hesitation. She stepped wider in the doorframe, faced the street below without question, and let him have his way with her easier. The entry light lit them both up, but especially her. “I want the world to see you belong to me,” he said as he drove his cock into her backside.
He released her hands and moved his own to her ass, squeezed her cheeks and spanked her lightly. He dove into her panties from behind, and easily slid his fingers into her. She started to moan and bend forward, but he caught her waist with his other arm and held her upright. Unable to move, she started to rub her clit with one hand—and reached behind to unzip his jeans with the other. “Is that what you want?” he whispered in her ear.
“Yeah,” she said. She fumbled to unzip him with one hand. He fucked her faster with his hand.
“Tell me, ” he said. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want your cock,” she said quietly.
“Say it louder.”
“I want your cock,” she said. It was a normal level and even as she continued to rub herself and cover his hand in her wetness, he felt her look around.
“Louder,” he said. She was quiet, and his hand went still but his arm was still clenched around her waist. Poppy started to wiggle against his hand. He grabbed her hand that worked her clit and forced her into stillness. “Louder,” he repeated.
“I want your cock!” she shouted into the night. He freed her hand, drove his fingers into her two more times, and pulled her into the apartment.
They didn’t even make it into her bedroom—he didn’t think either of them could wait that long. Instead, he lifted her onto the kitchen counter and fell to his knees. Easily, he tore the underwear off of her, and she spread her legs eagerly.
He kissed her inner thighs and she squirmed. Ryan loved her frustration when he teased her. Gingerly, he kissed her clit and she pushed, demanding, against him. “Come on,” she said.
“Come on, what?”
“Ryan—”
“I know you want my cock. And you’ll get it, I promise,” he said. “But what about right now? What else do you want?”
She whimpered and reached for his head.
“You want me to eat your pussy?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Then you know what to say,” he said, and took her between his lips.
“I want you to eat my pussy,” she said, and opened her legs even wider.
Ryan drove his tongue between her legs and breathed in her scent. She tasted like a sweet addiction he’d never known he needed. As her thighs rested on his shoulder, her hands on his head, she pulled him back to her every time he pulled away.
Her hands held his face so close to her he could hardly breathe, but he didn’t care.
“I’m close,” she said. “I’m close. Ryan—”
“Come in my mouth,” he said. He barely got the words out before she covered him in her juices, as small streams of her sweetness shot into his mouth and covered his face. It almost made him come right then and there, but he held himself back.
“Oh!” she said. He looked up from between her thighs and saw she was embarrassed. “I didn’t…”
She didn’t know she did that. She was a virgin, that was surprising enough. But to think she'd never gotten herself off properly was shocking. “Taste yourself,” he said, and stood up. He cupped her chin in his wet hand and slipped his tongue into her mouth. “See how sweet you are?” he whispered.
She relaxed and kissed him back. He ran a finger across her swollen folds and she shivered. “Too sensitive?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I’m good,” she said. “Just give me a minute. Let me take care of you—”
Poppy began to finish her job of unzipping him, but he stopped her. “Tonight, it’s all about you,” he said. He unzipped and stepped out of his jeans. She reached for his cock like it belonged to her, and it felt natural. Ryan pulled his own shirt over his head and then removed hers.
“I want to,” she said, and looked down at him almost shyly.
“Have you ever…”
He knew it was a stupid question, but he had to ask. She shook her head. “Tell me how,” she said.
She hopped off the counter and kissed her way down his stomach and licked his tip. Just feeling her mouth on him, even this small amount, was electrifying. She played with taking him in deeper. “Wrap your lips around your teeth,” he told her, and she did. “Good,” he said.
He watched her, on her knees below him, unable to believe it.
“Hold the base,” he said, “like this.” He grasped the base of his shaft and she placed her hand over his. “Tighter,” he said.
Slowly, she worked up to take him farther into his mouth. Every time she came up, she made a thirsty sound like she couldn’t get enough. The next time she took him in her mouth, she released her hand and he felt himself hit the back of her throat. “Fuck, Poppy,” he said.
She licked him up and down, eventually moving to his balls which tightened at her touch. Poppy looked at him with a question in her eyes, and he nodded. She stroked him with her hand while she kissed and sucked his balls.
“I’m almost there,” he said.
“Good.”
“No. Not like this. I want to come inside you.”
She smiled and crawled back up to him.
They kissed like teenagers as he lifted her back on the counter, for what felt like hours. Every now and then, his tip brushed against her heat, but he pulled back when she shivered. Still too sensitive. “We don’t have to do this,” he said.
“I want to,” she said. “Just wait for me… ”
He nipped at her neck and sucked a hickey below her ear.
Finally, he tested her opening and found that she pressed against him. “Seems someone is ready for round two,” he said.
She nodded, and he took a step back. “I want you to watch,” he said as he pressed her thighs open wider. They both looked down and watched as he slowly slid his length into her. Poppy started to close her eyes when he was halfway in, and he stopped. “Watch,” he told her. “Watch how hard you make me. How wet you are. How we fit like this.” She opened her eyes and watched herself take him all the way in.
Ryan pressed hard against her, and she called out. “That’s your G-spot,” he told her, and he felt her nails dig into his shoulders.
He held onto her hips and thrust into her slowly, in tempo with her moans. When her breath quickened, he began to fuck her faster.
“Ryan,” she called, over and over again. Every time she said his name, it brought him closer to orgasm.
She was so wet, he lost track of where she began and he started, but it didn’t matter. The sound of their skin as they slapped together was all he could hear. That, and Poppy’s moans and his name as it rolled out of her mouth.
As he started to get close, a blast of rationality shot through him. “Oh, shit,” he said, but he couldn’t stop fucking her. She felt too good. “Are you on something? Do you take—”
“Come in me,” she said. Those three words were all he needed to hear. He cried out when he filled her up, and the shot of him inside her brought her to orgasm all over again. He could feel the wave of her coming, the throbbing of her walls. It squeezed his s
haft, forced every last bit of his come into her.
“Jesus,” he said, and she held him closer.
“You feel so good,” she said. “It feels so good.” He held onto her, and slid in and out of her, half-hard. With every pulse, he made her shake all over again. He could do this forever.
She kissed him as she rolled through the last waves, and he felt their juices start to run down his leg.
“I want to taste it,” she said.
“What?” he asked, confused.
“Let me clean you up,” she said. He was too worn out to argue. Poppy slipped off the counter and onto her knees. She licked him softly and tasted the blend of them together.
“Gentle,” he said. She didn’t stop until she’d finished every last drop.
“So,” he said as they moved to the couch, without a thought to getting dressed. “Is he…”
He wasn’t sure how to bring up Will, but he had to ask.
“He’s gone,” she said.
“Gone?”
“Back to LA.”
“Oh.”
“You staying?”
“What?”
“Are you staying?” she asked again, slower this time.
“If you—if you want me to.”
She just smiled. “Of course I want you to,” she said. “Come on.” She stood up, took his hand and led him into the bedroom.
Curled up in her bed, he couldn’t believe his luck. She was perfect, always had been. Why the hell did it take you this long to see it?
His hand grazed over her breasts as they lay side by side. Her nipples hardened at his touch, but he couldn't get over the hickeys that covered her chest. They were his marks, his proof she was his. “You look like you got your butt kicked,” he said.
She giggled. “Yeah. I think it’ll be awhile before I can wear a swimsuit again.”
“I think it looks good,” he said.
“Yeah? Maybe I should return the favor then.” She started to kiss and bite his neck. He wanted her to mark him, for everyone to see. He’d take her as long as he could have her.
26
Poppy
When she woke up, the first threads of dawn had woven into the night sky. Poppy fluttered her eyes open. She could feel the heat their two naked bodies made. Ryan was spooned behind her, his arm wrapped protectively around her waist. She sighed, and felt him start to harden between her thighs. They didn’t have to say anything.
As if it were choreographed, she started to push her ass into him. He tightened his grasp on her waist—he was inside her in seconds.
Poppy moaned as his shaft stroked her G-spot and moved a hand to circle her clit. Ryan bit her shoulder lightly. Her legs blossomed open automatically, and he tucked one knee beneath hers to open her wider.
She took in the last of the night sky as he fucked her, slow and steady from behind. On the nightstand, inches from her face, were two photos. One was of her and Will at a friend’s birthday party. Will’s smile was forced, as always. The other was of her and Ryan at high school graduation. It was one of her favorites, with his arm wrapped around her as they laughed wildly.
Guilt started to seep into her just as Ryan pushed himself up and grabbed both of her thighs to flip her face down. He directed her to pull her hips into the air. Balanced on just her forearms and knees, she pushed the photos out of her mind as he started to kiss and nibble at her cheeks.
“I want to taste every part of you,” he said.
When his mouth roamed to her ass and she felt his tongue start to rim her, she gasped and closed her eyes. She knew the last of the moonlight that shone through the window lit up her fair skin, that Ryan was getting an unprecedented view of her most intimate parts, but she didn’t care. She wanted him to have it all, to see it all.
He had one finger on her clit, moving it back and forth while he kissed and licked a piece of her she’d never considered. It excited her in an incredible way, an unexpected one. But she needed more. She wanted him inside her again.
Poppy raised her hips higher and encouraged his mouth toward her opening. Ryan laughed behind her. “You’re insatiable,” he said, and obliged. When he plunged his tongue into her wet center, she cried out. Poppy put her hand over his, made him work her clit faster.
When she was on the edge of coming on his tongue, Ryan moved to his knees and slapped his cock against her ass. Somehow, he knew he shouldn’t tease her for long this time and slid into her wetness. He called out her name when he hit her depths and she bit down on the edge of the pillow.
Ryan held tight to her hips, but soon fell over her. She could see her breasts hung heavy below her, and watched as Ryan reached below with one hand to cradle them as they bounced.
As her orgasm built inside her, she turned her head and looked at the photo once more. Miraculously, she managed to block out the one of Will and focused solely on her and Ryan. He looked the same to her now as he did then. She couldn’t believe he was inside her at this moment, about to shoot himself into her.
“You want me to come inside you?” he whispered into her ear. Like he could read her thoughts.
“Yes,” she said. More than anything.
“What’ll you do for it?” he asked, a smile in his voice. He slowed his thrusts, and slowed her impending orgasm in the process.
“Anything,” she said as she tried to bounce herself into him at a faster clip. But he was too strong, too big for her to control from this angle.
“Anything?” he asked, and gathered her hair in his fist. He was on his knees again. Lifted by her hair, he made her rise up to her hands. She was on all fours and he governed her like she was an animal.
Him being in total control of her like that, body and mind, excited her beyond belief. “Anything you want,” she repeated. Warm trickles of her arousal started to inch down her inner thighs.
“I can’t believe how wet you are,” Ryan said. He slid in and out of her slowly, her hair held tightly in his hand. She could tell that he watched himself as he disappeared in her, over and over.
“Anything,” she said again, quieter this time. Her eyes were closed, her neck arched and exposed.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he said. He started to fuck her faster and made her breath speed up.
“I’m yours,” she said. There was no hesitation.
“This is mine,” he said. He let go of her hip briefly to spank her ass, hard and sharp. The bite of pain shot her to the edge of orgasm. For just a moment, she was held up solely by his hardness deep inside her and his hands in her hair.
“It’s yours,” she said.
She felt his heat burst into her and he let go of her hair. Before her forearms hit the bed, she was already coming, her insides clenched onto him tight.
Ryan fell onto his back beside her as she lowered to her stomach. When she looked at him, her eyes went to the photo frames. Both of them. “Want to get cleaned up?” she asked.
He smiled and ran a hand across his half-hard cock. “I think I need to give it a rest,” he said.
“I didn’t mean that,” she said as she swatted his arm. “Shower. We could probably both use it.” Really, she just needed to get away from that photo.
Ryan got up first, and she covertly shoved the photo behind a stack of books.
He opened the window in the bathroom and let the dawning light illuminate them. She could tell neither of them were ready for the harsh brightness of the real world. Please, extend the magic just a little bit longer.
As he trailed the soap across her body, he lingered at her breasts. But Poppy’s mind was elsewhere. She couldn’t stop thinking about the ring crammed in the nightstand drawer. It screamed at her to do something with it. “Hey,” Ryan said over the hiss of the shower. “Where are you?”
She blinked her eyes open. “Right here,” she said, and forced a smile.
He looked beautiful in that morning light. Magic hour, she’d heard directors call it. Nearly every movie had at least one scene filmed at either dawn or dusk.
It was when magic was promised. Yet the majority were at dusk because the night felt so wild and mysterious. Dawn was beautiful, but like the calm before the storm.
She bit her lip and drank him in with her eyes. The rolling muscles of his shoulders and the light spray of hair across his chest. Part of him was so clearly a man. She couldn’t recall when he’d packed all those muscles on, or when his abs had become as hard and cut as steel. Yet she could still see the high school jock in him, the sweet softness he used to cover in raglan shirts and letterman jackets.
“See something you like?” he asked with a laugh. She blushed, caught looking at his chest and stomach.
“Pops,” he began. She sucked in her breath. Don’t start this conversation. Please don’t start this conversation. “We need to talk about everything…”
Suddenly she felt incredibly vulnerable. Violated. Poppy was acutely aware not just of her nakedness, but of how swollen she still was between her legs. Their cocktail of juices still ran out of her. Standing here with Ryan in a cramped stall was not where she wanted this to happen.
Maybe you don’t want this to happen at all. Anger poured through her. Why are you ruining this?
“Just be thankful for now,” she said with a snap. His eyes widened and she slid open the shower door with a slam. She didn’t even check to see if anything broke, but padded out of the bathroom without a towel. She felt the slap of her wet footsteps against the wood floors as the water in the bathroom turned off.
She slammed the bedroom door, cursed herself for never getting the lock on it fixed, and shut herself in the poor excuse for a walk-in closet. As she flipped on the glaring lights, the last of the night’s enchantment faded away.
The door to the bedroom clicked open. “Poppy?” Ryan called, confused.
“Just a minute,” she replied, and willed her voice to sound normal.
“I’m going to go get some coffee and bagels from down the block. Be right back.”
When she was sure he’d left, she crept out of her closet and sat down by the nightstand. Carefully, she pulled the photo of her and Will out from behind the books and put it back in its place. Poppy took the ring out of the drawer. It was hidden behind her vibrator and a handful of condoms she’d taken from the student health center years ago. They must have expired ages ago.